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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸

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Dean parked the Impala outside the small village ground where Oktoberfest was taking place. The trio had dressed in their FBI suits to investigate whatever was going on in the small town of Transylvania. A victim had been found with a bitten neck and the witness swore that it was a vampire. Dean had instantly hopped on the case because he felt that they should finally get to work a case where it was cut and dry. Vampires and werewolves were a lot better to deal with than the demons the Winchesters had been dealing with as of late.

Delaney glanced around the grounds as people bustled about. In the middle of the village sat a gazebo with a folk band playing inside and women dressed in barmaid outfits walked about, speaking and greeting the visitors.

"We still gotta see the new Raiders movie," Dean said, snapping Delaney out of her dazed scan of the area.

Delaney smiled sheepishly at Dean, feeling guilty since she had already seen the movie. Dean and Delaney had always gone to the movies together ever since she was younger and still needed someone to go with her. He took her to see any movie she had wanted to and even took her to some of the movies that he had wanted to see. 

The new Raiders movie had come out about a month or two after Dean had gone down to Hell and Randy popped back up, teaching her how to use her abilities. One night, Randy had suggested they be "normal" for once and they went to the movies to see Raiders. Dean would be upset already that she saw it without him, but if he knew she saw it with Randy... then the rift currently between them would only get worse.

"I kind of... saw it."

"Without me?"

"What did you want me to do, Dean? Go down to Hell to ask if you could come out and play for a little bit?" Delaney remarked.

Dean narrowed his eyes at his baby sister and pointed a stern finger in her face. "Me being in Hell is no excuse." 

However, Dean's annoyance didn't last long because he spotted a stand with big pretzels and was over by the stand faster than Delaney could blink. She rose an eyebrow when Dean walked back over to them with three comedically large pretzels. They were twice the size of Delaney's head and she was more than certain she'd only get through half of the salted dough before she felt sick and full. 

"Guten Tag," a beautiful blonde girl in one of the barmaid uniforms greeted the trio with a warm smile, passing them by towards the bar at the other side of the village.

Dean's chewing slowed as he watched the blonde walk away. "Guten Tag yourself."

Sam breathed out a laugh and his gaze landed on the sheriff across the way from them. "Oh, that looks like our man." He lead the way over to the sheriff who had just finished explaining to the couple which way the best place to eat was in the village. "Sheriff Dietrich. Agents Angus, Young and Carrey. We called about your, uh, problem."

Dietrich glanced over the fake FBI badges the siblings had whipped out and nodded after a moment. "Right. Um... I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"

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Dietrich pulled out the dead body from the drawer in the wall of the morgue he lead the three siblings to. He pulled back the white sheet over the body to reveal a young girl with two puncture wounds in the side of her neck. "Marissa Wright, twenty-six, just up from Lockhard for Oktoberfest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season."

Delaney rose her eyebrows at Dietrich, wondering how he could be so insensitive to the death of a young woman like that. "It's the last thing Marissa Wright needed."

Dean ran his fingers along the puncture wounds that proved it really was a vampire that killed her. "What the hell?"

"You got me. This killer is some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe."

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness," Dean recalled.

"Yeah, I wished I didn't, but our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you would call reliable."

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After speaking to the sheriff and leaving the morgue, Dean had mentioned that they should go to the bar and see if they could find out where this Ed Brewer guy was. Delaney knew he had just wanted an excuse to see the blonde barmaid they saw earlier. She was stood behind the bar with a brunette girl who laughed at something she said before walking out from behind the bar with two steins of beer. 

The blonde glanced up from where she cleaned glasses with a rag and smiled at the trio as they approached the bar. "Hey, I remember you."

Dean flashed the blonde a charming smile and leant against the bar with a wink. "I remember you.... Jamie. I never forget a pretty.... everything."

Delaney rolled her eyes at her brother's blatant flirting and stepped up to the bar so she could do what they actually came for. "You wouldn't happen to know where Ed Brewer is, would you?"

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "What do you want with Ed?"

"Well, we are, uh..." Dean cleared his throat, flashing his fake FBI badge along with Delaney and Sam. "Federal agents. Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just - "

"Wait a minute. You're a fed?" Jamie cut Dean off, sounding extremely perplexed by the idea. "Wow, you don't come off as a fed." She laughed softly and eyed Dean in shock. "Seriously?"

Dean licked his lips and leant closer to Jamie with a charming grin. "I'm a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by - the rules."

Sam scoffed out a laugh and tugged Dean back by his shoulder so he wouldn't be in Jamie's personal space any longer. "Okay, Maverick. Um, so... where can we find Ed?"

"He's at the table in the back corner," Jamie informed, pointing to a small table in the back of the bar with a man with black hair, mustache and a large stein sat alone. 

"Thanks," Delaney said and turned on her heel to make her way towards Ed with Dean and Sam on her heels. She approached the man who had took a large gulp from the large stein he had on the table next to him. It was the length of Delaney's arm and with how Ed swayed slightly on his chair, she could tell her was drunk. "Hi, Mr. Brewer. We're with the FBI and we were just wondering if we could ask you a few questions."

Ed wiped his mouth of the beer that had wet his mouth as Delaney, Dean and Sam took the three seats across from him. "I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me. Why should you be any different?"

"Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different," Dean assured the drunk man.

"I spoke the God's honest truth and now I'm the town joke," Ed grumbled.

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us and we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem," Sam said.

"We have a lot of experience with strange," Delaney chimed in with an assuring smile. "No judgements here, Mr. Brewer."

Ed seemed to consider what the siblings said and took another large gulp from his beer stein. He burped quietly into his hand before he held two thumbs up to show he was ready now that he had some liquid courage. "It was just after midnight. I just left here and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing, but she was... struggling too much. This man, he was - well, he was biting her neck. He was a vampire."

Delaney squinted at Ed, thrown off by how sure he sounded about the whole thing. Marissa's neck did have two puncture wounds that looked like it was made by a vampire. However, something just felt so odd about the whole thing. The last time she had dealt with a vampire, they slowly drained the victim or turned them into a vampire. Now here was this vampire that just killed in one shot like in the old time movies. "Okay, right, and by that you mean - "

"Vampire," Ed repeated, making a claw with his hand and swiping at the air with a hiss. "He looked like a vampire, you know, with the fangs and the slicked-back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."

"You mean like a Dracula?" Dean retorted.

"Exactly like Dracula. Right down to the accent," Ed informed the trio that only grew more and more confused by the second. "He said something like..." He lifted his arm to cover his face as if he had a cape on and mimicked a Hungarian accent. "Stay away, mortal. The night is mine!"

Dean had excused himself to get a beer while Delaney and Sam quickly finished up with Ed, bidding him a goodbye to let him be drunk in peace. 

Delaney walked close to her brother so she could keep her voice low enough for only him to hear. "I'm not the only one that thought that was weird, right?"

Sam snorted and subtly glanced back over his shoulder at Ed who drank from his stein once again. It was a wonder how the man was still sat upright. "I think this might be a case where Dean was wrong, Delly. I mean... this just doesn't make sense."

"So, what do you think?" Dean asked his siblings as they approached him at the bar. "Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?"

"Definitely not our kind of case," Delaney agreed.

"Agreed, but who cares?" Dean said, pushing off the bar and making his way over to a booth. He slid into it with Delaney across from him and Sam next to him. "Room is paid for and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, guys. Beer and bar wenches."

"Dean, women don't like to be referred to as wenches," Delaney scoffed, leaning back against the booth and crossing her arms. "No wonder you're single."

Dean fixed a look on his sister before he turned his attention where Jamie now stood. "Hey, bar wench, where's the beer?"

"Coming up, good sir!" Jamie teased back, pulling the lever on the beer fountain to pour Dean's beer.

"Della, Oktoberfest!"

Jamie walked over with Dean and Sam's beers and placed it down in front of him with the smile that seemed to be fixed on her face. "Can I get you anything, sweetie?"

Dean waved his hand before Delaney could open her mouth to respond and ask for a beer of her own. "Oh, she doesn't drink. She's a Christian scientist. Don't even take aspirin. She's a real drag on stakeouts."

Jamie giggled at Dean's lame attempt of a joke while Delaney merely glared at Dean in response. "You're funny."

"I'm a lot more than that. I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time you get off?"

"ha ha. Like I said, funny," Jamie mused and made her way back over to the bar.

Dean blew out a breath, watching Jamie walk away like he had earlier on that day. "It is time to right some wrongs. Look at me, guys. I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right? You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, which leads me to conclude, sadly.. that my virginity is still intact. I have been rehymenated."

Delaney scoffed softly and rose her eyebrows at Dean in amusement. "Did that Castiel angel bump your head when he dragged you out of Hell? That's not how it works, Dean."

Dean slammed a fist on the table, causing the two beer steins in front of him and Sam to jump slightly and sloshing some of the contents onto the wooden table. "I have been rehymenated and the dude will not abide."

"Right... well, you go have fun with that and do whatever you got to do, I will be back at the motel room getting some sleep. Sam, just make sure he doesn't do anything stupid," Delaney said, earning a salute from Sam that he had heard her loud and clear. She pushed herself out of the booth and made her way towards the exit of the bar.

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The next morning, the three Winchesters had seen in the newspaper that a couple had been attacked the night prior and the boyfriend had died. They found the girlfriend at Oktoberfest and had been able to sit down with her to ask what about happened. She claimed that her boyfriend had been attacked by a werewolf and went so far as to describe the ones that you saw in the old time movies with the fur and the torn pants and shirts. 

This case just kept getting weirder and weirder.

"First a Dracula and now we have some Michael J. Fox wannabe?" Dean remarked, walking into the morgue with Sam and Delaney ahead of him. "What the hell is going on in this town?"

"Wish I knew," Delaney sighed and pulled out the drawer on the second row, the drawer coming out just below Delaney's nose so she had to go on her tip toes to properly see. She pulled back the zipper on the body bag and gagged slightly at the ripe smell of the dead body that had already begun it's decay. "God, I'll never get used to that smell."

Sam took out the pencil from the pocket on his suit jacket and lifted up a piece of flesh from the mutilated corpse. He looked almost like Dean had after he had been attacked by the Hellhounds four months ago. It was a thought that Delaney pushed to the back of her mind because Dean was alive again and she shouldn't dwell on the fact he'd died. "Whatever killed this poor kid wasn't a psycho wannabe. Look at those bite marks. Right down to the bone... and deeper.

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf," Dean offered.

Delaney used Sam's shoulder to keep her balanced as she rose higher on her tip toes to peek inside the bag. She noticed the heart was still inside the remains of the victim and tilted her head. "Yeah, but the heart is still there in one piece. Dean, they never leave the heart behind."

"Thus I reiterate - what the hell is going on?"

"Well, I was hoping you three could tell me," Dietrich said, walking into the morgue with a file in his hand. "I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibers we found on the body. Canine. Wolf hairs."

Dean blinked as Dietrich pulled out the evidence bag and held up the piece of animal hair from inside. His eyes flickered over to his siblings who seemed just as perplexed as he did. A small groan escaped and he rubbed his forehead. "I'm getting a headache."

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A few hours later, the three siblings were sat in the bar once again, finally putting something into their stomachs after not eating much since the pretzels the day prior. Delaney had never been more excited to see a burger and fries placed in front of her and devoured the whole thing almost as quickly as Dean had.

"I don't know, guys. Looks like we've stumbled on to a midnight showing of Dracula Meets Wolf Man. Is that it?" Dean asked, taking a long swig from his beer.

"I mean, wolf man seems real enough. It makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess," Sam replied.

"Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hairs. That's just a myth," Delaney reminded Sam, running a hand through her hair. "So, we got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town."

Jamie walked over with a new beer for Sam and Dean, Delaney still nursed hers. "Looks like you'll be staying a while, huh? I heard about Rick Deacon."

Dean frowned and nodded in response. "Yeah, this case just got weird enough for, uh, our department."

Jamie laughed quietly and gestured to the beers on the table. "Well, beers are on me. Just so you know, Agent, I get off at midnight tonight."

"Oh, it's not another, uh, girl's night out?"

"Doesn't have to be."

"Okay, then. I'll see you tonight," Dean smirked at Jamie who walked off with the two empty beer glasses. "Hey, you guys think this Dracula could turn into a bat? That would be cool."

Delaney froze in her movements to bring her beer glass to her lips, staring at Dean as if he had officially lost all his marbles. Maybe Castiel really did bump Dean's head on the way out of Hell. 

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As if the case couldn't get any weirder, Dietrich had called up Dean to inform him that a security guard had been killed by some sort of mummy. The security footage showed a mummy rise out of the sarcophagus with mist pooling out of it and choke the security guard to death. The sarcophagus hadn't even been ancient and was just a prop from some prop house in Pennsylvania with a bucket of dry ice inside that created the mist effect. 

Dean had left mid-way through the inspection because he completely forgot about his date that night with Jamie. Not like there was even much left to do when he left because it was obvious that they wouldn't be getting much else out of the whole thing. Maybe it really was just a psychotic wannabe getting off by recreating old movie deaths after all. Delaney couldn't even begin to think what else it could be at that point.

Sam and Delaney had both decided to go back to the motel room to just relax until Dean got back from his date with Jamie and they could discuss what to do next. However, they were only able to relax for all of an hour before Delaney received a distressed call from her brother begging her and Sam to come meet him and Jamie at the bar. 

"Hey, you guys alright?" Sam asked the second he and Delaney approached the booth Dean and Jamie sat in with a bottle of scotch on the table. 

"Yeah, I think so," Dean rasped, grabbing the rag that was next to him and handed it over to Delaney. "And I think I know what's going on. Part of it at least. Ripped this off Dracula's head."

Delaney opened up the rag to see an ear inside that looked like it was made from special effects. She squished the ear between her fingers and puffed out her cheeks when she realized what they were dealing with. The thing she never wanted to deal with again after it had almost killed her using Dean's face and made Dean a most wanted person. "Fucking hell. Why is it always Shapeshifters?"

Sam took the ear from Delaney and inspected it with a grossed out expression. "Of course this one had to be full of crazy."

"Oh, and this - " Dean pulled out the ribbon with the medallion on it like Ed Brewer had described, handing over to Sam. "I think this might have fallen off in the fight when I saved Jamie. Look at the label on the ribbon."

Sam flipped over the ribbon to see the same exact tag on it that had been on the sarcophagus. "It's a costume rental."

"All three monsters - Dracula, wolf man and the mummy - all the same critter, which means we need to catch the freak before he Creature from the Black Lagoon's somebody."

"So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and the X Files are real?" Jamie asked, still sounding like she didn't believe it even though she saw it with her own two eyes.

"No, the X Files is a TV show. This is real," Dean responded.

"Okay, so, the stagecraft, the costuming - it's like he is trying to reenact his favorite monster movie moments, right down to the bloody murder," Delaney noted, pacing back and forth as her mind worked at warped speed. 

"Wait, who the hell is Mina? That's what he called me."

"And he called me Mr. Harker."

Delaney froze in her pacing and her eyes flickered over to Sam. Monster movies had always been something they watched during Halloween time when the motel room TVs played them all day long. Dean always found them kind of stupid so it was one of the types of movies that Sam and Delaney would bond over together while Dean did whatever else to keep himself occupied. Sam had even taken Delaney to an old time horror movie in the park near her birthday one year. 

"Jonathan Harker? They're characters from the movies and the novels - Mina, Dracula's intended bride, Harker, the fiancé that stands in the way. Seems like he's fixated on you, Jamie," Sam explained to the confused duo. "Like he sees you as his bride."

"Wow, lucky me," Jamie remarked.

"Yeah, but for him to fixate on Jamie he would have had to see her before this point or at least been around her long enough."

Dean was quiet for a moment as he considered what his sister said and turned to Jamie. "Jamie, has anybody strange come to town, somebody that has taken a specific notice of you?"

Jamie shook her head with a small shrug. "I don't know, Dean. It's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's lots of people. I... wait a second. There is Ed. He moved here about a month ago. Lucy swears he has a crush on me. He comes in almost every night. But, you know, I don't think he's the type of guy - "

"Where does Ed live?" Dean cut off Jamie.

"I don't know, but he works at the old movie theater. I think he's a projectionist there."

"Take care of Mina," Delaney mused, patting Dean on the shoulder as she passed him by with Sam to go investigate Ed.

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Delaney stood outside the old movie theater with Sam, the light sign above their heads read NOW PLAYING: PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. Fog took over the surrounding area and Delaney felt like she had been transported into a horrible old monster movie remake. If they didn't have to worry about this Shifter, Delaney probably would have dragged Sam right into the theater to watch the movie playing. 

"Man, this place gives me the creeps," Delaney mumbled, glancing around the deserted area.

"Let's just get this over with," Sam said, making his way into the movie theater with Delaney in tow.

Inside, a concession stand was to the right near the entrance with a multitude of candy, a popcorn and a soda machine. Old time movie posters lined the walls leading up to the second floor where all the theaters were. An organ played from inside of the theaters and the two siblings slowly crept inside to see the shadow of a figure playing an organ behind the screen that the movies usually displayed on. 

Ed was on the other side of the screen, changing up the tune from the old time movie tension music and over to a more lively one. He was dressed in his white underwear and a white tank top, acting like had no care in the world. As if he wasn't a Shifter who ran around recreating old time movie murders just to get closer to Jamie.

As if sensing the two siblings were behind him, Ed suddenly stopped playing the organ and whirred around to see Delaney and Sam with their handguns drawn at him. He stumbled back into the organ while Sam held a hand up to Ed's throat. "You, FBI agents - what did I - "

"Shut up, okay? You know what you did," Delaney snapped, glaring at the Shifter. "We know what you are."

"I'm not anything. I just like the Casio," Ed trembled, jerking his head behind him to the instrument.

Sam tilted his head and noticed that the Shifter had both of its ears once again. "See you had enough time to grow back the ear my brother ripped off, huh?" He gripped the ear and went to pull it off, but it only resulted in him howling in pain. No sign of the ear coming off at all.

A sudden sense of dread shot through Delaney as she realized why Ed's ear wasn't coming off. 

They had the wrong guy.

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After profusely apologizing to Ed about the mistake, Delaney and Sam ran back to the bar that was now totally empty. Jamie and Dean had been nowhere in sight and Delaney took out her phone, thinking Dean probably just went back to the motel room to be alone with Jamie. 

"Hey, Dee, Ed is not our guy. I swear, Sam nearly killed him, but thankfully we got him to not call the cops and just explained that we mistook him for another suspect. He was mostly drunk anyway so he probably won't even remember the encounter. I assume you went back to the motel room with Jamie, so just call Sam and I back when you're done, okay? We'll just hang out in the bar until then. Kay, love you," Delaney said, hanging up the phone and stopping in her tracks when Sam held up a napkin with a lipstick stain on it. "Why am I caring about a napkin?"

"Delly, look at the ground," Sam said, gesturing to the ground where a broken alcohol bottle laid with glass littered around it. On the table that Jamie and Dean had been sat at had an extra glass and the napkin with the lipstick stain on it. "I think I know who our Shifter is.."

Lucy.

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Using the GPS on Dean's phone to track him, the two youngest Winchesters arrived at Shifter's house and Delaney used her lock pick set to open up the front door and stepped inside. She shut the door quietly behind her and Sam, drawing her gun out from her waistband. The two siblings found a large wooden door that lead down stone steps that reminded Delaney of the ones you'd see in the old time castles with the torture dungeons. At the bottom of the steps, they stepped into a large room that matched up to Delaney's theory and Dean was strapped to a wooden plank dressed in an outfit out of Hansel and Gretel.

"Oh, thank God, just in the nick of time. The guy was about to Frankenstein me," Dean rasped as Delaney rushed over to him and used a mini crowbar from her back pocket to pry Dean out of his restraints. 

Delaney  stepped back once she got the restraints undone and tried to hide the amused grin on her face. "Hey there, Hansel."

Dean pointed a finger at his baby sister as she handed him a silver knife. "You shut up."

The three Winchesters made their way over to the large doors across the room and Sam kicked the door down effortlessly. They made their way down a long corridor that lead to a single door at the end of it and Sam pushed the door open to see Jamie passed out on the bed in a silk white halter gown.

"You will never be Van Helsing!" the Shifter yelled in his fake Hungarian accent dressed as Dracula once again, flinging Sam across the room and crashing into the fake wall next to the bed Jamie laid on.

Dean and Delaney rushed at him next with Delaney's gun drawn and Dean's arm raised with the knife in his hand. It wasn't hard for Shifter to overpower the two siblings and sent them flying onto their backs, knocking the air out of their lungs. Dean was raised into the air by his throat by Shifter who growled in his face that he were to die next.

Dean was dropped onto his feet and he gasped and wheezed to try and get the air back into his lungs. "How 'bout now you shut the hell up?"

Shifter raised his hands and hissed at Dean, showing off his very sharp fangs. Delaney groaned as she tried to roll onto her side and grab her gun she had dropped so she could shoot Shifter. However, before she could get her hands on the gun, a gun shot echoed through the room and Delaney's head snapped up to see Jamie stood behind Shifter with Sam's dropped gun gripped tightly in her hands and a bullet wound in Shifter's chest.

"Silver?" Shifter asked, slowly turning around to face Jamie who kept the gun raised. "It was Beauty who killed the Beast." He stumbled backwards and fell into the chair at the table near the wall to floor window at the side of the room. "Do not weep, Mina. Maybe this is how the movie should end."

Delaney grunted as Dean helped her back to her feet and dusted herself off while Sam finally came back to and stumbled his way to his feet. She had never been more happy to have a case be done and over with.

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The next morning, Dean said his goodbyes to Jamie by making out with her right in the middle of the fest with Delaney and Sam keeping their backs turned so they wouldn't have to witness that. Delaney had woken up to a bruised side and her back stung anytime she moved, but she was just grateful the Shifter was gone. All she wanted to do now was go to the Impala and lay down in the back until they had she had to get out of it again.

Dean finally peeled himself away from Jamie who thanked Sam and Delaney as well for saving her life before walking away to head on home. He watched her walk away as a content sigh left his lips and made his way towards the Impala with Delaney and Sam on either side of him. 

"I like her," Delaney commented.

"Feels good to be back on the job, doesn't it? Hero gets the girl, monster gets the gank - all in all, happy ending - with a happy ending, no less."

Delaney faked a gag, trying to put the memory of Dean and Jamie from the night before out of her mind. Her and Sam had to practically sleep in the room next door so the two could be alone and the couple weren't exactly quiet. Delaney had to sleep with the pillow wrapped around her head to drown out the sounds. She'd be having nightmare for weeks after that experience.

"Real classy, Dean," Sam chuckled.

"Hey, all I'm saying is the shifter man had a point, you know? It would be nice if life was movie simple. Although, if I was turning life into a movie, I wouldn't do this Abbott and Costello Meet the Monster crap.."

"Yeah, I know what you'd pick," Delaney said, smirking up at Dean who rose his eyebrows at her.

"No you don't."

Delaney stopped next to the Impala and turned to face Dean a challenging glint to her eye. "I do, actually."

"No, Della, you don't. You don't."

Delaney glanced over to Sam and the duo nodded at each other, deciding to respond together. "Porky's II."

Dean was quiet for a moment, clearly not expecting Sam nor Delaney to know the type of movie he'd want to live in. As if they didn't spend all day every day together since Delaney was six months old. They had only been apart for the duration Delaney had been away at Stanford and even then, the boys visited her and they exchanged texts and calls here and there. 

"Lucky guess."

AUTHORS NOTE

HI hey hello

I always love writing for this episode because it's just so freakin' funny to me. It's definitely an interesting one to write for and a nice small break from the apocalypse and demon drama with Delaney and the boys. We'll be right back into the drama soon though so enjoy it while it lasts, mates!