That said, the Q&A continues with one last fanboy wondering what happened after Dean went to Hell at the end of the final book in the series, and Chuck takes this opportunity to make an announcement: "You're gonna find out -- thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're gonna start publishing again!" Cheers erupt from the cosplaying idiots, who leap to their feet as one to offer The Prophet a standing ovation. Our Intrepid Heroes are not amused, and they give voice to their displeasure moments later in the hotel's bar. "In case you haven't noticed," Dean seethes, "our plates are kinda full, okay? Finding The [Fucking] Colt, hunting The Devil -- we don't have time for this crap!" "Who gave you the rights to our life story?" Dean howls. "An archangel!" Chuck quite reasonably shouts back, before reminding them, "And I didn't want it!" Our Intrepid Heroes can gallivant about the countryside, perpetrating credit card fraud and entrapping the gullible into pool-sharking scams and whatnot, but The Prophet's gotta eat, too, you know, and to that end, he intends to milk this Supernatural thing for all it's worth, up to and including these awful fan conventions and an additional series of poorly written novels. Chuck would continue in this vein, I'm sure, were it not for the sudden appearance of...a blood-curdling scream, somewhere off-camera! DUN!