I pressed "play", smiling as Jensen Ackles appeared on screen as Dean Winchester. My eyelids felt so heavy, as if they were weighted down, and I couldn't keep them from closing. I fell into a deep sleep as Dean was meeting Castiel, played by Misha Collins.

XXX

The next thing I knew, I was blinking awake, bright sun making me shut my eyes again. I reached up to rub at my eyes, yawning. I sat up and squinted in the sunlight. Did I leave the shades open last night? I squinted harder, trying to make sense of my surroundings with my near-sighted vision. Reaching to the side, I was surprised when my hand didn't come into contact with my bedside table. Instead, to my horror, I felt grass.

And my glasses.

I picked them up and jammed them on my face, staring around myself in panic and confusion. Where the hell was I? How did I get here? I scrambled to my feet, and looked around for a house, a car, anyone, but all I saw was trees, grass, and a road a few yards off to the right. I bit my lip, and walked over to the road, wondering if I should follow it...

I snapped my head around at the sound of footsteps. A guy stopped about thirty yards away from me, staring at me in confusion and amusement.

"Uh...not that it's any of my business...but you do know you're in your pjs, right?"

Oh, fuck me...Jensen Ackles?!

"I-uh-erm..." I stammered to a stop without getting anything intelligent out.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you speak English? Or are you just tongue-tied?"

"W-w-where am I?" I whispered, hugging my middle tightly. The panic was making it hard for me to focus.

Then he was suddenly there, his face full of concern. "You okay?"

"I don't know..." I couldn't speak louder than a whisper for some reason. "I don't know how I got here...Where am I?"

He gave a bitter chuckle. "Sweetheart, I'd like to find out the same thing."

I couldn't help the scowl. "Don't call me sweetheart. I'm not a girl."

"Coulda fooled me," he smirked, then looked off down the road.

I looked down, and felt my face get hot. Of course this would happen when I got sent here (wherever here was) - I wasn't sent wearing my binder. "I promise you, I'm a boy. I'm trans."

"Oh. Okay." He looked a little embarrassed, then shook his head. "Look, I don't know if you want to, but you can come with me so we can figure out what the hell is going on."

I swallowed hard. "Sounds good."

For the first half hour we walked, we said nothing. Honestly, what could I say? I was starting to get the feeling that this wasn't Jensen I was walking next to, but Dean Winchester. Somehow, I'd been thrust into the world of Supernatural...but how? And why? And who would do such a thing?

"So," he cleared his throat. "What's your name?"

I glanced at him. "Riley. Riley Campbell. Yours?"

"Dean Winchester."

Crap. I really am in the Supernatural world...how the hell am I gonna get outta here?

"You look like you're gonna puke," his voice broke through my thoughts. "You alright?"

I managed a weak smile. "I'm peachy...just feeling a bit...exhausted..."

He nodded in agreement. "I hear you there. Listen, I'll just get a hold of this guy I know, and we'll get you back home." Then he narrowed his eyes at me. "Your name is Campbell?"

I nodded silently, looking off to the side.

"My mother's maiden name was Campbell..."

Shit...I should've made up a name... "O-oh?"

"Any relation to Mary Campbell?" He failed miserably at sounding nonchalant. I could hear the blazing curiosity in his voice.

I shook my head. "Not that I know of."

"Ah." He seemed to deflate, making me feel a bit guilty.

"But I have no idea who is in my family tree, anyway, so it's a possibility." I inwardly winced. Why give the guy false hope when I knew damn well I wasn't related to his mother?

I forced the intense guilt down as he nodded. "So...what do you remember? Did you just wake up in the road or what?"

"Um..." I hesitated to tell him. "I woke up in the clearing, and was trying to decide on what to do when I saw you." I suddenly felt a sweep of deja vu come over me, as if I'd experienced this all before...my heart stuttered when I remembered where I'd seen this happening - minus me, that is. The beginning of season four of Supernatural! I glanced at him again. I had started watching season twelve back in my...dimension? Is that even the right word? If I could just stick around, maybe I could change some of the horrible events that were in Dean's future. "So," I rubbed the side of my neck in an attempt to keep myself calm. "Got any siblings?"

Dean smiled. "Yeah. My little brother Sammy." He looked at me. "How about you?"

"I'm the middle kid. Big brother, little sister," I told him, grimacing.

"What's that look for?"

"My siblings are hard to live with," I explained, snorting. "Thank God my brother is out of the house and married! Even has a little boy."

He laughed. "Yeah, siblings can be hard. But they can be your best friends, too."

I 'hmm'-ed at that. "Sure."

Another laugh, then we fell silent. After what felt like forever, we finally reached a town.

Then I realized- "I don't have any money!" I stared at Dean in shock and frustration. "I can't buy anything to eat or drink, and I can't get any clothes!"

"Don't worry. I'll find a payphone and call Bobby. Oh," he stopped next to a payphone outside a gas station. "Bobby's the guy I was telling you about earlier."

I nodded, and watched as he fished a few coins out of his jeans pocket, then dialed a number. "Hey, Bobby, it's me. I-waddya mean, 'me who'? It's Dean! Wh-Bobby? Bobby!" He growled and set the phone back so hard it made me jump. "Senile old man!" he muttered under his breath, then inserted more coins and dialed again. "Bobby, wait-" he gave an aggravated sigh. "Sunovabitch!" He jammed the phone back down. "He hung up on me again!"

"Dean," I said softly, fiddling with my shirt sleeve.

"What?" He was still glaring at the phone, as if it had been the one to hang up on him and not Bobby.

"He thinks you're still dead."

"Yeah, but-" he swung around, eyes narrowed and body tensed. "How the hell would you know that."

"I'm not from here-"

"Yeah, I figured that much out for myself!" he snapped, cutting me off.

I glared at him. " The last thing I remember is falling asleep on my bed, listening to my favorite TV show, Supernatural." At his obviously diminishing anger and growing shock, I continued with, "This all, here? It's a show back in my world."

"Now, hold up!" He breathed deeply. "Our lives are a TV show? And what do you mean, your world?!"

I shrugged, sincerely at a loss. "I know about what happened as much as you do. Where I'm from, there are no Hunters, no Men of-oops." I clapped a hand over my mouth, and turned away. Why am I such a dumbass?

"What was that?"

"Sorry," I said, my voice muffled by my hand. "Season 8 spoilers. We're at the beginning of Season 4 right now...so I'm not gonna tell you."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, then letting the breath out. "Dammit...This is freakin' weird..."

"You're telling me." I kicked at a rock, watching as it went spinning across the sidewalk. Something wasn't right...I looked around. "Hey, Dean?"

He grunted at me, rubbing at his chin and staring at the ground, thinking.

"Where is everybody?"

He raised his head. "I don't like this..." he muttered, grabbing my wrist and pulling me along behind him inside the gas station.

"HEY!" I squawked indignantly.

He ignore me. "Grab whatever you can," he instructed, shoving a backpack at me, and proceeding to fill another one with water bottles, energy bars, and whatever else he could fit in it. "We need to hit the road. This place is giving me the creeps."

I copied him, stuffing the backpack full of water, Gatorade, and bars. Remembering the episode I'd seen of this, I opened the cash register and stuffed the money into a separate pocket.

"Good thinking," came Dean's voice, startling me.

"Um...thanks."

There was a pause. "Lemme guess, you knew I was going to do that anyway," he said flatly.

"I plead the fifth," I muttered, shutting the register with a small 'click'.

I turned around. He opened his mouth to say something, but high-pitched single noise, like from the original movie "The Day The Earth Stood Still" where the guy was being brought back to life, filled the small gas station along with this super-bright white light that came from above. I clapped my hands over my ears, willing myself not to scream.

After all, it was just Castiel.

But the noise was shifting in my ears, changing into different sounds... I slowly took my hands away from my head, and looked into the light, squinting. I could barely make out a vague shape of what looked like a person. The sounds became words, and I could understand him.

What. The. FUCK?

"My name is Castiel." He sounded a bit frustrated that Dean was still rouched on the floor, hands covering his ears. "I'm not going to hurt you, Dean."

"He doesn't understand you, Castiel." I flinched when the windows exploded. "I think you better tone it down."

The figure turned towards me. "Who are you?"

I raised an eyebrow. Rude much? "My name is Riley. I'm from-"

"Another dimension," Castiel finished for me.

"Yup." I nodded, glancing at Dean. He was staring back at me in shock.

"Tell Dean he will hear from me again, just not so painfully." This time, he sounded a bit amused.

"I will," I promised, smiling at the angel. "See ya!" Then he was gone.

The next thing I heard was Dean, right in my ear. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

I flinched away from him. "Ouch. That was Castiel."

"Who?!" He peered out the blown-out window.

"Castiel. He's an angel."

Dean turned and glowered at me. "There's no such thing."

"How do you know, smart ass?" I shot back. "Are you omniscient?"

He growled wordlessly at me, then grabbed his backpack off the floor. "C'mon, we're getting out of here."

I hefted the pack up on my shoulder, and followed him out the door.

xxx

Before we left, Dean took us on a detour through someone's backyard, and we raided their clothesline. I left my pjs behind, and happily sauntered down the road in jeans, a t-shirt, and a green plaid flannel shirt over that. He even found me some shoes! Nice, comfortable sneakers that felt like heaven to my feet after walking to the town barefoot.

Miraculously, we came upon another town called Sioux Falls. Dean was more animated, asking me questions about my life in the other dimension, and even what the show was like. I explained to him in detail what I knew about the show up until Season 4, and he listened in rapt interest. Apparently, the show was spot-on with the Winchesters' lives.

He stopped talking when we reached "Bobby's Auto and Salvage Yard'. We stood at the end of the driveway, Dean staring nervously at the old house, and me watching Dean. I nudged him.

"Dude, he's not gonna kill you. Just get up there and prove you're really you, and we can get on with our lives."

He shot me a look, but went on up to the house, and knocked on the door. The barrel of a shotgun came poking out.

"Dean's dead."

I poked my head around Dean. "No he's not. He's right here."

Bobby - looking just like Jim Beavers from the show - narrowed his eyes at me and cocked the gun. "Who're you?"

"Name's Riley Campbell," I said, smiling slightly. "Dean and I met on the road, and we walked here together. You're Bobby Singer, surrogate dad to Dean and Sam, and one helluva an awesome Hunter, if I say so myself."

He stared at me. "What in hell..."

"Can we come in? We've been walking all day, and my knees hurt." I flashed him my puppy-eyes (worked on everyone back home, so I was really hoping they would work here too). "Do anything you want to make sure I'm not a shapeshifter, Demon, Vampire, etcetera, but, please, just lemme sit down."

Next thing I know, he's throwing holy water in our faces.

"I think I specified that I wanted to be sitting down before you started," I said flatly, wiping the water from my eyes, and fixing Bobby with a cool look.

He said nothing, just handed us a silver blade. With a resigned sigh, I reached out to take it, but Dean grabbed it before I could. I glared at him. He cut a little line in his arm, drawing blood.

"Now his turn," Bobby said gruffly, eyes watching me suspiciously.

"C'mon, Bobby," Dean groaned. "Can't you just take my word that Riley's human?"

"You know he won't, now shush and give me the knife," I said impatiently, holing out my hand.

Dean just frowned, his lips pursing.

"Either you do it, Dean, or I will," Bobby warned him, the shotgun leveled at my chest.

I rolled my eyes. "Dean, just give my wrist a little cut, hm? Maybe then he'll put that gun away."

Dean growled, then swiftly ran the blade over my wrist. I forced myself not to flinch at the sting, and watched as a thin line of blood oozed out of the cut.

"There, Bobby," Dean thrust the knife back at him. "Happy now?"

Bobby let out a relieved breath. "Can't be too careful." He pulled Dean into a tight hug, the happiness radiating from his smile. Then he pushed Dean back, holding him at arm's length. "Boy, this don't make a lick of sense. You were dead! We buried you four months ago!"

Dean sighed. "I can't make much sense of this either, Bobby. One minute, hellhounds are tearing my apart, and the next minute I'm waking up in a pine box."

Choosing not to interrupt their reunion, I scooted past the two men and headed straight for the couch in the living room.

"So, kid."

I looked up at Bobby."Yes?"

"You say your name's Campbell?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir. And before you ask, I have no idea if I'm related to Dean and Sam."

Bobby turned to Dean. "I already asked Riley on the way here."

"Ah," Bobby sighed, and settled into a chair opposite me.

"So, is Sam here?" Dean asked, his eyes traveling over the room.

"Nope. Went off on his own months ago."

Dean stiffened at that. "You're kidding. You just let him go off by himself?"

"He was dead set on it."

"You should've been looking after him, Bobby!"

"I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you."

Dean was quiet for a moment. "Why did you bury me, anyway?"

"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill...but Sam wouldn't have it."

"Well I'm glad he won that one."

I snorted, drawing their attention back to me.

"Dean, who is this kid? Is it safe to talk in front of him?"

I stiffened and glowered. "Well, ex-cuse me for living."

Dean's mouth twitched as he fought a smirk. "Riley's fine, Bobby." He blinked, then looked at me intently. "Riley, tell me about Season 4."

My eyes widened. "W-what?"

"I want you to tell me what Sam is doing, where he is, who he's with," Dean pleaded, crouching in front me.

I looked away.

"Please, Riley."

"He a psychic?"

"Er...of a sort," Dean lamely said, his eyes never leaving me, and mine never meeting his.

"Dean," I whined. "I can't tell you. You'd get mad."

"Please?"

I stupidly looked him in the eyes, and caved. Grrr...stupid Winchester's and their freaking adorable faces! "Alright, fine. He's with Ruby."

Dean narrowed his eyes at that. "Ruby's gone. Lilith said so before she sicked her hellhounds on me."

"Yeah, well she came back. And she's stringing Sam along, too." I bit my lip, unsure if I should say more in front of Bobby. I glanced at him. "Um...you're not gonna like what she's having him do..." I trailed off, looking away from Dean again.

"I'll find out from Sam," Dean dismissed it. "Is she using the same meatsuit?"

"No. She's using a Jane Doe whose plug got pulled at the hospital. Brown hair and eyes, pretty. You'll see her when you find Sam."

"How the hell would he know all that?"

Dean looked back at Bobby. "I'll explain it on the way."

"Way to where?" I asked.

Dean faced me again, a determined look in his eyes. "We're going to bring my stupid brother home."

XXX

Hey, guys! Hope you like the new fic! I'm just sitting here, waiting for my friend to get off work (I'm her ride home) and this just...happened. Lemme know if you have any ideas! Below is a link to what Riley looks like (he's half Asian). If the link doesn't work, lemme know.

Reviews feed my muse.

Eli

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