"Bobby, you die, I will somehow find a way to kick your actor's ass." I mumbled, wiping away a few tears. God this show sucks sometimes. i mean, I've cried when almost every character has died because the stupid producers really know how to sell a sad scene. I watched as Bobby chose to be a ghost and burst out bawling. "No. I refuse to believe that." I said, standing up.

I went forward to turn off the TV, not wanting to watch anything else. Why do people have to be good at their jobs? I mean, first John, then Sam, then Dean, then Gabe, then Jo and Ellen, and finally bobby. As my fingers touched the button, a searing pain shot though my head, I let out a gasp and fell to my knees, clutching my head.

This pain, it was like nothing I have ever felt. It hurt so bad. Imagine getting a migraine, now take that pain, and multiply it by three of four, maybe more. Tears started flowing down my cheeks and I was breathing in deep breaths. As my eyes fluttered open and shut, an electric white light bathed the room.

"Now is not the time to hallucinate." I said. The light wasn't doing anything for the pain, i can tell you that. The light grew adn grew, it reached out until it bathed me. There was this crackling, static charge in the air and all of a sudden everything went black. I went to let out a sigh when everything around me started to fade. "Oh Hell No! I chose heaven you mofos! I never got a choice!" I shouted.

As everything from my room faded, things started to appear. Maybe I was getting my choice. Trees, cars, a shed, the Impala, Wait what!? My eyes swiveled back to the black muscle car. My green eyes were wide in a little joy, some awkwardness, and just a whole lot of fear. Why? This wasn't possible! The Impala belonged to Sam and Dean. Trust me. All the Impalas like theirs were hard to find. It doesn't help that Warner Brother owned most of them for prop cars.

As Bobby's place came more into view, my panic and fright grew. My breathing was becoming faster adn I was so focused on what was infront of me, I barely noticed the pain in my head. You know where I ended up? Right on Bobby's porch.

I was dying inside.

I mean who wouldn't be. Random blue haired girl shows up, claiming she's from a different world/reality? Disaster waiting to happen~! It doesn't help that said blue haired girl is a Wiccan from Detroit and knows possibly everything that should happen in this world. Yeah, they aren't gonna buy that at all.

God bye you stupid world, you unfair, cruel mofo. I will not miss you, although I know everyone of you will miss me. Ha not. But hey, a girl can dream right?

I was so focused on documenting my last will and testament that I didn't notice the front door opening and a panicked whisper travel through the house.

And to Josh, I leave my PS3 and all the games that go to it. To macie, I leave all my play jewelry, fake bitch'll need it. To my cat Alyssa, I leave everything else, all my money, my house, ooh, and hopefully that sexy butler I had planned on hiring. Maybe if I go back, I can just buy him.

Yeah, not so fun times. As I was just finishing up, a soft nudge with a foot pulled me out of my planning. I snapped my Jade green eyes to the foot and followed the leg up, I was face to foot with Dean Winchester. Wonderful, fantastic... I was gonna die.

"Who the hell are you, and how did you get here." He was holding Ruby's demon blade too, wonder when I am. God, stupid ADD. Death, okay, back on topic.

I took a deep breath and then blinked. "Erm, Hi?"

Yup, I'm gonna die.