I wake up in a different place. It is nothing like my bedroom. A bright light ahead blinds me and the coarse sheets under me are not the ones on my bed. I stir and turn away from the light trying rubbing my eyes until I can see again. The stale scent of unwashed clothes hit me as I look around to see where I am.

Sunlight is shining through windows that do not belong to my room. Beside my bed is another one just like it but empty. I hear some movements in from my left and I look towards that direction. I sit up straight away when I see that there are two strange men in the room with me. One is sifting through files and papers while the other is reading something from his laptop. They hear me get up and look at me.

"Dude, she's awake," the guy from the laptop says. He has long-ish hair and looks to be in his early thirties.

"What? Oh," the other responds as they both get up and walk towards me. The other guy wears a short haircut and looks a few years older than the first.

Startled and scared, I slide off the other side of the bed and retreat backwards as fast as I can. They advance until they see my scared expression. They both hold their hands up in a gesture of assurance that they aren't armed.

"Who are you?" I ask them, still backing away because they get taller and taller as they advance.

The laptop guy stopped and raised his hands in a calming gesture. "It's okay, we're not gonna hurt you." Standing up, he is a lot taller than his companion, who is scary tall enough.

"Where am I?" I ask, trying to keep my voice in check. "Who are you people?"

The laptop guy spoke again, "I'm Sam and this is my brother, Dean." When I say nothing, he takes a hesitant step forwards.

"Don't come near me," I plead and Sam stops.

"We're not gonna hurt you," Sam soothes. He takes a look at my resolute face and says, "Okay, we'll stay here if you're comfortable. Tell us your name and where you're from, maybe we can help you."

I glance between the two of them and assess them in my head. I guess they are Americans, judging their accents. Dean is easily six feet tall and I don't want to even think about Sam. They sit on the bed I just vacated. Sam leans forward like I'm an injured wild animal he's trying to help. Dean, on the other hand, just regards me with knit eyebrows.

"Where am I?" I ask again.

"You're in a motel, on the outskirts of Texas," Dean finally says.

"Texas? As in America, Texas?" I cannot believe it. I am not from Texas, I am not even from the US.

"Well," Dean shrugs, "As far as I know, yeah."

"What do you remember?" Sam asks.

I search my confused brain, and answer, "I was sleeping, in my bed… at home." I look at them and they both have an eyebrow shot up.

"How did you get all the way out here?" Dean asks.

I shake my head, feeling tears threaten to fall. "I don't know," I croak. "I was just sleeping at home. This is all a dream, right? I'm just dreaming."

"Where are you from?" Sam asks.

I look him in the eye say, "South East Asia."

Dean pulls a face. "You're very far away from home."

"It must be a dream," I mutter to myself.

"I don't think this is a dream, honey. It's pretty real to me," Dean says. "We found you lying at the side of the road last night, and Sam decided to take you along with us. We were going to send you to the hospital if it wasn't so late and we're so far out of town."

I shake my head. This cannot be, I must be dreaming. Everything seems so real, though. There is nothing dream like here, no romanticized things, no soft pillows, nothing. The smell of the dirty carpets is real enough for me. The only thing unreal about all this is the two strangers that come from a race I'm not even accustomed to seeing.

Dean looks at his watch and says, "We have to leave this place and I guess you're stuck with us until we find out how you travelled halfway around the world without you knowing and how to get you back."

"So you believe me?" I ask hopefully. "You don't think I'm crazy? Can you help get me back?"

"We believe you," Sam says.

"But whether or not we can get you back is a different matter," Dean cuts in. "We'll try our best." He takes a look at the oversized t-shirt and denim shorts I am always guilty of sleeping in before saying, "But first, let's get you some clothes."

I sit in the back of their rather vintage looking car. It's a black Chevrolet, rather squarely built but sleek all the same. It's a very beautiful car.

"Impala 1967," Dean had said proudly. "She's my baby."

Dean studies me through his back view mirror. "How old are you, anyway? You don't look older than 18."

"I'm fifteen," I say. "I turn sixteen next March."

We park in front of a small boutique and we walk in. The place is empty aside from the shopkeeper. I'm grateful that they have central heating because the short walk from the car to the shop gave me goose bumps all over my exposed legs and bare feet.

"Alright," Dean claps his hands, "You're gonna need some t-shirts, some jackets, a pair of boots, and jeans."

I select some plain t-shirts, two plaid shirts, a black hoodie, some socks and a pair of very comfortable yet solid boots. The boots have heels on them but I hardly feel anything and I feel less tiny next to them with the extra couple inches. I pick a pair of skinny black jeans along with two more boot cut blue jeans. Sam passes me two more jackets, one with black leather outside and fur lining inside and another denim jacket.

"It's rather cold this time of year, you'll need to wear at least three layers to keep warm," he explains.

They are decent enough to go away when I chose a few sets of underwear. They pay for my things and Dean gets me a duffel bag to keep all my clothes in. I hide in the back seat to change as Dean drives us to a small diner at the edge of town. We have breakfast then we are on the highway leading to Louisiana.

"So what is it that you guys do?" I ask as I watch the plains roll past.

"Well, we're hunters," Sam says hesitantly. "We hunt… things."

"What sort of things?"

"Supernatural things, like demons, vampires, and all that stuff."

"Do you actually see the supernatural things or is it all just chants and spells?" I ask. I have seen enough shows back home to know some people don't actually see what they're hunting.

"Oh we see them, alright," Dean chuckles. "We are quite up close and personal with these things."

"Okay," I say, I don't want to judge anybody. "So what are you hunting now?"

"There are some mysterious deaths happening in Louisiana and there might be more than meets the eye about the deaths," Sam explains. "So we are going there to check out the scenes and see if we can put a stop to it."

I nod silently and continue staring out the window.