There was once a small group of fangirls who liked a bunch of celebrities way too old for them.

They called themselves Fandom Trash, or, more eloquently, Castle Rock Train Dodgers.

They sat in a room together with snacks and popcorn, with a movie they'd seen a million times before playing in the background.

To a parent passing by, it looked like teenagers having fun together, looking through books, watching movies, and having a grand time.

But that's not what they were doing at all.

Those books, cleverly disguised with Harry Potter covers, we're actually books about Supernatural beings.

Most particularly, they were about demons.

What looked like a normal sleepover was actually all a cover story for the fact that these friends were going to sell their souls.

"Keanu Reeves is so good looking," Katie, the oldest and "mom" of the group sighed, just days prior. "I'd sell my soul to meet him."

Then, when watching Supernatural one day, the thought hit.

I could sell my soul to meet Keanu Reeves!

While most teenagers around her age would've rather had One Direction tickets or meet Justin Bieber (for some reason??), the Castle Rock Train Dodgers were more obsessed with men at least three times their age.

Katie brought up this idea to her friends the next day, and, while very skeptical, they were also very desperate.

"But Katie," her friend Katy began, (she was the other half to The Two Katies in the group) "Doesn't selling our souls mean we have ten years to live, and then we're torn apart?"

Katie put a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Yes, but you see, I have a plan. I've spent the last 3 months marathoning the entirety of Supernatural seasons 1 through 10. I've got a plan."

Everyone leaned in, intent, nervous, and excited.

"We need to go to a crossroad one night, late at night. First, we paint a Devils Trap, big enough so our demon can't get out. We have to bury a box in the middle of it. The box must contain a picture of the person making a deal, graveyard dirt, and a bone from a black cat or milk from a black cow. From there, we get the demon, and we tell them that we want to meet our heroes!"

"Are you sure this will work?" Liz asked curiously, looking down at the detailed map in Katie's hands.

"Of course! It works every time for Sam and Dean!"

"Okay. Say we do sell our souls. What's to get us out of the contract?" Jay asked. "Won't we still die after 10 years?"

"Like I said, leave that one to me," the bell for class rang, and they were forced to split. "Call me after class and we'll talk more about this. Don't tell anyone until the plans are finalized!"

Sam piped up just before they left. "Isn't this just a little drastic?"

"C'mon, man. Haven't you always wanted to meet Wil Wheaton?"

Silence. Then together, they all nodded, shrugged, and parted ways.

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Dedicated to my Castle Rock Train Dodgers,

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