Surviving Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character's from Supernatural but I would be more than happy to take Dean from them if they wish, but I do own my character Vicki Mclellan (She's scottish by the way). She's based on someone I know.
Author's note: To whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy it and if you do I'll continue, I'd like to ask a little favour though if you could tell me if it sucks or if it's good I'd appreciate it. Thanks...enjoy. This is set during season 6 and after that it'll continue with the episode And then there were none, so it's after Thhe French Mistake, and yes it will follow the plot. Oh my character is Scottish because I am part Scottish, but I love Scotland and my grandmother lives there and I visit every summer and christmas, and it's because I'm in Scotland right now that I decided to write it :P At the start it's set in 2015...don't know why but that year really draws me in...I'm weird that way.
Mental note: If there are words you don't know about let me know and I'll fill you in (scottish slang will be used)
Chapter 1: Bobby Singer's porch
"I found myself in Wonderland
Get back on my feet again
Is this real? Is it pretend?
I'll take a stand until the end" - Alice, Avril Lavigne
July 17th 2015
The long blonde cascade of curls were sprawled out on the pillow, the other side of the room door being banged on, the young woman chose to ignore it and smirked when it stopped and yanked the covers up over her head.
"If you don't get your arse up out of bed you lazy bitch I'll come in with cold water!" The booming came from the other side of the door. The blonde laughed silently and moved the covers and sat up and just then the alarm clock went off and she turned to look at it, her blue eyes gazing over the clock as Avril Lavigne What the Hell began playing.
"VICKI! Are ye up?!"
"AYE!" She shouted back annoyed.
She heard the aggrivated sigh and the thumping footsteps away from the door and moved over to the wardrobe, glancing at herself in the mirror. "Fuck" She huffed noticing the tangles in her hair, she sighed and pulled out her red laced bra and matching panties, her blue ripped jeans and her ramones shirt with her pink vest over lay and opened the door.
"Took your time"
She turned her head to see another blonde, her arms folded.
"Awk, shut it cause you're never late, you slept until three the other week" She muttered going into the bathroom. She closed the door and peeled out of the pajamas before getting under the shower and letting the hot water run over her. She closed her eyes and smiled, today should be good.
She got out and pulled on her clothes before ripping the brush through her long tangled curls, she went into the room and blow dryed her hair, and looked in the mirror as she sat cross legged on the bed, her hair now in a sort of afro style and she she pulled the straightners out.
"Want me to do it Vicki?" The voice came.
"If you wouldn't mind Jen" She grinned.
Jen moved behind her and pulled her hair up so she could do the back, the two had been best friend's since childhood and had moved in together about half a year ago.
When Jen was finished doing her hair she moved off the bed and smiled at her "Hurry up, we've got ten minutes to get there before the train leaves"
"Ano" Vicki replied and rushed around the room.
Jen left the room and Vicki stopped, staring at the poster on her room wall, Jensen Ackles. She shook her head with a grin on her face and put on her deodorant before skipping out the room. She got to the bottom of the stairs and threw on her black converse with the green laces and and then threw on her grey zip up hoodie.
People stared at them as they walked past, Vicki practically skipping towards the train station, her converse scuffing the dirt.
"For a twenty year old you'd think you were a child"
Vicki grinned at her best friend as they ran up the steps for the train, when they got in they sat across from each other and Vicki pulled out her purse from her bag and opened it, getting her money out.
"Think M&D's will be mobbed?" Jen asked.
Vicki shrugged and then smiled "I've only ever been once...and it was...awrite"
"I've went a lot" Jen replied.
Vicki rolled her eyes and they waited until the train started until the ticket man came through and took their money.
One one of the rides, Vicki didn't hold on, her hands up in the air and she laughed but it happened fast when the ride jerked to a stop and she jerked forwards, smashing her forehead off the bar, she was supposed to hold onto.
"You okay?" Someone asked from behind her.
"Aye..thanks" She replied blinking slightly.
She put a finger to her forehead and flinched when she touched the sore spot and then shook her head and continued to have fun, that was until her head started to hurt. After she and her friend had finished what they were doing, they were sitting on the train on their way home.
"That looks bad" He friend said.
"Honestly it's fine" Vicki huffed slightly, her head starting to pound a while after she'd got on another ride.
"You might have a concussion"
"I don't Jen, honestly I'm fine" She said nodding.
"You sure?"
"Positive"
"Right then"
Vicki rolled her eyes and stared out the window "I'm gonna go to the pub...you coming?"
"Nope" Vicki grinned "Have fun...just don't bring the whole of Lanark in with you"
"Shut it"
Vicki smirked and the train stopped "I'll leave the door open"
"Okie dokie"
"Bye"
She walked home and when she got in the house she almost collapsed with the pain, her head thumping. She went into the kitchen and opened the cupboard, bringing out the paracetamol. She took two and peeled out of her clothes, deciding it was best to keep her underwear on, just incase it got too hot during the night and pulled on her grey shirt, that was at least three sizes too big and her black sweat pants, she pulled on her fuzzy boot slippers and sat on her bed.
Before she even got a chance to fall back, her phone began ringing "Hello?" She answered it.
There was silence and she frowned and huffed, hanging up the phone and she fell back onto the bed, just then she remembered that she needed to take the rubbish out. She groaned and sat up, taking her slippers off and grabbing her converse and shoving them on again.
She grabbed the back bags and walked out of the house, she shoved the bag in the rubbish bin and the sky seemed to darken and she looked up, confused for a minute. The middle of the summer and it was dark...she rolled her eyes and went back into the house, just as she was about to take her shoes off her head began to throb more and she fell back onto the ground, her eyes shut.
Bobby Singer was moving around the living room in home and shuffles books about, when a strange thump stops him from continuing. He narrowed his eyes and picked up his gun, slowly moving to the door and yanking it open, his gun pointed but there was nobody there. He rolls his eyes "Paranoid old git" he huffed to himself but then something caught his eyes.
He looked down at the body lying on his porch "What the-" He began, noticing the blood coming from her nose, he dropped the gun and moved out and listened for a pulse. How the hell had she gotten onto his porch? Where the hell had she even come from? He attempted to pick the young blonde up and he put one of her arms around his shoulder and he moved her into the house.
He let her fall onto the couch, the blonde hair falling over her pale face, he moved it so it didn't get covered in the blood seeping from her nose and he quickly cleaned it with a cloth he'd gotten from the kitchen. He stared at her fragile form and noticed the deep bruising on her forehead. Had she tried to get him to help before collapsing? Was something chasing her?
He moved into the kitchen and quickly called Dean, who didn't answer, so he called Sam. WHo picked up nearly straight away.
"Hello?"
"I need you boy's here...now" Bobby said gruffly.
"Why what's going on?"
"Just get here. Idgit" Bobby said and hung up.
No more than an hour or so later, the boy's drove into Bobby's salvage yard and got out of the impala. Bobby stood on the porch waiting on them. When they walked up the steps loudly, Bobby put a finger to his lips telling them to hush and follow him.
They followed him into the living room and stopped, seeing the figure lying on the couch.
"Who is that?" Sam asked staring at the unconscious
"You got me" Bobby replied. "I don't know where she came from"
"Then how did she get in here?"
"She was out on the porch, nose was bleeding...instincts kicked in and I helped her in"
"Was she awake?"
"N-" Before Bobby got to continue the blonde's eyes popped open and she sat up, looking around, her dark blonde hair frizzy slightly.
"What the fuck.." She said looking around, she hadn't noticed them in the doorway yet.
She got up, her legs wobbly and when she turned she almost fell back on her ass, she stared at the three men, she tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes. She then shut them and squeezed them tightly for a minute before opening them again.
"I'm dead" She muttered.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
She stared at him, not answering.
"I asked you a question"
"And I didn't answer" She snapped back.
He seemed to be taken back by her small outburst.
"Miss are you okay?"
"No. I'm dead" She said.
Her accent seemed to catch Sam Dean and Bobby off guard.
"What do you mean..." Bobby said.
"I'm standing in a room with Sam and Dean Winchester...and Bobby Singer...so I'm dead"
They all began to panic slightly and Dean then pulled his gun out from his jeans and aimed it at her and she let out a shriek and jamp back, looking for some sort of salvation.
"How do you know who we are"
"What?" She laughed.
"You said our names!" Dean snapped.
"You're not...you can't be...you're not real!" She cried.
"What do you mean?" Bobby asked.
"Tv...show" She managed to breathe out.
"Tv show?" Sam asked and then looked to Dean who glanced at him but then kept his eyes on the young woman in front of him.
"Yeah...Supernatural" She said nodding. "God I think about that show waaaay too much"
"You watch that?" Sam asked.
She eyed him and then slowly nodded.
"So you'll know about us?" Dean asked.
She bit her lip but nodded in response again and then looked around.
"Okay. I'm Sam Winchester that's Dean and that's Bobby Singer"
"No. That is impossible. I hit my head too hard"
"How did you hit your head?" Bobby asked. "You have a bruise"
She put her hand up to it and flinched when she touched it.
"How did you do it?" Bobby asked, trying to encourage her to talk more.
"I was at this...um place with my friend and I hit my head off the bar I was supposed to be holding onto because it stopped too fast" She blurted out.
"How did you end up here?" Sam asked.
"How am I supposed to know?"
He shrugged slightly "How do we know she's not lying?" Dean asked.
"We don't" Bobby said.
They stared at her, to see if she'd try and deny it but she just stared back at them.
"Think I'm lying all you want" She snapped finally "I'm not"
"We don't know that...you could be a demon...a shifter...vampire..." Dean said.
Her blue eyes narrowed at him and her face turned to a glare "How do I know you're real?!" She said.
He seemed, yet again, taken back by her words.
"Last thing I remember is my head's pounding...and then I wake up on a couch!"
"That's not really our problem" He said.
"Dean" Sam said shooting his brother a glare.
She then looked up at the ceiling, noticing the devil's trap and she stared up at it.
"Step out of it" Dean smirked.
She stepped forwards reluctantly, she loved this show...the amount of times she watched it a day since she was a kid and yet...she was terrified considering the fact that her favourite character had a gun pointed at her. She stepped out of the circle and titled her head at him in an almost smug way.
"Right so..you're not a demon" Sam said putting his hands up.
"I'm not anything. I'm human" She replied.
"We don't know that" Dean said with a smirk. "There's a knife out in the trunk"
Both Bobby and Sam looked at him and then at the girl, who's eyes widened.
"You are not coming anywhere near me with a knife"
"Scared of knives?" Dean asked.
"I need help with the bags anyway" Sam said glancing at the girl.
She glared at him and then Bobby and Sam went out of the house.
Dean turned to look out the window and she moved back, grabbing the poker from the stand and when he turned, she whacked him over the head with it.
"Son of a bitch!" He roared and she dropped it, running to the front door and running out of it.
Both Sam and Bobby looked up and seen her sprint and she stopped seeing them and they blocked her way out of there and she breathed heavily. She turned seeing Dean come out from the house, the blood trickling down his forehead and she sighed aggravated.
"We don't wanna hurt you" Sam said.
"Like hell we don't!" Dean roared from behind her. "Grab her Sam"
Sam went towards her and put his arms up, making it look like he wasn't going to hurt her but he jamp at her and she let out a shriek and her fist connected with his jaw and he fell back in surprise. He stared up at her.
"Sorry!" She cried and ran around him.
"Bobby!" Dean shouted.
She took off running again, sprinting towards the gate to get the hell away from them. They were insane, there was no possible way they could be Sam and Dean...or even Bobby at the thought of it.
"Come on now...we just want to help" Bobby said.
"No you just wanna slice me open to see if I'm a monster"
"It's just one cut"
She shook her head furiously and then spotted Sam getting up and Dean moving beside him. This was her chance...she needed to get away from them. She caught Bobby off guard by ducking under him and sprinting for it.
"That little bitch is fast" Dean growled but he ran for it too. But I'm faster.
When he ran out the gate and looked around, she was nowhere to be seen.
"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.
Just then a loud thump made them whirl around and they seen her lying on top of one of the cars she grunted and slid off, landing on her ass on the ground. She looked up and seen them, scrunching up her face in confusion. Dean moved over to her and gripped her tightly, pulling her up to her feet.
He shook his head when she tried to throw a punch at him and he pinned her to the car, she was breathing heavily, till squirming underneath his touch and he put his hand back, Bobby handed him the knife and she gaped at it and then at him and he held her still and sliced her arm, and she let out a yelp,, not because it hurt but because the blade was cold.
"She's not a shifter" Bobby said from behind Dean.
Dea stared down at her and she stared right back up at him, there was no fear in her eyes, though he knew she was scared and he only knew that because of her breathing and she was shaking under him.
"What do we do with her now?" Dean asked "Cause I vote we send her on her way"
"Dean" Sam said "She has no idea where she is"
"So?"
Something then connected with Dean's groin and he fell back on his ass and glared up at her.
"She just tried to go" Bobby said "And it looked like she couldn't"
Dean tackled her to the ground and stared down at her, eyeing her furiously, his groin still hurting, she squirmed underneath him.
"Get off me!" She growled.
"Don't think so sweetheart"
"GET OFF ME!" She shrieked but Dean didn't even flinch at her tone. He held her hands above her head and trapped her legs under him so she couldn't try anything.
"We need to figure out somethings before we send her anywhere"
She closed her eyes It's just a bad dream She told herself. I'm gonna wake up in my bed She opened her eyes and they connected with Dean's and she let out a frustrated growl.
"Come on let's get her inside" Sam said and Dean moved off her, yanking her up roughly with him. She stumbled away from him when he shoved her. She didn't remember Dean ever being so harsh with people...not that she could blame him, she'd hit him over the head with a poker and then kicked him in the groin.
When they went into the house Sam sat her down and sat in front of her. "What's your name"
"Vic...Victoria" She stammered, he noticed how pale and with-drawn looking she'd become. "Vicki"
"Okay, Vicki" He said. "Where are you from?"
"Scotland"
"We got that" Dean said and moved so he was behind Sam, he patted Sam's shoulder and Sam moved back and then cold liquid hit her face and she let out a yelp, jumping up.
"What the hell was that!"
"Holy water"
She glared at him, her eyes glazed over and she sat back down rubbed her now wet face, wiping the now fresh tears rolling from her eyes. She wanted to go home.
"Can you tell us something?" Sam asked.
She stared at him waiting for him to ask.
"We need you to prove that you're not lying to us"
"Why would I lie?"
"Why would you run?" Dean asked.
"Because you're not real, I'm out of it or something" She said shaking her head.
"Tell us something...about us" Sam said.
"What year is it?" She asked ignoring his question.
"It's 2011" He said.
She heaved a sigh, her cheeks puffing out and she put her face in her hands and leaned forward, the feeling of sickness washing over her.
"Tell us something...only we would know"
She looked back up at dn rubbed her face before sitting back and folding her arms.
"Your Sam Winchester born 1983 six months after you were born your mother died in your nursery. That's Dean born four years before you, he carried you out of the house that night of the fire. You've hunted since then, That's Bobby Singer. Lost his wife to a demon possession"
"Anybody supernatural could know that" Dean said.
"What else do you want me to say?" She asked.
"Tell us something that's happened recently" Sam said.
"You drank demon blood. You let Lucifer out of the cage and you were in hell"
"Something else" Sam pressed.
"Dean spent a year with Lisa and Ben living some fucked up apple pie life" She said rolling her eyes.
"Shut up. Wasn't fucked up" Dean stated.
"Right" She said with a grunt.
"Can you tell us anything else?" Bobby asked.
"You fought dragons" She said.
"Okay" Sam said "Thanks...we were in your world with the TV show"
She shrugged as if she couldn't care less and looked away from them. All three men went into the kitchen as Vicki sat in the living room. Thousands of thoughts etching her mind. How was she supposed to get home? How did she get here? Was she dreaming?
"Well now we know she's not lying...what do we do?" Sam asked.
"Tie her up and leave her in the basement?" Dean suggested.
"Dean" Sam warned.
"What? We don't know who she is! She could be a danger to all of us"
"I might be able to help with that" A voice said.
They all whirled to see Castiel and they stared at him.
"How are you supposed to do that"
Castiel just sighed and walked past them into the living room, Vicki jumped at the sight of him but momentarily relaxed when she realized it was just him. He moved in front of her.
"This might hurt"
"What might hurt..." She began but before she knew it, his hand was being pressed into her, she let out a cry but he covered her mouth with her hand and the pain radiated through her. Castiel abruptly pulled back and staggered slightly before gaping at her in confusion.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Your essence isn't like anything I've seen before" he said tilting his head.
"I don't even now what that means!" She gasped, holding her stomach.
"Keep her safe for now" Castiel said before vanishing.
"That hurt?" Dean smirked.
"Shut up!" She snapped, trying to close her eyes and ignore them.
He was starting to get under her skin, and he was annoying her and never once did she think she'd say that about Dean Winchester. Then again before he wasn't real and now...her world had been just ripped away from her and turned upside down and now she had to survive, survive this whole thing...how was she supposed to do that?