A/N: Hello! Thanks for checking out my story! For those who've read it before, this is a bit like my Torchwood rewrite, just, you know, set in Supernatural and with another OC. For those who haven't read my Torchwood rewrite before: the OC is a twenty-two year old Welshwoman. I'm writing in second person POV but the OC will have its own name inside the story and everything. Well it will be a fake name. You'll understand later. Her real name and looks are up to the reader. Again, thank you for checking out this story and I hope you like it!
Prologue.
So many things could have alarmed you.
It might be the fact that someone was knocking furiously on your front door for no apparent reason, and—you're still struggling to remember what you were thinking at the time — you packed all your most valuable possessions plus a few sets of spare clothes before running out the back of your house and running into the woods.
But then, the scenery changed. A second ago, you could see your house, if you looked back, but now you don't. And even the woods have changed. Instead, you see some sort of clearing in front of you. You hear a strange noise, and suddenly, you get all freaked out and start running again. And then you're running out of the woods and into some sort of road, and you almost get hit by a car.
You don't even have to check yourself out in a reflexion to know that you look pretty freaked out, your eyes probably so wide it would be impossible for them to grow wider, you're panting, after that freaky running you did just because you suddenly panicked, and now you almost get hit by a car. Brilliant.
"Hey!" Two men get out of the car that you recognise, but your mind still hasn't processed it yet. You can't hear anything else. Your heart is beating too loud, and you can't hear anything else except that and you feel as if your heart's going to be ripped out of your chest.
"Hey! Hey! You all right?" one of the men asks you, and you shake your head to at least give them a straight answer so they can move on, but finally, your mind processes what it's seeing, and your jaw drops.
"It's—I'm fine—Oh my God—it can't be—" You make a step back involuntarily. "I—I know you! Oh my God… This can't be — this can't possibly be — I'm bonkers, I'm totally bonkers," you mutter to yourself and turn back, running into the woods, overwhelmed by fear and confusion.
"Wait!" You hear them shout but you can't stop. You run and run and run until you're out of breath. Tears start rolling down your face, and you lean against a tree while catching your breath. They didn't come after you, apparently. You sigh, relieved.
"I can't believe it," you mutter to yourself, still gasping for air, as you close your eyes. You don't know how much time you spend like that, with your eyes closed, your breathing slowing down, but it can't have been much more than an hour when you hear a branch creak and you jump, your eyes snapping open.
"Hey." One of the men you saw earlier is here, raising his hands, as if to prove that he isn't going to hurt you. And that's what he claims. "I'm not here to hurt you. What's your name?"
You don't want to tell them your real name. And your mind's still processing everything you saw earlier, while trying to catalogue it as a hallucination or something but the man in front of you seems quite real. You swallow and make up a name on the spot. "Gwenith. Gwenith Price," you reply in a low voice, but everything is so quiet around you, he hears you.
"Gwenith. You're not from here, are you? You don't have an American accent," he notices. You shake your head. "Great Britain?" he guesses.
You smile faintly. "Wales," you specify.
"Wales is in Great Britain."
"Never said it wasn't."
"I'm Sam Winchester." Sam walks toward you and extends his hand, and you take it. He helps you get up.
"Y—yeah. I—I know," you say, a bit hesitant. You let go of his hand and put your hands in the pockets of your black leather jacket.
"Uh, yeah, how is it exactly that you know about that?" he asks you.
You hesitate. "It's a very complicated story. I'm not sure you should — you know, know about it." You look at the ground, then back up at Sam.
"Look, my brother and I have been looking for you for almost an hour. At least please come back with us and explain? You can leave after that," Sam promises.
"Can I ask you a question?" He nods. "Where are we?" You look around.
"Uh, we're about 7 miles away from Jericho, California," he replies, a bit confused, and your jaw almost drops again as you realise, This is just the start.
