They walked out the front of the hall, the two fans walking up ahead. One of them turned back. "Hey, Bobby, Rufus, Jo, hurry it up, would you?"

Dean pursed his lips.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked.

'I'm trying to be," He said grumpily.

The men at the front (Rose thought they were called Damien and Ben, or something like that) started reciting lines, and Dean looked like he was going to punch something. "Alright, that's it. That is it."

She though it was Damian that turned around. "What's wrong, Bobby?"

Dean looked ready to murder someone. "I'm not Bobby, ok? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?"

Banks – or whatever his name was – turned, confused. "Uh, because we're fans, like you?"

"No. I am not a fan, ok. Not fans." The two men looked confused, but Dean continued. "In fact, I think that the Dean 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?"

"Uh, I don't think they'll care, because they're fictional characters."

"Oh, they care," He said, storming ahead. "Believe me, they care a lot."

Damian stared after them, before turning to Sam and Rose, confusion in their gazes.

"Uh, he's really passionate about them," Rose said, smiling slightly before going after Dean.

…

They got to the graveyard, and started shining their flashlights on the graves.

"I found the four boys," Dean said, shining his flashlight on the grave.

"I found Leticia Gore," Rose said. She turned to Damian and Barnes, who were shining their flashlights into the bushes.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Looking for bones, genius," Damian said, before turning back to the bushes. "They gotta be around here somewhere."

"Well," Dean said, dumping his duffel bag on the ground. "Generally, bones are in the ground."

Sam dropped his bag, and Rose followed suit, and they rummaged around inside.

"I get that, I just…"

They pulled shovels out of the bag and his eyes widened.

"Wait hold on, are you guys serious?" He said, his voice rising an octave.

"Deadly," Dean said.

"We're not actually digging up graves, guys," Barnes said nervously. "We're just playing a game."

"Trust us," Dean said. "D'you wanna win the game or not?"

Barnes bit his lip, but didn't say anything more.

…

Dean finished digging the grave, and broke open the coffin, revealing a skeleton. The two men's eyes widened. "That's not a plastic skeleton," Damian said. "That's a… skeleton skeleton."

"Yep," Rose said.

"You just dug up a real grave," Barnes said.

"Yeah," Dean said, from where he sat in the grave.

"You guys are nuts." A note of hysteria was in Damian's voice.

Sam grinned slightly. "I thought you guys wanted to be hunters."

"Hunters aren't real, man!" Damian cried, his eyes wide. "This isn't real!" They turned and started to walk away.

"My god, you guys have seriously lost your grip on this," Barnes said, turning back to look at them before freezing, looking at something over Sam's shoulder.

Sam frowned. "What?" He turned to where they were looking, and was met with a semi-transparent woman in blue clothing.

"Naughty, Naughty!" She exclaimed, and backhanded Sam away. They screamed, and turned to run. Rose sighed and helped to pull Dean from the grave. One of the tripped, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Barnes!" The other one called, turning back to his friend. He pulled him up, and they turned to run.

They didn't get very far, before the ghost appeared in front of them, scowling and screeching, "Naughty, naughty!"

They screamed, clutching each other. The ghost plunged a spectral hand in each of their chests, drawing a long scream from each of them.

Dean turned to look, where he was pouring salt on the bones. He swore, pulling out kerosene and splashing it over the bones, before dropping his lighter on top. The ghost burst into flames, screaming all the while.

The two men stood stock-still, shaken. "Real enough for you?" Dean asked, sighing in both relief an annoyance.

They turned to Dean and Rose, horrified.

…

They were just packing up to go, after reassuring the two men that they were okay, when the doors and windows locked.

"Shit," Rose swore, scuffing the floor with the toe of her shoe. "It isn't over, is it?"

Dean went to answer, when they were interrupted with a scream. They turned and ran towards the noise, and the actress from before ran out of a room, a terrified look on her face.

"Whoa, you alright?" Dean asked, as she fell into his arms.

"Don't go in there," She said, her eyes wide.

"Go downstairs," Dean said, righting her so she was on her feet. "Go!"

The three of them walked into the library, and immediately saw the young boy ghost, his head glistening where he had been scalped.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked in a hurt tone. "Why'd you send my Mommy away?"

"Your mummy hurt you," Rose said, crouching down in front of the ghost. "We sent her away so she wouldn't hurt anyone else."

The boy looked confused. "My Mommy didn't do this to me," He said, pressing his hands to his head wound.

Rose frowned. "What?"

"Then who did?" Sam asked, as confused as Rose.

The boy didn't answer, and instead disappeared.

…

Sam went to warn Chuck, and they ushered everyone inside the auditorium, including the very confused managers.

After they closed the doors, spreading salt lines over the exits, Dean turned to her and Sam. "Okay," He said, sighing. "New theory. The legends about Leticia are ass-backwards, obviously."

Sam nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. So, all right, say the three orphans are playing Cowboys and Indians-"

"LARPing Cowboys and Indians," Dean interrupted.

Sam nodded distractedly. "Whatever. And let's say they scalped Leticia's son and killed him."

Rose caught on. "Leticia sees them do it, goes postal, then attacks the boys."

Sam grinned, but it turned into a grimace. "If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building."

Dean swore. "And Leticia was the only one keeping them under control."

Sam groaned. "Smooth move on our part."

"Yeah, well, we gotta get back to the cemetery, torch the kid's bones." Dean said. Rose could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

"How?" Sam asked, defeated. "We're trapped, and we don't even have our guns! The ghosts are running this joint, and they're only scared of one thing."

Dean's eyes lit up, as an idea formed. "Exactly."

…

They set the actress who had been posing as Leticia before up to distract the children whilst they forced the door open, and when Dean led her away, the two men from before came up, Demanding to help. Sam reluctantly agreed, and the four of them were now forcing the door. Rose could feel it slowly giving, the Ghosts releasing their power.

A crack wide enough to let people out opened, and Damian and Barnes slipped through. As soon as they got through, the door slammed shut, locking them in again.

"I'll go," She said, waving the arm with her Vortex Manipulator on it, already inputting coordinates in. "You go help Dean." She punched the button, and disappeared.

She re-appeared in front of Damian and Barnes, and they screamed. "What are you? Demon? Are they real too?" Barnes said, glaring at her.

"No," She said, rolling her eyes and picking up a shovel from her discarded duffel. "I mean, Demons are real, but I'm not one."

"But you- you just appeared out of thin air!" Damian said.

She held up the arm with her vortex manipulator on it. "Vortex Manipulator," She said. "My teleport. I'm here to help, not do all the work." She threw a shovel at them. "Start digging!"

…

It took about twenty minutes for her to finish her grave, and she moved on to Leticia's son. She reckoned he would disappear when the boys did, but she couldn't take chances. Eventually there was a pile of bones in one grave, and after pouring salt and Kerosene on top, she waited for the man to light his lighter, before he dropped that on, and everything went up in flames.

…

They left with more information than when they came, and the name of the Demon who has the colt. Rose smiled at Dean when he said so, before sighing.

"Hey," Dean said, still grinning. "You want to go, go. We ain't stopping you."

She huffed out a quiet thankyou, before inputting the coordinates into her vortex manipulator, and disappearing.

She landed in Stormcage. It was about a day after she had left last time, and she was outside the same cell. She flew inside, as there was no need to hide the fact that she was an angel here.

River looked up, her sandy blonde hair floating around her face. "Hello," She said. "I'm sorry for scaring you off before."

"I'm sorry for running," Rose replied, before sitting on the other end of the bed. "I… I didn't realise you… I'm sorry," She decided on.

"Why?" River said. "When I die, I want to know he's happy, and moved on, but I'd still be shocked when I saw it."

Rose buried her head in her hands. "I feel like such a witch. I'm sorry."

River giggled. "Don't worry. I feel like such a witch sometimes too. I'm pretty sure everyone does, at least some point in their lives."

Rose smiled faintly. "Right, let's start this again." She sighed, then smiled broadly, brilliantly. "Hi, my name is…" She paused. "Well, my real name is… not mine to claim, yet, but call me Rose. Rose Tyler."

River smiled as well. "Nice to meet you, Rose. I'm River Song."

Rose shook her hand.

…

About an hour later, after giggling about complete nonsense and time travel, Rose's smile fell.

"What's he like?" She asked, her voice small and scared. "The Doctor. Your Doctor."

River smiled sadly. "Which Doctor were you with?"

"Ten," She said, her voice wobbling. "And Nine."

River grinned. "Lucky you," She said. "Two doctors." Her smile grew sad, again. "My Doctor, He's the eleventh. All floppy-haired and childlike, almost. He's… sad, really sad, but only when he thinks no-one is looking." Rose closed her eyes. Oh, Doctor. "He lost friends, this Doctor, but he doesn't know that yet. He has an obsession with fezzes, of all things. And he loves Fish Fingers and Custard."

Rose wrinkled her nose. "Fish Fingers and Custard? Really?"

River nodded, smiling. "He wears a ridiculous bow-tie, but it suits him." She looked at Rose, raising an eyebrow. "What's your Doctor like?"

"Ninth or Tenth?" Rose asked, smiling softly.

"Ninth," River decided. "I'll meet tenth, eventually, and I want it to be a surprise."

Rose smiled, until she remembered where she met the tenth Doctor. "Well," She said, considering. "The Ninth doctor is a terrible driver. He once took me back a year late, rather than a week." She grinned. "My mum slapped him, when she first saw him."

River giggled. "Oh, my god, really?"

That was how they spent the night, talking, about Doctors and adventures, about Charles Dickens with ghosts, and robots with Nazis, about memories, good and bad.

They parted ways as friends.

You all know what's coming next.