A/N: Well, my first ever supernatural fanfiction. The idea for something like this has been playing around in my head for a while, I wanted the protagonist to kind of represent the fans without pushing it too much and it becoming forced. Let me know what you think, and I should hopefully be updating regularly!
"You don't need to update your blog, you need therapy, Kyla" Jessica shouted from across the room in a mocking tone.
"Excuse me" Kyla replied trying to keep her tone jovial "this is very serious, they just released the promo for this weeks Doctor Who episode!"
"Loser" was Kylas only response before Jessica sauntered out of the room, her long golden hair blowing behind her.
Kyla had always envied the way that Jessica could so effortlessly look good doing what ever she was doing. Like the time they went camping and Kyla woke up looking like she'd been attacked by a raccoon during the night, whereas Jessica looked like she'd just been on a spa weekend. It wasn't that Kyla hated her step sister, it was more that she wouldn't care if she got run over by a bus.
With an exasperated sigh Kyla shut the lid of her laptop muttering under her breath about how unfair her life was, and she left her room to join Jessica, her dad, and step-mum in the car.
Once she reached the white BMW that her step mother had insisted was bought, she resigned herself to a painful journey all the way to their cabin. Five hours away.
"Oh, won't this be great!" "A real chance to bond!" her dad enthusiastically said from the front seat, so full of hope.
Kyla managed a weak "sure" before putting in her headphones and falling asleep to the fabulous guitar solo of carry on my wayward son.
She had expected to awaken to Jessica's usual winging, and her dads usual optimism, but what she didn't expect to awaken to was two men leaning over her. One man resembled a rather attractive moose, and the other a Greek God with the greenest eyes to ever green. Awakening to two middle aged men leaning over you would be enough to make most girls have a heart attack, but not Kyla.
"Hello boys" Kyla joked earning two very puzzled looks from the men. "I can't believe I'm having another Sam and Dean dream. I seriously need to make real friends. Like of the real life variety" Kyla said to her dream form Sam and Dean expecting to wake up. When that didn't happen she barely had a chance to become confused before dean started shouting.
"Well sweetheart, why don't you start telling us who the hell you are are, hell- why don't you tell us what you are while your at it!" Dean shouted.
"Dean, come on. Hey, um, what was your name?" Sam asked trying to restore the peace.
"My name is Kayla. K-A-Y-L-A. And this is my dream so stop ordering me around Dean. By the way you are rocking that plaid"
The next thing Kayla knew she was in the middle of a pentagram tied to a chair while Dean and Sam did every kind of test under the sun to see if she was human. The thing was it hurt. Kayla felt her blood leave her body as Dean sliced her forearm with a silver knife. She felt the shocking coldness of the ice cold holy water that got flung in her face. She smelt the dank metallic smell of the dark empty room. Kayla had never felt anything in a dream before. Panic started to rise in the back of her throat, engulfing her until she was trapped within her own mind. Kayla knew she wasn't being rational. Sam and Dean are not real she kept saying over and over, but for some reason she couldn't calm down. Everything just felt too real to be a dream.