Here it is my wonderful readers. The Epilogue. I will admit that the idea for a sequel has been bouncing around in my head. First though I must finish two other stories that I put on hold for this one. Please though tell me what you think.

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Bryn walked up and down the aisles of the bookstore. This was her favorite pastime. Bookstores were always quiet and calm, and of course she loved looking at all the books. She stopped when she heard two women talking.

"I just can't believe she left it like that."

"I know."

"She should have at least gotten one of them in the end."

"One? Why not both."

Bryn casually walked around the corner. The two women stopped talking and looked at her then smiled. One was wearing a business suit her hair up in a tight bun. The other wore jeans and a casual shirt her hair was in a ponytail but it was slowly coming out.

"Have you read it?" Business suit asked.

Bryn smiled. "I've read a lot."

"This." Ponytail said, holding out a book. On the cover was a young woman the only thing covering her were the two men's hands, which stood on each side of her. "It is…well, it just is."

"I've read it, yes." Bryn answered smiling. "I'm sorry, but I overheard what you two were saying. You don't like the ending?"

"Oh we do." Business suit said. "And we don't."

"I don't know if I could have ever let them leave." Ponytail hugged the book close. "I mean the things they did to her body. I am praying that she will soon do a sequel to this one."

"Well she did do another." Bryn said pulling out another book. "What did you think of this one?"

"Haunted Nights was good." Ponytail shrugged. "But nothing like One Weekend."

"I heard she's coming out with another in a couple months." Bryn said putting the book back.

Business Suit nodded. "Enchanted Christmas, I've got mine preordered."

Ponytail sighed. "But it still won't be anything like One Weekend. Oh well, I better go gather up my kids before they destroy the place. It was very nice talking to both of you. Maybe we'll bump into each other when the next book comes out."

"Look forward to it." Business suit said as she walked in the other direction.

Bryn couldn't help but smile bigger, as she carefully fixed the books on the shelf. She was so glad she had decided not to write under her own name. Besides, Autumn Storm seemed to be better suited to what she wrote. Not that she ever saw herself as a writer. Sure she'd dreamed it when she was younger, but never truly thought it would happen. Even then she never would have imagined writing these kind of books. Running a loving hand over the spins of her books Bryn turned to leave, and almost ran into someone.

"I am so sorry." Bryn gasped. "I guess I was in my own little world."

"No harm done." The man's voice was friendly and he smiled warmly at her. "I was just looking for something to read."

Bryn couldn't stop the laugh from escaping her lips. "I am sorry, again. It's just that you're in the Romance section. I don't see a lot of guys reading Romance."

"Maybe they should." The man looked around. "So what would you recommend?"

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to read what I read."

The man looked up and down the shelves before he picked up One Weekend. "Well I read this, and it was fascinating. Not only a well written novel, but the characters were so, real."

"I've never heard it be called a novel before. But if you like that one, did you read her other book?"

"I have not." The man replaced the book and pulled out Haunted Nights. "I think I have found my next book thank you. I feel as though I should repay the favor."

"No need happy to help." Bryn started to turn and walk away when the man said.

"Have you ever wondered why?"

Turning back to look at the man, Bryn was surprised to see a sad smile on his face. "Why what?"

Reaching back up he again pulled down a copy of One Weekend. "Why they left her. They seemed to care for her a great deal, and she them. Even in the end they said they wanted to stay."

Bryn shrugged. "It's just a story. Fictional characters."

"Ah but every author puts a little bit of themselves into the characters. Not to mention a little part of their own lives." The man's smile never faltered as he returned the book to the shelf. "In fact that book reminds me of a series I read not long ago. Come to think of it I think the main characters were named Sam and Dean in that one too."

Not for the first time Bryn wished she had changed their names. But it always seemed wrong when she tried. "Sam and Dean are very common names."

"True." Letting out a sigh the man faced her again. "Oh well I better buy my book and head home, I've got a lot of work ahead of me."

"Well it was nice talking to you."

Holding out his hand the man smiled bigger. "Chuck."

Taking the offered hand Bryn returned the smile. "Bryn."

She was relieved when Chuck didn't mention that the girl in the book was also named Bryn. He just nodded held her hand a few extra seconds more than needed then let go.

"It was a pure pleasure talking with you Bryn. Perhaps we will bump into each other again."

"Perhaps." Bryn watched the Chuck walk away. He was defiantly strange, but in a nice kind of way. She decided that if she ever saw him again, she would defiantly make it a point to talk to him. Grabbing the book she had come for Bryn headed for the check out. She was a little surprised not to see Chuck anywhere. The line was long with only one person ringing, so it was awhile before Bryn stepped out of the store.

When she reached her car she froze. Something was sitting on the trunk of her car. Looking around she saw no one close. Cautiously she moved closer. When she was a few steps from her car she saw that the item was a book, two in fact.

"What the crazy." Letting her guard down Bryn walked over and looked down at the books. On the front of one, was a drawing of two men, which would look comfortable on the cover of a steamy Romance novel. The second book had the same two men, this time behind bars. Bryn looked around again still seeing know one near. Curious she took the two book and got into her car. The author of both books was named Carver Edlund. The first one was just called Supernatural. Flipping it over, she read the back. "Huh, doesn't sound like my kind of thing." Opening to the middle of the book, two words instantly jumped out at her. Bryn again looked around thinking she would see someone standing close by. Looking back at the book she read.

"The Impala roared to life the headlights blinding the brothers for a moment. 'Dude.' Sam said. 'Who's driving your car?' Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys. The car revved and lunged toward them."

Bryn slammed the book closed. "It can't be. It's just a very strange coincidence." Closing her eyes Bryn took a few deep breaths. "Sam and Dean are common names." Opening her eyes Bryn picked up the other book. When she started to flip through it she found that a small piece of paper with something written on it. Hesitantly she read.

I enjoyed our little chat. I also think you will enjoy these books. You can find more on line or at used book stores. I'm sure they would want you to read them.

Chuck

Even more confused not Bryn's eyes again saw the names Sam and Dean.

Everybody needs to put one of theses on." Dean ordered. "It will keep you from being possessed."

After Nancy put one on, she noticed something. "What about you and Sam?"

Sam and Dean reached up and pulled down their shirts, they each had a tattoo of what looked like a star inside a sun. Nancy looked at the charm she had just put on. It was the same.

"Smart." Hendrickson said smiling. "How long have you had those?"

"Not long enough." Sam answered.

Bryn's hand shook, as she reached up and laid her hand over her left shoulder. "Okay so maybe there's more to this." Laying the books on the seat next to her Bryn started her car. She had to get home, and do some searching on the internet.

If Bryn had looked back just once as she left the parking lot, she would have seen Chuck watching her go, a small smile on his face.