I woke up on a dreary Thursday morning in October knowing that in less that five minutes, my favorite TV show would be on. I went downstairs and sat in my kitchen after turning the TV on to channel 56, FX. I made myself a bowl of cereal and placed myself at the table in order to see the TV. Three minutes and Sam and Dean would be on my TV screen. I quickly finished my cereal and grabbed a blanket, making myself comfortable for the next two hours. I hoped that there would be no distractions, since the high school was out because of the snow.

One minute. I grabbed the remote hoping that I could pause the TV when Sam came on. He was so cute! Dean wasn't as bad, but Sam had the hair. The long, wild, and messy hair that made me and any other seventeen year old girl swoon over him and any other guy (Edward Cullen) who had hair like him.

Thirty seconds. Suddenly my TV turned off. I clicked the "on" button, nothing, and I tried again, still nothing. Being me, I automatically assume the worst, and most of the time it involves Supernatural characters or beings. In the back off my mind I'm thinking "Oh my gosh! Demons are coming! I'm going to die!" Back in reality, I decided to call the TV Company and asked what was happening. They didn't know and told me that it should still be working. I hung up and started to hyperventilate, when I hear a knock on my front door.

I try to figure out how to open the door. Should I open it fast, or slow and without a sound? I cautiously walk to the front off the hall and peek through the window. Two men in suits are standing with their backs to the door and talking to each other quietly; there's something, familiar, about them. I quickly open the door, trying to catch them by surprise. I didn't.

They turn around without surprise. I then realize how I knew them. It's Sam and Dean! "Omg, omg, omg, omg. It's Sam and Dean," I think loudly.

"I'm Sabrina. Your Sam and Dean!" I exclaimed, silently cursing myself for being so blunt.

"No," Dean said after a moment, "We're from the FBI; we got a call to come here."

He whips out his "FBI badge", but I snatch it before he puts it away. Even though I know it's fake, I still study it in fangirl heaven.

"This isn't a FBI badge, it's a bikini inspector card," I speak, barely keeping my voice steady.

"No it isn't," Dean paused, "We're in the homeland security."

"We got a call that something spooky happened here," Sam added.

"Trust me, I know you're not from the FBI," I responded, trying to hold back a girlish giggle.

"Yes, we are!" Dean responded, getting angry and acting childish.

"No you're not," I responded.

"Yes we are," Dean complained, getting angrier.

"Oi!" I complained, bringing out my other, Doctor Who fangirl side.

He stopped, looking confused. I had to turn away and try to prevent myself from laughing at how stupid he looked.

Sam asked, "How do you know who we are?"

I started laughing, thinking about how cute he was in person. He looked at me, probably wondering what triggered my laughter. He had the same confused and stupid look that Dean had on his face earlier. This made me laugh even harder. They looked at each other, still wondering why I was laughing, so I tried to stop.

"Ok…now why…are you…here?" I asked between breaths, trying not to seem like the fangirl I was at heart.

"We got a call. But again, how do you know us?" Sam asked again.

"Let's just say you're very, very, very famous," I explained.

There were two reactions. Sam did what I expected; he flipped out. Dean however, had a look on his face that said, "It's about time."

Because I had expected Sam to flip out, I immediately tried to calm him down. Dean however, was as happy as could be.

Although I tried to calm Sam down, he continued babbling about alternate dimensions and their cover being blown. I tried to calm him down before sighing in defeat. I knew what I had to do to fix this, but I'd regret it.

I slapped him. He stopped babbling and stared at me. I glanced at Dean who was now laughing his head off. Sam looked at me.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked angrily.

"You were babbling like a freakin' idiot! So I slapped you," I paused before adding under my breath, "It got you to shut up, didn't it?"

Dean was still laughing, apparently amused that I had slapped his brother.

I finally got tired of standing in the fifty-six degree weather. I invited the Winchester boys inside my two story house. They immediately went to the living room, where my TV was now turned on again. I figured it was just a small power outage. That's when I realized that Supernatural was still on. I blushed thinking, "Oh crap!"

Dean asked, "Whatcha watchin?"

"Supernatural," I responded.

"What's that?" Sam asked me.

I blushed again before responding, "You know how I told you that you were very, very famous?"

Dean instantly responded, "Yeah."

"Well this is how you're famous," I responded.

Dean understood what I was trying to say and plopped down on my couch as soon as I finished and started to watch himself appear on the screen.

"I look pretty good," Dean commented.

Sam and I rolled our eyes simultaneously, but I had to agree with him. Then Sam came on, and I barely hid a squeal. Just a few minutes ago, I would have paused it, but now that would be really awkward, since he was standing beside me.

"So," Sam started, and I turned to him, smiling inside, "Our life is a television show."

It wasn't a question, but I answered anyway, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Cool," Dean said, "Does this mean we have fangirls?"

I nodded slowly.

"Are you a fangirl?" he asked, smirking.

"A little bit," I answered softly, my face getting red.

Dean smirked, "So what happened here?"

As I explained the events of this morning, Dean continued to watch himself, apparently amused that he could do just that.

"Did you do anything different or did anything seem unusual this morning?" Sam asked.

"No," I responded, "not that I know of," I paused before adding, "well, besides not having school, no"

Dean grabbed the remote and turned my TV off and then back on again, hoping to get some results. He didn't, so he put the remote back down.

That's when all hell broke loose.