Chapter One: Wait, what just happened?

Amy shoved herself further into her fluffy blanket as she clicked onto the next episode Netflix had suggested for her. Her tangled hair rolled up the pillow on the couch as her sleepy eyes stared at the bright screen of the TV fifteen feet away. She yawned and watched as Netflix started playing 'The Road So Far' on the last episode of season nine of her favorite TV show 'Supernatural'. She looked back over to the clock on the far right wall to see it was almost midnight. Amy got a determined look on her face as she pushed off the blanket to reveal herself in her normal day clothes as she swung her feet back over the side of the couch. She had seen every episode a billion times anyway so there was nothing she was missing. She stood up quietly and went to her room to get her bag.

The walls were littered with posters of fandoms she was a part of and off to the side were books stacked on bookshelves. It took her what felt like forever to save up for all of these things. Her parents would never buy her anything. She had taken a day job over at a grocery store off to the side of their nearby apartment. She had just gotten fired from it for being late one too many times and she couldn't take it anymore. She was leaving for good. Not that anyone would notice. She pulled out her large book bag from her closet that was decorated so it looked like the TARDIS. She started shoving things inside that she had thought she might need. She had been planning to do this for quite a while and had scribbled down things onto a list. Her favorite T-shirts, her books, money she had put aside just for this purpose, a thick jacket that she tied around her waist, and some other miscellaneous things that she wanted to bring along for the ride (like her replica of the 10th doctors sonic screwdriver and her scarf that looked just like Sherlock's).

Once she had finished packing everything into her bag she left a well-worded note underneath the fake pot of flowers on the dining room table. With a pleased sigh she headed through the family room to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony, she slid it open and whispered for her dog, Redbeard, to come. He did as she commanded and Amy clicked the leash onto his collar and wrapped the blue leash around her hand so he was tight to her side. She then quickly left the building as to not draw suspicion to herself. Not that it was suspicious a seventeen year old girl was sneaking out at midnight. Plus, she was on good terms with the sweet man at the front desk who worked the night shift.

Amy had often come down for a snack from the vending machines in the lobby and after she saw him reading a Hunger Games book, they got to talking. Turns out, he was just as big a nerd as she was. He was the one who helped her pay for her first comic con trip. It wasn't the big one, but the smaller one down in Utah.

"Amy, where are ya' going?" James, the man at the desk, asked while looking up from his book with his thick British accent.

"Oh, I need to get out of here for a while," she half lied with a smile and a tighter grip on her red coated Irish Setter by her side. She took a deep breath and a long look around at the dim fluorescent lights and awful blue and yellow hotel looking carpet before turning around and opening the door. Before stepping all of the way out she turned her head half way around so her long auburn hair would fall in her face to mask her misty eyes as she said shakily, "Goodbye, Lord James."

"Goodbye, Lady Amy," he smiled fondly remembering all of the times that she said she would get out of there one day and knowing that this was it. Amy choked back her second thoughts at the love of his nickname for her and her nickname for him in use for possibly the last time as she closed the door, hearing the ringing of the little bell and began to walk down the street with nothing but the lamps off to the side lighting her way. Redbeard made sure to match her slow pace as he walked beside her, the wise dog noticed that something was off. Amy kept on walking until she knew she was far enough that no one would recognize her. Even if they did, she would just say she was out for a walk. It was half of the truth; she just wouldn't say that it would be a very long walk, The-Hobbit-and-Lord-of-the-Rings-put-together long.

This place that she stopped at was a park that was way down the road nearby the city. She would sometimes go there, as it was popular with everyone. It was more of a public waterpark and an actual park in the summer since it had a water slide and some small geysers right next to the play-set. No one was here at this late of an hour and she had wanted to be far enough away from everyone she knew.

Amy sat down on a bench right next to the gazebo with picnic tables underneath and a small tree beside her. Redbeard jumped up with her and laid his head down her lap with a sigh; they were both tired. Amy watched as the cars drove by since this was a busy street all hours of the day. Their headlights illuminated the black pavement and other cars around them. She slouched down on the bench which produced a whine from Redbeard and she replied with, "oh hush," and he stopped, too tired and lazy and submissive all hours of the day to fight. Within minutes, her dog was asleep and she fondly pet his red and brown coat and scratched behind his ears. The next thing she knew, she was asleep.

After that, she woke up like always, but not in the same place she fell asleep. She was in the back of a car. A car she would recognize anywhere but didn't think it possible. She was in the back seat of a black four door 1967 Chevy impala. Just to check to make sure she wasn't mistaking this for someone else's awesome car, she checked the ash tray for the army man, she found the familiar blocky SW and DW, and the cardboard box in the passenger side with old cassettes.

Man, whoever owns this car must be a big fan, she though fondly, I wonder if they also shoved Legos into the heater. Redbeard and her TARDIS bag were still with her, so she checked to see if everything was still in there. It was, obviously. Amy jumped as the passenger door opened and a man who looked surprisingly like Jared Padalecki stepped inside.

"Umm…" she stated quickly as the man jumped in his seat.

"Who are you?" he asked worriedly. He even sounds like Jared Padalecki!

"Umm…" her eyes grew as a man that looked like Jensen Ackles got in the driver's side.

"Who is this?" he asked the other man once he noticed her.

"Umm…" she stated even louder as she held onto her dog for dear life with a scared look on her face.

"Why does she have a dog?" the Jensen Ackles looking man asked the Jared Padalecki looking man, "Sammy, you know we don't have dogs in my baby!"

"Don't look at me, Dean! It's not like I invited her inside our car," these sentences made Amy even more confused.

"Where am I?" she asked slowly, shifting her eyes back and forth between the two.

"Mesa, Arizona. Now what are you doing in the back of my car?" Jensen Ackles asked angrily.

"Last time I checked, I was in Boise, Idaho. So I really don't know. What day is it?" Amy asked which only made the Jensen Ackles man look even angrier.

"July 26th, 2015," answered the Jared Padalecki looking man once he realized that the other one wasn't going to.

"This is the day after I left. How could we have gotten here in one night?" Amy muttered to herself, looking down at Redbeard. The Irish Setter just cocked his head to one side back at his owner.

"Look lady, I don't know who you are but you need to get out of our backseat," Jared Padalecki told her.

"I don't understand," she told the two men.

To which the Jensen Ackles looking one scoffed and rolled his eyes while muttering, "You and me both."

"No, I was in Boise, Idaho last night and I fell asleep on a park bench with my dog Redbeard after I ran away from home and now all of a sudden I'm sitting in the backseat of a black four door 1967 Chevy impala with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki in Mesa, Arizona. Explain that, and I'll go," Amy shouted almost hysterically.

"Wait," Jared said, "I've heard those names somewhere. It was…" he trailed off as a look of realization came to his face while Jensen was staring back blankly, "oh crap."

"What?" Jensen asked, when Jared kept on staring back at him he mutter the same, "oh crap," as Jared.

"Oh right, Amy muttered. The French Mistake, that's one of my favorite episodes I just didn't realize I would be guest starring in a sequel!" at the last few words Amy started to shout at the two men.

"You actually watched it?" Jensen asked with a quizzical look on his face, "I thought it wasn't that popular?"

"Maybe where you went, sweetie," Amy sassed, "but where I'm from, it's the biggest deal on Tumblr and the geeky side of Pinterest. You guys are working on your eleventh season right now and I kind of want to watch it and not LIVE IT!" The two men exchange what looked like hurt and confused glances at one another, "No offense, but most of the people that wander into your path die, so excuse me if I'm not too eager. I wanted to meet the actors not the Winchesters."

"Well excuse us for living," Jensen, apparently Dean, answered.

"That's the thing though," Amy narrowed her eyes and held tighter onto her sweet dog, "in my universe, you guys aren't living. You're fictitious. Your actors, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, are living and breathing people. So just take me home."

"Well, we don't know you or how to get you home, so…" Dean trailed off, purposely leaving the rest of the sentence open ended for Amy to fill in the blanks.

"My name is Amy, this is my dog Redbeard and I know you guys so chop chop," she clapped her hands on each of the 'chop's as she leaned back on the leather seat of the car. Sam exchanged an annoyed glance with Dean angled towards her. "Really, I've watched the show so many times I think I know you better than you know each other."

"Really? You know us better than we know each other? Were brothers, in case you haven't noticed," Sam sassed her right back to which Amy sat up straighter with a look of 'do you really want to do this?' plastered to her face.

Here's what I'm going to do to prove it," she leaned over her TARDIS bag and pulled out a notepad and a pen, "I'm going to write down a prediction of what I think is going to happen and were going to see if it comes true or not. Fair enough?" she asked while furiously writing down in her small spiral notebook she got on discount when she worked at the grocery store.

Sam and Dean both exchanged glances before they both looked at her and Dean said, "I don't see why not. Let's see what you can do."

"Oh you've got no idea," Amy replied smugly, while closing her notebook and putting it back into her bag.

"Well, we can't just stay here. I'm hungry," Dean said while turning on the impala and putting it into reverse to get out of the parking spot. While they were driving out of the parking lot, Amy noticed that it was a cheap backwater motel and she smiled knowingly while keeping one arm fixed around Redbeard.

They drove to a nearby diner where Sam and Dean both got out, closely followed by Amy and Redbeard. As they approached the door, Amy noticed a 'No Animals Allowed' sign.

"We'll just chill out here," Amy said, making Dean and Sam stop to look at her with questioning looks on their faces. She held up Redbeard's blue leash that was still firmly wrapped around her hand and they nodded before going inside to order.

Amy looked around and found a circular picnic table with an umbrella on top. She sat down there and Redbeard sat beside her. He laid his head down on the table while she scratched the back of his head while looking around at everything and trying to block out the heat. She fanned her shirt and listened to Redbeard's heavy breathing and the sound of cars driving quickly past. Soon after, Sam and Dean came out holding two to-go boxes and one large cup. Before they reached the table they were talking in hushed tones and as soon as they were within earshot they stopped. Amy knew what they were talking about so she got out her notepad with the prediction still inked into it.

"Here," Sam said as he laid down the box in front of her. She opened it to find a waffle stuffed inside and did a silent 'yes' to herself as she took a plastic fork from him. They sat down on the opposite side of the table and opened theirs to start eating. As soon as Sam opened his mouth to say anything she went, "Shush."

Amy slid over the notepad to Dean who was in the middle of taking a bite of his pie. As soon as he was done, his mouth looked like it was glued open.

"What?" Sam asked as he took the notepad and read it out loud, "Judging since we are leaving a motel, we are going to go to a diner where Dean will order pie or a hamburger or something else filled with grease, while Sam will order something non-fatty and way too healthy." He paused to glance down at his health-shake, "When you two are off ordering you will talk about what to do about me and my 'dumb dog' as Dean would put it (way too Scooby-Doo, Dean.)" Sam put the note pad down to look at Amy who was grinning from ear to ear as she was eating her waffle, "How did you know that?"

"Moose, you two have done it enough times on the show for me to know how this goes down," she rolled her eyes.

"Moose? Isn't that what Crowley calls you?" Dean asked Sam while he started eating again.

"That's right, Squirrel. It's also what the whole entirety of Tumblr calls you two. So save your fluffy crap to soften the blow and tell me what you two plan to do with me, huh?"

"Well, we were going to call Cass and see if he could send you back," Sam answered, as Dean still had a mouthful (not that that would stop him from talking).

"Ooh, I love Cass, he's my favorite!" Amy exclaimed with an even bigger smile. They both stared at her slightly offended, "what? Did I bruise your ego or something?" she retorted to which they both did the same calm angry look to each other. Amy rolled her eyes and went to finish her waffle while they tried to figure out why she liked a BA sassy angel warrior more than these two people who have to call for help every time they trip on their own feet.

"Castiel," Dean called out to the sky after looking around to make sure there weren't any people within earshot so he wouldn't look like he was insane, "if you could come on down. We've got an emergency," Amy shot him an angry glance which he immediately ignored, "so if you could come on and get you and your heavenly mojo down here, that'd be great."

We all waited and looked around for a few seconds, waiting for him to appear. After a few moments, there was still nothing. So Amy broke the silence by leaning her elbows onto the table and looking cockily towards the two boys, "Well, what's your plan now hot shots?" Dean rolled his eyes as he took another disgruntled bite of his pie and Sam simply sighed.

"We could take her back to the bunker?" Sam warily suggested to Dean who shrugged.

"Seems like our best option right now," Dean reasoned with a well-placed pointed glare at Amy.

"Umm, look through some of the most powerful books on earth that have been helping the Men of Letters for years? YES PLEASE!" Amy called out excitedly while hugging Redbeard.

"How do you know about the Men of Letters?" Sam asked, curiously leaning forward over his to-go box.

"I've watched all ten seasons of your show, remember?" Amy sassily replied. Sam's head hung low, he went back to eating his food.

"So once were done we can get rolling," Dean told the two others at the table through a large mouthful of pie while straightening the blue plaid button up over his black t-shirt.

"Awesome," Amy whispered to herself, "this is awesome."