The Impala roars up a country road and squeals around the corner into a car park, past an old fashioned sign Welcome to The Pineview Hotel. We pull up and jump out. Dean and I run around the back of the car and suddenly stop, both of us looking confused. In front of us are a line up of identical Impalas.
"Hey. Come on." Sam said to us and we run to the hotel and see Chuck pacing back and forth at the bottom of the steps. "Chuck! There you are." Sam said as we come up to him and he turns to us, surprised. "Guys?" he asked us, shocked. "What's going on?" Dean asked him. "Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?" Chuck asked us.
"You told us to come." I said. "Ah, no I didn't." Chuck said as he looks between us. "Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam said as Chuck continues to look at us, confused. "I didn't send you a text." He said.
"We drove all night!" I said. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what could..." Chuck said then he stops and sighs. "...oh no." He mutters. "What?" Dean asked then we hear another set of footsteps coming. "SAM! You made it!!" A female voice squealed and we look up to see Becky running down the steps towards us.
"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam said, trying to sound polite. "Oh, you remembered." she said, excitedly, then she lowers her voice. "You been thinking about me." She asked and Sam seems taken aback. "I..." he stammers and Becky smiles. "It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either." she said and Dean and I share a smile.
"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asked her. "I just borrowed it from your pants." Becky said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Becky..." Chuck said, exasperated. "What? They're going to want to see it!" Becky said to him. "See what?" the boys and I asked, in unison, and Becky gets a surprised, happy look. "Oh My God. I love it when they talk at the same time!!" she squeals.
Then a guy appears at the top of the stairs with a clipboard. "Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime." the guy said and Becky runs excitedly up the stairs. Chuck turns to us. "Guys. I'm sorry. For everything." he said and the boys and I look at each other, confused, then follow him up the stairs.
We all enter the building and a large man walks past us with a stein of beer. "Ha-ha-ha. Hey Dean, looking good." the man said to Dean. "Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him and the man turns back to him. He is wearing much the same clothes as Dean, down to the amulet around his neck. "I'm Dean too. Duh." the man said, sounding like it was obvious.
Dean turns to me and Sam, utterly confused. Over Sam's shoulder, I sees the Scarecrow God and I jump, Sam and Dean look and do the same. "Uh-oh. It's Sam, Dean and (y/n). I'm in trouble now." The Scarecrow said, which I quickly realize he is just a guy in costume. He has a can of soda in one hand, his sythe in the other. "Have fun you three. Aaaah!" the guy said as he jiggles his sythe in Sam's face then walks away.
I furrow my brow as I hear Becky giggling behind us. "What?" I asked her then I turn to the boys and we look around the room. It is filled with people dressed as every monster we've ever fought, Bloody Mary, clowns, people with black demon eyes, a skinny woman dressed as Bobby, a guy dressed as Ash. There are tables of merchandise with the Impala on coffee cups, Chuck's books and more.
"Becky, what is this?" Sam asked her. "It's awesome!! A Supernatural convention, the first ever." Becky squeals while Sam gives a look of disapproval, Dean still looks confused and I was just feeling really uncomfortable with this whole thing.
A small crowd sits facing the stage, in a conference room, and the Convention Manager steps up to the microphone. "Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention. At 3:45 in the Magnolia room we have the panel, Frightened little boy, the secret life of Dean. And at 4:30 there's the Team Dean vs Team Sam: Who Is The Perfect Match For (y/n)? debate." The manger said as the boys and I stand at the back of the hall, Becky beside us.
I face-palm at this and run my hands over my eyes at this as the manager continues with his speech. "Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp." He said and there was cheers and applause from the audience. "But right now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the Supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!" he said and there was massive amounts of cheering and applause break out as Chuck timidly walks onto the stage.
I raise my head and the boys and I stare at Chuck, stonefaced, as he gets to the mic, which makes a feedback noise. "Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I...." he said and he clears his throat, then again. "Dry mouth." he said and he takes a very long gulps from a bottle of water. There is total silence in the room while he does so.
"Ok. Uh...ahem. So I guess...questions?" Chuck asked and every hand in the room goes up. Chuck looks startled. "Uh....you?" Chuck said as he points at a skinny young man in the front row. The man leaps up, grinning. "Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam, Dean and (y/n) in the first place?" The guy asked and Chuck glances back at us. I was honestly wanting to hear the BS answer he would give.
"Oh, ah, I...it just came to me." Chuck answered and I look at the boys and see Dean pursing his lips and tilting his head back as hands shoot into the air again. "Ok. Yeah. The hook man." Chuck said and the Hookman stands up. "Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam, Dean and (y/n) are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?" the hook man said, in a heavy German accent.
I raise an eyebrow at this and look at the boys to see Sam looked interested and Dean looked angry. "I...yeah, I really don't know." Chuck stammers. "Ja, follow up. Why can't Sam, (y/n) and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein?" the hookman asked and now Sam looks mad and Dean and I share a small smile.
Becky then walks down the row of chairs, angrily. "HEY! If you don't like the books don't read 'em, Fritz." she yells at him. "Ok, Ok, just..okay, it's okay. So, next question." Chuck said and hands shoot up again. "Yeah, you." Chuck said to a person and they stand up.
"Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So, what happens next?" the fan asked. "Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out." Chuck said then he look up at me and the boys, we eye him suspiciously. "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again." Chuck said and the room erupts, people leap from their seats, yelling and cheering and applauding. Becky jumps up and down, screaming.
"Boys....please tell me I heard that wrong." I muttered to them as I turn my head to them, both of them looking upset.
Later, the boys and I go find Chuck and see him at the bar with Becky. "Oh, Hi Sam!!" Becky greets, brightly, as we come up to them. Sam nods at Becky, distractedly, while Chuck sighs. "Excuse us." Dean tells Becky and then he turns to Chuck. "In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, ok? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil. We don't have time for this crap." Dean said to him while I glance over and see Becky giving Sam come hither looks.
I bite back a laugh as Chuck said. "Hey, I didn't call you!" I roll my eyes and sigh. "He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?" I asked him. "Um...for food and shelter?" Chuck said and Dean leans over Chuck's chair. "Who gave you the rights to our life story." he growls. "An Archangel, and I didn't want it!" Chuck exclaims.
"Well, deal's off, ok. No more books. Our lives are not for public consumption." Sam said as he glances at Becky, who turns slowly to stare at Chuck. "Ah..Becky. Would you excuse us for just a second?" Chuck asked her. "Uh-huh!" she said, nodding quickly, then she leaves.
Chuck leads us down a hallway as he starts to talk. "Do you guys know what I do for a living?" Chuck asked us. "Yeah Chuck, we know." Sam said. "Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, all right? I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, Ok?" Chuck said and I felt a little bad for him. "Until the world ends, I gotta live, all right? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?" he asked us then we hear a woman scream.
The boys and I immediately take off toward the sound. "No, guys...wait!" Chuck shouts after us but we ignore him and head up the stairs.
We make it to the stairs to see a maid crouched in the corner of the hallway. "Hey, are you ok?" Sam asked her as he helps her up. "I think so." she said. "What happened?" I asked her. "I saw a ghost." she replied as we heard more footsteps. I look over my shoulder to see many people running up, including the large man we saw earlier and next to him was a tall skinny man and a short woman who kinda reminded me of Velma.
"A ghost? Could you tell us what it looked like?" the tall guy asked her, in a fake deep voice. "Why don't you leave this to the grownups, pal." Dean tells him as we turn back to the woman. "A woman. She was in an old fashioned dress. Really old. Like a school marm, or something?" the maid said.
"Did she say something to you?" a female voice asked and the maid begins to grin. "Ok." she said and she raises her voice. "Gather close everybody, for a terrifying tale of terror. I saw, a ghost!" she said and Sam shakes his head and walks away, Dean and I follow him. "None other than the ghost of Leticia gore herself! I was on the third floor getting ice for a guest..." I hear the actress recite as we walk away.
Then Becky runs up to us. "Oooo, the LARPing's started." Becky said, excitedly. "The...What is that again?" Dean asked her. "Live Action Role Playing? It's a game. The convention puts it on." She said then she hands Sam a piece of paper and he reads it, frowning. "Dad's Journal. Dear Sam, (y/n) and Dean, this hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost. Interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a $50 gift card to Sizzler. JW."
"You guys are soooo gunna win." Becky said to us, smiling, and I just look at the boys, shaking my head.
Many people, all dressed in suits, flip their FBI badges out at the convention manager. "Well, yes, Agents Lennon, Starr and McCartney, as manager of this fine establishment I can assure you that it is indeed haunted. This building was once an orphanage, run by mean old Leticia Gore. 100 years ago this very night, Miss Gore went insane, and butchered four little boys before killing herself. Now folks say that the souls of those poor little boys are trapped here and the evil spirit of Miss Gore punishes them to this very day." The manager explained while the boys and I stand in the background.
"Well, that's just about all the community theatre I can take." Dean grumbles. "Yeah, this cannot get any weirder." Sam said while the large guy, the tall guy and the Velma looking woman walked past us.
"Dad said...he said I may have to kill you two." The large man said, in a growling voice. "Kill us? What the hell does that mean?" the tall man asked, in a fake deep voice. "I don't know." The large man said. "You have to know something, Dean." The woman said, in a sort of valley girl sounding voice.
As they walk by, Sam, Dean and I look at each other. "I need a drink." We said, in unison.
Dean downs a shot glass, I take a long drink from my glass of whiskey and Sam sits on the other side of Dean, staring morosely at his beer. I look down the bar and see a woman, dressed as a ghost, is clicking away on her phone.
"How you doing?" I asked her. "Busy." she sighs as she continues to look at her phone. "I bet. Having to entertain these nerds here." I said and she chuckles a bit and raises her head to me. "Aren't you one of them?" She asked me and I shake my head. "No. My friends and I...well, let's just say we were tricked here by an acquaintance of ours who thought this would be funny." I said, as I gesture between me, Sam and Dean.
Then there was a loud voice behind us. "For the last time I'm not making this up, ok? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost." a male voice said and we turn to see a couple of guys standing in front of us. "Excuse me." I tell the lady and the boys and I walk over to the two guys.
"I'm sure it was just one of the ghost actors." the second guy said. "Who beat the hell out of me and then vanished?" the first guy asked his friend. "You saw something?" Sam asked the guy and he turns to Sam. "This isn't part of the game jerk." he growls at Sam then turns to his friend. "Look, I'm getting out of here and you should do the same." He said and he walks away. "Alex, wait. Hey, come back!" Alex's friend shouts and chases after him.
"What do you guys think?" Sam asked us. "I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting." Dean said and I nod. "Yeah..." I muttered.
"Why, yes, Agents Jagger, Watts and Richards. As manager of this fine establishment I can assure you it is indeed haunted." The con manager said to some of the guests but the boys and I pass him on pur way to the front desk.
"Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?" Dean asked the Hotel Manager. "Look, I don't have time to play Star Wars guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot." the guy said and I pull out a $50 and slide it across the desk. "Actually we ah...really want to talk to you." I said to him and the manager looks up at us. "Ok. You guys are really into this." He said. "You have no idea." Sam said and the manager takes the money.
"What do you want to know?" he asked us. "All this stuff they're saying. This place being haunted. Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?" Sam asked us. "We generally don't like to publicise this to...normal people...but yeah. 1909 this place was called Gore Orphanage. Miss Gore, killed four boys with a butchers knife, then offed herself." The hotel manager said.
"And is tonight really her anniversary?" Dean asked her. "Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity." the hotel manager said. "There been any sightings?" I asked him. "Yep, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once." the manager said.
"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?" Dean asked him. "Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds." the hotel manager said and I slide across another $50. "The attic." The manager said to us, softly, as he accepts the money again.
*3rd Person POV*
As the trio were talking to the hotel manager, they didn't realize that the three cosplayers they saw earlier, Demian, Barnes and Sasha, were listening behind the trio and they share a look amongst each other.
Later, in the attic, Dean, Sam and (y/n) crawl in through a small space, all of them with flashlights. The EMF starts buzzing. "The EMF's going nuts." Sam states. "Great. We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it." Dean said. "No way this ends well." (y/n) said. "Yeah well serves them right." Dean grumbles.
"Dean..." Sam and (y/n) said, exasperated. "I'm just saying." Dean said, defensively, and they continue on, looking for any clues.
At a different end of the attic, Barnes, Demian and Sasha walk around and look. "It's gotta be around here someplace." Demian said, in a deep voice mimicking Dean. "Yeah, I dunno man. No one else is looking for the attic." Barnes said and Sasha nods. "Yeah, plus this is kinda creepy." Sasha said, nervously. "Ok, all right, guys." Demian said, in his normal voice, to his friends. "1. Stay in character. All right? If it's just me, I look stupid. and 2. You heard the guy downstairs. I think this is part of the game." He said.
"Help us." A young boy's voice said and they turn to see a young boy that looked oddly pale. "Oh my God! That make up is amazing." Sasha exclaims, excitedly. "I know, right?" Barnes said as they smile and nod. "Amateurs. Stay in character!" Demian yells at the two. "Sorry. Ahem." Barnes said then he clears his throat. "Sorry." He said, in a deep voice. "We'll do better." Sasha said, in the valley girl sounding voice again.
"Help us. Miss Gore won't let us have any fun." the boy said. "Where's the body buried, kid? We'll light her up nice and toasty." Demian said to the kid. The boy points behind them. They turn, but see nothing and when they turn back the hallway is empty.
"Wow. Fast runner." Barnes said. "Probably had a lot of Lucky Charms." Sasha remarks as Demian looking behind them again. "Guys. Check this out." he said and they turn to see a mark on the wall beside a painting. They move the painting, revealing a bloody handprint.
"Must have been what he was trying to tell us." Sasha said. "Gee, you think (y/n)?" Demian said and Sasha rolls her eyes, in a way (y/n) would. The back of the painting is covered in handprints. Barnes rips the backing to see there is an old map inside. "Ok, this is the coolest game ever." Barnes said, in his normal voice, and the three of them start to giggle.
But then Demian clears his throat and goes back to the deep growling voice. "Yes." He said.
Meanwhile, Sam, Dean and (y/n) continue to shine their flashlights into every corner. "My mommy loves me." a voice said and they turn around to see a boy, a different one that visited the cosplayers, crouching in the corner, hands holding his head. "I said my mommy loves me." The boy said.
"I'm sure she does." (Y/n) said, calmly, to the boy. "My mommy loves me this much!" the boy said and he moves his hands, revealing he has been partially scalped, then disappears.
Back at the bar, Becky looks up from her drink and sighs, longingly, as Sam paces while on the phone. He sighs, then notices Becky watching and nods at her. She smiles back, licks the middle of her palm and blows it at him.
Looking very concerned, Sam half waves at her. She winks back while Chuck, standing next to her, watches the back and forth. "Awesome." Chuck mutters while Sam walks over to where Dean and (y/n) were sitting. "All right. So that was a guy with the County Historical Society." Sam said to them. "And...?" Dean and (y/n) said, at the same time.
"Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son." Sam explains. "Her son." (y/n) said, questioning but also a bit horrified. "Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid." Sam said and (y/n) gasped then shakes her head in disgust. "Oh that's it, I'm gunna deep fry this bitch extra crispy." Dean growls.
"Guy say where she was buried?" (Y/n) asked Sam. "He doesn't know." Sam replied then they overhear a conversation at the next table. "Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there...cemetery." Barnes said, in a deep voice.
"You think that's where Leticia's planted?" Sasha asked, in the valley girl voice. "It's worth a shot." Barnes said as Sam, Dean and (y/n) walk over to them and Sam reaches out to touch the map.
"Hey, hey!" Barnes said, surprised, and Demian grabs the map. "Hey, do you mind?" Demian asked Sam, who turns to Dean and (y/n). "It's real. A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds." he tells them and Dean turns to the three.
"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked them. "It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity." Demian said, still staying in character, and Dean sighs. "Yeah, right. Gimme the map, Chuckles." Dean demanded. "Yeah well you're the Chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody." Demian said and he pulls back his jacket to reveal a plastic gun.
Dean rolls his eyes. "Dean! Calm down." Sasha said, in her character voice. Dean pulls out his own gun, his Taurus. "Dean!" (y/n) said, warningly. "What! They're freakin' annoying." Dean exclaims and she shakes her head at him. "I know just...Calm down, honey." She said.
"Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought...it would go faster if we all worked together." Sam said to the cosplayers, who exchange looks. "Ahem. We..ah...we get the Sizzler gift card." Barnes said, in his normal voice, and Dean rolls his eyes again. "Fine." he said.
"And we get to be Sam, (y/n) and Dean." Demian said, gesturing to him and his friends, and Sam, Dean and (y/n) exchange looks. "Fine." (Y/n) said and the trio smile. "Yes." Demian whispers to himself.
Later, Demian, Sasha and Barnes walk along a path, Dean, (y/n) and Sam behind them. "Hey, Rufus, Bobby, Ellen would you hurry it up?" Demian shouts at them, in character, as he turns to them then turns back.
"Are you all right?" Sam asked Dean. "I'm trying to be." Dean growls, in a grumpy tone. "The faster we get this done the better." (Y/n) mutters.
"So where were we?" Sasha asked Demian and Barnes. "Ah, Dr Ellicott had just zapped your brain." Demian said to Barnes, who nods. "Right, got it. Ahem." Barnes said then he goes into character. "Why are we even here Dean? You just following dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for approval?" Barnes asked Demian. "This isn't you talking, Sam." Demian said, in character. "Boys, stop!" Sasha said, also in character.
Dean turns to Sam and (y/n) with a 'How much do we have to put up with' look. Sam frowns as (y/n) shrugs. "See that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic." Barnes yells at Demian. "So what are ya going to do, Sam? Are you going to kill us?" Sasha asked him. "Man, I am so sick of you two telling me what to do." Barnes shouts and Dean had enough of it.
"All right, you know what? That's it. That is it." Dean yells, annoyed. "What's wrong, Bobby." Demian asked Dean, who is so angry he can't speak for a moment. "I'm not Bobby, ok? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. You're not (y/n). What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?" Dean asked, angrily. "Because we're fans. Like you." Barnes said, in his normal voice.
"No. I am not a fan, ok. Not fans. In fact, I think that the Dean, (y/n) and Sam story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house. So you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean, do you think they enjoy being treated like...like circus freaks?" Dean yells. "Uh....I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!" Sasha said, in her normal voice. "Oh, they care. Believe me. They care a lot." Dean shouts and he storms off down the path, leaving the others staring after him. Demian, Sasha and Barnes turn back to Sam and (y/n) with a Dude, what the hell? look.
"I'll go talk to him." (Y/n) said to Sam and she heads off, following Dean. "He..uh...he takes the story really seriously." Sam said to the three and they look at him, confused. "Well, he needs to lighten up, it's just a game." Sasha said and Sam sighs. "Believe me, I keep telling him that." Sam said.
Meanwhile, Dean was stomping ahead, fuming, and (y/n) comes up to him. "Dean...Dean!" She calls out as she runs up to him. "What?!" Dean exclaims as he stops and turns to her. “Calm down.” (Y/n) said, trying to reassure him. “Calm down? This whole thing is driving me crazy!” Dean exclaimed, running his hands through his hair.
“They are reenacting some of the worst moments of my life for fun! They get pleasure out of our pain!” Dean yelled. “I know but they don’t know any better. As far as they know, we’re just characters.” (Y/n) said. “Is that supposed to make it okay? I mean how would Kirk feel about people reenacting Spock’s death?” Dean asked and (y/n) rolls her eyes. “Dean, now you're being ridiculous.” She grumbled. “Am I? It’s the same situation!” Dean exclaimed.
(Y/n) sighs, steps closer and strokes Dean’s cheek. “I know how you feel. But just try to endure for a little longer. As soon as we salt and burn Leticia’s bones, we can leave.” She said, softly. Dean leans into her hand, closing his eyes. “Alright.” He muttered and (Y/n) leans up to give him a reassuring kiss.
The six make their way to the cemetery and start shining their flashlights on the gravestones. "I found the four boys." Dean said. "And here's Leticia Gore." Sam said and (y/n) looks over to see Demian, Barnes and Sasha tip toeing around the edge of the cemetery, shining their lights in the bushes.
"Ah...what are you guys doing?" (Y/n) asked them. "We're looking for bones genius. They gotta be around here somewhere." Demian said, in his character voice, and (y/n) rolls her eyes. "Ok. Generally, bones are in the ground." (y/n) said and Sam dumps his bag and leans down.
"Yeah, I know that. I just...." Demian said, still in character, but then he and the other two watch Sam pulling shovels out of his bag. "Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?" Sasha asked, horrified. "Deadly." Dean said. "We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game." Barnes said. "Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?" (y/n) asked them and the trio share a glance to each other.
Dean and (y/n) finish digging out the grave and hits the coffin. The others stand around the grave shining their lights. The wind picks up as Dean and (y/n) grunts and lift the coffin lid, revealing a skeleton. "That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a... that's a skeleton skeleton." Demian gags. "You just dug up a real grave." Barnes said, horrified. "Oh God!" Sasha exclaims.
"Yeah." Dean said. "You guys are nuts." Sasha accuses. "I thought you guys wanted to be hunters." Sam said. "Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real." Demian exclaims, freaking out, and he, Barnes and Sasha turn to walk away. "My God. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this...." Demian said and Barnes turns back to look at Sam and freezes.
"What?" Sam asked him. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!" A female voice said and Sam turns to see Gore was next to him. Before he could do anything, she backhands Sam across the cemetery. Demian, Sasha and Barnes scream and turn to run. Dean and (y/n) heave themselves out of the grave, grunting with the effort.
Barnes trips and falls. "Barnes!" Demian and Sasha shout as Dean rummages in his duffel, pulling out salt and burn materials. Sasha and Demian pull Barnes to his feet and they turn to run again. Gore is in front of them and they scream and grab hold of each other. "Oh my God!!" Sasha screams. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!!" Gore said and she pushes a hand into Demian and Barnes chests and they begin screaming, Sasha was too shocked and scared to do anything. "Barnes! Demian!" Sasha screams, fearfully.
Dean looks up from where he is pouring salt on her skeleton then (y/n) quickly pours kerosene as Dean reaches into his pocket for his lighter, flicking it and dropping it into the grave in one movement. Gore screams as she burns up. Demain, Sasha and Barnes stare at the place where she was, panting.
(Y/n) goes to help Sam up to his feet while Dean turns to face Demian, Sasha and Barnes. "Real enough for you?" Dean asked them and they turn to look at Dean, horrified.