Story title → Down The Rabbit Hole
Pairings → Dean/OC Reagan, Sam/OC Donna
Type → Loosely based on series, from 8x12
Rating → T for language, might change to M
Summary → Reagan and Donna are roommates with completely different personalities but share one common passion: 'Supernatural'. One night, out of nowhere, they end up inside the world of their favourite TV show. What's so important about these two seemingly ordinary girls that's of importance to the angels and demons?
Disclaimer → I own nothing which is in any way featured on or related to 'Supernatural'. I only own Reagan and Donna and any other character not mentioned in the series.
Since my current stories aren't getting any reviews, I thought I'd start yet another story, this time not completely AU. The first couple chapters all date before 8x13. I hope everyone likes it and reviews!
Chapter 1
"What's so special about this TV show anyway?" Marc asked his two co-workers as they preparing to close up the coffee shop. He was referring to Supernatural, a TV show he wouldn't watch in a million years. Ghosts? Monsters? Daddy issues? Pass! Reagan and Donna stopped wiping the tables, glancing up from their cloths, glaring at him. He laughed nervously. "Wrong question to ask?"
"It's a show about bravery, loyalty, family!" Reagan replied.
"Yeah, topped off with great music, mild gore and hot male leads." Donna chimed in, and sighed dreamily at the thought of the male leads.
"What, Jared and Johnson? They're not half as hot as I am. And look at me, I'm practically a hermit!" he exclaimed. Donna scoffed and tossed her dirty cloth at him, hitting his chest really hard.
"Jensen." she told him. "His name is Jensen. Not Johnson. Not Justin. Jensen."
"If they're not so attractive, how come they're married to equally attractive women?" Reagan raised an eyebrow at his friend. "That girl you drooled over while watching the lesbian scene on The Roommate? Jensen's wife."
"And have you seen them shirtless?! Hot damn, I think I have a lady boner now..."
After a brief moment of silence, he asked, "I am never going to win this argument, am I?"
"Nope." Reagan replied with a grin, while at the same time Donna said, "Not in a million years."
"Okay, why don't I finish up here and you girls can go watch your TV show? It's the least I can do after covering my shifts last week." he smiled.
Reagan smiled, taking off her apron as Donna did the same. "Hey, it's the least we could do. Your girlfriend just had a baby. You had to be with them, help around the house and stuff."
"And besides, how long has it been since you and your girlfriend fucked real good huh?"
"God, Donna, sometimes your mouth runs ahead of your brain." Reagan frowned, picking up their bags.
"Girl thinks with her vag." Marc commented, shaking his head as he started wiping the picture frames clean.
"That's what I was about to say!" Reagan exclaimed.
Donna lifted up her middle finger. "We'll get going now. We still need to pick Buddy up from Elaine's, pick up the laundry and buy junk food." Buddy was the girls' golden Lab Retriever. They adopted him when they first moved in together. "So, shall we head out, Donna?" Reagan told her friend, putting on her beanie. It was an unusually chilly night outside, considering they lived in Charleston, and all Reagan and Donna managed to find at the back of the café place they worked at was a beanie each. They had no jackets, just a thin cardigan for Reagan and a denim shirt for Donna.
"Yeah, let's get goin' before the convenience store closes up. I need to buy nachos." The girls said their goodbyes to their colleagues and headed out. It was so cold outside Donna was whining and moaning about how her DMs weren't enough to keep her feet at room temperature... and usually Reagan was the whiny one. They quickly made it over to Elaine's—a close friend and dog-sitter—and the convenience store, and finally it was time to go home, take a hot shower and watch their favourite show.
Their personalities were enough to give away which character from 'Supernatural' they liked: loud, food-loving, sexy Donna had her eyes on (and all over) Dean Winchester, while shy, smart, cautious Reagan was attracted to her counterpart Sam. At the end of each episode, the two would often have heated discussions over which brother is better: Donna, siding with Dean, would say Sam's too much of a wuss, while Reagan stuck to Sam's side and argued that Dean only cares about himself (and, she'd add silently, his downstairs brain).
"So..." Donna said while munching on a pretzel she bought. "You're gonna take the shower first today right? And I'm cooking again?"
"I think it's better if I cook tonight, because I've had enough noodles this week to satisfy me for a month. I can whip us up a quick rice salad."
"Ugh, salad." Reagan shook her head, chuckling. Donna and salad weren't the best of friends. "I'll stick to my noodles. You can make your rice salad."
Buddy started fidgeting, whining and growling. The girls frowned. "Hey Buddy, what's wrong, boy?" Reagan asked him softly as she kneeled down to comfort him. It was very unusual for Buddy to act this way. Suddenly, the wind started picking up, making the girls squeal, shielding their eyes with their arms. Buddy barked loudly, staring into the bleak darkness.
"What the fuck's happening?!" Donna exclaimed, and grunted when a branch scratched her hand. "Wind wasn't mentioned on the fucking forecast!"
"My hair!" Reagan whined. "Ugh, I can't see a thing!" The wind slowed its pace once the girls and their dog approached an open road. "Thank god that's over." She looked at her friend. "Charleston never had wind like that."
"I know right..." Donna replied breathlessly, and frowned. "Hold on a sec... Reagan, do you remember a highway on the other side of the park?"
"What're you—?" Reagan blinked, realising they were standing at a highway. She looked at either side of her. Empty. Immediately, she started panicking. "Where are we? This is definitely not Charleston!"
Buddy started sniffing the unfamiliar ground, whining. Donna, failing to hide the worry and panic that washed her, sighed. "Damn if I knew... Maybe we lost our way in the wind and ended up one town over?"
"Donna, we know this town with our eyes closed!" she cried, tears in her eyes. She angrily started walking the opposite direction. "I mean, how the hell did we end up in... in..." She stopped crying, picking up something from the ground. "Kansas."
Donna furrowed her eyebrows and jogged towards Reagan, holding tightly onto Buddy's leash. "How can we be in Kansas? That's like twenty hours away!"
Reagan turned round, clutching a piece of newspaper in her free hand (the other was still holding their bags. "See? It specifically says..." She showed the front page to Donna, her finger indicating the name of the place. "Lebanon, Kansas."
"Maybe... Maybe it came form somewhere else. Shit happens. We find paper from the next town all the time." Donna scoffed. Deep down, she was still curious as to where they were, but it definitely wasn't somewhere twenty hours away from their home.
"You're telling me this thing flew from twenty hours away?"
"Shit happens."
"Well... if shit happens..." Reagan smirked as she stood under a big billboard. "... then tell me how this giant billboard transported itself twenty hours away from here, hm?"
Donna looked up and her eyes opened wide. The sign indicated that they were on route 281 to Lebanon, Kansas. "Okay... now I'm seriously shitting myself."
"We're... Are we in an alternative universe? Abducted by aliens? Cos I sure as hell have no clue what's going on here." Reagan said, starting to cry once more. "Our clothes, our food, my warm bed, my book collection...! We have nothing!"
"And we're gonna miss 'Supernatural' tonight! First time in eight fucking years!" Donna exclaimed. "That's something I never thought I'd say in any type of lifetime of mine."
"We're stranded in the middle of nowhere, in a place we've never been in our lives, and you're worried about the show?! We can watch it online! Right now all I care about is getting back to my house. My bed!" Reagan yelled, panting after she finished her rant.
"Whoa... Calm down, girl." Donna told her friend, putting an arm round her neck. "We're gonna be okay. On the bright side, we have food and a few clothes with us. We can always find a job and rent a room."
"Yeah... you're right..." Reagan murmured. "So, uh, should we head into town or what?" They started walking aimlessly. "So, you got any theories as to what just happened to us?"
"We got sucked in an alternative universe? Time travelling? Hurricane Tits-Up blew us five states over?" Donna tried guessing, earning a sour, dead-panned look. "Or... it could be we're in the 'Supernatural' world."
"You do know all you just said makes no sense at all right? Alternative universe? Time travel? Set your priorities right!"
"Imagine if we were sucked into their world! And we met!" Donna gushed, and groaned inwardly. "Mmmmmmm, me and Dean fucking every night... you and Sam reading books."
"Donna, stop talking." Reagan told her. "That stuff only happens in movies and stories. Let's just head to town, ask for a room and discuss what happened to us tomorrow morning okay? Because I'm really tired. And I'm sure the ice-cream we bought is melted by now."
"We're stranded in the middle of nowhere, in a place we've never been in our lives, and you're worried about the ice-cream melting?" Donna mimicked her friend, smirking. She earned the middle finger in return, making her laugh weakly "But you're right: we're all tired and traumatised about what happened. Motel and sleep it is."
[In case you're probably wondering who's who in the cover photo, Donna is the redhead (Karen Gillan) and Reagan is the brunette (Jenna Louise Coleman).]