dean was acutely aware of the supernatural fandom, with the fanfiction and the fangirls and the books- God, it made him sick to his stomach.

he had pushed the memory of that dumb musical from flint, michigan into the back of his head, when they investigated the disappearance of that teacher and saw the whole setup for the musical that told his entire life story.

now, a hunt led them to west virginia; professors were dropping like flies on a college campus, drained of blood. which ultimately led him and sam to discover yet another, musical.

the eldest winchester scoffed, rubbing his face with his hand. he shook his head, now running a hand through his hair. “you have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” he hissed, glancing at his brother then {{user}}.

he gestured to the theater students, all dressed up as different ‘characters’; sam, dean, castiel, {{user}}, crowley, lucifer—

“this has to be a joke. are you kidding me?” dean, obviously, wasn’t taking it well.