Disclaimer: I own nothing.

This fic is definitely going to reference everything up through the end of season eight. They've only aired up through 8.18 as of when I am starting this, but I figure I won't finish until after there are a few more episodes. So don't read unless you're caught up!

Also, if you don't know anything about the actors, this might be confusing. Just a heads up.

Just so you know, this isn't actually a self-insertion fic, even though it might seem like it. This character is not actually me. I would be super lame in the Supernatural world and would die in about 3.5 seconds, so yeah. Don't judge me too hard.

Also, rated M because I haven't decided if there will be a sex scene later, but there will definitely be cussing.

Shanna woke up with her breathing heavy and her brow covered in a cold sweat. That had been a really, really weird dream. That's what she got for watching Supernatural right before bed. She had been watching The French Mistake, an episode in season six, for about the three millionth time. It was hilarious, especially when you were a diehard fan like her and understood every little reference. Basically, Sam and Dean Winchester found themselves in her world, the world of boring and no magic. The makers of Supernatural apparently didn't believe in a fourth wall, which she was totally fine with.

But anyway, she had a dream that all of the angels in heaven were talking about her (which was weird, seeing as by now most of the angels were dead), about how she was necessary to do something with some sort of tablet… she couldn't really remember anymore. She knew that in season eight, there was the angel tablet and the demon tablet… not that it mattered which tablet it was at all, seeing as it was only a dream.

Shanna felt off. Actually, she didn't remember going to bed, once she thought about it. She looked down and, yes, she hadn't even gotten into pajamas. She was still in her black v-neck tee shirt, tight red jeans, and combat boots of that day. She was still on the couch, and the TV screen was paused on another episode of Supernatural. She hadn't remembered pausing anything. She wondered what episode she was even on. She couldn't tell.

She pushed play and the screen went black for a moment, and then flickered back to life with just a white screen.

"You will be the prophet," she heard. "You will translate the tablet."

She blinked. She had thought she was awake, but this was seeming like a dream again.

Then she woke up again.

This time she was in her bed, and she was in pajamas. What the flying fuck? That was like Inception, with a dream in a dream. Maybe she needed to give Supernatural a rest. She could re-watch some other show, one that didn't make her have weird dreams. Maybe she'd go for some BBC shows. She'd heard good things about those. She considered some other CW shows, like the new one Cult, except that sounded even weirder than Supernatural.

She got ready to go out. It was a Saturday and she was meeting with a friend at a coffee shop. Her friend had graduated college and actually started doing something with her life. Shanna, on the other hand, was twenty-eight years old and still lived in a tiny apartment alone, working as a mechanic at an auto-shop. Her English major was proving even more useless than she thought it would be when it came to being a functioning member of society. She knew more about salting a room than she did paying the bills. Oh well. At least she liked working on the cars, and she didn't mind people calling her obsessed when it came to Supernatural. She knew it was true. It just felt like more than just a show sometimes. Like maybe it would help her out someday? She knew it was stupid. But still, it was something to care about, and she didn't have much of that.

She threw on an AC/DC shirt and some ripped jeans before quickly combing through her curly, bright orange hair with her fingers and heading out the door.

She was skateboarding down the street—the coffee shop was close enough that she thought it was stupid to drive—when it happened.

"No fucking way," she muttered. Because walking towards her, talking with frowns on their faces, were Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. Oddly enough, nobody else on the street was paying them any attention, like they didn't realize there were celebrities walking right by them.

She wanted to play it cool and say nothing to them, but this was fucking Jared and Jensen! She couldn't honestly ignore them.

So instead, she went for very not sly and skated straight towards them, knocking into Jensen. Problem was, she wasn't very graceful, so even though the men were left just standing there, looking at her oddly, she fell to the ground, skinning her arm pretty good.

Wow. She had reached new heights of idiocy with that one.

She got up, ignoring the bleeding.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered. Then she looked up and widened her eyes, pretending to be surprised. "Oh my god. You're Jensen and Jared."

But what happened next, she never would have expected. Jensen grabbed her shirt and dragged her into a nearby ally, slamming her into the brick wall and getting right up in her face. "How the fuck do you know those names?"

She swallowed. Wow, Jensen had always seemed like a pretty decent guy in convention videos. And Jared seemed like the funny guy, but right now he was giving her a steely gaze that made her want to inch into a hole and never come out.

"I—um—" she stuttered. "I'm a huge Supernatural fan," she muttered.

"Those damn books?" Jensen asked in confusion.

"No… the show."

Jared and Jensen looked at each other meaningfully and Shanna narrowed her eyes.

"You two really do steal clothes from the set," she muttered, looking at Jared's plaid shirt and Jensen wearing three extra layers, just like in the show.

"How did this happen again?" Jared hissed.

"Angels must have zapped us," Jensen muttered. "But why?"

Shanna gulped hard again. She was getting a very strong feeling that she wasn't talking to Jared and Jensen. But how was this possible?

"Holy shit," she muttered. They both looked over to her with those hard glares. "You're Sam and Dean. The real Sam and Dean."

"And who the hell are you?" Dean growled.

"Um… my name is Shanna. I watch the show. But apparently, I'm in the show… I really hope I'm asleep right now."

Dean slapped her across the face. Not hard, but enough to surprise her.

"What the hell was that?" she snapped.

"You didn't wake up. So you're probably not sleeping," he decided. She rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for the help," she murmured, shoving him away. He let go, looking a little surprised that she had the nerve to push him, but saying nothing. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone," she said, getting out her phone to text the girl she was supposed to meet. But then when she took it out and looked through the contacts, there were none. She blinked. She looked to her outbox of text messages, but that was also empty. What about pictures? Nope, nothing. That was weird.

She yanked out her wallet. That was still there, and it had an anti-possession sigil on the outside like it always did, but on the inside, a picture of Jared and Jensen that was always there was gone, replaced with a picture of… it was a note. She pulled out the paper.

It read, ".ekatsiM hcnerF ehT ot emocelW"

"Welcome to The French Mistake," she read out loud, knowing that's what it said at first glance. But it said it backwards, which had to mean something. "In The French Mistake, you two get stuck in my world," she reasoned out loud. "Meaning, that if it's backwards… I get stuck in your world."

She looked up at the boys, who were looking confused. "You remember when you got taken into the parallel universe where you were actors. That why you were freaked out when I called you those names." They nodded, still looking lost. Shanna was still kind of surprised they weren't trying to hurt her. "It was an episode in the show called 'The French Mistake'," she explained. "So now I'm stuck in your world… but probably things are wrong."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"When you came to my world, you know how everyone thought that Jared and Jensen never talked?"

"Yeah…"

"Well that wasn't true. Jared and Jensen are best friends. And a lot of people were acting different than they would in real life, like Genevieve and Misha. So I'm figuring that what I see in the show and what I experience here are going to be a little different." She wasn't sure how she was figuring through this so quickly.

Sam and Dean were still looking at her blankly, and then they looked at each other again.

That was when she got hit over the head and blacked out.