Disclaimer: Really, would I be writing fanfiction if I owned Supernatural?
No Beta, all mistakes are mine.
Flames will only help my already burning soul.
"This was the simple times," Valerie said as she watched Dean face off with Samifer and Michael...er...Micham?
"You say that now, but I remember a certain someone calling me up crying about Sam in hell." I casually dodged the pillow that was thrown my way as I tossed a shit-eating grin at my best friend, my red hair covering my face in an attempt to seem innocent.
"At least I wasn't more worried about Lucifer than Sam!" She snarked back, but the corners of her mouth were pointing ever so slightly up, letting me know that she wasn't judging my fascination with the archangels, even the fallen one.
"I was just enjoying you feeling a small bit of my pain from when I saw Gabriel die," Gabriel was my Supernatural crush. if you can call the infatuation I had with him that. Just goes to show how much of a total weeb I am that I saw nothing wrong with loving fictional characters more than anything else.
This was a pretty normal night for us. We usually ended up watching Supernatural and arguing about our loved ones. We had just recently watched the season finale of season 10 and with the release of the Darkness, a stroll through memory lane was needed to gather up our faith that the Winchesters would get through this battle just as easily as the others. Not that many of them were easy, but looking back on them, they could have been much harder than they were. I mean really, Lucifer was beaten by some jewelry that they already had two of and a hold that God had built forever ago.
For all intents and purposes we weren't the biggest fans of the show, even though we loved it. We weren't the most devoted, or the most in love with it, but we had over the years devoted so much time to it that it had become part of us, ingrained into our friendship in a way that would mean we would never be separated from it. Our other friends had tried to watch it but ended up stopping before they got invested and so they decided that it would be the "Trinity and Valerie thing."
We were unlikely friends, honestly. The smart, valedictorian, redhead otaku Trinity and the genius, dirty-minded, laid-back Valerie. To be honestly the friendship hadn't been immediate, as they had hated each other at first. Val thinking I was stuck up and me hating how casual Val was with school work and her ability to get me off track so easily. But eventually through forced conversations and band trips, we had became best friends.
"How about we call it a night?" I asked when I saw Valerie's focus begin to drift more to her phone than the show. Not that I didn't have my own reasons to stop, I exhausted but Val teases me enough for my grandma behavior when it comes to sleep, so it would be better to just not bring it up.
"Sure, sure, not like we don't know what happens, plus I'm not in the mood for soulless Sam."
"True. I'm heading to sleep then. Don't eat all my food, k? Night," I rolled over on the air mattress and grabbed the tv remote to turn it off before burrowing into the covers. I must have looked so fabulous because Val snorted as I horizontally danced into my position.
"Night, weirdo."
I smiled before sleep hit me like a pickup truck, or should I say the Impala, and I was gone off into dream world.
Val P.O.V.
I watched Trinity fall asleep quickly and shook my head. I will never understand how she goes to sleep so fast, I thought. I knew that I wasn't going to be getting to sleep anytime soon and spent my time scrolling instagram until I decided that I was bored.
It must have been about an hour after Trinity had fallen asleep when it started. A low buzzing, barely noticeable at first, was starting to fill the room. I didn't pay much attention to it at first. This was Trinity's house and how was I supposed to know what noises were normal and what wasn't. It could have just been Trinity's ghost Steve screwing around with me and the last thing I wanted was to give the bastard the impression I was scared of it. It hadn't worked too well for T's brother, who had ended up with knocks on his door for weeks until Trinity told Steve to knock it off. She hadn't been that nice with her words though.
It was only when the noise persisted for about 15 minutes in growing intensity that I started getting spooked about it. For a brief moment I considered waking Trinity but quickly decided that a hum wasn't worth the bruise I would get if I woke her up. No matter how scary the noise was, a Trinity that had been woken up for something stupid was even scarier.
Bad idea.
The noise could no longer be considered a hum anymore and was borderline a full growl. Deciding that I needed Trinity now, even if it was just for emotional support, I leaned over to shake her awake. The moment my fingertips brushed on her arm, the noise stopped and in its place a red light filled the room blinding me until I had to cover my eyes with the hand that was previously touching Trinity. The last thing I remember is a familiar voice yelling something before I passed out.
When I regained conscious it was to the sound of a tv and the feeling of Trinity stirring next to me. For a moment I fooled myself into thinking what had just happened had just been a dream but the lumpy bed I laying on didn't let that fantasy last long.
I opened my eyes and caught Trinity's eyes for a moment, expressing our fear with nothing but a glance. The fact that she was so alert so soon after waking up, showing me how scared she was. Where the hell were we?
I slipped my hand out from under the cover slowly and started pushing it back, sitting up despite Trinity's silent protest. Hell if I was going to lay here if I had just been kidnapped. By the time I was done with them they were going to be delivering us back home with a smile and an apology. However I was not expecting who I found exactly sitting on the other double bed next to ours.
Curled up with his back against the wall, holding a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, and watching Grey's Anatomy was Chuck, or well Rob Benedict I guess he would be. Just my luck that I would be kidnapped by a Supernatural cast member.
Trinity who had sat up shortly after me gasped quietly at the sight, it wasn't very loud but Chu-Rob turned his head toward the sound anyway.
"Ah yeah, you're awake, um, hi I'm Chuck...well God really but you know me as Chuck so that's what I will go as and-OW!" His sentence cut off short as Trinity hurled the alarm clock at him and bolted toward the hotel room door dragging me behind her. We hadn't made it a few steps before we were frozen in place.
"One ow! Two I wasn't joking and no Valerie I am not Rob Benedict, I am actually Chuck and you are actually in the, how to put it, Supernatural realm," Trinity was the first to react again when the force holding us still broke and she turned around slowly to face him.
I could tell she was having a hard time believing a word out of the psychopaths mouth but he had just frozen us, and how else was one supposed to explain that? Trinity must have reached the same impossible conclusion because she groaned and lowered her head into her hand.
"This is like a bad fanfiction," she mumbled and I couldn't help but agree with her. Seriously this was the lowest of the low fanfiction, the self-insert.
Chuck looked offended, "Hey now, it's not that bad, I need your help." Now it was my turn to groan.
"It just got worse," at "Chuck's" confused look I explained, "Some of the worst fanfiction is the self-inserts, where a great being comes and says they need some little fangirls help. Let me guess you want us to play some kind of role in the apocalypse so you don't have to do anything other than pat yourself on the back and watch Grey's Anatomy?" At his guilty look I rolled my eyes, "This is cool and all but really this is going to end the exact same as they all do. We are going to go and end up having all of Heaven and Hell after us before we end up getting kidnapped and tortured by one side of the other and to be honest, no matter how much I would love this opportunity I don't think either of us," here I glanced at Trinity who was nodding along with me, "want to get tortured just to meet everyone."
Here Chuck smiled, "Ah but you see I am not just going to send you in as you are now to get, as you put it, "kidnapped and tortured." I am going to be boosting you to basically my level and letting you do whatever you want to try and get everything running smoothly again. I am sick of all this fighting and it's just going to get worse over the years. I need to think of something so that the Darkness never has a chance to rise. My sister can no-"
"SPOILERS!" Trinity and I yell, "We haven't gotten their yet!" Trinity continued.
"Fine, let's just say that it would be better if the Darkness never even sees the light of day," snickering at his own joke he waved his hand and paused his show which had still been playing up until that point.
I glanced at Trinity, "It's up to you, you have the most knowledge of how stuff like this works out."
She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment and glanced around the run-down motel room. I knew her decision the minute she made it as a determined look entered her eye.
"Deal, but I want unlimited money and freedom to kill and save whoever I want, because this is going to be hard enough as it is without having to worry about money and rules."
"Agreed," he reached his hand in the pocket of his fluffy bathrobe and pulled out two identical necklaces except for the color. One was a light purple and one an aqua color. He handed the purple to me and the aqua to T before explaining, "Once you put these on you will be transported to the town where the Winchesters are now and have the powers I promised. It may take a bit to control them but basically there is no limitations that should bother you. You could pop right into Lucifer's cell to chat and still make it back to the hotel for breakfast. No one but you can take them off so keep them on at all times. I wish you luck, not that you'll need it."
I glanced at Trinity and nodded before we snapped the clasp shut at the same time. the last thing I heard was Chuck saying, "Scare some sense into my boys for me, will you?" before he turned back on the tv and it was then that I realized that the scream I had heard earlier had come from Meredith on Grey's Anatomy.
At least we didn't end up there I thought before I was zipped away and plopped down on a random motel bed. Slowly getting up I turned to T. If anyone had seen us then they would have probably shit their pants, because the grins that stretched across our faces were pure evil and their was no other way to described them. Watch out assbutts, fangirls are in town.
AN: There it is, the first chapter of my take on the cliche self-insert. I hope you enjoyed and I am going to try and have the next chapter up soon. This isn't going to be a serious fanfiction as the characters are basically going to just make a mess out of everything, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.