I woke up and my world seemed in utter distress. The walls seemed to cave in and darkness enclosed me. That's when I heard his voice. "Take my hand!" He called, muttering something else that I couldn't make out. I looked for a hand, but there were none. He wasn't there to help me. Why would he be? I'm a nobody. I stumbled upon getting up and it seemed I wouldn't make it out. I began to collapse, consciousness slipping from my grasp. It began to grow dark and the last thing I felt were arms lifting me from the cold, hard ground.
As the sunlight peeked through the blinds, I grew aware of my surroundings. It wasn't a hospital...It was a motel room. Two men entered the room, both wearing plaid and looking at me.
"Ah, you're awake." The taller of the two, with shaggy brown hair, said. "I'm Sam, and this is Dean."
"S-Sam and Dean?" I asked, softly. "Winchester?" They stared silently at me, their heads cocked to the sides. Why did I know their name? Did I know them? Something about the way they looked at me told me that they didn't know me.
"Yes..." Sam answered, slowly. He pulled a chair closer to the bed, while Dean stared. I realized how quiet it was and after a minute, I spoke up.
"Oh...right, my name. I'm..I'm..." I fiddled my fingers, honestly unsure of my name. What had happened that I would forget my own name but know theirs? "I don't know who I am...Why don't I know who I am?" Dean seemed unconvinced as he moved slowly to Sam's side. I wouldn't be too sure either, but something else made me figure out I wasn't supposed to be here. At all. I frowned as Sam pulled Dean into the hall in front of the door. They spoke in rushed, harsh voices but I allowed myself to focus on something other than that. My hair fluttered and I turned to face the source of the entering breeze. A man in a trench coat stood directly next to the bed, staring down at me with harsh confused eyes. The Winchester's rejoined the room.
"Not even a flinch..." Dean muttered to Sam. My eyes were still on this new man. He looked oddly familiar and I couldn't exactly understand why. Pushing myself up, I stared at him, trying to make the connection.
"Angel." Was the first word to come from my mouth. Why did I say that? I didn't want to say that...did I? Realization struck again. I knew those piercingly blue eyes. "Castiel, right?"
Sam and Dean frowned and stared at me, sharing glances between themselves, and Castiel nodded. To be honest, I was just as much confused as they were.
"Cas, who the hell is she?" Dean asked. "Is she some prophet or something? I mean, she shows up out of nowhere and doesn't know who she is but knows who were are?" My eyes widened as I pushed myself against the headboard of the bed, attention turned to me again, but I didn't care. I finally knew. I knew how I knew them.
"You-Your story, it's a television show called Supernatural." I said quietly, and they continued watching me and so I went on. "I know all about Sam when he was 6 months old, when Azazel came into the room to feed him demon's blood. And your mother, Mary, walked in and was killed. To be honest, she wouldn't have been killed if she hadn't gotten up that night. She would've lived. But after her death, your father John, hunted out of revenge and made you two hunt as well. Sam, though, was college bound not hunter bound. He wanted to be normal. Dean, you're Michael's vessel and Sam- Lucifer's. And I know that you guys, because of Balthazar and Castiel, were sent into an alternate universe where you two were stars of the show Supernatural. Dean, your actor name is Jensen Ackles and Sam, yours is Jared Padalecki, who married Genevieve Cortese aka Ruby." They continued staring, which to be blunt, was annoying. I could've been another book lover of the Supernatural series, but I saw that one too. "The books. Look. I know how Sam got out of hell, but not completely as his soul didn't come back with him. And I know about the Leviathan, Cas playing God, and then disappearing. I know everything." They still stared, trying to decide if I was being truthful, and seeming confused on some of my answers.
"Right, what do we do with her then?"
"Excuse me, Dean Winchester, her is right here and she does have ears." I said, slightly insulted.
"Okay, fine. How do you know us, but not who you are?"
"I don't know. I don't think I'm supposed to be here. And Castiel, if you have a question, just come out with it." I snapped, his eyes were glaring into me and it was getting frustrating. He looked down as I faced him, and then his eyes searched mine.
"She's telling the truth. Whatever brought her here...it scrambled her brain.. There are a lot of names in here and any one of them could be hers. As for your story, she's seen you on the television." Disappointment spread across his face and he continued his search for what he figured wouldn't be there.
"So what do we call you?" Sam asked, though I simply shrugged in return.
"Fine, Jane Doe." Dean suggested, gruffly.
"Jane works, I guess." I replied, ignoring Dean's attitude.
"Okay, how did you end up in that warehouse the other night?" Sam questioned.
"A warehouse? No, I was in my room, on my bed reading a book called Hush, Hush. Next thing I knew, I felt...simply wrong. I was feeling enclosed and lost and the room grew darker and smaller. Before I passed out, I heard someone call 'take my hand'. But I didn't see who it was... It could've been a friend." I was trying so hard to remember. "He said something else, but I couldn't exactly hear it. It sounded like his bet. I don't know what that means."
"His bet?" Sam's face contorted with a new realization as he murmured those few words. "Your name!"
"What? Her name's 'his bet?" Dean asked.
"No, no, no, but when someone is instructing you to do something, they usually say your name. 'His bet' is what she heard, but he could've been saying anything like...Lizbeth, depending on accents it could've sounded like his bet. Her name, most likely, is Elizabeth, and nicknames are fairly common with that name, like Liz and Beth. Anything, really." Sam looked at me, but I was staring at him, he really was smart.
"But why couldn't Cas see it?" I asked, Dean seemed a bit upset I used 'Cas'.
"You don't know your lives, you only seem to remember us, really. Elizabeth, you're not supposed to be here."
"You think I don't know that?" I asked, rather upset. "How do I go home?"
"I'm not entirely sure."
"Can't we do it the way Balthazar sent Sam and Dean into my world as Jared and Jensen?" I asked, looking up to Cas.
"No, things have changed and so have manners and means of doing things. Raphael has changed many things...lets just say at the moment it is rather impossible to go back that way."
"Wait, wait, wait...those dudes actually exist?" Dean asked. I grinned and nodded.
"Yeah! Jared's a big goofball, totally unlike Sam. He's a complete child, but it's good for his kids, Thomas and Shepherd, and his wife, Gen." I laughed a little. "Jensen's married too. Her name's Danneel and they just had their first child, Justice." I looked around, out of the window and at them. Nothing seemed...worried. It didn't feel or seem like the angels had fallen. Maybe the show was ahead...or completely behind. "Oh, and then there is Misha. That's you Castiel. Misha is completely differed. His got two kids Maison and West, though more people know West. He's with a woman named Victoria. She's pretty awesome too, everyone is. Jensen, Jared, and Misha seem like they're all great friends...but I know it's a bit different here. Um...where are the angels?"
Castiel furrowed his brows together and stared at me, once again. "Heaven. Why?"
"Anything with Metatron ring a bell?" I asked, feeling a little panicky. They shook their heads in unison. The show was definitely ahead, and they didn't know what laid before them. "Okay...how did you find me?"
"The place you were... we were hunting around there. Dean saw you as you collapsed but we couldn't see why. It was just in the center of a large room of a warehouse. Nothing even close to you."
Okay, I reasoned, here I am in a room with Castiel, Dean and Sam and I need to figure out what I'm even doing here. If only I could solve it like one of those unnecessary math problems like 'if Elizabeth magically transported into an alternate universe with the Winchesters, how many minds would it take to bring her back home?'. Right, that's if Elizabeth is even my name, or if I even heard 'his bet' at all. He -whoever he may be- could have been saying anything. It could've been my imagination. But it seemed from where I was, I wasn't going anywhere and I was fairly certain Sam and Dean weren't going to leave me now that I've caught their interest.
"Why do you speak of Metatron?" Castiel asked as I swung my legs of the side of the bed. What was I supposed to say? Tell him everything I knew? What if that messed up every single thing in this world. But I could save everyone if they knew. Oh god, what was I to do?!
"Spoilers.." I choked out.
"Spoilers?" Dean repeated, darkly.
"Future? I want to tell you, because a lot happens and it could change a lot...but I feel if I tell you, things might get worse. I...I don't know if I should tell you, but I won't. I'm sorry."
"You are right. Besides, changing things doesn't come easily. It is best not to know our future." Cas asked, his eyes flicked momentarily to Dean and then back.
"Right, you're stuck with us then. We can't have you roaming about when you know more about us than we do." Sam answered, and I nodded as he continued. "Someone is likely to hear and want to use it..I mean you..against us... How are you with weapons?" I shrugged, hesitantly. How could I know if I was any good at handling weapons if I was hardly sure of my own name. "We'll teach you then." And I nodded, like a bobble head in a car it felt.
"There's something I've always wanted to know." I interrupted.
"Yeah? What's that?" Dean asked.
"Okay, um, well, I know it might be a bit intrusive and I know you haven't known me that long, but technically I've know you, or about you, for a few years know and..." I wasn't sure how to put it, so I just let it slip out. "All of the fans of the show know Castiel has a strong bond with you, Dean, and vice versa. I want to know why the two of you don't just say you love each other and call it a day. I mean, you don't have to say I love you and I'm going to stop now..."
Castiel and Dean stared at me with wide eyes and their mouths agape. Sam began to laugh loudly. I laughed with him and he flopped onto the bed beside me, entertained by that question apparently. The two stuttered their responses, glancing at one another.
"What, do we say it in your world?" Dean asked.
"Well, no, but in the show there are hints about it. Subtle hints." I replied calmly. "Little words that seem like nothing that mean everything. I mean, the actors are very friendly, not in the love sense but in the best friend sense." I paused and glanced at Sam. "Can I see your laptop, please?"
He nodded, getting up to grab it, and as soon as he sat down and logged on, I grabbed it and went to the first site that popped into my head. Tumblr. It was one of those sites I knew I visited often. I entered what seemed normal and there I was, logged in with the three men looking over my shoulder. I scrolled through the dash and realized this wasn't the world of Supernatural here. This was my world.
"Look." I pointed to the screen, where a picture of Misha, Jared, and Jensen were being stupid and making silly faces. The three looked between one another and I grinned and typed into the search bar 'Destiel'.
"Destiel?" Cas asked.
"Yes. Dean and Castiel. Destiel. It's fan art and clips by those who think that you two should be a couple. Don't worry, I'm going to keep it PG. Look." I showed them a beautiful fan art of Cas laying with his head on Dean's chest, wings showing. Others with Cas caressing Dean's face and Dean pulling Cas' tie to pull him closer. "This is what we see, though I understand it's a bit awkward to see it like this. And you know what else?" I pulled up clips of the show and clips I thought represented them together well. I pressed play and I watched as they turned red, remembering those words and the words that others have said about them. "See?" I paused. "I'm honestly sorry if this makes you uncomfortable I-"
"What about me?" Sam asked, excitedly. I smiled and scrolled up to the search bar and typed in 'Sam Winchester'. A fan art of him on a moose was the first thing. We laughed and as I scrolled down, I could tell he was entertained. One said 'Is it just me or are the Leviathan Winchesters fricken adorable...?' and there were multiple pictures of the leviathan Winchesters and there it said 'it's almost like they're just Jared and Jensen on a murder spree'.
"Wait, is your world all about murder? Is murder legal?" Sam asked, realizing he's seen more than a few things on my dash about murder, and yet there was another thing about murder here.
"Oh, no. Tumblr is the site for, well, not normal people. And normal people. Really anyone, as long as you're 13 and older. It can teach a lot, like about murder or burying a body or how to get blood out of clothing or how to make something. It teaches a lot more than just murder though, like how to relieve some stress, good ways to help someone when they're freaking out or having a panic attack, smart ways to save lives. It's all sorts of things, really, and porn. There is a lot of porn on here to be frank. I mean, there is a lot, plus an accurate way to bury a body without it looking suspicious." Dean made a sort of 'not-bad' face, Sam shook his head, smiling, and Cas' eyes simply narrowed and his head tilted. "But this...this isn't your world here, other wise you wouldn't be seeing this. You'd see something completely different." We were all somewhat confused with everything, and anything really. They were going to want to investigate, and I wasn't staying behind like some pathetic child. "Do you have any...well, clean clothes?" I asked, quietly. Mine seemed disgusting, like I'd fallen in a pit of mud, and I needed to change.
"Here's a shirt. You're going to have to deal with your pants for a bit anyway." He tossed the shirt to me, it was one of their plaid shirts and with that, I motioned for them to either leave or turn around while I slipped into the shirt. It was large, but comfortable and my arms didn't reach the ends of the sleeves. "We can stop so you can get some...proper clothes."
I nodded, getting up slowly which was a little painful and difficult. I felt them watching me, hesitantly. They wouldn't have to explain anything, unless I didn't get back by the time the angels fell. But I could always watch the next season online...if that was even possible and only if it comes back at that time. Hopefully it would. I'd have answers. I'd be of help. For now, I'd have to be helpful anyways, if I could that is. It was going to be a long journey, and I truly hope it'd be worth it. We made our way outside to the Impala, where I hopped into the back seat with Cas. Dean and Sam took the front and we hit the road. Dean turned up the radio, where Stairway to Heaven had come on. Little did I know I had already told them too much. Not yet to the Leviathans. It was still early and I'd have to make it up to them.
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
The the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
As we drove away, I got a nagging feeling in my gut. This wasn't going to be how it should, I've already entered their world. Something was going to change and it would only be a matter of time before it's noticeable.
I'm not supposed to be here.
A/N:
Heyya, it's Lissa. If you are re-reading this, you'll have realized that this is different. I've rewritten and edited this chapter as I will be doing with future chapters. I hope this is a bit better. Please leave a review if you liked it! Thank you! ~LissaJoan