Never Believe Anything You See On TV

Summary: James and Katherine are roommates that happen to love Supernatural the show. Katherine decides to see if the cross roads demon really exists...which lands her, and her James, tied in a deal that could end them up in hell or alive in their own realm.

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Reality is Scarier Than Fan Girls

Katherine clicked her gum, and stood up straight. She looked around, four roads meeting at one point. Parallel lines always meet, into a cross. A crossroad. This road happened to be anonymous named, surrounded by trees of a small forest in some nameless town in Georgia.

At her feet was a hole with a small cigar box at the bottom. In that cigar box are ingredients to invite a night so pleasant visitor.

The dirt piled up on top of it, until the ground was even, leaving the 24 year old standing in the middle of the cross roads. No one, and nothing was around besides the trees, and the Firebird Transam up the road a football field away with a fuming blonde in the driver's seat.

James has been sitting in this car, for about 10 minutes, freezing his ass off in the oddly early cold breeze and the heater in the car wasn't working. Why was here in the first place? Because his fucking roommate had a large imagination, high hopes, and over 5 years of black mail. And tits. What straight college graduate man would pass on sweater yams?

Katherine twirled around, not expecting, but expecting at the same time, for something to happen. Though the place remained the same. Empty. Cold. Dark.

"Fuck," She cursed, zipping up her hoodie and flipped her hood over her head. She turned her heel ready to go back to the car, hating her stupidity at the moment. Fandoms were a bother sometimes. For girls, anyway. You want it to be real so bad, that you would actually go to the extent of driving 50 minutes to nowhere, then to a sketchy not-used-since-the-50s road in the middle of the woods, dragging along your unwilling roommate along just because you don't want to be alone, then dig a hole with your picture and a bunch of other crap that the show mentioned inside a cigar box you found outside of an English bar, buried it, and stood in the place for exactly 7 minutes only to realize that this doesn't fucking work.

Her feet crunched the dirt underneath her converse, hands stuck in her hoodie pocket. Katherine ducked her head to avoid the wind. And just when she was halfway up the road where the car was, she froze in her spot when she heard a voice just behind her.

"Where you going? I didn't come all the way here just to be stood up..."

Katherine didn't dare to turn around to the person. She hoped it was her enormous imagination. Or the wind. Or she was becoming schizophrenic. Because of her history, it was probably the latter.

She blinked, and who ever was standing behind her was now in front of her. Where'd she come from?

The woman was leggy, long dirty blond hair. It was laced with thread and beads, and streaks of black mixed up in there. She had a deep golden tan, and crystal blue eyes. What she was wearing shouldn't be considered clothes. Her top was some brown suede bra with beads stringed into the straps. Her jeans were ripped nearly to the seams, hanging off her hips, with hippy doodles into the fabric. Her feet were bare, giving the woman a slutty hippie from a slutty advertisement that PETA made.

She cocked her head to the side, hands on her hips and rocked back and forth on her heels.

"So what do you want?"

Katherine blinked. "Huh?"

The woman rolled her eyes, "You summoned me. Putting that little box in there summons me. What do you want? Money? A job? A guy? Talent? Get rid of that skin complexion."

Katherine was completely stunned that she didn't even hear the last comment. "You mean that shit was real?"

The woman blinked. "Let me guess, you watched that stupid Supernatural show?" The look on Katherine's face gave the demon her answer.

"Alright, listen, kid. I don't like my time being wasted. I could waste you right now, for even dragging my ass all the way to the most uninteresting state in America, to some 16 year old girl that watches way too much TV. So do you want something from me, or do I --"

"I do want something," Katherine finally said something since the demon appeared. The fact that this worked was still trying to stick in her brain, but her logical senses told her this had to be a dream. Right?

The demon's eyes lit up, "You do? What is that, kid?"

Katherine finally summoned up her courage and finally corrected her, "I'm 24..." The demon only rolled her eyes. As if she cared. Anyone under the age of 35 was a kid in her eyes.

"But I want," Katherine's eyes traveled over to the silver Transam, and then back at the demon. "I want to be in the Supernatural show's universe."

The demon laughed. She looked up at the sky, laughing, twirled around, in complete mirth before turning back to Katherine with a huge smile on her face. "You're willing to leave your life here...to a tv show's universe, and in ten years, your soul will be mine?"

Katherine was silent. Maybe she should have thought this through. She looked down on the floor, her mouth opening and closing as if she didn't know what to say, or do.

The demon took pity on her. "Alright, kid I'll strike you a deal..." Katherine looked up. "I'll let you go into the show for the entire season -- which will be a year. If you die, your soul is mine. If you are alive by the end of the season, I'll let you leave. And because I'm such an awesome demon, I'll even give you the choice of doing it again for the next season. Yeah?"

"Yes! That's perfect! But, uh," Katherine looked back to the car. "Can I ask for one thing?"

"What?"

"I don't want to be alone in that place...can my roommate...come with me?"

The demon sighed, throwing a look over to the car. When she caught a glimpse of the boy in the driver's seat, a smirk formed on her lips. Ooh, he was a cutie.

"Alright, fine," the Demon turned back to the girl. "But if he dies in the show, he will return home, without a scratch or memory of it, and I will still get your soul regardless if you are alive or not. Is that a deal?"

Katherine hesitated, not knowing if she should accept. But when she met the demon's eyes, it was like she was compelled to nod. "Yes, we do."

"Great. Now I believe you know the drill to seal this?"

The two women leaned in, and lips pressed together. For Katherine, it felt like her soul was ripping out of her body, well part of it at least. The remaining felt like it was being written into her enterally, of this deal. There was no backing out of it now. She made the deal. She sold her soul potentially. To go into a TV Show for a year.

Katherine had little regrets behind her. But she felt that this might be the biggest mistake she ever made.

When she opened her eyes, the demon was gone, but a lone card was on the floor, when she picked it up, all it said was "Hekate, Crossroads Demon." At the back it had the number, txt "06160".

Katherine felt like she was in that bad Brenden Fraser and Elizabeth Hurley movie.

A/N: Thanks for the read! I know the self insert plot has been done a lot, but I couldn't think of a super unique plot with the characters already in the universe without making it a romantic thing...But I assure you this will be more humour, and worth reading because of that factor. SO PLEASE give me some reviews and tell me what you think of this set up? Next chapter I will be going right into the plot, so there arent any ladders to climb just to get to the action. Oh, incase you were wondering, this starts somewhere in the begining of season 5.

CASTING

Katherine Boone played by Michelle Trachtenberg

James McNey played by Ryan Phillippe

Hekate played by Christina Aguilera (dirrty version)