Hello everyone! Welcome to How to Survive A TV Show for Dummies! This Fic has been updated many times but this is the last time it will be rewritten. This fic will go through all of Season four and Five. Depending on how I'm feeling, it will also go through the rest of the seasons but I'm not sure. The first chapter will be similar to the previous show. There a few differences in this fic. I will not be writing in Gabriel. He will appear when appears on the show.

This fic will also be updated on AO3. I hope you all enjoy and possibly check out a Young Justice Fic of mine, The Gamemaster.

Hope y'all enjoy and tell me what you think

EDIT:Apparently I missed a teenager during my proof read. Has been fixed. Sorry Guest!

It started when Zoe realized her fridge was empty. Well empty of anything edible. Her girlfriend, Deidre, had bought her a salad earlier that day for her to eat.

"To eat some proper vegetables," she'd said.

Zoe had stuck her tongue at her and stuck the salad at the very back of the fridge. Deidre had left to visit her mother that day, and wouldn't come back until later that week. Unfortunately, she hadn't gone grocery shopping, none of them have. Zoe stared at the plastic container, the salad staring back at her expectantly. She wrinkled her nose at it, and sighed, reaching into the fridge and pulling it. There was a cup filled with ranch dressing.

Continuing to look disgusted, Zoe poured the ranch dressing over the salad, mixed it, and took a bite. At the first bite, she gagged at the taste. Her taste buds disgusted with the taste of the salad and the dressing. But Zoe was hungry, and she was going to prove to Deidre that she could eat vegetables. She was going to finish this salad even if it killed her dammit!

When bad shit started to happen, Zoe later realized that the salad might have been the cause. After all, there's a reason food that's green isn't to be trusted.

When her computer froze, Zoe ignored it. This was an all too common occurrence for her. and she would have continued on with her life had her television not turned on. By itself.

A month of Supernatural marathons came flooding back, and for once, Zoe regretted watching the show. Why else would she think she's the first five minutes of an episode? Those never ended well.

"Please don't let it be a ghost," she prayed once the lights began flickering.

The only person Zoe could think of that could reasonably haunt the place was the previous owner of the house, her neighbor; an elderly religious woman who died of a heart attack five years ago. Zoe knew the old lady well. Zoe's dog used to always follow her around looking for treats. The lady was a sweetheart and she died peacefully. No violent deaths happened in the house, that she knew of at least. Perhaps a poltergeist? Those always made their presence known with little stuff before moving into big things.

Zoe decided to not take any chances and made a beeline towards the kitchen. If it was a ghost, salt would help her.

By the time Zoe had finished the circle, the house had started to tremble. Had Zoe lived in an earthquake prone area she would have breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't live in an earthquake prone area. She lived in Texas. There weren't any earthquakes in Texas.

Reaching for her phone and dialing 911, Zoe prayed the house wouldn't come crashing on top of her.

A bright light poured into the house, growing brighter, and a high-pitched sound, almost like a whine, grew louder and louder until Zoe covered her ears in a vain attempt to shut it out. She could see the bright light through her closed eyes, and the whine continued to grow louder.

And then it stopped.

The cool breeze on her skin and cold asphalt beneath her feet made her wonder if help had come. Perhaps someone had broken in and rushed her out. Zoe opened her eyes, expecting to see her house in shambles, but instead opened it to the sight of an open road. Tall trees towered over her, tall dark and formidable.

This wasn't her home. Or Texas. It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong, like putting on someone's clothes but they were a little too tight. Zoe looked around, hoping to see the bright lights of an approaching.

She heard her before she saw her. Her heart raced as she ran down the street towards the sound, the beautiful sound that sounded so familiar to her and yet she couldn't place it. A black car approached her, headlights shining as it came towards her at full speed. The driver slammed on the breaks and spun the wheel furiously to avoid hitting her. The driver finally managed to park at the side of the road. Zoe ran towards the car, wondering how she was going to explain this. Runaway? Kidnapping? Kidnapping seemed more accurate.

"Oh God, are you okay?"

Zoe froze in her tracks.

The driver opened the door to the Impala, and ran towards her. Zoe still did not react. Instead she stared at the Impala with wide eyes.

This was the car. This car, this beautiful black car that stopped in front of her, it's lights painfully bright in the night sky, was the car. The only car she knew well enough to recognize on sigh.

"Baby," she breathed.

The black 67 Chevy Impala stood before her, in all it's beautiful glory. Her breath caught as her eyes glided over the shining hood before settling on the man in front of her, who watched her with concern and worry.

Zoe's mind reeled before slowing to a stop. Her voice caught in her throat as she stared at the driver, unable to respond.

San Winchester. Sam fucking Winchester stood in front of her looking as if he was worried she was going to collapse.

She was screwed. She was completely, and majorly, screwed.

There weren't any cameras. She couldn't see anyone or anything in the street apart from her and Sam Winchester and Baby.

In Zoe's defense, she tried not to panic. Key word: Tried. Her heart was hammering away at her chest, her stomach had tightened itself into a knot and her throat wasn't working. She wasn't surprised then, resigned mostly, when she realized she couldn't hold them properly.

She was stuck in a world with monsters. Real monsters.

"Shit," Zoe finally managed to say as she took a step back from Sam and the car. "Shitshitshitshitshitshit." She brought her hands to her head, continuing to curse and mutter, "This isn't fucking possible. It's not fuckin…. shit…. I'm screwed. I'm fucked. Oh God. I'm so fucked."

"Hey," Sam said trying to calm her down. "You okay? Do you want me to drive you to a phone or something?"

Zoe turned to him and shook her head. No, Sam. Zoe wasn't okay. She was far from okay.

"How do you know my name?"

Shit did she say that out loud? One look at Sam said that she did. Zoe cursed, and took a shaking breath, trying to calm down.

"Where did you get that shirt?" Sam asked.

Whoop. There it was. Zoe stopped to look at Sam, gauging his mood.

He sounded calm, but she could tell that he was anything but calm. Scary calm. The kind of calm where it's so bad they can't be anything but calm. It was the calm that was associated with parents when the child in question fucked up so badly, they have no words.

Zoe didn't have a death wish, in fact she had a life wish. She wanted to live long enough to meet Jared Padalecki and Richard Speight and the rest of the Supernatural cast. She wanted to travel the world and marry a rich man and not have to worry about money. Zoe Martinez did not want to die at the hands of a giant Moose Man.

"Internet," she stammered.

Let it be known that the show wasn't kidding when it came to how big Sam Winchester was. This could have had something to do with Zoe's own height of five foot two, but as far as she was concerned there was a suspicious moose in front of her, and the Canadians on Tumblr always warned against suspicious moose and moose men.

Said man raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, "The internet."

Well technically she got it from Jared Padalecki, but that's irrelevant. Zoe wondered if this would have gone better if she had just worn her Avengers t-shirt, but knowing her luck she'd only ended up in the Avengers' world, probably smack dab in the helicarrier. Zoe doubted Nick Fury would appreciate having his face on the back of some girl's shirt.

"And the internet just happens to sell shirts with my face on it?"

It's a free country. And technically it was Jared Padalecki. Wait...did she say that aloud? Judging by Sam's reaction? Yes. Yes, she did. Wonderful.

"Who are you?"

"Zoe Martinez."

"Zoe," Sam repeated, "why do you have that shirt?"

Very interesting question, Sammy boy. She had just been wondering the same thing, along with what her purpose in life was. As she tried to come up for an answer

Never before had Zoe been more glad to have met Sam Winchester first. She had the feeling Dean would have held her at knife point.

"C-Can we discuss this when we're not out in the open?" Zoe asked, suddenly feeling very small.

Her agoraphobia was not helping things. Zoe closed her eyes, counting to ten. She could be calm in front of Sam. She could do this. Even if she was in a dark creepy forest in the middle of God-knows were.

Sam walked her towards the trunk of the impala and pulled out a water bottle and a knife. He was going to test her.

"Well Zoe, before I go anywhere with you," Sam said, "I need to make sure you're not going to kill me the first chance you get."

"I'm five foot two," Zoe said eyeing the knife. "I wouldn't be able to hurt you even if I tried."

"You'd be surprised," Sam said before taking her arm and making a cut with the silver knife. Zoe winced at the pain, but Sam seemed satisfied with the result and cleaned the cut with water (Zoe later learned that was holy water).

Satisfied she wasn't a monster, Sam allowed her into the car. He even wrapped her arm in a bandage, and apologized. Zoe had to marvel at the change in character with Sam when he realized she wasn't out to kill him. He was still suspicious of her, and she didn't blame him.

They got into a car, and Zoe took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

""I'm from another world," Zoe said, praying to whatever deity (read: Gabriel, patron saint of communication) out there who gave two shits about humanity that Sam would believe her, "I'm twenty years old. I-I got the shirt on a website. One of the actors f-from the show, he had a campaign going and was selling these shirts so I got one."

She breathed, wincing at her stuttering.

"Show?" Sam asked.

He had understood that nonsense? Half the time her own mother didn't understand her. Deidre struggled to understand her at times. The trembling lips didn't help either, and yet Sam somehow understood her babbling. He really was a cinnamon roll, she determined. Too good for this world. Too pure.

"Supernatural," she answered, "And it's about you and your brother, Dean Winchester, driving around the country killing monsters and saving the world and so far it's twelve seasons and right now we, that is the fans and I, are in hiatus waiting for the next season and I'm not some evil creature just a twenty year old who wanted to watch Doctor Who and who got kidnapped from her house, and got dumped into a TV show where demons aren't the scariest thing out there and I'm alone here and you can leave me at a some hotel. I don't care, but please don't kill me."

And she was crying. Wonderful. Pull yourself together, Zoe, you're embarrassing both you and Sam. Nope. She still cried.

Fortunately, Sam didn't kill her. Instead, he gave her an awkward pat on the shoulder before turning his eyes back on the road. Zoe found herself wondering how Dean would react. Maybe he'd be nicer, or he'd shoot her or leave her alone to fend for herself or-

Zoe mentally slapped herself. No. She had to calm down before she went into full on panic mode. She couldn't just freak out over the slightest thing, even if she now lived in the world of monsters where the thing that goes bump in the night is very real.

And this was real. The stinging on her arm where Sam had tested her with his knife confirmed that.

Real, she thought as she looked around the cheap motel room. All of the weapons were hidden safely beneath the beds, away from nosy cleaning ladies. The table Sam was using was covered with newspaper articles and missing persons reports. Demon signs, she thought. Sam was tracking demons.

There hadn't been any sign of Dean. When Sam drove them to the motel, there hadn't been any sign of Dean in the car or the motel. Not just that, Sam was young. Too young to be season twelve Sam. Season four if Dean was missing and Sam was tracking demons.

"Listen, Zoe," Sam said pulling her out of the train wreck that were her thoughts, "I'm going to try and get you back home, but I've never heard of any spell that can do this. I've sent out a few calls to some people I know. Maybe they'll have an answer."

Zoe nodded. Figures she'd be stuck here. Maybe if she was lucky she'd live to season six and she'd end up back home. She could always make a deal with Rafael when the time came, but then again Rafael was a bit of a dick in season six.

"You hungry?" Sam asked. "I can order us some pizza or something."

Zoe shrugged, "Sure. I guess."

Sam?" a familiar voice asked, causing Zoe to jump.

Ruby.

"Ruby," Sam greeted.

Yes. Definitely pre-season four.

The demon turned to Zoe with a frown, causing the girl to shrink back into the couch. No way was she getting near that demon nor letting said demon come near her.

"This the girl you found?" Ruby asked.

Sam must have nodded because Ruby approached, only for Zoe to scramble away from her, raising her hand to stop Ruby from advancing. Not that it would have done her much good.

"Don't come near me," she said, breathing heavily.

Ruby tilted her head confused and said gently, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Zoe couldn't hold back a laugh as she somehow managed to put the chair between her and Ruby. The demon who betrayed Sam, got him addicted to demon blood, and practically gave him to Lucifer. Ruby may have been her favorite character before, but after season 4, any respect she had for her was gone. Poor Sam had been let down by too many people.

Ruby looked to Sam for help who turned to Zoe who had now seated herself in the chair farthest from Ruby.

If anything, Zoe wanted Meg, or rather, post season five Meg. Meg was nice. Meg cared. Meg worked at a mental institution and had to help other humans in order to keep an eye on Castiel.

Ruby did not. Ruby manipulated. Ruby betrayed and laughed. At least Meg was upfront about her intentions.

Even Crowley seemed a better choice right now. He liked the boys. Eventually.

"She's not going to hurt you," Sam assured.

"She's a demon!" Zoe cried out, "There's two demons out of the entire show that I like and neither of them include her!"

Ruby raised an eyebrow, "Show?"

"Supernatural," Zoe said looking at Sam, "Starring Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester and Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester. It came out since 2005 and it's still going strong."

"Never heard of it," Ruby said.

"Wibbly Wobbly Spacey Wacey," Zoe said, aware that her nails were digging into the wood on the chair. Ruby raised a confused eyebrow, looking at an equally confused Sam. Zoe sighed, wondering where this new courage to sass Ruby came, "I'm from another reality. And you're played by Genevieve Cortese, Jared's wife."

"And according to this show," Ruby said, "Who am I?"

A traitor.

"Ruby," Zoe said, noting that any bravado she had previously had was failing her, "You sold your soul to this demon in sixteen o' something in exchange for witchcraft. You were among the demons who got out of the hell gate and you've been helping Sam with his powers by providing him with demon blood."

Both demon and hunter were surprised, to say the least, though Ruby didn't show it much, simply narrowed her eyes. Zoe gulped and stepped behind Sam.

"And why don't you trust me?" Ruby asked.

Well lady, you hand Sam over to his Royal Brattiness. Zoe liked Lucifer, but the last thing she wanted was to meet the man himself, but she couldn't mess with time and she couldn't say anything about Lucifer.

"I just don't," Zoe said at last.

Ruby's eyes bore into her, but Zoe held her ground, locking her jaw to prevent herself from trembling. She could feel tears building up and the choked sob in her throat, but no. She was not going to cry, least of all in front of Ruby.

Both Sam and Ruby went to the hallway to talk, no doubt about what they were going to do with her, and as much as Zoe would have wanted to eavesdrop, she was more focused on not crying. She wiped her eyes with her shirt and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She heard the door lock and Sam walk away.

Great. At this point, Zoe had brought her knees up to her chest while she cried against the wall. She just wanted to go home.

The show was great, yes, but that didn't mean she wanted to live in it. Perhaps she could pray to Gabriel? No, the archangel wouldn't answer since Zoe was positive most angels muted out prayers. Castiel? He'd only make things worse especially if he tells his superiors like the good little soldier he is. Crowley? Fat chance. Cain? No way.

She was stuck here with only Sam Winchester for company.

And somehow, that made her feel a bit better.

Sam didn't return until an hour later, in his hand a bag of clothes and a box. Zoe had returned to the chair, leaving Sam's things untouched though she was itching to read John's journal, but as mentioned before, she did not have a death wish.

Sam was grieving and if he caught with the journal, Zoe feared he'd kick her out and she didn't want to take that risk.

He tossed her the bag before he took out his laptop. Zoe glanced at Sam before peering into the bag finding a few pairs of clothes, and inside the box a pair of shoes. The shoes were a bit too big, but whoever picked them out made a good estimate. As a rule, Zoe wore shoes that were a little too big for her so these worked out just fine. The clothes consisted of a few shirts, some pants, socks, underwear (chosen by Ruby no doubt since Zoe doubted Sam was that good at guessing bra sizes), and a sweater. Did this mean she could stay?

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem," Sam said. "Ruby figured it'd be better if you stayed. Demons would be able to tell you're not from around here from a mile away."

"I can see why," Zoe said, hugging herself. "Everything feels wrong. It's…It's suffocating."

"Once we get my brother back we can find a way to get you home, okay?" Sam said. "I promise."

"Thanks Sam," Zoe said, smiling.

"No problem," Sam said, typing into his laptop.

Zoe dared stand behind him and look over his shoulder to see what he was doing. Research on the show, of course he failed since the actors didn't exist in that world and by some act of God, or Chuck, the books didn't appear on the search engine. Zoe mentally thanked Chuck hoping the prophet heard her since the books would have been harder to explain. Of course, the search engine gave him a few links to shows pertaining to supernatural beings, some show called Hell Hazers or something, but neither seemed to revolve around Sam or his brother.

To further prove her claim, Zoe showed Sam the images she had downloaded from Tumblr, screen shots of posts, one post involving Jess that he appreciated and gifs though Zoe took care with what she showed him. She didn't want to spoil anything.

She went to bed before Sam did, but she couldn't sleep. She was exhausted, but her mind was racing, a million thoughts firing away. How was she going to get back home? To Deidre? She left Deidre back home, and now her girlfriend was going to arrive to an empty house. How was she going to explain it to her if she got back? Hey, babe, sorry I couldn't call. I was stuck on an alternate dimension with Sam fucking Winchester.

Like that was going to go over well.

Sam was still on his computer when Zoe was finally tired.

When Zoe woke up the next day, she groaned, shifting slightly on her bed, groaning as the sun poked through the window. Whose bright idea was it to open the curtains all the way? Didn't Deidre know that on Sundays she didn't wake up until ten? Zoe searched blindly for her pillow pet – originally her youngest sister's until she took it – but didn't find it. Must have fallen during the night. Ah well. What time was it, anyway?

She turned her head, and opened her eyes, wincing slightly at the bright sun, and felt for her glasses. Once her vision was clear enough, Zoe realized that she was not in her room, and the events of the previous flooded back, causing her sink back into her. Would she ever get back? And more importantly, would she return at the same time she left? She would have no answers for Deidre if she came back years later.

The sound of the door opening snapped her back to reality, her attention turning to the visitor, tensing in case it was a stranger. In a flash of panic, Zoe realized she didn't know Sam's number, but thankfully it was only Sam, holding a brown paper bag.

"Morning," he greeted.

She accepted the food, breakfast tacos, with a quiet thank you while Sam pulled up a chair and ate his own breakfast.

"Sleep well?"

No Sammy. She cried herself to sleep. Is that considered sleeping well with you? She nodded, simply because it was easier. Sam didn't need to know what went on in her head.

Eggs and ham. Her mom always made those in the morning, even when Zoe told her she was getting tired of the same thing. Eggs and some form of meat. Those always made a good breakfast.

"Hey," Sam said, bringing her back from her thoughts, "You okay?"

For a moment, one brief moment she wanted to say no.

"Yeah," she nodded, mustering up enough energy for a smile.

Sam, the more perceptive of the Winchesters, didn't believe her but he let it slide.

"So, tell me about yourself, Zoe," he said, "Got any hobbies?"

"I run, well, ran a blog on Tumblr," she corrected studying her taco.

Oh really?" asked Sam with interest, "What about?"

"The show," she said taking a bite of the taco, "I'd just reblog stuff from other places. Sometimes I'd make gifs. Or photo sets. You and the Trickster are my favorites. And this one character named Samandriel, but he doesn't show up until later in the show. Season eight I think. This is season four, so in five years."

Sam nodded, "Samandriel. Is he a hunter or-?"

Zoe shrugged, "Ally."

Sam looked like he wanted to ask more, but something told him Zoe wasn't going to tell him anymore about who Samandriel was, and Zoe wanted to keep it that way. It was too early in the show to reveal anything about angels.

"What about your parents?" he asked, "Do they watch the show?"

Zoe shook her head, scoffing, "I think my mom was close to shipping me off to a religious retreat. My dad doesn't care. He watches it occasionally, but he's not a fan. My sister's the only other one who watches it, but she's only up to season five and the rest are too young to watch it."

"Were you close to them?" Sam guessed.

She nodded. Hell, she loved them, and missed them. Even her annoying brother who got on her nerves or her sisters who never knew when to shut up or her sister who despite their fights, was always willing to listen. Of course, they became more distant when she started dating Deidre.

All she wanted was to go home. She'd die here especially if Sam just decides to leave her somewhere to live a semi-normal life. Dean would probably not like her. Hell, they'd probably dump her with Bobby or something.

"I guess," Zoe said. "After Deidre and I started dating, we didn't talk as much. Mom tries, but Dad…I mean…we're Mexican. We're supposed to find a nice guy and have kids." She shook her head, "He just stopped talking to me altogether."

And then Sam was hugging her. Zoe hadn't realized she'd been crying, but she decided she didn't care because it got her moose hugs, and allowed Sam to comfort her, who murmured reassuring words while rubbing circles on her back while she cried into his shirt. Great. Now she stained his shirt with tears and snot, but he didn't seem to care so she supposed it was alright.

"Just hang in there, alright?" he said, "Everything's going to be alright. Once Dean comes back, we'll find a way to get you home."

Oh Sammy.

They left town that day. Sam heard about some demons who'd probably know about Lilith, not that Zoe would be joining him on the actual interrogation since she'd just be a liability. During the ride, Sam asked her about life in another world, about the show, her family, her interests. Zoe answered as much as she could about the show without revealing anything important about the future, and if Sam asked to much she'd just keep her mouth shut and not say anything until he changed the subject. But when it came to Dean coming back, Zoe assured him that Dean would come back.

"Winchesters never stay dead," she told him.

Sam left Zoe at the motel room most of the time, sometimes asking her to look up something for him. This became their routine when Sam found a hunt or tracked down some demons, though that didn't mean Zoe spent her time doing nothing while she waited for Sam to return. She passed the time reading John's journal, sometimes asking Sam about certain creatures, or she'd spend her time on Sam's laptop watching videos or surfing the internet. Sam came back with food, healthy things most of the time, and at Zoe's request taught her basic self-defense should something happen to her and he wasn't near. Zoe learned how to stitch up wounds fairly quickly since Sam often came home injured. When they had time to kill, he taught her to shoot.

Ruby dropped by often, and Zoe would often ignore her and go to another room, usually to another room, with the journal or Sam's laptop. Sometimes when Sam sent her on errands, he'd call her in advance to tell her Ruby was in the motel room. That's what Zoe liked about Sam. He understood why she didn't trust Ruby on the basis that she was a demon, and he didn't trust Ruby enough to leave her alone with Zoe, so that was a plus.

They grew close, and Zoe grew comfortable enough to consider Sam as a sort of big brother, though he didn't take her on any hunts, but was always willing to tell her what happened to satisfy her curiosity. Of course, it took time for Zoe to open up enough for Sam, and be willing enough to answer his questions with more emotion. First few days she'd cry, or try not to cry usually, and Sam knowing how she felt, simply held her, using his experience from Dean to calm her down. And then she wouldn't talk for days, unless Sam spoke to her, but even then, she wouldn't say much. It took time, and by September, almost three months since Zoe arrived, she felt much more comfortable, sometimes joking with Sam, or asking him about theories the fans had, and whether there was any truth to them.

They avoided the topic of Dean, though. Zoe had often watched from the seat of the impala as Sam tried to open the Devil's Gates, and fail, and then summon various crossroad demons trying to strike a deal to break Dean out of hell, only to be turned down. They didn't speak to each other on those days, and Zoe didn't press him. Sam seemed to think that he'd be the one to bust Dean out, and Zoe had seen too many episodes and spent too much time with Sam to get in his way. He was too keen on tracking down Lilith and at times it scared her.

Sometimes he'd ask her about the show. Demand answers for things she couldn't, or rather wouldn't answer. Those days they ignored each other, but Sam learned quickly. He stopped asking her about it about a month later.

And all was good between the two.

Until Dean came back.