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All I remember was slipping into darkness once I couldn't hold on any longer. But where am I? If I'm dead, is this heaven?
"Is she awake yet?" I hear a faintly fimiliar voice mutter impatiently behind me.
Some responded "She must've taken a pretty hard fall, Dean, give it some time." Dean? I didn't know anyone named Dean. Unless... Okay, this is gonna long to sound stupid, and totally insane. My favorite TV show is called Supernatural. And one of the main characters was named Dean. And when I opened my eyes, I saw him, even if it should've been completely and utterly impossible.
"Look who's awake." The newly discovered impossibility said in his usual sarcastic tone with the slight accent. I knew it so well. I decided to play dumb, since it would freak them out if I knew everything about them. "W-Who are you?" I asked in my best confused voice. I guess drama classes were good for something after all. Dean opened his mouth to say something but Sam quickly cut in. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean." I already knew this, of course, but for appearances sake I replied "nice to meet you, Sam, Dean," I shook both of their hands. I was having a serious fangirl attack. Then I realized I still have no idea what I'm doing here, in a TV show. "Uh, do you know where I am?" I ask. "We're in Sioux Falls, Illinois, but if you want to know exactly where, you're in our car." The Impala? I took a brief moment to take it in. It looked similar as to in the show, but not exactly like it. The paint was chipping, and the leather seats were cracked from being ripped and sewn together many times. Same with the boys. They looked like their actors, but definitely a little different. A little worse for wear, like their car, untouched by the glamour of Hollywood. "So, who are you?" In my excitement, I had forgotten that they probably thought I was some demon or spirit, just showing up like this. "Reverie Brown. From Florida."
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get all the way to South Dakota?" Sam inquired, curious. Dean had suspicions written all over his face. "I-I can't remember." Not telling a lie this time. Honestly I have no idea how I ended up here, but I'm thankful I'm not dead. "Okay then, maybe amnesia?" Sam asked though I knew that's not what he was really thinking. So I wasn't surprised at all when Dean, a few minutes later, "spilled" water on me. Holy water, no doubt. When I didn't smoke, he looked relieved. And that's when it hit me. If I knew all the hunter's tricks and how to shoot (My father had taught me), why did I have to be a helpless human? I could be a hunter. So I revealed it. "Holy water?" I asked. They both looked surprised. "How did you know?" Dean asked. "Same reason you know." I replied in what I hoped was an easy voice. "Dean, could I talk to you for a minute? Alone?" Sam nodded to the side of the road. The older brother nodded right back, and Dean jerked the wheel to the left, pulling into the gas station.