Show's Over Folks

Dean said thank you and shook so many hands he got dizzy. And it was the same for all three nights. Lipstick, Bear and Jet gave him a lot of crap. Especially when they saw how much make up he had on. Kirk congratulated him as well, though he had to watch from the wing. After the show he had to help Dylan and Colby clean the men's dressing room before he could go to IHOP. He drove Sam, Lucy and Joey there, and he sat with them once they got there.

Sam ended up sitting by Tim, who was actually talking.

"Wait, a sec, I though Tim didn't talk!" Dean exclaimed. Lucy smiled and shook her head.

"Noobs," She said. Joey probably would have nodded, but he had passed out in Lucy's lap about twenty minutes ago. "Tim talks, when he absolutely has to. And he's got so much energy after a show that he does speak."

"Ah," Dean said, nodding. "Wonder what Isaac's problem is." He said, nodding in his direction. Isaac had been glaring at him but when Dean looked at him he quickly looked away. Lucy shrugged.

"Maybe he's mad that you did such an awesome job." She suggested. Dean blushed, even though he tried really hard not to.

"I wasn't that good." He mumbled. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and Johnny Depp's a bad actor." She said.

"I doubt Johnny Depp would do anything like this." He said. Lucy shrugged.

"Ya never know."

The next three nights went well. The next was watched by critics, which made Dean nervous and he screwed up more, but other than that he did well.

Sunday was strike, which meant after the show they had to put all of the costumes back in the Props closet, the set had to be disassembled and everything on the bio board had to be taken down and distributed amongst the cast and crew.

So after Dean had gotten most of his makeup off and changed out of his costume and given it to Lucy, he grabbed a drill and started to help take the meat grinder apart. He still couldn't believe it was all over. He didn't have rehearsal after school anymore. He could have a life. Hell, he could go on hunts and not give them over to other hunters in the area.

Leslie was back in Hitler mode, yelling and ordering people around and getting pissed off when someone on hair and make up walked through without any shoes on.

"You wanna get stabbed in the foot, fine by me, just don't do it in a place that I'M responsible for!" She bellowed.

"Bridgette, go put shoes on!" Turk barked in passing.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'." She griped, walking into the guy's dressing room from the door in the shop.

"So, what are we gonna do about George?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.

"He didn't do anything while the show was goin'. Maybe he just doesn't like us. We were the only thing new in this place. Maybe we pissed him off or something." He said, letting the plywood facing of the grinder fall with a thud.

"Maybe. I guess if we hear any ghost stories in school we can come check it out." Sam said. Dean nodded.

"Well, maybe…I dunno, maybe it'd be cool if we could, stick around?" He said, not looking at him.

"You mean you want to come back? After all of this Hell?" Sam asked, incredulous.

"Well, it's something to do. And football's over anyway." He mumbled. Sam smirked and looked at Lucy, who was coming out of the Props Closet.

"Are you sure that's it?" He asked. Dean turned, following his eyes. He quickly got back to what he was doing.

"Shut up," He said. He glanced back up at him. "How many other people know?"

"No one else besides me and Joey knows it officially. Everyone else just thinks you guys would make a good couple." Sam said. Dean sighed.

"Wait a second," He said after a moment. "Joey told you?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "He told me because he said I was your brother and I should know. But I knew already, anyway." Dean frowned and looked up at him.

"How?" He asked, defensive. Sam smiled and bent down next to him.

"You've been saying her name in your sleep for about a month." He whispered. He stood, chuckling at how much Dean was blushing and walked away.

Dean slammed the crew gun into the next screw, angry with himself and embarrassed.

"That screw say something about your Mom, Jockstrap?" A familiar voice said. Part of Dean was happy, another was mortified that she showed up at that exact moment.

"As a matter of fact it did." He smirked.

"That explains why your face is so red." She said, bending down next to him. Dean smiled, unable to stop himself.

"Yeah well…it really pissed me off."

She shook her head and stood, ruffling his hair before walking away.

They got done a few hours later.

Dean threw the last two by four onto the shelf and walked out of the Shop, turning the lights off.

The theatre was empty. Everyone was headed out to Jamie's house, considering he lived out in the middle of nowhere and they could be as loud as they wanted. Sam had gone ahead with Suzy and Tim and Dean was going to give Lucy a ride up there. She was at the light box holding Turk's keys, getting ready to turn everything off.

Dean came up behind her, looking left and right to make sure they were alone and wrapped his arms around her waist. She jumped, startled and turned around. She smiled when she saw him and put her hands on his chest.

"Hi." She said, smiling.

"Hi." He said, returning her grin.

"There's nobody here, ya know," She said. "So that means we don't have to worry about jumping ten feet away from each other when someone walks in."

"So we can actually make out?" Dean asked. She smiled and nodded. He leaned in, gently lifting her face.

Lucy felt electricity shoot through her when his lips touched hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to get him impossibly closer to her.

His fingers were curled in her dark locks, kissing her deeply.

"So," Lucy said between kisses. "You gonna…stick around…after this?"

"Yeah." Dean breathed. Lucy smiled against his lips.


A few seconds later the house lights and the stage lights went out and the red lights came up. Dean and Lucy broke apart instantly.

"I thought you said everyone left." Dean said.

"I thought everyone had."

Something grabbed the front of Dean's shirt and threw him onto the stage.

"What the hell?!" Lucy yelled. "Dean are you okay?" She asked. Dean nodded and started to push himself up.

A figure without a face or any features other than a black silhouette appeared in front of him, just as it had three months ago. It kicked Dean in the ribs this time, instead of his face.

"Now, George, we can talk about this!" Dean said, coughing.

"I don't want to do this, Dean. Trust me." The figure said. Lucy's eyes were wide, watching the ghost, her face pale and hands shaking.

"Who's makin' you do this, George?" Dean grunted. He didn't answer. George kicked Dean a few more times before disappearing.

The lights came back up and George disappeared.

"What the hell was that?!" Lucy yelled. Dean tried to talk, but the wind had been thoroughly knocked out of him.

"A ghost." A voice said behind him. He turned his head and his eyes grew.

Isaac stepped out of the black Shop, twisting his class ring.

"Isaac?" Lucy said. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were going to Jamie's." Isaac continued to walk toward her.

"I thought I'd stay back and talk to you after this clown left," He gestured to Dean, who was still wheezing for air. "I wanted to ask you why you've been flirting with him. Why you two were so close that time in rehearsal when you were practicing dancing. And why on Earth you were kissing the day after Joey got hurt. And you were always talking back stage." He said.

"Stalker." Dean grunted. Isaac scowled at him, twisting his ring again.

"I wouldn't make me mad, Dean," He growled dangerously. "You don't know what I can do."

George appeared again, still a silhouette and kicked Dean a few more times.

"Isaac, stop!" Lucy bellowed. Isaac looked at her and George disappeared.

"You just can't see it, can you?" He asked. "You can't see just how much I love you, can you?"

"What?!" Lucy said. "Are you telling me George has been hurting him because you like me?!" She asked, incredulous.

"Of course I do. But you always seemed to be distracted by this piece of shit." He spat.

"Hey…" Dean said, offended. "You're…lucky I can't...friggin' breathe or I'd be kickin'…your ass."

Isaac's attention was on Lucy.

"Why am I not good enough for you? Why does he get to have you and I don't. I've loved you for so long. And you like me too, I know you do," He said, smiling. "So don't lie." Lucy was looking from Dean to Isaac, panicking. Dean looked at her, pointing to his ring and nodding toward Isaac, who was still talking and not paying attention. She gave a small nod.

"So it's okay. I'll still take you back." He said.

"Back?" Lucy said. "Isaac we went out in ninth grade."

"I know, and I haven't been able to forget about you. So I'll take you back." He said.

"You know what, I think you're right, Isaac." She said, walking to him.

"He is?"

"I am?" Lucy smiled.

"Of course you are, silly," She said. "Sorry, Dean, but it's over." Isaac smiled triumphantly. Dean blanched. Lucy took Isaac's hand, toying with the ring on his hand.
"You know, Isaac, I have to say, you have to be the most," She smiled at him, edging the ring off of his hand. "Disgusting, putrid, vile thing I have ever had the displeasure of coming in contact with." She yanked the ring off and dropped it, right before crushing it under her heel without even blinking.

Isaac looked from her face to her shoe. "You bitch!" He yelled, lunging at her. Lucy cried out. Dean tackled him before he even got a chance.

"Don't even think about it, you son of a bitch," He growled. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "I think you've got some explaining to do to our friend George." He said, standing.

Isaac stood, righting his clothes. That was before he looked up at George, who not only had a face now, but an entire body.

He was dressed in work clothes stained with paint and dry wall. His dark hair fell to his shoulders and his goatee had patches of gray.

"You know what, kid?" He said, sounding angry. "I've seen a lot of crazy shit in my years here, but this is ridiculous!" He lunged at him, raising his fist.

"Hey, Georgie boy!" Dean said. George stopped. "Don't kill him. He's just a stupid kid." George looked at Isaac, still holding him by the front of his shirt.

"But…c'mon he made me do some mean shit to you kids," He said, his voice gruff. "Which I am sorry to jack up your guys' make out session. Oh and tying you to the wench pipe. And hurtin' your ears. And scarin' Joey. That kid didn't do nothin', and he's such a good kid too. But this one," He gestured to Isaac again. "This one needs his ass kicked. His Mama shoulda done it years ago."

Dean laughed. "Fine, just one punch." George grinned and clocked Isaac in the jaw, hard.

Isaac fell, holding his face. George smiled and looked around.

"God I love this place," He said. "And hey, make love not war, okay? See ya around." He winked and he was gone.

There was a long moment of silence, save Isaac's groans in pain.

"So, he's still here, right?" Lucy asked. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, he ain't goin' anywhere." He said. He went over to Isaac and knelt down next to him.

"So, you done screwin' around with ghosts?" He asked. Isaac nodded. "You ever gonna come back here?" Isaac shook his head. "You ever gonna go near Lucy again?" Isaac shook his head again. "You know I'll kill you if you do, right?" Isaac nodded. "Good. Now get the hell out of here." Isaac scrambled up and ran out of the theatre.

"Nice work, Jock-, Dean." Lucy said, smiling at him.

"You aren't freaked out about the whole ghosts are real thing, are you?" He asked. "'Cause that's what I kind of, uh, do. I hunt ghosts." She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling.

"I always wanted to date a Ghostbuster." And she kissed him.

Ten years later…

Dean walked out of the movie theatre, still smiling.

"So, what did you think?"

"I think there were some parts they still could've kept in and it wouldn't have been too long." He said.

"I thought it was pretty good. Johnny did really well."

"Yeah, well, so did the chick who played Mrs. Lovett."

"Helena Bonham Carter."

"You would know that." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Forgive me for being informed, Jockstrap," She said. Dean grinned and kissed her. "You know, one of these days you're gonna come back here and I'll be married." She said.

"And until that day comes I get a weekend of great sex and nostalgia," He said, still smiling. She shook her head, laughing. "And I think it's funny Joey got married before you."

"Yeah, well, Eric's a good guy. And after they met opening night I think that deal was sealed." She said, laughing.

"Maybe you should marry me." Dean joked.

"You know you say that every time," She said. "And I still don't think hunting ghosts is for me." Dean shrugged.

"Then, let's go get dinner and then back to your place?" He suggested. She grinned.

"Burgers, beer, great sex and nostalgia," She said, thinking it over. "Sounds great, Jockstrap."

"You're never gonna call me anything else, are ya?" He asked.

"When the world spins backwards I will." She said. Dean smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Give it awhile, the world'll end soon enough. You never know in this business."

"Shut up and kiss me."



--Thank you to everyone that read! Yes, it's FINALLY done! God bless you all and i hope to keep hearing from you in the future! Disclaimer: I own NONE of the script used in this fic. That credit goes to Stephen Sondheim so i hope i dont get sued! :D --