Welcome to the 'write yourself' contest: SPN edition. Here is my take on what would happen if I entered the world(s) of Supernatural…
"Hey Jack." I said, sighing. I threw a blanket at him. He stared at me confused, and so did Sam. "Why're you staring?"
"Where did you come from?" Sam asked.
"I came through a freakin' portal, why do you care? I'm from a world without monsters, where your lives are a TV show but Misha Collins hasn't been stabbed to death."
"W- what?"
"Dean is having a breakdown outside." I said. "Coming?"
Jack shrugged, wrapping the blanket around himself and followed me. Sam paused for a second, then rushed after us. As soon as I got outside the house, I whistled loudly.
"What-"
"Shush, Spam." I said, making a quiet llama symbol with my hands. "Jack, do you speak English yet? Good, okay, Jack- go over there and hug Dean while I get some friends. Sam, you too. Go." I turned to the sky. "GODDESS! SCOOT YOUR BUTT BACK DOWN HERE!"
"You called?" Amara asked cooly.
"Wait- that's all we had to do this whole time?" Sam gasped.
"Well, it would help if you remembered her name." I told him. Amara smiled. Rowena walked around the back of the house.
"'Ello, I'm here." She said.
"Rowena is alive?"
"Bruh, Lucifer forgot to burn some hair. Got her back lickety split." I reassured him. "All she needed was a little help. Guys, we have a problem..."
I gestured to Dean, who was obviously not aware that Amara, Rowena, and I had arrived. Amara nodded.
"That's an easy fix." She said, snapping her fingers. Castiel gasped. Dean hugged him, crying. Amara smiled.
"I'm sorry about them doing idiotic things." I told her.
"It's alright."
"Winchesters will be Winchesters." Rowena added. "So this is where you need me?"
"Rowena, help Jack transport Mary back here, pronto."
"On it…" She said, grabbing Jack's hand. "Would you like to save a friend?"
Jack shrugged again.
"Okay, I'll find her, you bring her back." Rowena said. She glowed gold for a few minutes, then Mary appeared in a flash of light.
"Yay! Happy endings! Amara, Rowena- how do you feel about adopting a cute 20 year old child?"
"I don't think that's a very good-"
"I heard good? Okay, guys." I sighed, giving them Jack's adoption papers. I walked Mary over to Sam, Dean, and Cas. "Ya'll good?"
"Why would you help us like this?" Dean asked, his voice hoarse.
"Because you're idjits, Winchesters." I walked away, disappearing into gold light. Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Uh… we didn't even know her name." Sam said.
I smiled, finishing the last words, typing this sentence. If only I could help. The fix seemed oddly easy from this side of the screen, but I'm sure it was more complicated than that. So I sighed, unsure of what the future would bring.
And I did a Chuck Shurley.