As promised, here is the grand finale of one of my oldest stories on FanFiction. Those who helped me finish this whole thing through helping with the plot—a great big psych-out thank you! :D

"Now, if anybody can tell me where the body is?"

Dean looked down, obviously hiding something. When Shawn looked everybody in the eye, they all looked down. Even Lassiter.

"What? Where's the body?"

They all looked up, at the top of the pier. Gallons of fake blood fell down on all of them.

Shawn started laughing. "Jesus, we're gonna need a few towels."

"And a hot shower," Dean added.

"For the love of God," Gus exclaimed, "someone tell me this is red food dye and corn syrup! Please, somebody!"

They all walked off as Chris L0L said, "Alright guys, take five!"

"And . . . action!" Fantomfaire said.

Dean and Lassiter started walking down the hallway of the police station, singing, "I'm—too sexy for my jacket. Too sexy for my jacket—such a racket."

Lassey said, "And I'm too sexy for my gun—it's just no fun!"

Dean stepped in front of him, "And I'm too sexy for your party, there's no WAY I'm Disco-dancing!"

Lassiter stepped in front of him, "Cause I'm a model and I know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk!"

He spun around as Dean pushed him out of the way and on the floor, grinning at the camera. He said in a normal voice, "Yes, you're sexy and you know what you mean, and you did your little turn on the catwalk. But I'm the demon hunter here."

"Did I do it right?" Sam asked.

"Not quite," Shawn said, "You sort of have to put some passion into it, man. One more try."

"I don't know guys, it just may not be my thing." He sat back in his chair. "I'm still new at this, and . . ."

"Oh, come on!" Gus exclaimed, "It's easy! You just have to let your emotions go with the flow. One more time?"

He sighed. "Okay, fine. But I won't be good at it."

They all huddled together, and sung, "Su-huh-u-u-u-uck it!"

Shawn and Gus began clapping. "Woo!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Shawn slapped Sam on the back.

He laughed. "I pick up easily. Thanks for pushing me to do that, it felt good."

"That's gonna be a Psychout!" Sweetlittleblue exclaimed.

"Wait, the camera was on?"

For those of you that found the pineapple: thank you, and great eyes! Here's what I promised:

"Well that was a waste of life," Dean said, walking across the parking lot.

"We saved a few lives, killed an evil witch. That's all that matters." Sam reassured him. They got to the Impala.

"Yeah, well," He stopped, pulling out the keys to the trunk. "Hey, you checked us outta the hotel?"

"Yeah. This morning."

"You get all of our stuff?"

"No, I auctioned it all off to get a few bucks. Your toothbrush sold for thirty cents."

He huffed, and opened the trunk. Inside were two pineapples, with red ribbon tied to their tops and a To-and-From card. "What the—?"

Sam frowned, reading one of them, "Thank you for killing the evil witch and saving Gus. I know, you know this is from Shawn, Gus, Juliet, Lassiter, Chief Vick, Henry Spencer, Woody, Dragon Paranormal/Wait. I. Know. YOU, and The Purple Jade. I know, you know, Gus'll send you his dry cleaning when you get paid. Embrace the deception, learn how to bend, your worst inhibition's gonna psych you out in the end!"

"What? Who are those last few people?"

"Embrace the deception? Learn how to bend?" Sam frowned, "I don't know—I think they're making things up now. Where the hell did they get these names from?"

"But who are these—Spencer?!" Dean started going back into the police station. "Embrace what deception?!"

Thus, the end of one of my longest-lasting, one of the first things I posted on FF, and pretty annoying fanfics. Thank you for your support, all of you! :D You've all been awesomely patient through those times when I couldn't even FORCE myself to write, and I couldn't have done it without your inspiring comments!

And, of course, the lovely people of Psych and Supernatural. BTW, none of them belongs to me, and I have no way of making money off of this fanfic. Plus, I'm pretty poor. You'll just get a few movies and an ancient iPod from suing me.

Once again, thank you! And goodbye, until future notice. Peace to the world! :D