Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or this small piece of song.

A/N: Just to let you know, this story sort of just wrote itself. This was nowhere near to what I had planned at first.

This small section in the lyrics of White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane seems to fit the story. I don't know why but to me it does.

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When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's "of with her head!"

Remember what the dormouse said:

"FEED YOUR HEAD

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FEED your head"

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"Ugh, my head hurts. Come on man. I didn't party that hard." Dean rubbed his forehead before he realized something was wrong. He looked around and his senses went haywire. "Oh man, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," he whispered.

He frowned as he realized something else. Where was his brother? "Sammy!" he called.

"It's Sam," a voice from behind him corrected. Dean turned and saw his brother's lanky frame sitting upright also rubbing his head like if he had a splintering headache and just like Dean, Sam also looked around in confusion. "Where are we? Weren't…weren't we just at the motel?"

Dean nodded, "We were." He grimaced, "Have you looked at this place. It doesn't exactly look like planet earth."

"It doesn't look like anything, actually."

The brothers took in the extremely white walls of the hall way. Even the floor was white. The only speck of color that they could make out from their position was some dark green letters written on the only door in the hall. Sam got up on unsteady legs to look at it.

"Hey Dean, come and look at this."

Dean walked over and looked. His eyes opened wide at what he saw. "What the hell?"

Sam nodded too. He pointed, "The sign reads Supernatural. Kinda weird, don't you think?"

"Definitely," Dean agreed. He looked closer at the door. "Dude, it has a peep hole."

"Do you want to look through it or should I?" Sam asked.

"How 'bout we both look," Dean offered.

"Sounds good to me," Sam conceded.

Together, they leaned and looked in. They saw their motel room and their stuff lying around. Dean took a step back from the door and said, "Whoa! Okay I'm officially freaked. What the hell is happening? I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something."

"Yeah, this is weird, even for us." Sam looked at the door knob before grabbing it. He tried to open the door but it was locked. It just wouldn't budge. Sam sighed and looked back at Dean. "I think we might be stuck here."

Dean threw his hands up and started pacing, "Oh great. This is just terrific. Why do we always have to have the bad luck?"

"Dean, calm down. Let's just…look around and see if we find another door that isn't locked," Sam said.

"Right, because God knows how many more magical doors lead to our motel room," Dean said with sarcasm.

Sam rolled his eyes and started walking down the hall, "Whatever man. It's worth a try. Maybe we might even find the key lying around here somewhere."

Dean caught up and gave him a 'are you kidding' look. "Dude, do you honestly believe the key is just going to be lying around for us just to take?"

"No but, it looks like the rules don't apply in this place. Anything could happen."

"Yeah, anything could happen, bad or good."

"Dean! Could you just shut up? You, thinking about all the negative things, aren't helping any," Sam snapped as he looked at his older brother.

Dean just shrugged, "Hey, someone has to think about this stuff so at least one of us is prepared for anything."

Suddenly, the brothers stopped and looked around. Now, instead of a white hall way, they were standing in a huge, black room with stairs leading up and down and doors leading to different rooms.

Dean looked behind and saw the glowing whiteness of the walls in the hall before looking forward again and shaking his head.

"What the hell?"

Both brothers snapped their heads up and looked around.

"Did you hear that?" Sam asked Dean quietly.

"Yeah," Dean affirmed. "Sounded like it was coming from our right. Want to go and check it out?"

Sam nodded firmly, "Maybe the person knows what's going on."

"Ditto."

They walked stealthily towards where the sound had come from. As they got closer, they heard curses and shouts. The voice sounded like a girl's.

"Fang! Where are we?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I'm just as clueless as you."

As Sam and Dean rounded the corner, the voices abruptly stopped. Sam and Dean traded a look. Just as they were about to peek around and look, two figures with amazing speed, shot out and pinned them both to the wall.

Dean immediately kicked out, catching the boy on the chest and knocking the wind out of him. The boy recovered quickly and gave Dean a dark glare with his dark eyes before jumping up and punching Dean on the side. Dean had managed to move aside so it hadn't done much damage.

Sam, on the other hand, was facing off with a female. She had long, dirty blonde hair and she was very tall but not as tall as Sam and a couple inches smaller than the darker boy.

"Who are you? What do you want with us?" the girl asked, her voice laced with steel.

Sam blinked and shook his head, "We were about to ask you the same question."

She frowned and her fighting stance relaxed a bit, "You mean you also don't have any idea where you are?"

Sam shook his head, "Not a clue. First we were in one place, and then we were here."

"So you're not going to hurt us?" the girl asked suspiciously.

"Why would we? We don't even know you. My brother and I just want to get out of here," Sam answered truthfully.

She nodded, "Alright. But don't try anything funny or you're going to get it."

"Uh-him," Dean coughed as he dodged the blows that the boy was giving him, "a little help here. Tell your boyfriend to back off."

Immediately, the boy stopped and glared at him, "Max is not my girlfriend."

"And he is not my boyfriend. Ever, so don't you dare say that again unless you want me to kick your ass," the girl, Max, said with a deadly tone.

Dean grinned and brushed himself off, "Yeah whatever. Could've fooled me."

Max and the boy bristled and Sam gave his brother a look to just shut up. Dean listened and his face went blank.

Sam turned towards Max. "My name's Sam Winchester and that's my brother Dean."

"Max and he's Fang," she said.

Dean grinned, "Fang? What the hell kinda name is that? Should have gone with Shadow or Ozzy."

Fang started to take a step towards Dean, his fists balled, but Max stopped him. "Calm down, Fang. He's just being a pain in the ass." Max looked over at Sam and smirked, "I take it that's the way he just is, huh?"

Sam smiled, "Yeah. That's Dean for you."

"Hey, I'm standing right next to you," Dean said with irritation.

"We know," Sam and Max said at the same time.

"So how'd you get here," Dean ask, changing the subject.

Max shrugged, "We were just sleeping with our, uh, family when all of a sudden we woke up and here we were."

"Where exactly did you wake up at?" Sam asked.

"We can show you. It's just inside this room," Max said.

The brothers followed the two strangers and couldn't help but notice their bulky backs. Like if there was something big hiding there.

"Here," Max pointed.

Sam looked around and saw a door and just like before, the door had letters engraved on it except these letters were blue. It read Maximum Ride in blue script.

"Maximum Ride," Dean read aloud.

"W-what? How did you know my full name?" Max asked. She looked like she was going to attack the brothers again.

Dean looked at here. "Oh," he said with faked surprise. He pointed at the words, "it's written right here on the door."

"This one also has a peep hole," Sam observed. He looked through it and saw a park and a group of kids sleeping on the trees. Sam sucked a breath.

They had wings.

Sam retreated and looked over at Max and Fang in shock.

Dean looked at his little brother with worry and snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Sam, Sammy. You okay?"

Sam gulped and looked directly at Max. "You have wings," he stated.

Max took a step back and stared at Sam like a deer caught in the head lights. "How did you know? Are you working for the school?"

Sam shook his head, "No. I looked through the peep hole. I saw your family. They have wings."

Now Max looked confused. "You looked through the peep hole and figured it out? Is that even possible?"

"No. I think this might be a trap," Fang spoke up as he gave Sam a penetrating stare.

"We're not," Dean interrupted. "If you don't believe us, then just look for yourself." With that, Dean and Sam stepped aside from the door to allow the bird kids the chance to look.

Hesitantly, Max stepped forward followed closely by Fang.

"I'll watch these two," Fang said. "You look."

Max nodded and placed her eye over the peep hole. She sucked a breath as she saw her flock sleeping peacefully and unaware that both Fang and her were missing and stuck in a wacko place. She looked away and grabbed the knob. She twisted and turned but it was locked. She couldn't get to them.

"It's no use. I tried to open our door too but it was locked just like yours," Sam said as he noticed Max's face of frustration.

She growled and kicked the door. Fang was by her side and tried to calm her down. "Easy there Max. We'll get back to the flock soon."

She laughed and said, "Right. This is all so strange, stranger than normal. I feel like we're trapped in the freakin' Twilight Zone. I can practically hear the music playing."

"Funny you say that, see that's what I said too," Dean put in.

"So what do we do now? How do we get back to where we're supposed to be?" Fang asked. He looked between Sam and Dean for an answer.

Sam and Dean shrugged. "We don't know, but whatever brought us here, it's for a reason," Dean said.

"Whoa, whoa, back up!" Max said. "What do you mean by that? Did someone bring us here?"

"I didn't say someone, I said a what," Dean corrected.

Max shook her head, "Like what? Erasers? Whitecoats?"

Now it was Dean's turn to blink. "What the hell are Erasers and Whitecoats?"

"Erasers are half wolf and human. They're blood thirsty and they live for trying to kill us," Max explained.

"Whitecoats are what we call the scientists that created us and the Erasers," Fang finished.

Dean stared at them and then whistled, "Okay, I wasn't expecting that."

"So you were experimented on?" Sam asked.

Fang nodded, "Yeah, ever since we were inside our mother's womb."

"Well, in answer to your question Max, no. But that Eraser thing was pretty close. Not exactly the same thing what with those things being man made and all. No, we're talking more about the supernatural kind, you know like demons and ghosts. That kinda stuff," Dean explained.

Max's and Fang's mouth literally dropped open.

Dean chuckled, "Don't want to catch flies now do you?"

Max shook her head and said, "You're crazy. Demons? Ghosts? Jeez and I thought I had issues."

"Join the club," Dean muttered.

"So what are you? Ghostbusters or something?" Max asked as she looked at Dean and Sam more closely.

Sam was actually surprised at how easily she accepted the idea that demons and ghosts existed.

"Oh hell no. We're much cooler," Dean smiled his cocky smile.

Max smirked at Dean, "Yeah right. Even cooler than kids with wings?"

Dean shrugged, "Probably. I'm not sure seeing as I haven't seen anything feathery come out of your back."

Max smiled and then she snapped her white wings with brown splotches out. She stretched them out as far as they could go giving Dean one of her cocky smiles. "You were saying."

"That those are some of the most awesome things I have ever seen," Dean finished. "Sign me up for those." Dean nudged Sam, "How about you bro?"

Sam shook his head, "I think I'll pass."

Max pulled her wings back in and looked over smiling at a horrified Fang. She frowned at him, "What?"

"You just showed them your wings."

"So?"

"So? Is that all you're going to say? What is the matter with you? Max," Fang scolded.

Max put her hands on her hips and gave Fang a glare. "Listen, Fang. I'm the leader and I think we can trust them. That Dean guy doesn't seem that bad and Sam, well he's nice."

Fang shook his head, "Since when do you go around trusting people?"

"Since I woke up in a strange place and only those two seem to have a clue as to what's going on," Max fumed.

Dean waved his arm at them, "Hello? I think we should start moving on and look for a way to get out."

"Come on," Sam said as he headed back out. "Let's explore."

"You know I really wish I had my .45 with me," Dean said next to Sam.

"I know. Heck I'd even feel better if we had salt or holly water with us. This place has nothing and we have no way of protecting ourselves."

"There's always the good ole' fist and boot," Max offered as she caught up with the brothers.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you can use those? How old are you anyway?"

Max's mouth twitched, "What does it matter how old I am. All that matters is that I'm good enough to safe your ass when it's important."

"Point taken," Dean agreed.

"We're 14," Fang said.

Max pushed him, "Thanks a lot Fang."

"Hey, you showed them your wings first."

"So you're getting back at me? That's real mature, Fang." Max's voice was heavy with sarcasm.

"You two are 14?" Sam asked in disbelief. "You're so tall."

"Bird genes make us taller and lighter," Max explained.

"Well I'm 27 years old and Sammy here is 24. That makes us the adults so listen up kids," Dean instructed.

Max punched Dean on the arm hard and said, "Call us kids again and the next one is going to land here, here, and here." She pointed at his other arm, abdomen, and face.

Dean looked at her crossly while rubbing his arm, "Jeez girl. You hit freakin' hard."

Max crossed her arms over her chest, "We're faster and stronger than humans like you. You guys are just so fragile, it's laughable."

"Guys, just stop. Let's just concentrate on finding a way out of this place," Sam intervened. He looked at both Max and Dean warningly.

Everyone stiffened as a sound drifted to their ears.

"You did this didn't you?" someone snarled.

"I already told you dog. I had nothing to do with it. I'm just as confused as you," a voice responded with annoyance.

"Like if I'm going to believe a filthy blood sucker like you," the other voice snarled back.

"Don't tell me," Max began.

"Sounds to me like those two don't get along very well," Fang said with amusement.

"Looks like there are more people like us trapped here," Sam said as he started to walk towards the two new voices but Dean held him back.

He looked intently at his younger brother. "Didn't you hear? They called each other Dog and Blood Sucker. Doesn't that seem strange?"

Sam stopped to think about it and nodded. "Yeah, I mean. We met Max and Fang and they're not exactly human."

"And we're not exactly normal," Dean put in.

"So what do you think we should do?"

"I think we should take this slow," Dean began.

"Screw it. I'll just fly up high and get a bird's eye few from above," Max said.

Dean looked at her, "Okay, or we can do what you just said."

"Or we can just meet them now seeing as how they're right in front of us," Fang said next to them. They followed his line of vision and saw two figures standing to their side.

One was really pale with bronze hair and golden eyes. The other was a giant with reddish-brown skin and long glossy black hair. They were standing far apart from each other.

Immediately Sam, Dean, Max, and Fang took fighting stances.

Dean looked at the tall guy and then at his brother. "Jeez, Sam. Compared to that guy, you're a shrimp."

"Put a sock in it, Dean," Sam responded with irritation.

"Excuse me," the pale guy began. "Do you know where we are?"

"Well if we did, we would have so been out of here. As it is, we don't know how to get out," Dean said wearily.

"Damn it! Can you at least explain why we saw our home on the other side of a locked door with red letter saying Twilight?" the tall guy exploded.

Sam shook his head, "I'm sorry but if we told you, it would only be theory that's in work in progress."

Dean looked at his brother and even Max and Fang gave him weird looks. Sam looked back and shrugged, "Okay, I think I know where we are but it sounds so far fetched, I'm not even sure I believe it myself."

"Well don't leave us in suspense Sammy. Tell us what you came up with using that Geek brain of yours."

Sam rolled his eyes but said, "I think we're stuck between different dimensions. You know, like we have our own world and they have their own. I haven't figured out how we got stuck here yet. I'm pretty sure someone brought us here though."

The tall guy laughed and started to walk away shaking his head, "This is great. I'm stuck with a leech and a couple of nut jobs."

"Jacob," the pale boy called out. "We should stick together."

The Jacob guy turned back with a murderous glare at him, "Don't tell me what to do leech!"

The pale boy didn't even flinch. Not even blink and Dean had to admit that the boy had guts.

Suddenly the pale boy turned to look at Sam in astonishment and said, "You think some God is doing this?"

Sam took a step back, "How the hell did you know that? I never even said anything."

Dean looked between them and then said to the pale boy, "Alright buddy. It's time for you to start explaining yourself."

He shook his head, "I'm not going to hurt you Dean or any of you for that matter. I'm just trying to get back home to Bella and my family." Then he looked back at Sam and said, "I'm not like those vampires. The vampires from my world are different."

Suddenly it dawned on Sam, "You can read minds."

"What!" Dean said.

The pale boy nodded but frowned as he turned towards Max and Fang, "Your thoughts are different to pull apart. You're thinking too much. Both of you."

Max stepped back, "Yeah well, now you can't read anything." And then the pale boy blinked in shock. She grinned, "See. Having a mind reader in the family, you learn a few things. Isn't that right Fang?"

Fang nodded.

The pale boy recovered quickly, "My name's Edward Cullen."

"I guess you already know who we are just by reading our minds, right Edward," Sam concluded.

Edward nodded, "That's right."

Dean pointed towards Jacob, "And who's that guy?"

Jacob growled, "My name's Jacob Black. Since you already know he's a vampire, there's no harm in saying how I'm a werewolf."

This time, even Max and Fang bolted into shock. They moved forward with balled fists and stared coldly at Jacob.

"An Eraser," Max stated. She gave Jacob an icy glare.

Both Sam and Dean held their new companions from fighting with the big guy.

"Actually, I don't think he's an Eraser. He comes from Edward's world so he's different from what we think of them," Sam concluded.

Jacob nodded, "That's right. I come from a descended of strong wolf blood."

"Whoa are you…are you telling us you're born a werewolf?" Dean asked in disbelief.

Jacob nodded.

"Shit! This is getting too freakin' weird. First some experimented kids and then a vampire and a werewolf. Hey, Sam? Are you sure we're not dreaming?" Dean asked.

"Yeah Dean, this is real all right," Sam said giving his brother a sympathetic look.

They all stood there for a while absorbing everything.

"So," Max began. "What do we do now?"

In answer to her question, a bright white light surrounded them. They all squeezed their eyes shut and held their hands in front of their faces.

The light slowly disappeared and they all parted their eyes open slowly.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter in this weird and strange story. Read and Review if you want me to post more!

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