After years of working so many cases, they all sort of blended together at some point. Dean forgot about the pizzeria, Sam forgot about the pizzeria, and even after a while Cas forgot about the dead-children-sentient-robot animatronic animals that killed security guards for fun. Or vengeance. Or both.

A few years later, Sam was out at a gas station just picking up supplies on a run when a particular headline and an image of a familiar purple hat caught his eye. IT BURNS! FAZBEAR FRIGHTS BURNS TO THE GROUND!

Stomach churning, he snatched the newspaper off the rack and flipped through the pages, struggling through the inky black print. After the original pizzeria burned down, someone had bought the animatronics and turned the place into a local horror attraction, calling it Fazbear Frights.

Using the animatronics? Sam's mind swam. But they had burned the place to the ground. How the hell? They had burned, hadn't they? He had turned back and watched Freddy himself burn. Was it possible they had remade the same animatronics using spare parts?

Very little was found at the scene. The few items that were salvaged will be sold at public auction.

…at public auction. Sam swallowed, goosebumps creeping up his skin. Which meant the animatronics were still around. He and Dean needed to get to them before- before-

"Hey, you gonna pay for that?" The guy behind the counter asked gruffly.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," Sam quickly walked up to the counter and threw down the newspaper, along with a bunch of junk food.

"Creepy, isn't it?" The guy asked, pointing at the headline. "Sucks, I heard they had a job opening for a night security guard. I was supposed to go in for an interview later this week."

Sam felt his jaw go slack. "Yeah, probably dodged a bullet there," he said as casually as he could. He got out of the store as fast as he could, pulling his phone out of his pocket and pulling it to his ear as he got into the Impala. He revved the engine and waited a few moments as Dean's phone rang, and rang, and rang…Voicemail. Great.

Sam huffed and pulled out of the Gas 'N Gulp. Dean had asked Sam to take his time getting his pie, which probably meant he was watching porn again. Whatever. What Dean did was his business, so long as he wasn't using Sam's computer.

As Sam stopped at the traffic light, he was suddenly hit with a sudden realization. He looked at the assortment of junk food in the seat next to him – he had forgotten the pie. Again. Oh shit, Dean was going to kill him.

Sam shook his head as the light turned green and kept going. Too late to go back now. Besides, Dean would probably understand. They had to find out more about this Fazbear Frights and figure out if it was really an electrical fire. It obviously wasn't, but better to be thorough than reckless.

Sam's mind swam with possibilities, from how the robots could have survived the fire to the possibility of spare parts used as he pulled into the motel parking lot. He took a final glance at the black-and-white image of Freddy's purple hat before he huffed and threw the newspaper in the plastic bag and got out of the car, walking up to their shared motel room.

Of course they didn't burn. Because that would just be too easy, wouldn't it? Since when is it ever that easy? Why can't-

He opened up the door and froze. He looked at the bed. On top of the crisp white sheets was tanned white flesh. On top of tanned white flesh. Tanned…white…naked-

Sam's jaw fell open and a gurgle of "Dean" and "Cas" rose to his chest, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was, "DE-ASSSSSS."

"Shit, Sam!" Dean struggled to sit up, his hand fisted in Cas' hair, desperately trying to push him away from him as Cas awkwardly crawled backwards and fell off the side of the bed, rolling over onto his back, legs spread.

A lump rose in Sam's throat and he stared for an uncomprehending second before his face went red and he shut the door, dropping the food inside. He paused, staring at the cheap paint job across the wooden door before he turned on his heel and walked back towards the car, climbing into the driver's seat. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead into the wheel of the Impala.

Tanned white flesh on-

Christ, he was never going to get that image out of his head, was he? Man, they had been doing that for years, but they always had been so discrete about it.

Suddenly he sat bolt upright, almost hitting his head on the roof of the car. Wait. They hadn't been fucking on Dean's bed. They had been fucking on his bed.

Somehow, he doubted that that was the first time they had fucked on his bed.

Sam sighed and got out of the car, fuming. Eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring, lips pursed shut, he stormed towards the door. "DEANNNNNNNN."

He opened the door to see Dean getting to his feet and covering himself with a sheet. Cas was nowhere to be seen.

"That wasn't what it looked like," Dean said quickly.

"Oh no?" Sam asked sarcastically. "How many times have you two-" he swallowed. "-done it on my bed?"

"Done it?" Dean asked, an innocent smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "I don't know what you're-"

"I know you two've been together for a while now," Sam fumed. "And I've never said anything about it because it's not any of my business, but it becomes my business when you're making a mess on my bed."

Dean rolled his eyes and let out a half-hearted laugh. "What's up? Why are you back so soon?"

"We-" Sam rummaged in the bag next to the door. "-have a case." He held up the newspaper for Dean to read the headline. Dean squinted at it.

"What's that?"

"Remember that pizzeria that tried to turn you into a life-sized Ted?" Sam asked, turning his back as Dean started to get dressed.

"How could I forget?" Dean asked.

"Nightmare's not over," Sam continued. "Someone took the animatronics and turned them into a horror joint."

"Animatronics?" Dean asked. "But we torched the suckers."

"That's what I thought," Sam responded. "Anyway, the place burned down, but it looks like some of them survived. Or at least their parts anyway, they're selling them at public auction."

Dean wiggled into his tee shirt and walked up to Sam, snatching the newspaper out of his hand. "You missed the date on this."

"What?"

"This thing is two weeks old. Public auction came and went. Whatever's left of those things, someone's probably bought them up already."

Sam huffed, running his hand through his hair. "So what do you think?"

"Sounds like we need to look into it," Dean answered good-naturedly as he turned around. "Pack your stuff, let's hit the road."

"Do you want to call Cas in on this?" Sam asked, watching Dean's shoulders stiffen. "I figure you should call him. I mean, he is your boyfriend, right?"

Dean turned around and shot him a look. "That's none of your business."

"No? Maybe your boy-toy then?" Dean's eyes flashed, but Sam continued. "That's still a thing people say, right? Boy-toy?"

"Dude-" Dean said warningly as Castiel walked out of the bathroom.

Sam stopped laughing and straightened up immediately. "Cas," he said quickly. "Sorry, I thought you, uh, poofed."

Cas didn't say anything, only smiled pleasantly as he walked over to Dean and took his hand in his. Dean looked absolutely mortified, burying his face in his free hand.

"I heard we have a case," Cas said at length. "So where are we going?"

"Remember those possessed animatronics?" Sam asked. Cas' face lit up. "We think they might be up to no good again."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Castiel asked as he walked towards the door, pulling Dean along behind him. "Let's get going."

Sam laughed good-naturedly and shook his head, following along behind them. At least Dean didn't realize that he had forgotten the pie again.

MEANWHILE…

"Sir?" A dark-skinned man in a black suit stepped up behind Crowley.

"Any news to report?" Crowley asked casually.

"The Winchesters are on the move again," the demon reported. "They took the bait. The fire caught their attention. They're on their way to-"

"And the angel's with them?" Crowley asked.

The demon faltered. "Uh, he, yes, the angel Castiel is…with them."

A faint smile played on Crowley's lips. "Good. Let me know when they catch up."

A/N: So thanks everyone for reading! This was supposed to be a tie-in to a sequel of sorts that would be based off of FNAF4. I had thought FNAF4 would be something along the lines of some wealthy guy bought the animatronics because he wanted to tinker with them and they ended up terrifying his son as they stalked him at night, but Scott went in a whole different direction with it and made it into a prequel instead, so I just dropped my idea. But, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story and got a good laugh out of it! Cheers!