Puppy Snaps!

[ExtraCookie]

OK, Buddies, Let's be sure to remember to wrap this thing before Season 5 premiers. I doubt we'll have to worry about it going on too long. But I know that once the season premiers, we'll be way too busy jabber-jawing about that to write a silly slasher flick!

[Calena]

It is you who starts the scene! For practical reasons, because I won't be around this evening - going to watch Drag Me To Hell, I see it as reasearch. Plus there's a thunderstorm coming and I might have to switch of the pc soon.

I can contribute ideas, though. We should get a camera sweep of the insanely long queues, so the audience knows Puppy has to deal with this many people.

Hm. gotta go and think on it some more.

[ExtraCookie]

I've never been to a con; let alone the one you guys were at, but I'll use my imagination. I don't know when I'll get to it, though. I'm sick and have a ton of stuff to do besides. So, if you're ready before I am, that's cool!

It's rainy and probably going to storm here too! Weird!

Damn Misha's yogurty picture! That's soooo . . . why does he do these things?! He's so irritating!

[Calena]

You are sick? Get well soon!

I don't know, I need helps input. I was thinking about showing Puppy getting increasingly frustrating with each new fangirl who wants his auto/pic until the worst of them all, Calena, sends him over the brink. But I feel it's really unfair, because Jared (both Js) are so great in reality, and don't show any frustration, even when they imo have every right in the world to do so. I'd understand if they would! So my above idea is a bad one.

[ExtraCookie]

OH, is THAT what you're worried about? Ah, see, characters aren't going to be portrayed here exactly as they are in real life; hence YOU jumping Puppy! That's not what the real Calena would do. The characters will sort of be caricatures of themselves. I don't think anyone is ever gonna make Puppy snap! I don't think any of them would but IF, gun-to-head, I had to pick one for most likely candidate, it'd be Jackles! We're going to be exaggerating and embellishing things here, including how the fans treat them.

I see you're jumpy. If you don't get to it first, I'll write a lil' draft, just as an idea, then you can fill in the details/edit it/whatever. This is all total, complete silliness! Just a slasher flick. Stupidity (and gore) will ensue!

Puppy would be the last to snap, I'm sure! He's sooooo outgoing and friendly! As I've said, he makes me the least nervous of them all, he seems so accessible, down-to-earth and talkative. And silly! And his smile is probably my favorite on the planet! He always looks best, to me, when he smiles. I almost laugh when I see him doing serious poses because, to me, that's just SO not him!

So, no worries about your depiction! You'll do great! There really are no wrong moves here. As long as it reads like a slasher flick and as long as no one is being overtly mean or whatever, it's all good! It's all about cracking each other up while we wait for S 5!

So, hopefully, within the next few days, Calena . . .Puppy will kill you! I'm dying to see you die!

I could already just about write the end scene, though. I've got the bare bones of it. *evil laughter* Twisty twist!

[Calena]

Argh, I don't know why I grew so worried. Of course it's a movie *silly me*
But still our movie characters are based on real persons, so they aren't completely fictional .. hm.

The real Calena wouldn't jump Jared? I'm not so sure. It didn't even cross my mind at the time, but the more I think about it the more appealing it sounds.

[ExtraCookie]

Uh oh, are your companions going to have to police you at the cons from now on?! Grip you tightly when you get in Jared's lines?! Now, Calena, don't even think about it! You behave for our darling puppy!

[Suzieq1978]

Ooooh, this is SOOO fun!!! I so knew I was right when I started to fan you and this thing even before it got it's written form !!!

Okeey, it is sooo Misha's fault... Can I die messy when having sex (not with my boyfriend, I could be some slutty big-boobsy-high-heelsy-brainless-horny-chick) with some hot (also brainless) guy with the door (of course) unlocked??? I thought first I'd like to be the one to almost drive Dean over the edge, but somehow someway the horny things is more to me now . Damn Misha and his yoghurt pic...

But can I??? Please please please please please *begging*???

Oh, and I hope you get well soon, Cookie !

[ExtraCookie]

But of course you can; you don't even have to ask! This is everyone's flick, my dear! Or were you requesting someone else write your requested death scene? If so, yes, consider it done! I don't know who will do it or when it'll happen, but, suzie? YOU ARE GONNA DIIIIIIEEEE! Puppy will snap you in two! *eeeviiil laughter*

[ExtraCookie]

Here it is! Editing/corrections are welcome! (But don't get too nit-picky, this is just for fun; we ain't tryin' to sell this thing, folks!) I don't know how the auto tables are set up or anything else con.-wise! If I've gotten anything too unbearably wrong, tell me and I'll edit!
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He sat there, signing the 1,200th autograph for the day. He was tired. He loved doing these conventions, but the fangirls had been especially rabid lately. Earlier, one had even groped his ass while getting her picture taken with him. Hey, he loved the fans and was happy to interact with them, but that was a little much! He'd been smiling so much his face hurt. It had been a long weekend and he was looking forward to the end of it and the escape of all things Supernatural for a while. He looked across the room at Misha, his freaky costar & friend. Wow, he'd turned out to be a natural at this fan/convention stuff! He had them all eating out his hand! But, hanging on him were his two nutty P.A.s, helps and ExtraCookie (E.C. for short.). E.C. sat to his right, looking adoringly at him, while helps stood to his left, suspiciously peering at every fangirl who approached, making sure she didn't do anything inappropriate. While helps was preoccupied with one fan, another giggling, gushing fan approached Misha. "Hee hee! Can I touch your hair?!" She gushed and, without waiting for Misha's reply, shot her hand out towards his hair. Without batting an eyelash or even turning her head away from her boss, E.C.'s own hand shot out and grabbed the fangirl's hand and squeezed. Hard. Misha grinned, "Um, I think that's gonna be a 'no,' sorry!" The fangirl let her hand go lax and E.C. let go. Fangirl, who was too happy to be so close to Misha to be too disappointed, moved along. "Nice job, E.C.!" Said Helps. E.C. smiled, nodded, & continued staring at Misha, as he signed the next auto. Puppy sighed and grinned. Those two chicks were crazy, but they were sweet and looked out for Misha. They also investigated murder scenes in their spare time. He knew Misha especially appreciated them being there when Mrs. C. couldn't make it. Hm. Maybe he should get a couple of crazy, adoring P.A.'s to follow him around. He'd thought Misha was nuts for doing that at first, but he was starting to see the sense in it. Further down, he saw Jensen scribbling away so furiously he barely had time to look up. Poor guy.

"Ooh, JARED! You are soooo gorgeous! You were GREAT in Friday 13th! It was so scary & unpredictable; just a surprise a minute! You're so HOT! OhmyGOD!" Squealed a fangirl who was suddenly in his face. "Thanks," he said, but was drowned out by more of her adoration before he could say anything else. The next thing he knew, she had his face in both of her hands and was kissing him all over. He was too stunned to struggle free, and then her hands were moving downward. He grabbed them. "OK, hey, thanks," he said, giving her his best grin and directing her hands away. He scribbled on her presented photo as quickly as he could and she was pushed on through by the fan behind her. Between the jet lag, all the convention activity and the increasingly insane fangirls, he had a hell of a headache. As she stepped away & the next photo was shoved in front of him, he suddenly felt downright pissed-off. Who did these people think they were, anyway?! What more did they want from him?! As he scribbled his name on the photo, some deep well of anger at being violated that he hadn't even realized he had was suddenly being plumbed. He suddenly felt his face heat. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" He thought. He took a deep breath and tried to shove this alien feeling back down to where it'd come from. He looked up to deal with his next fan. And that's when he saw her. She was clearly foreign. He could just tell. She was strolling up to him with an odd, dazed expression. She wasn't even looking at his face but, rather, his hair. Her eyes were wide and glazed, her face slack with a happy, dazed grin. She drew closer and, as she did, some sort of alarm went off deep in Puppy's head.
　

Scene 2 - When everyone gets scared

The firts killing scene --- cast: Calena - crazed fangirl; Jared - a famous actor on SPN show; bunch of regular-looking brainless idjits
~ It says everyone gets what they're going for. You can try to hide who you really are, but once everything comes up on the outside.

Jared was getting a bit tired that afternoon. The crowds of hundreds people were coming up to meet him, get his autograph and take some pictures with him. God knows Jared was patient and politely smiled at complete strangers and tried to be nice. He always got little upset when someone touched him, but that wasn't the very worst thing! Jared was getting crazy with people who were constantly staring at his hair. When someone came to him, he tried to make an eye contact, but NO! They didn't care, he tried hardly and smiled at them - those girls cared only about his hair. He tried to talk to them couple of times, but they didn't pay him a lot attention and for the entire time, they drooled over the hair. Jared was offended by that - He sure is all pretty, muscular, pretty-eyed - WTF are they constantly staring at my hair?!! he asked himself. At first he thought something was wrong with hair - Perhaps my co-workers Jensen and/or Misha pulled some kind of prank on me??! He checked out himself during the break, but didn't find anything unusual - one trickle of his hair was little wild-looking, but that was it! O_o Puppy (aka Jared) got very frustrated with more and more girls coming.

It was the late afternoon when one of crazed fangirls came in the room where pics were taken - before she got to Jared, she checked herself at the mirror, prepared her speech and bravely walked right to Jared. HER NAME WAS CALENA!!! She came to him, smiled nicely, looked into HIS EYES and told Hi to Jared. Jared was relieved!! He was gettting desperate about the hair issue, but NOW there was the girl who actually looked into his EYES, was pretty and smiled at him nicely. He was smiling back at her. Calena didn't hesitate a second with next comment. You need to know that she's more then obsessed about hair. You can see her 'hair collection' in her wallet. Those are hair she collected during the years, running her fingers through the hair of her idols. (She'd never admit that, but me as an investigator -has found out later during the story --> helps). Calena told Jared that she loves his hair! *GASPS* He nearly fainted, but then smiled at her and asked desperately - in need of assuring it's ok - if she likes it as it is now. She assured him his hair are lovely. Everything could have been ok, BUT Calena ,instead of leaving the room like well behaved girl, lost her control and jumped on Puppy. Boy was so confused. She sinked her face into his hair, sniffled the essence of Jared's hair, studied the shining color, kept running her fingers through his hair!!! THAT WAS TOO MUCH!!!

Jared jumped up, got rid of her - she fell on the floor. Jared's eyes were full of the anger. Calena noticed, trying to sneak out of the room. Jared - with his giant and awfully long arm (you didn't know that, did you) caught her right when she was getting out of the room - his eyes were filled with blood. Not only his eyes. He grabbed Calena and draged her to another room. People didn't know what's going on, but they eventually moved on and smiled over it.
*GASPS* Jared was shaking, he was furious! Calena was lying on the floor, looking up to giant Puppy. He was even slobbering. He was pissed off. It slapped him off the edge. He looked around for some weapon, but he couldn't see anything useful. He checked himself and realized that once he saw that movie... The Choker movie -- and so he took down his BELT!! Calena was still sitting there on the floor. No, no, no. She didn't ever try to run away. Either she thought he'd catch her&would be even more pissed off or she was too bedazzled /maybe didn't quite realize what's going on. THO, she was watching Jared, taking down his belt. Perhaps she thought he's about to have an affair with her. O_O *GASPS*
Jared was getting down to her, trying to wrap the belt around her neck. In a second they made an eye contact, Calena got scared. This so isn't look, I wanna have a sex with you. She hesitated for awhile - she thought Jared might be a sadomasochist fan. BUT then she very desperately tried to get away from him. It was her instinct - YES, she actually had an instinct, very strong one - that made her run away from Jared. She tried to jump on her legs, but at the moment she was busy with staring at his hair, Puppy did up her laces. Too late! She fell back on the floor. Jared slapped her, laught over the fact how smart he is and finally wrapped the belt around her neck. She was trying hardly to catch the breath ,but it wouldn't come to her. Puppy, while standing above the Calena, forgot to control himself. Out of the blue his jeans fell down on the floor - yes, because the belt was wrapped around Calena's neck - and unfortunately for Puppy, that was Sunday and he never wears underwear on Sunday. O_o Calena was dead, but the last thing she's seen....... She left to the Hell happy. The lucky woman.

Puppy was embarrassed, but he had to hurry up. Every moment could anyone walk in the room and see half-naked Puppy and Calena on the floor. Not a nice picture. He was still insanely mad. He decided for the revenge. He was walking around the room, when he found the scissors. He came back to Calena with evil grin "I'll make you bald and stuff your ass with the hair. All your little holes, you naughty-possesed-evil-crazed-sorrow-sucker!! " said Puppy while havin' devilish laugh.PUPPY SNAPS! Puppy did how he said and cleaned up the room. After this he came back for his stage talks, all calmed-down and smiling ....
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Scene 3

As Puppy walks past Misha’s table, Misha looks up at him and notices something seems off. Puppy’s eyes seem vacant and . . . something else. Also, is that . . . hair on his shirt sleeve? Misha: "Hey, E.C., does Jared look off to you?" E.C. (gazing adoringly at Misha, then quickly glancing at Jared as he passes, then looking right back to Misha): "Hmm? What? ‘off?’ What d’ya mean?" Misha: "I don’t know." (Shakes his head with a little, dismissive laugh as he sees the next auto hound approaching quickly.) "Nothing, I guess." Helps: (looks away from a fan, who seemed to be coming too "threateningly" close) "Did one of you say something?" Misha (with a small smile and nod): "Nah, never mind." E.C. (still staring at Misha): "Huh?" Helps shrugs and turns back to suspiciously eyeing approaching fans; and she has a dreamy smile on her face now.

Later, Jensen and Puppy are getting ready for their talk. Jensen: "So, you ready to face the fans?" He looks at Puppy & sees he’s not even paying attention. He’s staring off into space and, oddly, working a bit of loose hair in his right hand; kneading it and feeling it. Jensen: "Hey. Jared!" (He snaps his fingers in front of Puppy’s face.) Jared (startling to attention & looking at Jensen): "What?" Jensen: "I said are you ready?" Puppy (hollow-voiced): "Yeah. Sure." Jensen (looking concerned): "Dude, you OK?" Puppy (trying to act normal): "Yeah, let’s do this!" Jensen: "All right, here we go!" The panel goes pretty well, although many notice that Puppy isn’t quite his normal, hyper self. Most just pass it off to jet lag. Jensen’s not so sure, but, jet-lagged himself and busy dealing with his talk, he mostly overlooks it.

Later: The panel has ended, and Puppy is heading toward the restroom. Suddenly, a big-boobed chick with cleavage trying to escape her tight shirt, long, white-blond hair, at least two layers of makeup and hot pink, glossy lips springs into his face, blocking his path. Bimbo #1: "OMYGOD! PUPPY! YOU ARE SOOO AWESOME! (she squeals in a pitch so high Puppy fears his eardrum will burst) I LOVE YOU! I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!!! OMYGOOOOOD!!!" She seems to be hyperventilating and there are tears in her eyes. And then, she does it. She reaches out for . . . his hair. She slides her hand through, tugging painfully. Puppy’s right arm shoots out and his hand grips HER hair. His eyes smolder with a terrifying look for a couple of seconds, but the overcome bimbo doesn’t notice. His expression now softens into a come-hither look. Puppy: "Yeah, ya know, you’re lookin’ pretty damned good yourself." Bimbo #1 (eyes popping open wide, jaw dropping open, gasping): "Omygoood!" Puppy: "Yeah, so, I was about to head in there all by myself. But maybe you’d like to . . . uh. . . keep me company?" (He raises his eyebrows and shoots her a killer smile.) Bimbo #1 can only put her hands up to her mouth and slowly nod in agreement. Puppy pushes open the restroom door and watches her walk in. He then looks quickly to each side and walks in behind her. The door swings shut.

By some miracle, there’s no one else inside. Puppy directs her to the last stall on the far end, pushes open the door, and ushers the bimbo inside. Looking dazed and like her wildest dream has now come true, she walks in. Puppy’s eyes lose their come-hither look and smolder with rage as he follows her inside, then closes the door behind them. He grabs her and shoves her, hard, against the stall’s right wall. Bimbo #1: "Ooh! *gasp* Oh, YES, baby! YES!" Jared moves in quickly and starts kissing her, hard, while she rakes her fingers over & over through his hair, and he gets madder and madder; not that Bimbo can tell. At first, Bimbo is thrilled. She makes happy, greedy noises. Then, he’s kissing her too hard. She starts to make painful whimpers and tries to pull away. He easily holds her still. He bites her mouth and blood starts trickling down her chin. She starts to squeal, but he slams his hand over her mouth before anyone can hear. He pulls back and looks at her, a totally deranged, unrecognizable version of his usual, gorgeous grin stretching his mouth. Puppy: "So, like this, do ya? Like my hair, huh?! Do ya?! DO YA LIKE MY HAIR?!" he shouts, as he shoves her right hand so hard against his skull with his left hand that it snaps one of her fingers. She squeals behind his other hand. Puppy: "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, BITCH!" He yells. Terrified & crying now, Bimbo nods quickly.
Puppy (with crazed glee): "Yeaaah. Yeah, ya do, don’t ya?! My hair’s just freakin’ AWESOME, isn’t it?! Y’all guys just LOVE my freakin’ HAIR, DON’T YA?!!!" Bimbo just stands, frozen, crying in earnest now and shaking. Puppy (furiously): "I SAID DON’T YA?!!!!" Bimbo #1: Squeals. Nods furiously. Puppy: "Well, maybe . . . (his eyes glaze over as he seems to look through the bimbo) maybe now I want to touch YOUR hair. Yeah. How do you like it, baby, huh?! Do ya like it?" (he says as he suddenly starts furiously stroking her hair with his left hand. Over and over, he strokes it. Her head bangs into the wall and chunks of her hair start ripping out and catching in his fingers. She squeals as more tears squirt from her eyes.) Puppy: "Yeaah. Nice hair. Sooo pretty. What’s this color called, huh? ‘Bombshell?’ ‘Sun-kissed blond?’ Huh?! I ASKED WHAT IT’S CALLED, BITCH!" (He slowly lowers his hand from her mouth.) Bimbo #1 (shaking, crying, barely able to speak): *Gasp* "’Lightning . . . in . . . a Bottle!’" Puppy: "Ahh. 'Lightning in a Bottle.' (Laughs. Now almost whispering, as his hair stroking slows and gentles) Yeaaah, that’s niiiice." Suddenly, he slams her head into the wall hard. She’s knocked almost senseless. She moans softly and starts to slump to the floor; he catches her. He holds her up and looks down into her dazed eyes. Puppy: "Ya know, everyone’s always wantin’ a piece of me. I think I’d like a piece of YOU. A little souvenir. Yeah." (He reaches up and grabs a handful of her hair and yanks it out, holding his other hand over her mouth as she revives and screams.) Puppy (soothingly; insanely, holding her hair up for her to see, then shoving it his pocket): "Shhhh. Quiet, now. Here, I’ll soothe it. I’ll make it feel allll better." He shoves her, hard, in one swift motion, to the floor and her head into the toilet water. She struggles and screams under the water. Puppy (still "soothingly"): "Theeere, now. Isn’t that better? So cool and soothing? Yeah. Shhhh." She struggles. He holds her under with one hand and starts ripping her hair out by the handful with the other, laughing in a quiet, insane way. She struggles for a little while, then goes limp. He undresses her and starts stuffing hair everywhere. He’s very quiet now and his eyes are scary, glazed and totally insane.
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Scene 4

In the meantime ( while Jared was "playing" with bimbo #1) Misha's time for the autographs was over. E.C. and helps got up and were about to make him a company during the launch break. Just when they were about to leave the Hilton, holding Misha's hands, some employee ran up to them! "Mrs. Cookie, Mrs. helps wait please!" They stopped, looked at Misha, he slightly nodded and then they turned to the employee. "Please, you have to come with me!" employee moaned frantically. "Something horrible happened. I need you to come with me. Someone was slain! I've learnt you're working as an investigators when you're not around Mr. Collins. " E.C. looked at helps, then at Misha. Helps kept caressing Misha's hand and E.C. asked him: "Honey are you okey with us helping them out? " You could say E.C. and helps were praying for Misha to say he needs them around, but ... "Oh sure, no problem. That's your job after all.... I... I.. I'll try to find Jensen&Jared and catch up with them. See ya later girls. " Misha seemed shocked about the news. He gave them kiss on the cheek and left. Girls watched him all bedazzled until he dissapeared behind the corner.

They weren't surprised to find out that someone was killed here. They noticed that some fangrils were bitching about each other, that they were having fights over pretty boys... All in all, Helps told E.C. few days ago that she's surprised they didn't kill each other off yet .... Moreover, it's important to mention that those two were used to see awful things, really bad things. They've been investigators - succesful ones- for a long time now. They solved for example the famous cattle-slaughter-case! That was very discussed and terrifying serie of murders. The murderer was not only killing the victims - bureaucrats- but also the cuttle, because he always put cattle's head on the head of the victim. Not sure, but I think he was trying to draw our attention to something back then, that he had something to tell us.

Helps and Cookie got to their hotel room, change their dress to suits, took their tools and followed the employee to the crime scene. The victim's name was Calena Mop. E.C. and helps came closer to check the body out. The medical examiner was already there. Helps put on the gloves and got on her knees. She noticed with her very very sharp-eyed sight that Calena's mouth is stuffed with something. *GASPS* Helps opened the mouth " Ooh. Doctor what the hell is it? It's wet, sticky, kinda hairy. Did she eat some hairy fruit?" she asked. The doctor laughed "No ma'am! Those are hair. Human hair. " Helps backed off, disgusted by that. "That's not the worst thing. Hair are everywhere! The murderer is sneaky. He might wanted to fill up all holes, so it takes more time to find out about the victim's condition. The hair could also choke her. "

Cookie chose to investigate her usual-weird-but-succesful-way. She got down to the victim's legs and put off her shoes. She sniffled her socks deeply. She kept sniffeling for few mins. The doctor gave both of them weird suspicious look. Cookie looked at the doctor with serious look "She's dead about five hours." Doctor got really scared look on his face. "WTH?! You found out while sniffling her socks?" "Well, the socks are sweaty and smelly, but not sticky or wet yet. She's dead for four or five hours," she nodded. The doctor looked at Cookie and then back at Helps "She's got the best nose ever," helps smiled. Because Helps got the best sight she noticed the callosities on Calena's neck. "Hmm. Look at this guys." Cookie got next to helps: "She seems to like wearing the neckband," Cookie giggled over it. "Idjit, you see this? those are fingerprints. Someone choked her," Helps barked and took her bag. She pulled out camera and running meter. She took couple of pictures of holes filled with hair and then she measured finger prints.

Cookie stood up to see things from the higher perspective. God knows what led Cookie to do this(she never really explains her theories), but in a next minute she jumped on Calena's body and hair flew out of the holes, just into helps and doctor's face. *Gasps* Girls jumped up, looked at each other, both saying: "That's bad. That's massive and hairy." At that moment Misha came along there. Girls turned to him, smiled, flying on the cloud to see him, but in a minute Misha glanced the body, he slumped down on the floor. Girls furiously ran to him and helped him up. Cookie caressing his chest, helps stroking his hair. "Doctor, we're done here. Let us know when you find out more after the necroscopy," helps waved to the doc. This was the weirdest case ever!!!!!!!

Scene 5

Crime scene of Calena Mop’s (LOL!) murder. Misha’s on the floor, starting to come around as his crazy P.A.’s fawn all over him. His eyes flutter open; he shakes his head a little, then, looking a bit miffed, sits up and pushes their hands away. Misha: "OK, All right, I’m OK! Just—let’s get the hell out of here!" He gets to his feet with his P.A.s each taking an arm and helping him, then practically clinging to each side of him. He almost can’t walk out the room without tripping over them. They walk a good distance from the crime scene down the hallway and stop. E.C.: "Misha, what were you even doing in there?! You knew it was a murder scene and you can’t even handle horror movies! You got traumatized by freakin’ Big Bird once upon a time, for Christ’s sake!" Misha (quickly looking around to see if anyone heard that last bit, looking a tad embarrassed): "I wanted to wash my face and was out of Kefir! You know that’s my beauty secret!" E.C.: "Helps, I thought you stocked up his mini-fridge?!" Helps: "I thought you did it?!" E.C.: "No, I was too busy taking his Santa "kilts" to the dry cleaner! I thought you said you would do it!" Helps: "Oh, I thought you’d said you’d already done that! I thought you told me to put chicken stock in the fridge—and I did!" E.C.: "NO, I said I was taking the kilts to be cleaned! Why the hell would Misha want chicken stock in his fridge?! You-" Misha: "Girls, girls! Hey! Never mind, damn! Look, why don’t you two go—have lunch or something, OK? Go on, scoot!" E.C. and helps look at him with stung expressions. E.C.: "Without you?" Misha: "Yeah. I’ve got stuff to do (the P.A.s look even more stung)—private stuff!" Helps: "But . . . what if you need something?" Misha (rolls eyes): "I’m not gonna need anything, OK? Just go on and have lunch or whatever. I’ll meet back up with you later!" Helps and E.C. exchange incredulous glances. E.C.: "Well, what about your lunch?" Misha: "I’m not even hungry right now; I just saw a bald corpse with hair stuffed in all its orifices. I’ll grab something later!" Helps: "Without us?!" Misha: "YES!" Helps & E.C. exchange incredulous, stung glances again. E.C.: "But . . .what if you need something at lunch?" Misha (after a long-suffering sigh): "It’s lunch. I won’t need anything (pauses as the P.A.s continue staring at him with stung glances)—or, if I do, the server will take care of it!" Helps, after a beat: "Well, they don’t know you! They don’t know how you like your lunch! They don’t know what you need!" Misha (throws his head back with a huge sigh, looks down, shakes his head a bit in exasperation, then looks at his P.A.s): "OK, OK. Come on." He stretches each arm out to the side and helps runs to one and E.C. to the other, each grinning happily. He puts an arm around each, shakes his head again, but then can’t help smiling. They’re crazy, but they adore him and, really, are probably the world’s best assistants, once one gets used to being clung to and fawned over. And gazed constantly at. And, you know, maybe inappropriately touched now and then. And they can solve murders. Sometimes. It's been pretty hit or miss since they started working for him; he’s always wondered why.

Meanwhile, Puppy sits in his hotel room on the edge of his bed, alone except for Harley & Sadie, who sit on either side of him at his feet watching him, in the dark, the heavy curtains drawn. His right shirt sleeve is soaked, there’s a small streak of dried blood running from his bottom lip to his chin and there are stray strands of white blond hair caught in the fingers of his left hand. He’s sitting statue still, staring straight ahead at nothing with glazed, crazed eyes. After about 15 seconds, he reaches into his right pocket and pulls out one large clump of white-blond hair, slightly bloodied roots attached at one end, and a smaller brunette clump of hair. He works and kneads them in his hand. Squeezing. Rubbing. Feeling. Rolling. The intensity keeps increasing. His gaze keeps looking more crazed. He’s working the hair so hard his knuckles are white. He presses his lips tightly together. His face flushes with fury. Then, he puts the hair to his mouth and starts nibbling distractedly. Slowly at first, then like a rabbit. He nibbles the tresses less than half way down, and then stuffs the rest back into his pocket. He sits there, staring into space, chewing the hair in his mouth as a small rivulet of saliva trickles from one corner of his mouth. He starts to hum, low, and quiet; almost under his breath, slightly out of tune. The dogs look at each other in confusion (well, OK, Harley looks about normal; Sadie’s confused).

Scene 6

Puppy has been sitting in his bedroom for hours. Nibbling (srsly?! lol) the hair, looking confused and off. He just sat there and stared at the picture of some dromond, living in his own world of fear. It was getting late, but he didn't care about anything. *knock knock* Jared twitched and look at the door, still chewing the hair. Harley ran to the door and barked. Puppy jumped up and started to panic. He totally forgot about the world around him, he was still in t-shirt that was covered by blood of the victim, he had bloody scretches on his arms.... AND he had hair in his mouth!!! He quickly spitted up chewed sticky hair. *knock knock strongly* Puppy started running in circles with awful knot of hair in his hand. He looked around and then.... put the hair into his pants!! *gasps* He snatched away dirty t-shirt and put on well-ironed shirt, stepped to the mirror, ran his fingers through his hair, thought "Damn, you crappy hair!! This is all 'cause of you!" and then he asked loudly "WHO's there??" "That's me and Misha idjit!!" Jared felt relieved and opened the door.

"Aww sorry guys, " Jared smiled at them. "Where the hell have you been dude?!? Me and Misha both had to take extra pictures with fans, 'cause you weren't around!!! That wasn't cool bro." Jensen gave him a disappointed look. "Ooh I really am sorry. I must have fallen asleep, " Puppy blushed. Misha giggled "It looks like you were busy with.... Like you had a company!" Misha looked at Puppy's crotch. Jared gave Misha confused look and looked down at his pants *GASPS* - knot of hair was sticked out of his pants. Jensen and Misha looked at each other and laughed hysterically. "You could tell us you were busy man!" Jensen poked Puppy. "That... That's not funny!! That's not how it looks like!" Puppy barked at them. "I'll be down in a bit, " Puppy said and slammed the door. Jensen and Misha laughed and left him there. Puppy looked angrily at his crotch and pulled the hair out. "****, it just couldn't stay stucked in the pants, it had to come out!" he was furious. "Now they think I'm hairy crazed wacko who played with himself at the hotel room.... crap...!!"

He was about to take doggies and take a walk, but suddenly..... *knock knock knock again* He was pissed off, just nervously came to the door and looked outside. He didn't see anyone when he heard the most annoying voice you can ever imagine. The voice that would annoy the hell out of you, the voice that drives u nuts, the voice like a circular saw or like a flute!!(it's actually the same!). He heard this voice saying "HI JARED!! I love you in the show. You're my most favorite actor, my n.1!! I love you and your performance is so epic and awesome!! I rewatch every episode five times and...... " Everything fused together, he just heard the annoying voice. BUT he didn't see anyone. He looked around and was about to close the door when something caught his shirt. *GASPS* He looked down and THERE SHE WAS!!! She looked like frakin' Red riding hood!!! (sth like this anyway http://www.littleredridinghoodcostum...ing_plusLC.jpg) He hated her from the very first second, she wouldn't shout up, drooled, touched him, and SMILED ALL THE TIME. Althought he was looking angrily at her, she would giggle the entire time. She touched his belly and hair..... He disgustedly pulled off, eyes filled with anger, his heart beated quickly... He really wanted to fight this feeling, wanted to leave, but then... She smiled again and said that she's so happy to have him here, that he came to meet them all and that she loves him!!

Jared shook, looked at her, the sweat loomed on his forehead, his lips united tightly! You'd nearly say he looked upset. BUT she kept smiling and .... she wouldn't shout up and her voice so annoyed him.... He jumped at her and swooped her neck, he started to choke her!! He pulled her into his room and threw her on the bed. He quit choking her, thinking what to do with her... How punish her!! Surprisingly she'd still smile and that dress of her! It drove Puppy insane. She started again "You know, you were so sad and brave when Dean.... " "WOULD YOU SHOUT UP ALREADY??!" Puppy yelled at her. She stopped and looked at him, smiling "Don't be so grupmy Teddy Bear. You seem stressed, but I love you and... " *FLAP* He slapped her with the swatter. "Don't you get it you stupid slut??! I don't care if you love me, you don't know me!! You and your passion for my hair... " "Awww, your hair. Let me tell you... " *FLAP FLAP* "I don't frakin' care what do u think about my hair!! I will give u what you're asking for." She smiled at him. He called Harley and put off her collar and put it on bimbo's neck... He tied her to the table and decided to torture her for awhile.

The worst thing was that she was sooo mouldy!! He couldn't stand to look at her so he put paper bag on her head. *MUHAHAHAHAHA* "You don't smile anymore, do you, " Puppy laughed. "But in all honesty you look way better. What the hell did I do that I get you as a victim. You're the worst possible victim that can one get.... *takes a deep breath* and you just came to me. " "But I love you and if you want I'll wear paper bag all the tim.... " *FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP* "You're not supposed to talk at all when I don't ask anything. Just sit and shout up!" he growled. He was sitting there, having a dinner, she was tied to the table on the collar with paper bag on her head.... When suddenly *knock knock* WTF?! "What the hell is going on today!! I'm not your slavor people, I need some time for myself." he muttered. "Ok girl, now you shout up. I warned, I really really tried hardly. I... I can't be here 24/7 happy, smiling and showing love to total strangers. Youu.. You're super annoying and I'm sorry... " he whisphered to her paper bag. "I'm not a bad guy, but ... you... all of you!! I used to have a life... Actually private life, but now... All of u think I'm yours and you all bitch about my GFs and you bitch about the show.... " *breathing quickly* ... "You gave me no choice, but there's the bigger picture here. I do what I'm forced to do.... I've never thought it would got to me.. but you even ignored me, you praised my hair... But hair!! Hair ain't everything!! I have eyes,too!!! I have a heart!!! I'm not a monster..... But I gotta kill you... Gotta punish you for all your sins. I feel like I'm on a mission now... I.. I .. I have to clean the world, get rid of ones like you. You all are sucking the blood of everyone around..... I'm more like new Messiah... "

At that moment girl realized something isn't alright. THat something is a lil' weird with Jared. "I'm gonna take you and sink you in the toilet now. I know, I know, but I'm out of options. You're not small enough to be stuffed into the oven and because here's not the bath but only shower enclosure, you're gonna die in the mess, smell, wet... in the crapper." How he said, Puppy did so. When he was done, he sat and continued with his dinner.

Scene 7

Several hours later. The red riding hood chick's body was found earlier in a hotel laundry room by a maid. Misha had been doing some convention thing that he had to do alone and hadn't heard about it yet. helps & E.C. had examined the scene, called in the specialists, and are now waiting on the results. . . in Misha's room. helps: "E.C., what the hell is going on around here?" E.C.: "I don't know, but maybe we should get Misha to leave." helps: "Yeah; although, it seems pretty obvious the killer's targeting women." E.C.: "Is it so obvious? You may be right, but, look, the last chick was, for some bizarre reason, dressed up a lot like Little Red Riding Hood. Now, who does Misha kind of look like when he wears his Santa "kilt" outfit, hm?" helps, eyes widening in dawning realization and horror: "Oh my God, E.C.! You've got a point there! I suppose, at this point, we can't be sure if the killer is after women or people who dress a certain way! What were the first two victims wearing again?" E.C.: "Some sort of traditional Austrian garb with dog hair all over it and a 'I love cover bands' pin on the shirt for the first, and jeans & a hot pink tank top for the second. I know, it doesn't make sense and I can't see a pattern. But Misha loves to wear that outfit & parade around in it, hitchhiking, & we probably can't keep him from it; you know how he is when he gets in those moods, so I don't want to take any chances, do you?" helps: "No way! *Sigh* I just hope things don't get out of hand. Also, we've tried to keep a lid on everything, but I wouldn't be surprised if word has leaked out already." E.C.: "Right." E.C. walks to Misha's mini-fridge to double check the Kefir supply. She's satisfied. She closes the door and turns to see helps sniffing one of Misha's shirts. E.C.: "What are you doing?!" helps, drops the shirt like it's on fire and blushes: "Nothing!"

Later, in a large convention room in the hotel. A group of bubble-headed fan girls are standing in a clump, talking and giggling excitedly. They probably have a combined IQ of 100. One of them, Suzie, is clearly foreign and a total slut, with foreign hair even more platinum than Bimbo #1's. It's pulled back in a sleek ponytail, causing maximum exposure of her double Ds, which are barely contained by the the T-shirt that's a size or two too small. It has glitter on it. She has gitter in her super-glossy, ruby lips. She might be a stripper when she's not at Supernatural conventions. She giggles vapidly and puts her hand with red-laquered, long nails to her face (wait . . . is this a slasher flick or a porno? I'm getting confused! But Suzie asked for it!). Suzie: "I know!!! It really should've been me playing the part of Madison! I'd have torn him up for real, listening to some scary metal while we were at it! (she throws her head back like a howling wolf) Owww! *giggle*" Her friends giggle back. Brunette slutty friend: "You're such a freak! Does Chase even know you date him just because he kind of looks like Puppy?" Suzie: "I doubt it! About all he ever thinks of is working out and--you know. As long as he keeps getting what he wants, I really don't think he cares, anyway! *giggle*" Friends giggle. Red-haired slutty friend: "Your'e so bad!" All giggle stupidly some more. Brunette slutty friend, leaning in conspiratorily to her friends and dropping her voice: "Can you guys believe they found that one girl strangled? And then another one, I heard, who got drowned in the men's restroom?! I heard they both had their hair ripped off and stuffed in all their holes!" Asian slutty friend: "I know! Scary, huh? But I'd rather die than leave this convention! I came all this way to meet J2M and I'm damned well gonna do it!" Girls voice their agreement. Asian slutty friend: "Besides, the killer's probably long gone. I mean, why would he hang around the scene of the crime, right?" Girls voice more agreement. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wraps around Suzie from behind and she squeals a little. Chase: "Hey, babe!" Suzie turns around to face a tall, muscly dude with hair about the same color & similarly cut to Puppy's with green eyes. Suzie: "Oh, hey, baby!" Chase: "Why don't you come with me for a little while? I've, uh, got somethin' to show ya; a little private convention." He gives her a pointed, sexy look. Which she actually manages to get. Suzie, turning to her friends: "Uh, girls? I'll look you up later, OK?" The bimbos (bimbi?) look at each other knowingly. Blond slutty friend, thinking she's sounding so clever & cool: "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Suzie, also thinking she sounds clever & cool, to Chase: "Oh, hear that babe? We're free to do absolutely anything at all!" Everyone laughs, Suzie and Chase walk quickly away.

They finally get to an abandoned corridor and Chase pushes Suzie's back into the wall and starts with the kissing and gropy hands. Suzie, finally pushing him away a bit, laughing: "Chase, stop it! Someone might see us here!" Chase: "Oh, what, you're shy all of a sudden?" Laughs, moves in to kiss her some more. Suzie: "Chase, seriously! Not here!" Chase, rolling his eyes: "OK, OK (grabs her hand) come on." He leads her quickly down the hall, looking for privacy. They turn several corners until they find a quiet, empty hall with a huge janitor's closet, the door left open. They stop, look at each other, exchange mischeivous glances, and Chase walks in and pulls Suzie after him. Suzie starts greedily kissing him and neither bothers to close the door. Chase lowers himself to the ground, pulling Suzie with him. They feverishly start yanking their clothes off. Then Chase grabs her *bleep!* and *bleeps* them hard. Suzie runs her hands briskly through Chase's hair, fantasizing it's Puppy's. She moans with desire. Chase does some R-rated stuff. (What?! I don't wanna get banned!) Suzie giggles as her head starts banging into the shelf of supplies, dislodging several rolls of toilet paper & stuff. Chase *bleeps* her *bleep* and they *bleep bleepity* and she *bleep* floor polish all over *something naughty--children could be reading this!* They roll and she slides her hand down to grab *bleep!! Hey now!*

Puppy is skulking down the hallway and their noises grab his attention. He walks to the side of the door, out of site, and peers around for a look. Suzie's working Chase's hair furiously. Chase: "Yeah, like that, don't ya? My hair's as sexy as that damned Puppy's you like so much, isn't it?" Suzie, stops & pulls back a little, smiling, looking surprised: "So, you do know, huh?" Chase, grinning, needing things to continue: "Yeah, I know. Whatever, I'll be your puppy, babe!" Suzie, giggling, moans: "Ohh, Puppy! Ohhh, yes! Ooh, your hair; it's so hot!" Chase's hands are all over her. He grabs *bleep bleep* and then the broom handle *censored* and she *if you could only see this, it'd probably get an NC-17 rating* with a plunger and then *Oh, oh that's just sick!* Puppy snaps. He lunges into the room and grabs Suzie by her ponytail, yanking her head back hard. She squeals as Chase lays there, stupidly stunned. Puppy steps on his collarbone & holds him down. Puppy: "So, it's not enough to be obsessed with my hair now, huh? You're obsessed with hair that looks like mine?! As if his hair is even as good as mine?! Huh, bitch?! HUH?! IS IT? I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Suzie squeals. Puppy: "THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER!" Chase, like a little girl: "Bro, just let us go, OK?" Puppy: "Bro?! I'm not your Bro!" Chase: "Dude, please, man!" Then he spies it. Sitting in the far corner, Puppy sees one of those spiked poles for spearing litter off the ground with. His eyes glaze; go dead. Chase and Suzie's blood runs cold at seeing this; it's worse than the yelling. Suddenly, he kicks Chase in the head. It slams into the floor hard enough to knock him out. Suzie screams. The hallway's abandoned and, beyond it, the noise of the convention drowns any hope of anyone hearing. Dragging her with him a bit, he steps to the corner and grabs the litter pole with his free left hand. Suzie's facing the floor and can't see. He drags her back to where Chase lies, throws her on top of his body, facing him and rams the litter pole through the back of her head. It goes through her skull, out her mouth, through Chase's mouth and out the back of his skull, pinning them both to the floor. Chase, unconcious, drowns in blood almost instantly. Suzie's still alive and gurgling. Smiling crazily, Puppy bends down and starts yanking handfuls of hair from them both. Suzie gurgles/squeals with the first few handfuls, then goes silent and still.

Puppy sits there, ripping out the last of their hair -- RIP--RIP. Hair is all over the floor around them. Without seeming to know what he's doing, he shoves a wad of each victim's hair into his right jeans pocket. Then he absently picks up another platinum lock from the floor, and starts nibbling away, saliva drooling from his mouth, down his chin. He stands up, chewing away and humming the same tune as before, as he starts to stuffin' those holes.

scene 8

The sun in Birmingham was getting up, the birds were singing and beautiful Saturday's morning was about to start. Harley&Sadie were staring at Jared. He was sleepin', probably havin' some kind of nightmares, 'cause he was twitching. Sadie stood up and sniffled Jared's face, patiently waited. Harley jumped on the bed and barked. Puppy woke up, eyes wide open, fearfull what's up. When he realized it was his dogs who woke him up he chilled out and caressed them. I'm sorry, I know it's time for the walk. He jumped up, put on some clothes, took leashes and left the building in back entrance, so no one would see him. It was soon, few mins after 4am. Everything was so quiet and Puppy enjoyed the peace. He ran up to some hill behind the Hilton, so he would clean the mess that was running through his mind. When he was about to coming back to Hilton, he heard some noises that came round the corner. He called his dogs and carefully looked where are those coming from... What he saw.. He would never expected in thousands of years to see... there was Misha, in some little pond that was filled with yogHurt. He was singing and splashing around mischievously. Puppy knew that Misha had some thing for yogHurt, but he didn't know he was actually having baths in it. He was staring at him, all surprised when he heard some purring. He looked around and there he saw HER.

Some brunette chick, hiding in the bush. She was staring at Misha, absolutely off.
Puppy wondered what's going on with those two being up at 4am, but then he realized that Misha really couldn't have the bath during the day, 'cause he'd take away all attendees from the convention as they'd wanna make him company during bathing. Suddenly Harley barked. Jared freezed and looked around. Misha kept singing but the girl. ... damn girl glanced him... He quickly turned round and hurried back to his room. The last thing he needed was some gossip about him watchin' Misha having a bath and stalker girl. Puppy hurried harried. He opened the door of his room, when he saw that brunette at the end of the hall. He jumped into the room and quickly slammed the door. He was breathing hardly, tryin' to analyze what just happened. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Mr. Padalecki! Are you there? Jared? I'm not gonna bother you. I just... I hoped you could give me an autograph. Maybe take a picture with me?? Pleaaase" Puppy looked angrily at the door: "I'm not working now. I've got only few hours be4 all mess at con starts again. Leave me alone please. I'm not allowed to take pics with fans. " But brunette was stubborn: "Please. Don't make me beg you.I love you. I know everything about you. I've been your fan since you've appeared on Gilmore girls. Don't make me camp in front of your door." Jared didn't say anything. He walked around the room, tryin' to process that. Then he slowly came to the door and opened.

"I'm sorry. I haven't slept a lot, " he even tried to smile at her. "So what can I sign for you?" She gave him a seductive look, and licked her lips. She glanced at him. He was wearing sweaty t-shirt and athletic trousers. She smiled and tried to pul off her t-shirt. "I'd like to get it right here," she said touchin' her boobs. Jared angrily looked at her, grabbed her shirt and pulled it back. "I thought you're a fan, not a little slut." She didn't mind that note. She seductively walked closer to him and grabbed his ass. Then she started slowly stroking his chest and even reached his hair. She was like in a heaven. She tried to get up, get closer to hair, but Jared was giant. Even though she wasn't short, she couldn't touch his hair properly, so she tried to climb Jared up. Although Jared tried to get rid of her, she was like a cockroach. She was tightly holding him. She got up on him and tried to kiss him, but he skipped into the room and ran against the wall. She didn't expect that and dropped on the floor. "You slut! I should've known..." Puppy yelled at her. "I've seen you stalkin' Misha. I know the ones like you. You're weird, don't have any RL, just stalk celebs... That's because you all are too stupid to see that me... all of us are ppl like you!" He grabbed her neck "How would you like if some weird stranger stalked you around?! Jumped on you and touch your ass and boobs?!" Puppy was full of the anger and was turning red.

"What's your name your little slutty dog?" Puppy smirked. "I.. I..My name's Nikki." "Hmm, nice name for the sweet naughty thing that you are." he squeezed her neck a lil' more. "It's such a pity, you're gonna die really. Maybe I should just cut your brain out and you'd maybe stop bein' so slutty and stupid. Jumpin' on ppl you don't know." Nikki tried to catch the breath, some tears rolled down her cheek. "Oh no. Little girl is cryin' now. Don't you wanna me call your mommy?!," Puppy laughed evil. Nikki seeked for something that would help her to get out of the gripping. She noticed that there was some big bowl on the desk, so she tried to reach it. "Oh sweetie, don't worry. Your whorish adventurous life is gonna be over soon. " She grabbed the bowl and hit Puppy's head as much as she could. Puppy lost control for awhile and she got up and ran on the other side of the room. Puppy looked at her with evil grin. "Oh ha ha.. What do we have here?! Isn't she one from the fight club. It's more like a cat fight sweetie. You'd have to try a lot harder to knock me down. " He slowly walked at her. Very slowly .So pensive and broody. She fell on the floor. And tried to move on four. she got on the other side of the room,. She waited patiently. Puppy, all concentrated with evil grin was slowly, but surely coming for her. She was sittin' there, living' all this drama through, tryin' to reach a handle of the balcony. *gasp* she reached for the handle,, over and over... tried to get up on the legs. But God knows in those situations... ppl are so paralised. They just have to sit, wait ... make few desperate moves. She was already reaching the handle, nearly opening the door, BUT... Puppy came. She was staring at him in the silent thrill. In the second, he was about to grab her, she tried to crawl away, but it was too little, too late. She was tryin' to kick him, slip away, but nothing would work now. He took her and tied her to the chair in the corner.

"Look at you. brainless, naughty fangirl of yours. i've got enough crap already. you don't get i'm just a man?! and i can't stand gettin' no respect and no privacy anymore. Let's make it quick." He took an ice axe. "You know, this hotel really has a full service. I've got really tasteful wine yesterday. Unfortunately for you, I've got also the ice axe here, " he grinned. "Please. Jared, please. For God's sake. I didn't mean to offend ya. I ... I.. look at your butt.. have you ever look at the mirror? I didn't want to jump on you. I.. I couldn't control it... " "Enough, " he shouted. "Enough of this crap. I don't care! You can't control yourself, you deserve to die bloody! You know, it's not gonna hurt. I've killed the few ones already. They didn't suffer. It's better for everyone to get rid of ones like you. You worthless little sluts." Before she said something he stubbed her with the ice axe, right into the head. -- in the back. He laughed. "Seems like little slut, isn't slutty anymore huh. " He let her bleed out. "Now you can't hear me, but I actually ... actually start to like you now. I'm gonna keep you around. Let's take a bath. " Puppy took her, pulled out of her head an ice axe and washed her. He was smiling, cut her hair off and filled her holes with the hair. Also there was the difference.

As she had really long hair, he didn't all of it used it for fillin' the holes. He started nibbling some hair and he also made a new decoration of his room. He put her hair on the walls with dried flowers. also some put as a towel into the bathroom. He was really happy about the result. When he was done with it, he put her into his bad. "You look better now. So clean. Not so hairy, not slutty. I thought I'd help you. It's more like a mission now. You know, we all have a purpose in our life. Obviously, yours is to be nice decoration in Hilton hotel. How it feels to complete your destiny? Good, ain't it." he smirked.

Puppy was sitting on the bed, talkin' to his new doll, when someone knocked. He looked at the clock and found out that it's already 7am. "Dammit," he muttered. "who's there?" "That's me man. Are u gonna let us stand here or let us in?!" Puppy slowly stood up and opened the door. "Oh hey guys. You're up early. I thought we're starting at 9am today." "We do, but we were about to go get some breakfast together?! Don't you remember?!" Jensen gave Jared suspicious look. "Damn. Sorry. I had to black it out. Come on in." Misha and Jensen entered the room. "Man either your socks are really hardcore-smelly or you've got some rotten meal in your room, " Misha sniffled. Jensen left to the bathroom and when he came back he looked weird "Damn dude, who's your chambermaid? Have you seen your towels? Ugh. That's gross." Puppy fidgeted "I haven't noticed .." Misha walked around the room. "Eh and look at the decoration. " Puppy grinned "Awesome right?!" "That's not what I meant.. eh.. That's nice, but lil' creepy, don't u think" Misha smirked. Jensen and Misha looked at each other. When Misha looked back at Jared, he nearly barked out. "WTH?! What's in your mouth? What are you nibbling man? That looks disgusting." "Oh this. That's ... new kind of tropical fruit. It's really hairy,tho. .but it tastes nearly like apples or something... " Jared smiled nervously and threw it into the garbage.

Jared was getting himself ready for the breakfast when he heard boys "****" Misha looked at Jensen... "Holy ****" Jensen exclaimed. Jared noticed boys standing at his bed. His heart started to beat quickly, he was sweating. "Back off, " he barked at boys. "Don't you even dare to touch her." Misha looked pale and Jensen was about to faint when Jared started to laugh hysterically. Jensen looked at Misha who was slightly smiling at Jared. "You idjits! What do you think you're lookin' at??! I've found her right in front of my door. It's antique doll. I know I know. Those things looks so real. She's rare, 'cause it's life-sized." Jensen laughed and sat on the bed. "Oh you're one creepy slutty doll." Misha was reserved "Oh she looks so real. Srsly. Who could give u such an awful gift. I'm happy I get ponies, yogurt and naughty pics from my fans. This is too much... " Jared gave Misha disappointed look "This is one of the million. There's no other doll like this. She's cute actually... So pure." "Oh and I think I've found out what smells so much in this room, " Jensen sniffled the doll and looked up at Misha. They both were disgusted. "She's my lady now. If you don't like my doll, if you're scared wusses.... C' mon guys.. She looks good.." "Oh man, I get all tingling when you take control like that. When you throw around such a badass phrases" Jensen giggled. "Let's go and get the breakfast, " Misha growled out. He looked at the doll and you could say, something was goin' on in his head. He's got this intense, thoughtful look on his face. He needs to talk with his P.A.s, that's for sure. *gasp*

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Misha's hotel room. Helps and E.C. are in there . . . again. Helps is on the phone. helps: Yes, that's fine, just have it delivered by Friday. What does he do with all that wheat? Well, he . . . you see, he . . . he needs it for . . . look, just see that it gets delivered, OK? Wuss! She hangs up. E.C. is sitting at the table by the window, all sorts of paperwork spread out, a laptop in front of her, looking way Sammyish. She looks up and at helps. E.C.: What does he do with all that wheat, anyway? helps (shrugs): Beats me. But he wants it, so . . . E.C. nods and turns back to her computer. E.C.: "So, helps, who gets to break it to Misha that he's gotta leave the convention early?" helps: Not me! It was your bright idea! E.C.: Exactly, I did that part. I think you should tell him. helps: No way! He has another panel to do today and you know how much he loves all that attention! He'll have a fit! Besides, something seems to already be up with him, anyway. I was in his bathroom earlier and there were, like, 10 dirty towels on the floor. Some of them had a bunch of kefir all over them! And all that kefir you bought yesterday? Gone! E.C.: Weird! What were you doing going through his dirty towels, anyway? helps blushes and looks down. helps: Uh, well, I . . .

E.C.'s cell rings; her ringtone is "Let it Rock." E.C.: Hello? She listens and, after the first several seconds, her face registers shock. E.C.: You're kidding! Two more? In another janitor's closet? Hair ripped out and stuffed in all orifices, just like the others? Oh, God. Yes. I see. We'll be there as soon as we can. She hangs up. Helps has come to stand beside her, looking concerned. helps: What is it? E.C. (shaking her head incredulously): There've been two murders; a woman and a man! Same hair MO as the others! They were found shiskababed together on a litter spear! This guy is still around! helps: That's it. We've got to get everybody out of here. I'm not sure how without causing a panic, but we've got to. E.C. nods. The door knob turns and the P.A.'s turn to look towards it. Misha walks in and stops short when he catches sight of them. Misha: What are you two doing in here? The P.A.s look at each other, looking like kids with their hands caught in the cookie jar. E.C.: Well, we came to get you this morning, you weren't here, so . . . we decided to wait for you. Misha: Yeah, I wasn't here; I was having breakfast with the guys! helps: You didn't tell us that! Misha: Nope! How did you get in, anyway?! helps: We . . . we have a key-- Misha: What?! How? Why? (shakes his head dismissively) Never mind. Anyway, we need to talk--E.C. (interrupting): You're right, we do. Listen, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave. You need to get out of here now. There've been more murders; that maniac is still on the loose around here, apparently. Misha: Oh, God! Well, the thing's over tomorrow. I'm sure I'll be fine 'til then. helps: Did you hear her?! There is a murderer on the loose! We need to evacuate everybody! Misha: Look, these people are insanely avid fans! Also, I'm pretty sure a lot of them are convicts and/or severely emotionally handicapped; I think I even saw some small children! Do you really think you're going to be able to get them all to leave before this thing's over with? Do you realize the kind of rioting that will probably happen if this thing gets cancelled?! Hell, they'd probably end up trampling each other and killing more people than the killer ever could! The P.A.'s consider Misha's words. E.C.: Damn, you're right. What in the hell are we gonna do? Misha: I'm not sure, but running's not the answer. Besides, tonight's my Santa kilt night; I'm not missing that for anything! The P.A.'s look at each other. E.C.: Yeaaah, about that. . . Misha looks worried. E.C.: You can't do that, not now. Not until you're safely away from here. Misha: What?! Why?! helps: Because we have reason to believe the killer may be targeting people who dress in girly, red outfits. Misha: What?! I thought he was killing women! helps: *Sigh* We didn't want to tell you, but a girl dressed up like Red Riding Hood was found murdered yesterday. And they just found two more victims . . . one of them was a man. E.C.: Yeah, and the chick was foreign. . . again!
　
Misha sits heavily on the bed, looking stunned. Misha: Wow. (After a beat) I don't care. I love Santa kilt night; it keeps me grounded. I'd probably go crazy-- (the P.A.s shoot him a pointed look)--OK, crazIER,-- without it. I tell everybody it's the meditation, but you two know the truth. I'm doing it. E.C.: Misha, no! You can skip it this once! Don't be ridiculous! helps: Yeah, Misha, skip it this once, OK? Please?! Misha: No. He gets a determined expression and stands up slowly, leveling his no-nonsense gaze at the P.A.s Misha: I'll be damned if I let some psycho keep me from livng my life. This is what I do; it's who I am. I will be in my Santa kilt tonight, and I will be hitchhiking. Period. The P.A.s look ready to argue further. Misha puts a hand up, palm facing them. Misha: That's it, the subject is closed. Now, I have something to tell you. The P.A.s exchange a worried, defeated look, give up their argument, and turn their attention to Misha.

Misha: I think something's up with Jared. E.C.: He has been awfully quiet lately! I thought maybe he was tired, but it's still weird. helps: Yeah. I even offered him some chocolate chip cookies last night . . . and he didn't want one! They all look stunned. Misha: That's not the half of it. Look, when Jensen and I stopped by to get him this morning, there was some seriously weird sh*t going down in his room! There were these . . .weird decorations hanging on the wall; looked handmade and had . . .hair in them, I'm sure! And Jensen told me later he found hair draped over the towel rack in his bathroom and . . . Misha pauses, struggling to continue. helps: What? What is it? Misha: He had this weird . . . he said it was a life-sized, antique doll. But, I don't know. It didn't really look like a doll to me. I couldn't make myself get a closer look, but it was bald, I know that much, and he freaked out when we noticed it! I mean, what the hell?! And Jensen said he saw him playing with hair yesterday. I don't know, I think maybe these murders are freaking him out or something. E.C.: Maybe you should talk to him, Misha; try to find out what's up. Misha: Yeah. I guess so. I'll try & catch him later. Anyway, don't you ladies have stuff to do? Murders to investigate?! The P.A.s, looking slightly embarrassed, start making moves to gather up their stuff. helps: Right. E.C.: Yeah, of course. Misha heads to the bathroom. After several seconds: Misha (voice carrying through the bathroom door): Who's been messing with my towels? Helps blushes crimson and E.C. snickers as they head out the door.

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Hotel hallway, about 30 mins. later. Misha is walking down it, wearing a troubled expression. He suddenly notices Jensen walking toward him, looking troubled himself. They both stop. They speak to each other simultaneusly: Misha: Jensen, where's Jared? Jensen: Hey, we need to talk! Jensen's room, several minutes later. Misha: So, you're sure Harley's collar is missing? Jensen (looking grave): Yeah. I'm sure; noticed it this morning. Misha: *Sigh* Damn. This morning, after the girls left, I found one of their reports they left behind. I read it. One of the victims was found wearing a dog collar; the description matches Harley's. Jensen: You've got to be kidding me. Jared?! A killer?! *shakes his head* No way. Misha: You said it yourself, he's been acting weird lately. You saw him playing with hair. There was hair all over his room. Harley's collar is missing & matches the description of the one on the victim. And that "doll" . . . Jensen: *shudders* Don't even bring up that doll, man, that thing was creepy. Misha looks at Jensen meaningfully. Misha: I'm not so sure that was a doll. They stare at each other, horrified. Jensen: Oh, no way; sick. He stands up, running his hand through his hair, and walks toward his window. Jensen: This is not happening, man. I just don't believe it. Not Jared. He wouldn't. Misha: I'd never have thought so, either, but, then, how do you explain all this? Jensen: I don't know. I don't know, but I've known him longer; I'm telling you, there has to be another explanation. I'm going to talk to him. Misha: Yeah, we do owe him that much.

About 20 mins. later. Jensen's room. Puppy (looking nervous): So, what's this all about? Jensen (after exchanging a grave look with Misha): We just wanted to talk. (smiling & indicating a bowl full of candy sitting on the table in front of him with his hand ) Have a fantail. So . . . how are you doing? Puppy only glances at the candy then ignores it, causing Jensen and Misha to exchange brief, grave expressions, and looks from Jensen to Misha, looking like he's feeling cornered, then back to Jensen. Puppy: Uh, fine. Why? Jensen (shrugs): I don't know, you seem a little . . . off. Puppy (too sharply): What?! What do you mean? Misha puts a hand on his shoulder. Misha: Hey, it's no big deal, it's just that you haven't seemed yourself the past couple of days. And with what went on in your room this morning . . . Puppy (trying to look nonchalant): What do you mean? Misha: Jared, that wasn't a doll, was it. Puppy looks at Jensen as if for help. Jensen's giving him a look that says "answer the question." Puppy: Yeah, of course it was. I know, it's weird. *laughs uneasily* Fans can be weird sometimes. I was just kidding around about her being my woman and stuff! Jensen and Misha exchange another grave, worried expression. They do this a lot as practice for those intense Dean & Cas gazes. Gazes that are not the least bit gay. They're not GAY, OK?! They're just intense! Dean is all troubled & expected to save the world and his brother's a monster or somethin' and he's, understandably, feelin' a little worried & bitchy about it and Cas is an angel and Dean thinks he should be helping him more than he does and Cas is all struggling with his identity and his homeland has gone crazy & he's lost & needs some guidance & they both need a friend & someone to trust and they respect each other & like each other IN A BROTHERLY/FRIENDLY/FELLOW SOLDIERLY sort of way and it's the apocalypse, so things couldn't possibly BE any more serious & intense, so, yeah, there are gonna be some intense gazes exchanged all around! What?! Where am I? Oh, sorry 'bout that *blushes* I got a lil' carried away. Jensen: OK, then. I want to see it; I didn't get a very good look. Misha (blanches): Yeah, me either. Show us. Puppy: Uh, I can't. I already got rid of it. Jensen and Misha--another look--yeah. Jensen: Got rid of it?! Puppy: Yeah, I mean, how would I get that thing back home? Besides, what do I need with something like that? I threw it out. Jensen: I don't believe you. Show us. Misha's looking at Jared as if to say, "Yeah, show us."

Jared's room, about 5 minutes later. Jensen's hand is on the bedspread. He suddenly whips it back. There's nothing there that shouldn't be. Just clean sheets. Puppy: See? I told you. Misha & Jensen exchange a look again; why ever waste an opportunity to practice one's craft? Misha: And these weird decorations? I guess fans made these too? Puppy (after a long pause): Yyyeah. Jensen. Misha. Look. Jensen: OK, man. Whatever. Look, We need to get ready. We'll see ya later, OK? Puppy: Sure. Misha and Jensen leave. Puppy stands there for several seconds, staring at the door after it has closed. His eyes glaze over. He walks over to his bed and lifts a pillow. He lifts out a lock of long, brunette hair. He slowly pushes it into his mouth, chewing. He walks into his bathroom and sits on the floor, under the towel rack. He snuggles his face into the hair hanging over it over and over, chewing. And humming. . .the same tune as before.

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Saturday's night at Birmingham hotel Hilton. Party is on. Actors are getting some rest after the long day, attendees while deadly tired show off some pathetic attemps of dancing, everyone is tired .... everyone, but Smiley *gasp* The time was running quickly and everyone was preparing themselves for the night. The party was going greatly, but people were tired after the long day. No one really expected actors to show up at the party and attendees were sitting there, listening to Jason Manns performance. One bunch was especially wild and brawling. They were sitting there, laughing out loud, drinking Purple nurples and insulting each other. Despite being noisy, they seemed to be tired as well as others, but one of them was obviously full of energy. Not only that, she was sheer hyperactive. Her friends watched her jumping around, goffering her hips in the rhythm of music, wildly skipping around the parquet. She's got everyone's attention as she was dressed like Luci himself. She was wearing seductive red shirt, strapped jeans and if this wasn't enough for you, she caught everyone's attention with red flashing horns right on the top of her head. Who knows where she took that much of energy -- might be that this girl was known for her coffee addiction - she's used to drinking gallons of coffee per hour!, or it might be her Irish origin. Anyway, Smiley girl was frisky, dancing, wild, seductive, hyperactive (slightly scary as well -- especially for lil' kids).

Sometime in the middle of night she found out she's missing her bag. She was little nervous and told her friends that she has to go and look for it, and maybe she will stop at the hotel restaurant and get more coffee. Her friends nodded and told her they will look for it around the parquet while she's gone. Smiley left the room and tried to get through crowds of ppl who were walkin' around to the hotel restaurant. "I will get my coffee and then look for the bag, " she said to herself. At the restaurant, she was so so about to order the coffee, but then *gasps* she learnt that coffee is served in tiny cup and it really wasn't enough. She started to argue with waiter if she couldn't get coffee into some pot or at least pint, but waiter told her it's not possible. Smiley was getting desperate, but maybe it was seductive t-shirt or flashing horns that made waiter to change his attitude and help her out : "Ma'am, we do NOT really serve coffee in pots, feed-tanks, pints or anything like that... *waiter took a deep breath*, but if you find our cups too tiny, you could always go on the second floor where's the machine for making instant coffee." Smiley gave him a weird look, stampped on, which made waiter twitch and left the restaurant.

Smiley put on the bi*ch face and slowly but surely was making her way through crowds back to the hall. When she got on the stairs, she could finally take a deep breath and put on the chatty i'm-your-friend-face. After awhile she got on the second floor and was relieved. There was no one there and she could in peace get her coffee. She found some change in her pocket and stepped closer to the machine. The Hilton is wonderful hotel and so was the machine for the coffee. For Smiley it was the redemption, there were so many kinds and flavors of coffee. They had even her favorite one - "mandarin coffee with essence of butterfly". Smiley dropped in change and pushed the mandarin coffee button, but nothing happened. She tried to get back her money and hit the cafeteria. "Come on, don't be stubborn, I know it's quite late and everyone deserves some rest, but please could you make me damn coffee?!" (I know, I know who talks like that with machine, but ... smiley) She hit the cafeteria again. "Don't make me beg you, I need my coffee, " smiley moaned out loud and hit the machine again. Out of the sudden the door of the room no. 2 238 907 890 opened *GASPS* Puppy popped out of the door and looked around when he spotted Smiley. She noticed him as well: "Oh Lordy! I must have woken you up! I'm so sorry sweetie! I just wanted to get the coffee from this damn machine," she said and kicked the machine. *click click* Victory!! The cafeteria started to make the mandarin coffee for smiley. Puppy looked seriously grumpy, tired and hawt! He was trying to fall asleep for a long time and when he finally did some chick woke him up and had stupid comments about being sorry, called him sweetie and it all just for coffee. He slowly prowled closer to Smiley and in the moment of smiley's dazzlement with coffee, Puppy swooped her up and flinged her down on the floor. She was surprised that he flinged her down and he was surprised that she was smiling at him. Puppy scowled down, grabbed Smiley's leg and haled her through the hallway to his room. Just in the last minute she managed to take the coffee from the cafeteria & while being pulled away, she yelled at Puppy: "Hey dear boy! Slow down there in the fore! I'm trying to keep this coffee in the cup!!" Puppy didn't listen to her. He was heading right to the hotel room and mumbling his fave weirdo song. If he only knew that there was someone watching in the dark of the hallway. She was drunk, young foreigner from Czech Republic -- yeah, those chicks are everywhere. Teri (which was her name) was standing there, watching how's her friend Smiley leaving with Jared. Back then, she thought that Smiley is gonna just chat with Puppy and that nothing bad could happen, but if she only knew, how wrong she was. She was drunk a lot. *Gasps*

When Puppy got Smiley into the room he was furious. Smiley, on the other side, all calmed down and even bold enough to scold him:"Damn you hon! You just couldn't let me drink that coffee before you took me down. Everything is do-able! If you only told me, I'd go with you into your room and helped you out, but no ... You're like any other men. First do what's on your mind and then think!" Puppy was walking in circles around the room, wearing his bunny pyjamas, his teeth chattered. "Lordy, you're nervous. Looks like you've never been with woman, " smiley joked around. He gave her hateful look. "Oh don't be such a grumpy, I like you honey! I so enjoyed your stage talk. Misha is funny, but he's got some problem with Irish people and riding the bikes over the ocean. You, on the other side was sweet all day all around, " she tried to comfort him. " It didn't help. Puppy didn't even hear her. He was getting crazy. He hated when fans talked to him like he was their BFF, he hated how they claimed that they love him, when they didn't even know him. "Do you wanna take a taste of my coffee?? It's my favorite flavor. It's called a mandarin coffee with essence of butterfly. It's such a pity, they don't have a pine-apple coffee with essence of meadow. I like that one,too, I'd take ---" *bounce* "Enough!!!" Puppy shouted at her. "I don't care about your crappy coffee even if it was with essence of camel's tail!!" Puppy grabbed the knife. *gasps* Smiley smiled.

"Relax critter! I know that you're stressed, tired and perhaps sad. I think I should leave you here and let you get some sleep, " Smiley said and was about to stand up when Puppy knocked her down on the bed. *in scary deep voice* "You're not going anywhere bi*ch. It's not about me. It's about ones like you. I'm doing all I can, working my ass off, doing those conventions, but it's never enough for you! You always want me to do more, you always discuss my private life, bitch about my private life. .. and now you all feel like you can jump on me, touch my hair. All because you never realize I'm just a man! You could survive. You don't seem like one of those bimbos, but you woke me up .... You felt like you can be noisy and all partying next to my room.... With your slutty horns on your head." Puppy talked quickly. "The world needs to get rid of ones like you!!!" he said and with quick move, he cut Smiley's throat!!! He was sitting there, watching how she's bleeding out, slowly loosing the strength in her arms, she stopped fighting and he smirked :"Another one is gone. I can succeed here. My mission is going well." He took Smiley and dropped her on the floor. Puppy made usual mumbo jumbo with hair, stuffed her holes and wrapped her up into the carpet. He decided to take her away from his room ASAP as he'd prevent another embarrassing conversation about dolls in his bed. He forced upward the carpet with Smiley, put it over his shoulder and left the room. He was walking through the hallway, when he noticed *gasps* Smiley was loosing drops of blood on the floor. Puppy growled out: "Harley, Saddie! Come here!" Harley and Sadie obediently ran to him. "Follow and lick!!!" Puppy gave them an order. He turned back and went on, followed by his loyal dogs who were licking the blood. Yes! *gasps* That's for a reason, why dogs are called the best friends of man!!!