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queen-of-deans-booty · 8 years ago

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Hollywood Babylon- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,506

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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The next morning, you were in Tara’s chair, watching the scene unfold, Sam out at the morgue since a new person was dead. His name was Brad and from the looks of it, had an important job here. But, Tara found him hanging by the landing, dead as a doornail. All you could do was wait for Sam to get back but you had no idea where Dean was. This movie was honestly really bad and you had no idea where the producers got the money to film this piece of shit but it was being made and you couldn’t do a thing about it.

You watched as the actors said their lines, the fake rumbled of the place to indicate that there were ghosts coming and then Tara, playing her character began talking about salt and how it repels them. Well, they got one thing right.

Suddenly, Tara broke character and asked if they could call cut.

“Um... uh, yeah, cut. Cut!” McG said, getting up.

“That's a cut!” You heard Dean say very loudly. You turned your head, your mouth opening slightly when you saw him with a headset on and eating a taquito. Where the hell did he get a headset? You were about to say something when Tara spoke up and what she said caught your attention.

“I just can't wrap my head around the dialog, you know? Salt? Doesn't that sound silly? I mean, why would a ghost be afraid of salt?” She asked. You smirked lightly but kept your mouth shut, getting up.

You walked over to Dean where you could still hear what Tara and McG were saying.

“Yo, Marty, what do you think?” McG said.

“I’m not married to salt, what do you want? We still sticking with condiments?”

“It just sounds different, not better. What else would a ghost be scared of?” McG asked, thinking. You kept your mouth shut, wanting to hear what they would think of.

“Maybe shotguns?”

“Okay, that makes even less sense than the salt.” McG said, turning back to Tara. You turned to Dean, ignoring Tara now. Sam took that moment to walk over to you. Man, that trip was fast.

“How is it going here?” You asked, noticing the headset on him.

“Great. Tara is getting a little angsty with everything is going on and man, Walter is getting pissed of what’s going on here. Makes you think if he is more involved in this than you think.” Dean said, eating his food.

“Dean, you know when I ask how it's going in here, I'm talking about the case, right? We don't really work here. You know, I thought you hated being a P.A.” You said, looking at him like he was crazy.

“I don’t know, it’s not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? Oh, taquito? They’re wonderful.” Dean offered, holding out the plate of food to you and Sam.

“No. Um, listen, I conned my way into the morgue. News reports were right: Brad's a doornail, no question.” Sam said to you and Dean.

“Copy that,” Dean said into his headset. He lowered the mic and looked at Sam. “I’m sorry, what?”

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked Dean.

“Nothing, what did you say?” Dean asked Sam. You huffed out. You loved that Dean was enjoying himself around here but you were here for a case and someone has died while you were here. That isn’t good.

“The news reports were right. Brad’s a doornail…” Sam repeated. He was about to say something else but Dean spoke into his headset again.

“They are aware.”

“Who’s aware?” Sam asked, confused.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Dean asked Sam again. You ripped the headset off him and glared at him.

“Dean, would you fucking focus? We have a case to solve.” You said, glaring at him.

“What is your problem?” He asked you, putting the headset back on.

“We have a case to solve and since we’ve been here, a person has died. So, would you listen to Sam?” You were getting fed up with him right now. Dean stared at you a moment longer before shifting his gaze to Sam.

“The newspaper's right: Brad's a doornail, no question about it.” Sam repeated for the third time.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t skip town, right sweetheart?” Dean asked, looking at you.

“Look, Dean I am happy that you’re enjoying it here and that you’re having fun. Really, I am, but we didn’t come here to be normal people, okay? We have a job to do and once it’s over, we are leaving.” You said, looking at him.

“Yeah, I know, but let me have this for right now, yeah?” He asked, looking at you. You sighed and didn’t say anything else. You just looked away from him.

“So, did you find anything else while I was gone?” Sam asked.

“Actually, yes. Come here, I want you to listen to something,” Dean said, leading you and Sam over to Dave, the sound tech guy. “Hey, Dave. Can you play them that thing you were playing me earlier?”

“Sure,” Dave said, handing you and Sam a pair of headphones. You put it on and listened what was playing. It was a scene and the actors were talking and everything seemed normal. Suddenly, it started getting scratchy, getting distorted. You looked at Sam and then at Dean who raised his eyebrows.

You took off the headphones when it stopped and smiled at Dave who took them back. You walked away with the brothers to backstage where you could talk more privately.

“That’s EVP.” You said.

“From the night of Brad's stage dive, suddenly, I'm getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now.” Dean said.

“Then who is the ghost and what does it want?” You asked.

“I don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene.” Dean said.

“Okay, but how?” You asked.

“Let me take care of that. You two wait for me outside.” He said, leaving. You sighed and looked at Sam, walking outside.

“I don’t get it, Sam. He’s acting brainwashed. It’s like this case doesn’t even matter to him.” You said, looking up at him.

“Maybe he’s solving it from the inside. He seemed to be well liked by everyone in there.”

“I know and maybe that’s a good thing but I don’t know what to think of it.” You said, turning when you heard Dean’s footsteps. He held up a DVD and you looked impressed. Maybe this was a good thing. You followed him to one of the trailers and he walked up the steps like he owned it.

“Whose trailer is this?” You asked.

“I have no clue but we need it.” He said, walking inside. You were impressed by what was inside and Dean immediately popped the DVD in and hit play.

“Alright, here's where the guy fell through the roof.” Dean said, watching what happened. You watched as the actors played their parts but then then Brad fell through the ceiling, hanging by a noose.

“Hey, wait, go back.” Sam said. Dean did as he was told and when Sam was happy, he let Dean know when to stop. Dean paused the frame and on the screen, you saw a completely different set. Standing in the far corner of it, there is a ghostly woman with marks on her neck, as if she was hanged.

“Whoa, who the hell is that?” You asked, looking at her more closely.

“I don’t know but it’s normal for spirits to be caught on camera. Something about the different level it can see that we can’t.” Dean said, looking at you.

“I've seen her before.” Sam said, getting up from the couch he was sitting on.

“Where?” You asked.

“I’ll have to show you. I’ll be back.”

You were sitting at a table with Dean and he still had his headset on. You were behind the movie set, eating some food and waiting for Sam.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. You’re just having some fun.” You said, looking at Dean.

“Don’t mention it. I have to admit, I am taking this a bit far. Seems like this is the only way I’ll ever be normal.” He said, looking at your eyes. You were about to say something but Sam came back, sitting at the table.

“Check this out.” He slid an article to you two.

“Yeah, go for Ozzy… No, I don’t have a 20 on Tara, I think she’s 10-100… Okay, copy that,” Dean said into his headset. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” You and Sam shook your heads in exasperation.

“This is Elise Drummond. She was a starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio executive. He uses her up, fires her, and leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting.”

“Just like Brad. So, what? She’s got it in for the studio?” You asked, looking at Sam.

“Possibly. I mean, it's a motive and Brad's death matches hers exactly.”

“Great, I’m assuming there are bones to be burned and we are going to be the one to burn them?” You asked.

“Yeah, we are.”

When nightfall came, you, Dean and Sam were at the Hollywood Cemetery, looking for her grave. You had shovels with you and you were carrying the duffel bag full of the salt and kerosene. Dean held the map of the cemetery since it was a tourist’s attraction.

“Where are we going? This cemetery is huge.” You said, looking at Dean.

“Over here,” Dean said, leading the way.

“You know what I don't get, is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?” Sam wondered.

“Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick.” Dean joked.

“Come on, is it really that scary?” Sam asked, stopping at the grave Dean stopped at.

“What I’m wondering is if she isn’t haunting for her, then maybe someone is summoning her. It’s possible, right?” You said, grabbing a shovel.

“That is another theory.” Sam said, starting to dig with you and his brother. It took you a while and once you dug far enough, Dean got in the grave and opened the coffin up to see the bones there. Sam helped him up and you poured the salt over her bones, the kerosene next. Dean was the one to burn the bones with his matches.

In the morning, you were back on set but this time, there were police there and detectives, a crime scene in place. You gasped when you saw a huge blood stain on a while backdrop with some guts hanging off it.

“So, I just talked with the police,” Sam said, walking back to you and Dean. “Jay, one of the producers, had a run-in with a giant fan. The same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard.”

“What the hell, guys? This doesn’t make any sense.” You said.

“I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O.” Sam said with a shrug.

“No, we already torched her. So, what, are we dealing with another ghost?” Dean asked, looking at you.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team.” Dean said, confused more, now than before.

“Attention everyone! Can I see everyone outside, please?” A man yelled, gathering people who were already making their way outside. You frowned and looked at Sam and Dean before walking outside where the director was, sighing.

“Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make,” McG said, making sure everyone is listening. “In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything and that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on, and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?”

Cheers and applause came from the crowd and you looked around, confused. You were so glad you weren’t in the movie. You didn’t know what would have happened.

“But not today! So, just go home and someone will call you!” McG said, going back to his car.

“Great, so, where are we staying?” You asked Dean.

“Back to the trailer it is.” He said with a grin, walking back to the trailer.

“That could belong to someone!” You said, you and Sam following him.

“No one is in here and it looks like it hasn’t been used since we were in here.” Dean said, taking a look inside. You sighed and walked into the trailer, sitting on the couch.

“Hey, I am going to go see where Billy might have been buried.” Dean said, leaving you and Sam alone. You sat back on the couch and watched as Sam popped in the DVD to watch some more clips from the movie.

“Are you seriously interested in that?” You asked, amused.

“Unless you want me to bug the shit out of you, I think this will keep me entertained until he gets back.” Dean walked back into the trailer a little while later and he looked at you, amused at how bored you looked and at Sam about how engrossed he was in this movie.

“Hey, did you find out where he was buried?” You asked, sitting up.

“He wasn’t. He was cremated.” Dean said, sitting next to you.

“Great, now what?” You asked, looking at Sam who paused the movie.

“No idea. Any more ghost cameos in the dailies?” Dean asked Sam.

“Not in the first six hours. You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie because they think it sucks. Because, I mean, it kind of does.” Sam said with a chuckle. He played it again and Tara’s character started reading the book in Latin.

“You know, maybe we can revisit that idea about them summoning the ghosts. I mean, they are reading in Latin. They probably have no idea what they’re saying.” You said, leaning against Dean who welcomed you in.

“Wait, Y/N, you’re not wrong. Listen to it, that is the real deal. It’s a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?” Sam asked, looking back at you and Dean.

“Come on, I think the writer must still be in the office.” Dean said, getting up. You followed the boys back on set, sneaking inside and to the office where the writer was, just like Dean said. You walked up to the door to see him on the phone, deep in conversation.

The Queens:

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The Dean Beans:

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Series Rewrite Junkies:

@helllonearth @amyisabellal @deanwnchstr @caseykitten6@quixoticcat @supernaturalblogging @notmoose45 @crowleysminion @mina22 @tahbehonest @hadleymcallister2177 @destielsangels @spnhybrid @oreosatmidnight @valerieshubin@seninjakitey @flyonlittlewinchester @aubreystilinski@rocketqueeens @emilygracespellins @earthtokace

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