Author's Note

I want to start off by saying this is my first completed fanfic. I started it back in August and recently finished it. Originally I was never going to post it. It served more as a type of therapy. Now, however, I've decided to publish it. I will say that I'm new to the publishing side of this site, so the story hasn't been Beta-ed. Due to this I tried to go through a few times and fix any errors, but I may have missed a few. I would appreciate any helpful feedback to improve my story. Currently it sits at roughly 75k words. I will try to update regularly. I hope you enjoy it!

Rating is for language, violence, and eventual mentions of sexual assault (nothing described, just implied and injuries acquired from it)

I don't own the characters from Supernatural

Welcome to My Life

Thinking back, the night that changed my life forever was just like any other night that summer.

I was home for the summer and bored out of my mind. My hometown in Oklahoma only has two places for entertainment, the movie theater that my dad refers to as "The Barn", and the bowling alley.

I'm horrible at bowling and all my friends were busy, so those were out. Basically, I was stuck at home, alone, while my parents were in the Carolinas for their vacation/anniversary.

You might think it was unfair of them to not invite me, but I wasn't even supposed to be home at the time. I ended up quitting my job a month earlier than planned and I didn't want to impose on their trip.

So that's how I ended up camping out in our living room with my dog, Pepper, and binge watching my favorite show, Supernatural on a warm July evening,.

Around 4 AM, I decided to call it a night, snuggled up in my soft brown blanket, and fell into a dreamless sleep. That in itself is weird. I normally have crazy dreams, but considering what happened next, it definitely wasn't the weirdest thing.

Since I was unconscious, I had to get what happened next from the Winchesters.

Apparently, around 7 AM I appeared in their backseat, fast asleep and still wrapped up in my blanket. When Dean caught a glimpse of me in his rearview mirror, he slammed on the brakes and yelled "Son of a bitch!", which startled Sam.

Sam said he thought Dean was having some kind of freak out until he saw me back there too.

They tried to wake me up to figure out who I was and why I was there, but I remained unconscious. They said I didn't even stir or make any noises. The only way they could even tell I was alive was from the steady rise and fall of my chest under the soft blanket.

Now keep in mind, I'm an extremely light sleeper. I wake up at the smallest noise or beam of light. I have to take measures to block these out so that I can get a decent amount of sleep.

Well, Sam decided they should continue to the Bunker and hope I woke up soon. They had done all the tests on me and I hadn't reacted, so they knew I was human.

Dean told me they decided to call me Sleeping Beauty since, like in the fairy tale, I seemed to be in an enchanted sleep. They still call me that sometimes.

Anyhow, when they arrived at the Bunker a few hours later, I was still out. Sam carried me in and they set me up in a room close to their own to make it easier to keep an eye on me.

They told me they took turns watching me, waiting for me to finally wake up. I didn't wake up until early the next morning, according to Dean.

I remember the feeling of waking up after so long. I was still extremely groggy and disoriented, but I could tell immediately that I wasn't on my air mattress in the living room. Not only was the bed firmer, but even after I took my mask off, yes I use a sleep mask, it was still pitch black.

As I became more awake and aware, I began to panic. Honestly, who wouldn't after waking up in a strange place? I thought I had been sedated and kidnapped! It became hard to breathe as I had a mini panic attack.

After I calmed myself down, I focused my senses on my surroundings. I could hear deep breathing from somewhere to my right. It sounded like whatever it was, was asleep.

When my eyes adjusted, I could make out a bit more. I saw I was on a bed, but still wrapped in my own blanket.

I was thankful for that, seeing as I tend to sleep with just a thin cami and a pair of short gym shorts.

Scanning the room, I noticed a shape slouched over in what I determined was a chair. That was where the breathing noise was coming from, so I assumed it was a person.

I debated on getting their attention, but apparently, my movements and the small noises I made when I panicked, woke them up.

They began to stir, grumbling a bit. I scooted to the opposite side of the bed, given that I had no idea what was going on. I curled my knees up to my chin as I sat and stared at them, waiting to see what would happen next.

They looked up and turned their head toward where I was sitting on the bed. They then reached over and turned on the lamp next to them, flooding the room in blinding light.

I squinted and waited for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. When I could finally open them completely, I saw that the shape had the build of a man.

I have poor eye sight and have had to wear glasses since first grade, so I just saw a blur in the shape of a man. He had broad shoulders and hair that seemed too short for the average woman. Of course, it could just be a buff woman with short hair, but I settled on man.

"Oh good, you're finally awake." the man said, sounding pleased.

"W-who are you?" I stuttered in response. I was still in shock from waking up in a strange place and I could swear the man sounded like one of the main characters from my TV show.

"I'm more interested in who you are and how you appeared in my car, fast asleep." he responded, sounding a bit suspicious.

"What?" I whispered, shocked. I honestly thought he was crazy. People don't just appear in cars! That kind of stuff only happens on TV.

Something in my voice must have convinced him I had no idea what was going on, so he explained how I ended up here. I listened with a mix of confusion and apprehension as he spun what I thought was just a tall tale, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"So we're in Kansas?" I questioned once he finished.

He seemed surprised that I didn't question his sanity, but answered, "Yeah, my brother and I have adapted this bunker as our home."

"You never told me who you are." I said, trying to confirm my suspicions.

By this point, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. He seemed unmistakably like a character from Supernatural. I really hoped I was right. Everything he said matched up with the show, but I kept that to myself.

"My name's Dean Winchester." he introduces, confirming my hunch. I'm so happy to be right that I just smile stupidly at him. He gives me a look that says 'and you are?'.

I flushed with embarrassment and told him "Caitlin."

"Well Caitlin, do you have any idea how this might have happened?" he interrogated gently.

"No idea! I was watching my favorite show until late at night when I decided to go to sleep. Next thing I knew, I woke up here." I relayed. He looked at me searchingly, but didn't find any signs that I was lying.

He seemed stumped. "I'm going to get my brother, Sam, maybe he can help. Stay here."

He then got up and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

I stood with my blanket wrapped around me as I inspected the room. The contents consisted of a bed, a chair, a side table with the lamp on it, a chest, and a small closet. I believe the best description would be Spartan.

I was disappointed to find the small closet and chest bare, not even a robe to be found. I really wished I could wear something besides my sleepwear and blanket. I felt very exposed in the thin white fabric of my cami.

Dean finally returned with Sam, he was even taller in person.

"Hey." Sam said to me, "My name's Sam. Dean told me you don't know how you got here."

"Yeah." I replied. "One minute I was falling asleep on my air mattress at home, and the next I'm waking up here." I repeated.

"Not quite, Sleeping Beauty." Dean joked with a smirk. "You were out for nearly 24 hours before you woke up here."

Needless to say, that statement stunned me. "Really? It feels like I was barely asleep, more like a nap." I replied, yawning.

I was already feeling tired and was struggling to keep my eyes open, in spite of the strange circumstances I suddenly found myself in. The brothers noticed I was dropping off. I had returned to reclining on the bed and the exhaustion overcame me, knocking me out.

I woke up again around 10 the same morning to knocking on my door. "Yes?" I said, voice still rough from sleep.

Dean opened the door and said "We were hoping you would be awake. We want to help you get back home, now that you can tell us where you live." he informed me with a smile.

I began to panic internally. Not only would that ruin the surreal experience of being with the characters I've always admired, but I also had no idea what would happen when we got to my house.

I knew from the episode, French Mistake, in season 6 that they were in a different dimension, not to mention the fact that I had no idea when I was. I knew it was no longer the summer of 2016 based solely on the most recent season finale. Sam's hair was also a give away.

Not wanting to discuss any of that, I just replied "Yeah, sure." Then I realized I couldn't go anywhere in the clothes I was wearing. Reluctantly, I ask Dean, "Can I get some clothes first?"

That request seemed to throw Dean.

"What's wrong with what you're wearing?"

I blushed at that. I had no idea how to tell him I was wearing a see through top without embarrassing both of us. This is the type of situation I try to avoid.

Unfortunately, I sat up without thinking and my blanket slipped down to my waist. I guess that was one way to get the message across.

I quickly grabbed it and held it up to my shoulders, but the damage was done. Dean had seen, and from his response, I knew he turned red.

"Oh, umm well I can see if I have anything that might fit." he coughed awkwardly.

After that, he swiftly left the room and I laid there with flaming cheeks.

"Way to go! Embarrassed in front of one of your idols." I muttered quietly to myself.

Dean returned a few minutes later with an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

"These are too small for me, so I figured they would fit you a little better." he explained as he set them on the bed.

I thanked him and he shut the door so I could change. Luckily, I'm tall for a girl so I was close to Dean's height.

The sweats were a good length, but I had to cinch them up quite a bit to keep them from falling off my hips. I'm often called a twig due to my thinness. I still find it hilarious how skinny I am considering I survive mainly on junk food.

The shirt was a bit big, but it would do. I was relieved that it also helped cover the lack of a bra. I held it close and saw it was an old AC/DC shirt. I felt privileged to wear it, as I knew of Dean's love of classic rock. I still have the clothes, he said I could keep them.

I exited the room and followed the voices to what I immediately recognized as the library. I had an inner fan girl moment as I remembered it from the show.

From the first time they had shown it on TV, I had been so jealous. I loved the design and all the books, I'm a big bookworm. I internally cursed that I couldn't see it properly. Instead, I only saw blurs of colors.

Sam noticed me in the doorway and called me over. I walked up to them at the table and took a seat in one of the nice old-fashioned chairs.

My awe must have shown, because Sam chuckled and said "Yeah, I'm still amazed at how cool this place is."

Dean rolled his eyes and said "No geeking out, we have a mission."

At that, he turned to me and asked "So Caitlin, where are you from?"

"Friendship, Oklahoma." I replied. "It's near the southwest corner, close to the Texas border."

"We were in Oklahoma when you appeared." Sam told me. "We were headed back here from Texas."

"Where in Kansas are we?" I asked.

I knew we were near Lebanon, but I had no idea where in the state that was.

"We're in Lebanon, near the Nebraska border." Sam replied. "Friendship is about a 7-hour drive from here. If we leave now, we can get you home in time for dinner." he continues after he looked it up online.

"I'm glad I was home alone. I have no idea what I would've told my parents." I said. Then I remembered that my dog was inside with me.

"Shit! My dog has been stuck inside all this time!" I exclaimed worriedly. "She's going to hate me for that."

"Fortunately, it's only been a little over a day." Sam said. "She should still be fine."

"I guess you're right." I sighed, still feeling somewhat guilty.

"Well let's load up and get you home." Dean said as he got up.

We piled into the Impala and I tried not to show how excited I was, but Dean noticed and said, "She's a beauty, isn't she?"

"Yeah, I've wanted to ride in her for a while."

Dean looked at me weird, and I realized my mistake.

"I mean this type of car, not her specifically." I said quickly, trying to cover it up.

Dean just shrugs and we pull out, heading toward my home.

I must have dozed off, because next thing I knew, Sam was shaking me awake and telling me we were in Friendship.

I looked around and saw we were parked at the church in the middle of the small town. When I say small, I mean it is composed of a church, a fire station/community center, and a few houses. I directed them to my house, which was actually in the country a mile or so from the church.

I asked them to drop me off near the tree row close to my house.

"Why don't you want us to drop you off at your house?" Sam questioned. He was hoping to investigate my house to figure out what happened.

Just then, I heard my younger voice and the jingle of my dog's collar as she ran around the corner of the house and into her pen. I knew someone was feeding her, and I knew that person was me.

Dean saw Pepper and said "Didn't you say your dog was inside?"

"Umm yeah." I replied. I knew they were getting suspicious by the looks they passed between each other.

"You also said you were home alone, but I swear I heard someone." Sam said, turning to look at me.

"I was." I breathed.

I decided to tell them a bit more. I knew they had encountered time travel a few times and would begin asking questions that I was afraid to answer, but knew I had to. At least I could determine where in time I was if I gave them a little more information.

"It was also the middle of summer." I revealed.

They looked shocked at this.

"But it's February!" Dean exclaimed.

"Before I went to sleep, it was early July." I replied calmly.

"So you time traveled." Sam stated, putting the pieces together.

"First our closet and now my Baby! Is nowhere safe from unexpected time travelers?!" Dean bellowed.

I decided to bite the bullet and figure out when I was. "What year is it?" I asked quietly.

"2013" they replied together.

So season 8, I thought to myself after doing the math. I could deal with that. No apocalypse and no leviathans.

"You seem relieved by that." Sam said. He was always very observant.

I tried to come up with something and responded, "I'm just glad it wasn't a huge jump. I'm from 2016."

Sam looked at me and sad, "That's 3 years from now. How old are you?"

"I'm 20."

"That's good. At least no one can accuse us of kidnapping a minor." Dean quipped.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked. "I can't go home. That voice you heard was 17-year-old me. Might freak me out to see future me."

"We'll have to do some research at the Bunker, you should stay with us." Sam said. "We don't know how or why you time traveled, or if there is anyone after you."

"That's probably best." I agreed with a sigh. "I can't be seen by anyone I know anyway, and I don't have any money or even any of my clothes."

"When we get a few towns away we can get you some clothes if you want." Sam suggested kindly.

"That would be great!" I exclaimed gratefully. "Not that I don't appreciate your clothes, Dean. They're really comfy, but I'd like stuff that fit and some shoes."

They looked down and noticed for the first time that I've been barefoot this whole time.

"Yeah, we'll do that." Dean agrees as he starts the Impala back up and turns around, heading back to the Bunker.

"Oh, and I should mention that I need glasses too." I said uncomfortably.

"Wait, you haven't been able to see this whole time?!" Sam exclaimed in disbelief.

"I can see colors and blurred shapes at a distance, but see things fine up close." I responded sheepishly.

"Why didn't you tell us?" he asked in concern.

"I didn't want to bother with it if I was going home anyway, but it looks like it will be a while and I'd like to be able to see." Truthfully, I knew it would probably take a while to get glasses, as most clinics don't have them on hand.

"We can stop by a clinic when we get you some clothes." Dean said sympathetically. I smiled appreciatively and settled in for the drive.

We stopped in a town an hour away and I got a few outfits. I made sure to get layers, since it was winter here. I picked up some basic supplies that I'd need, such as toiletries, while we were there. We also stopped in a clinic and coincidentally, they had glasses and contacts there that were my prescription.

Apparently, someone with the same eyesight had canceled their order too late and told the clinic to keep them. I put the glasses on for the time being. They were the same ones I had in my own time. I had to smile at that little quirk.

We went back to the Bunker, and I could finally see everything perfectly. It was even more amazing in person! I stood there, unmoving, just taking it all in.

"I guess you didn't really get to see it, huh?" Dean chuckled. "Welcome to the Men of Letters Bunker, Caitlin."

"It's amazing!" I breathed in astonishment.

"This will be your home until we can help you get back to your own time." Sam said, coming in behind us.

I'm still surprised they let me stay with them, since they hadn't mentioned anything about being hunters and probably never would unless it was necessary.

Of course, I was hiding the fact that I knew about them and their future, to an extent. Even if it did come out, I'd never tell them anything of the future and try to avoid influencing anything. I knew how that could backfire.

It was late, so we all retired to our rooms to sleep. The next morning, we all went to the library and they researched while I wrote all this down in a journal. Sam had given it to me for this purpose. I think he hopes it will jog my memory and give them some clues about my situation.

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