SPN/RPF: P.S. I Hate You
Title: P.S. I Hate You
Author: egoteprovoco
Rating: PG
Characters: Eric Kripke
Challenge: Mail Call!
Summary: Eric Kripke has pissed off one person too many with this season's cliffhanger.
Disclaimer: Not only am I not making any money, I don't even have any.
When the first letter came, it made Eric smile. The show's fans were so creative and devoted. First postcards and salt packets, now this. He threw it on the pile with the rest of the fan mail and made a mental note to show it to the rest of the writers later. They'd get a kick out of it. "Dear Mr. Kripke," it said, "Please give me back my brother. Sincerely, Sam Winchester."
*****
He didn't think of it again until the next letter came.
Dear Mr. Kripke,
It has been over a week now, and I still haven't heard your response. I must insist that you return my brother to me at once. If you continue to refuse, I will be forced to take action.
Sincerely,
Sam Winchester
It made him rather uneasy. He knew that it was probably a joke, but it wasn't entirely impossible that the author was some kind of crazed stalker. He checked the return address. It was for a P.O. box in North Dakota. That should be a safe distance, but he double check"ed all of his locks and his alarm before he went to bed that night.
*****
Exactly one week later, the third letter came.
Kripke,
I'm done with being polite. Give my brother back now or I will come after you. I will not stop until you wish you could go to hell just to escape me.
Sam Winchester
He hired security to watch his house full time. Still, the letter made him think. Maybe the author was just looking for some validation. Maybe if he responded, the fan would be satisfied. He fished the envelope out of the trash and copied down the address. "Dear Mr. Winchester," he wrote, "Since you do not actually exist outside of my imagination, your threats are rather silly. Dean's fate will be decided when the new season begins...you'll just have to wait along with everyone else to find out what it is. Thanks for writing. Sincerely, Eric Kripke."
*****
One week went by without a response. Then another. Eric was just about to let the security detail go when the fourth letter arrived. The post mark had changed. And it was written on stationery from a hotel only a few miles away. His hands shook as he opened it.
Kripke,
I did exist only in your imagination. Fortunately for me, your imagination is a strange and wonderful place, full of dark magic and cursed objects. It provided me with every tool I needed to bring myself here. I am coming for my brother. You should know, better than anyone else, exactly what I'm capable of. Be ready.
Sam Winchester
*****
There were no more letters after that. Instead, Eric felt eyes on him all the time. He began to feel afraid to leave his house...even with a bodyguard. Once, when he stepped out onto his front porch to get the newspaper, he thought he saw a tall figure disappear into the shrubbery. He quickly ducked back inside and locked the door behind him. He wandered nervously into the kitchen and dropped the paper onto the counter. He was about to turn away when he noticed a small bit of metal sticking out the end of the paper. He picked up a spatula and gingerly poked at the paper. It flipped open and Eric saw what had been hidden inside.
It was a rabbit's foot.
He ran out of the kitchen and into his study, grabbed a pen, and started writing. It was time to free Dean.