“But it could have been a second run theater,” Dean completed the thought, having had the same inkling himself earlier. How he loved second runs - they were usually cheap and they were a great way to kill time during the day. When he and Sam had been really young, sometimes John had dropped them off at a run down theater, and had basically used it as a babysitter. But this... whatever this was, wasn’t just an average theater. Dean sighed softly; having good things ruined by supernatural forces and regular assholes alike was essentially the story of his life.

But at least these horrible events sometimes led him to an interesting and beautiful girl who needed his help.

“We’ll figure it out, though.” He gave her his most reassuring smile, visible for a moment as the bright final scene in the movie gave way to the dim credits.