I woke up to a room that wasn't my own. I distinctly remembered falling asleep in my room. As I looked around, I came to realize that I was in some type of motel or maybe it was a hotel? I wasn't completely sure and even though I wasn't in my bedroom in my apartment, I seemed to be lying in my bed. Complete with everything I had thrown on it before I had lied down to take a nap. I sat up and looked around more closely at my surroundings. I looked first to my left. There was a door along with a kitchenette. Then I looked to my right. On my right there was another bed. In that bed there was a person. I very male person. I jumped then toppled off of the bed. I hit the floor with a thud and smacked my head on the nightstand on my way down. My head started to throb and I wasn't sure if I was quite conscious when I heard a shout then a door being slammed. I was finally able to clear the fogginess from my head and I sat up. I rubbed my forehead where I hit the nightstand and I barely got a chance to look around before I was being wrenched up by my hair. Tears came to my eyes. I stumbled to my feet and I caught a glimpse of the man holding my hair. He looked an awful lot like Dean Winchester? No, no way. Dean Winchester was a fictional character on a TV show. Wasn't he?
The man shoved me on to the bed and fell on top of me cutting off my airway. At that point I started to sob. I thought he was going to rape me or worse, murder me. He had already kidnapped me it seemed.
"Dean! She can't breathe! If she's possessed, we need her conscious to question her." I heard a male voice yell at my attacker. Suddenly I was able to breathe again and I got my right hand free of his grasp. I punched the man in the face and his nose started bleeding profusely. Good, he deserved a broken nose. I was pissed now. What the fuck was going on? The man let go of me and I jumped off the bed. I ran as far as I could before reaching the wall. I turned so my back was facing the wall so that I could keep my eye on them. When I finally did get a good look at them my eyes widened. They really were Sam and Dean Winchester.
I saw Sam throw Dean his sawed off and Dean aimed the gun at me while holding a t shirt against his nose. I flinched at the gun before I was doused with water. I gasped at the cold water in my face. I guess I hadn't seen Sam approaching me. I spluttered and spit and I heard Sam say "Well at least we know she's not a demon."
"Yeah, but she could be any number of other things." Dean scoffed. His shotgun was still aimed at me and it was making me nervous. I was never faced with the threat of being shot before this.
"Dean, lower your gun." Sam said quietly, "She's not going anywhere." He had seen me cowering against the wall and at that moment I decide that he was my favorite. Dean lowered the gun and I sighed in relief. I relaxed, but only very minimally. I was still wary.
"Who are you?" Sam asked me and stood in front of me, blocking my view of Dean. I opened my mouth to answer him, but I was unable to find my voice. Literally I couldn't speak at all. I started freaking out and soon enough I was hyperventilating as I gestured to my throat. Tears came to my eyes again and I saw Sam motion for Dean. Dean came up behind him with a bottle of water and I was again doused with water. I coughed and I was brought out of my fit.
I was still crying when Dean handed me a towel. I wiped my face off and I pushed my wet curls off of my face. Sam led me to the bed I had been sleeping on and gestured for me to sit down on it. I did so and looked up at him. He sat down next to me with his laptop and handed it to me. I was confused until I saw that he had opened up a word processor. He had obviously gotten the memo that I wasn't able to speak.
"Who are you?" He asked again.
"Brielle, but you can call me Elle." I typed then turned it so he could see. He nodded and stuck his hand out for me to shake. I shook it and he said,
"It's nice to meet you Brielle." I nodded and smiled at him showing him my one lone dimple on my right cheek. I turned to Dean and gave him a shy smile.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. That still doesn't explain who you are." He said and sauntered over to us. I glared at him and started typing furiously on Sam's keyboard.
"What do you want to know?" I typed.
"What are you doing here? For starters." He said with an angry edge in his voice.
"I don't know. I woke up here. Why don't you tell me?" I asked him.
"You think that we have something to do with your being here?" Sam asked me calmly. I nodded at him and frowned. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and sighed.
"No wonder you were so freaked out before." He said and looked over at me. I nodded again. "I think she's telling the truth Dean. She doesn't have any idea why she's here and neither do we."
"Fucking whatever Sammy. I don't care, but that doesn't mean I trust her." He said and stormed out the door to the room.
"I'm sorry about Dean. He's not always compassionate when it comes to things he sees as a threat." Sam apologized to me. I touched his hand then cupped his cheek in a gesture that said 'I understand'. He gave me a small smile. "So tell me about yourself. Have you always been mute?" He asked. I shook my head rapidly and started typing again.
"Up until now I've always been able to talk. I'm even a DJ at the club I work at." I told him. His face screwed up into a frown and he stood up. Sam started pacing and I just followed him with my eyes. Sam Winchester was a beautiful man. Even better than Jared Padalecki, he had that more rugged and real look. I bit my lip and thought about all the fantasies I had ever had about him and Dean. I guess now would be a good time to tell him about "Supernatural".
I typed out my whole explanation of the TV show on the laptop and I walked over to Sam. I tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the computer.
"I have something to tell you Sam." I started. "Wherever I'm from, your life is a TV show. Complete with everyone you have ever encountered on your hunting trips, even Dean's trip to hell was shown on there. I know about Ruby, the Angels, the demon blood, Lilith, and pretty much anything else you can think of. It's kind of like the books Chuck writes. Though I'm pretty sure Eric Kripke isn't a profit." Sam looked down at me stunned and just stared for a few minutes. Finally I got tired of it so I slapped him across the face to snap him out of it. He blinked and rubbed his cheek.
"I believe you." He said simply. "What do you know about the Apocalypse?" I stared at him confusedly. In my world, the Apocalypse had already gone down on the show.
"I know everything." I typed after he gave the computer back to me.
"Tell me." He said urgently dragging me to the bed by my hand. I shook my head. I wasn't sure if that was the best idea. I was a firm believer in fate and destiny and I didn't want to mess anything up for Sam and Dean. I didn't want their world to change because of something I told them.
Sam gave me his trademark puppy dog look and started begging.
"Please." He said over and over again. I huffed and still shook my head. I couldn't do that. At least not yet, I didn't want to jeopardize anything for Sam and Dean.
I gave him a sad smile as he stood up and walked out the door, looking more like his brother than he would ever realize.