Elissa sat in stunned silence as the finale of season eight came to a close. She had finally gotten a chance to catch up on one of the many television shows that she enjoyed on Netflix. Standing with a sigh, she got ready for bed. Escaping into a different reality was one of the ways that she was able to cope with her less than exciting life. Books, Movies, TV shows and fanfiction on her favorites were her way of truly enjoying herself. Typically she wasn't into the gory or the creepy, and 'Supernatural' had its ups and downs emotionally for her, but she loved it all the same. The recurring characters had such a depth to them that they seemed truly real while she was watching. She had been in tears when Crowley had his humanistic outburst. Often, she would even dream about living in the 'Supernatural' universe, so naturally she just assumed that her overactive imagination was running wild as she made her way across her room, listening to what sounded like many rats scurrying through her walls. The sound was gone as soon as it came, so she slipped beneath the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

She knew that there was something wrong before she even opened her eyes. She could feel that she was no longer in her bed, and the heavy sounds of traffic meant she was nowhere near her small country home. Finally opening her eyes and looking around she realized she was in the back seat of a rusty, stationary vehicle. Hearing a vehicle approaching, she lowered herself down to the floor, peeking out at the surrounding landscape as what she now saw was a sleek black limo came to an easy stop. As a slightly rounded, older man stepped out of the back and into a puddle, she couldn't help but feel as though he was familiar. She watched as he buried a small rectangular item into the ground and gasped when she heard a voice.

"Mr. Pendleton, I presume."

She knew that voice.

"The name's Crowley."

Elissa almost laughed out loud at what she knew would be a very uncomfortable situation for Mr. Pendleton. She had to be dreaming! Yes, that had to be it, but there was something at the back of her mind that told her to keep quiet and not treat it as she had her other "fan" dreams, throwing herself into the arms of whatever strong, powerful, or handsome hero or, yes more often than not, villain came her way. Her dreams didn't usually follow the plot of whatever she was basing her dream off of. In this case, it seemed that her mind was remembering season five's tenth episode exactly. She tuned back into the conversation going on just yards away from her.

"You can cling to six decades of deep-seated homophobia or just give it up and get a complete bail out of your bank's ridiculous incompetence."

"There are just things that I—"

"Going once - -"

"No, I don't think so—"

"Going twice - -"

"All right!"

With a smirk she watched as Crowley pulled the rotund banker in to seal the deal. She could almost hear in her mind what both the angel Castiel and Dean Winchester were saying. She had seen this episode many times, what with it being Crowley's first appearance. What could she say? She had a thing for older, interesting men with accents. She almost forgot to duck back down as Mr. Pemberton made his way back to the limousine and was driven off. Leaning against the door, crouched down uncomfortably between the seats, she couldn't help but wonder what the homophobic banker was going home to. She didn't have very long to think about it when the door opened suddenly and she fell to the ground with a yelp.

"Enjoy the show, did you, sweetheart?" he asked, grabbing her roughly by the arm and yanking her to her feet. The pain that was now shooting through her arm made her realize that this wasn't one of her dreams. She stuttered, not sure what to say as he smirked at her.

"Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." Pulling her along at a brisk pace, he transported them to his mansion and into his study.

"I don't like when people spy on me while I'm making business transactions." Crowley's eyes flashed red. Once again, Elissa had no idea what to say. It was one thing to dream about the 'Supernatural' universe, and another to come to the realization that you are actually in it and currently in the clutches of a real demon.

"What's the matter, girl?" he shook her forcibly, "Demon got your tongue?"

In a moment of panic, Elissa did what she typically would do when she didn't know what to say. She put on a façade. Years of being bullied had taught her that more often than not, standing up to someone who was treating you poorly worked. The other times, not so much.

"Not yet." The moment the words left her lips she brought her hand up to her mouth in terror. Why the hell would she say that? Her face burned red as she stared at the ground in embarrassment. She was going to die.