A/N: So hi everyone, and thanks for at least opening my fanfic. This is a first one I write about Supernatural and my very first on to be written in English. So please, bear with me, if I had made some mistakes in spelling, though I've tried my best not to have any errors.

But I hope you enjoy my story. ^-^

Chapter 1: Do not go alone in dark place and yell "Hello, is someone there?"

I am sitting on my chair staring at the black screen of my computer. Just a minute or so ago the latest episode of Supernatural ended and I find myself thinking – and not for the first time – how the hell are the Winchester brothers still alive and kicking.

Like, seriously, they have actually died several dozens of times, they have both been in Hell – literally – and they have serious trust issues with each other. They have the most loveable – seriously, Crowley is hot – bastard-demon hunting their asses and they actually go out looking for trouble with all possible kinds of creatures that would love nothing more than to see their guts spread all over the place.

And yet I love the show. You got to admit, that the brothers are really, really adorable and cool. Still dreaming about Sam and Dean and stuff I open my web browser and click my way to Tumblr. I type "supernatural" and hit the search button. In the middle of normal Sam/Dean- and Destiel –pictures something catches my eye. I click the rather modest looking image. Sadly is does not have any cute or hot pictures of the characters but it has a rather interesting list.

How to not die in Supernatural

1. Do not go alone in dark place and yell "Hello, is someone there?"

2. Whatever you think you saw is probably out there, so be careful.

3. Grab anything that could be used as weapon, preferably something made out of iron.

4. Find salt. More the better.

5. When the Winchester brothers finally show up, do exactly as they tell you to do, even if it sounded really crazy.

6. Find more salt.

7. Do not fuck with Sam. Even if it surely would be really awesome. But really, Sam's lovers die. A lot.

I chuckle as I read the final advice. That is so true, I think to myself and wonder whether I would be able to follow that rule if I had a chance.

I yawn and lay my eyes on my watch. My eyes blink. The digital numbers must be lying or I have totally lost count of time. I hit the red cross to close Tumblr and shut down my computer then rush to brush my
teeth. 02.30am. This means another really, really hard day at school. Great.

Don't get me wrong. I actually have pretty good grades, I only have a problem with getting enough sleep, and otherwise I manage pretty well. I climb to my bed and close my eyes.

Before I fall asleep something startles me. I hear a loud bang. Great, all I now needed was an interruption to my sleep by a friend of mine who lives few doors down the hall from me. She often comes by in the middle of the night, and when she comes her usual excuse is that she's bored or drunk. Or both. I really don't want to shorten my already too short sleep, so I pull the blanket over my head and pretend I didn't hear anything.

Banging continues and I wish she would go away. Then banging turns into loud screams.

"Hello?" I yell. "You 'kay?" Nevertheless she is disturbing me in the middle of the night, she is my friend and I want to know whether she is alright.

No answer.

"Anna, are you okay?" I'm starting to be really worried.

Screaming stops and for a while everything is completely silent. Then something scratches my door. First really gently, almost like petting. Then more forcefully, until it sounds like a wild cougar was trying to come through my door. Or a horde of rats was climbing in the walls.

"Stop it!" I scream. "Who's there?"

Then I feel a pain in my ears and the back of my neck and everything goes black.

xoxoxox

For millionth time Sam assured Dean he was alright, but as soon as Dean turned his gaze back to the road Sam's smile faded. Sam grunted and suddenly he tasted blood in his mouth. Sam coughed and quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before Dean would notice it and ask whether he was REALLY okay. He didn't want to go over the discussion again.

Dean tightened his grip on the wheel and stepped on it. The Impala hummed obediently and accelerated slightly. It was dark outside and the road was empty and he was pissed at his brother. Speeding through the nocturnal road seemed like a good way to blow off some steam. Dean peered quickly at the rear mirror. Then he blinked. Twice. And he hit the brakes as forcefully as he could.

"What the hell, dude?" Sam yelled still clutching to the dashboard as the Impala stopped on the side of the dark road.

Dean stared out of the front window and the eye of his that Sam could see twitched.

Suddenly Dean grabbed his gun and faced Sam. "There is someone", he said with husky voice.

Sam frowned. "What?"

"On the back", Dean answered and pointed his gun to the back seat.

xoxoxox

I wake up because I'm rammed into something. I open my eyes, still feeling dizzy and tired. I'm not sure what happened but somehow I'm sure I'm not in my bed as I should. Somehow I also have this feeling I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be. I shake my head to arrange my thoughts and slowly, really slowly, I open my eyes. Just to find out I'm staring at right into a barrel of a gun. It takes me few seconds to realize that is a really bad thing, but when I finally do I scream. And that was not one of those nice screams you hear in movies and in TV, no, I mean I really screamed. Like a baby. Or a dog being tortured.

"Son of a bitch!" Someone cries and I'm not sure who. I realize I have started crying, so I wipe my eyes with my right hand. Then I tear my gaze of the gun and let my eyes follow the hand holding it, up to the face that looks strangely familiar to me.

I'm also starting take notice of my surroundings. I'm sitting on the backseat of a car with two men in front, one aiming me with the gun another pointing me with a really nasty-looking knife. Needless to say, I start crying again.

"Please," I manage to whisper, "take me home and I won't, really, go to police…" My voice is shaky and the whole situation makes me feel terrified. Somewhere in the back of my head I have the feeling this won't end well, and those two – probably psychopaths, since they have kidnapped me from an apartment that shows I don't have anything valuable to trade with them – are going to hurt me and toss my body somewhere where no one will ever find it. My hands are shaking as I wrap them around me.

"What the hell are you?" one of the men – one with the gun – demands.

"A demon? A ghost, perhaps?" the other clarifies and tightens his grip on the knife.

For a second or two I forget my fear and stare at them. I want to tell them they are crazy and I'm a mere student that has no idea what is going on, but I don't trust my own voice. "What?" I finally manage to ask.

"C'mon, people don't just appear on backseats," the gunman chuckles. "What are you and more importantly, what the heck are you doing in MY car?"

I burst in tears again.

xoxoxox

"Just please, take me home," I ask for the millionth time. I sit on an uncomfortable couch in some late night roadside diner. I've got a mug of coffee, which tastes really tarry, in front of me. I have barely taken a sip of it and I stare at my hands. The knifeman – I have named them as the gunman and knifeman – inhales as he's about to say something, but he's interrupted. The lady, who works at the diner, looks really bored – or maybe she's just tired – as she comes to the table and asks whether we already know what we'd like to have.

I know what I'd like. I'd like to scream for help, ask her to call 911 and tell her I've been kidnapped, but I'm way too terrified to do any of that. And I'm afraid that the gunman would shoot me if I tried. So I say nothing and continue staring at my hands. These guys must be insane. And perverted, since I'm not wearing my pajamas anymore, they must have changed my clothes as I was unconscious. Fuck, my thoughts are really unorganized.

The gunman looks up to the lady and cracks an engaging smile. In some other circumstances I would have considered him to be handsome. "Sure thing, honey. We'd like to have three slices of that delicious lookin'
cherry pie. And some more coffee, if you don't mind."

The waitress smiles back at him. "Coming right up! You have an excellent taste, sir, the cherry pie is absolutely delicious."

"Is that so?" the gunman asks, still smiling. As the waitress turns her back on him, the smile fades. "As I was about to say, lady," he starts staring at me. I feel my cheeks blushing and I don't raise my head to meet his eyes. "I've no idea what's your game, but I'm not buying it. You tell us this instant what the hell is going on or I guarantee this will get nasty."

I squeal. I have no idea what he means by nasty, and I really don't even want to. I inhale to speak. The knifeman frowns as he looks at me with curiosity, tilting his head slightly. "Dean..." he says carefully. Impatiently the gunman – Dean? – glances at him.

"What?"

The knifeman clears his throat. "I don't... think she knows anything. Look at her; she's terrified."

Great. Now they are all good cop, bad cop on me. Well, good felon and bad felon could be more accurate.

The knifeman returns his eyes back to me. He runs his fingers through his rather long, curly hair. "Listen, I have no idea what's going on, but my name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."

Dean snorts.

"We just want to find out what is happening."

Suddenly my eyes widen. "Wait, what?" I manage to gasp. "W-w-Winchester?"

"Knows anything my ass," Dean chuckles and reaches his pocket in which I know the gun is. I lean against the back of the couch to get as far as possible from him.

Luckily that is then the pies arrive. "Here you go!" the waitress says and wishes us good appetite and tells us to call her if there was anything more we needed. The knifeman, Sam freaking Winchester thanks her and off she goes. Again.

Dean fucking Winchester leans towards me. "Talk," he says and looks so angry I want to cry. Again. Luckily I seem to be out of tears. I had this feeling for some time that my kidnappers looked familiar to me. But seriously, since when TV-stars started running around kidnapping people? Apparently they have something really wrong with their minds, since something really looks off to me. Maybe they have been playing their roles for too long and something just snapped? My voice shiver only a bit as I start talking: "Winchesters, really?" There is so much wrong with this whole setup I can't help myself but I burst in laughter.

"I'm done with this crap," Dean states and reaches his pocket again. Instead of the gun he pulls out a flask. Before I even know what's happening he opens it and spills water over me. I laugh again, and "the brothers" look really confused. Apparently they fail to see the same comedy in this that I see. "Holy water, really?" I cough and wipe tears out of the corners of my eyes.

"Apparently not a demon," "Sam" says as "Dean" puts the flask back in his pocket. I don't know what else to say. I doubt these crackers would believe me if I told them they are not real. In fact, they would probably think I was the nutcase here. And another fact is that I'm still scared of them, actually even more now that I knew who they are. Or who they THINK they are. I have watched enough Supernatural to know what they are capable of. "First I need to know why you kidnapped me," I say warily, "then I'm willing to tell you anything you want to know." I think it is best to play their game and cooperate with them. If they really are like Sam and Dean Winchester, they would not harm an innocent non-possessed human; after all they already confirmed I wasn't a demon.

"Dean" stops a fork full of the cherry pie half way to his already open mouth and "Sam" looks confused too. "You think WE kidnapped you?" he asks me same time as "Dean" drops his work on the plate with a loud ping. "Lady, you are the one who invaded MY car!" he declares and picks his fork up again. He puts the piece of pie in his mouth and devours it, staring at me the whole time.

I sigh. They were even crazier than I thought. Suddenly I realized this could end really badly, since they are that delusional. They would probably come up with some twisted theory about what I am. And then they could actually kill me. I shiver. This is insane, I decide, and I really want to go home.

"Sam" is the first one to speak. "We need figure out what is going on," he says, "so you need to tell us everything you know. You apparently know about demons. Are you a hunter?"

I shake my head.

"Then, how do you know us?"

Here we go. I have no idea what to answer him. If I told them the truth they would not believe me. If I tell them nothing they will consider me to be dangerous, I suppose. My head spins as I try to figure out something to say. Luckily before I say anything, "Dean" stands up. "A word, Sam? Will you excuse us?" I get the feeling the question is very rhetorical but I nod anyways.

xoxoxox

"What?" Sam asked Dean as they had walked far enough from the table, so that the girl could not hear them.

"I don't like this at all, Sam," Dean said, "as far as we know, she could be anything. Anything, Sam! We don't have time for this now, we have God's tests to pass and some Hell gates to close, remember?"

Sam scoffed. "But we don't know about the next test yet, Kevin still hasn't cracked the next one, huh? Mean while we need to do our best and do what we always do."

Dean looked like he didn't like what Sam was saying at all, but he didn't go against him. "If that's what you think," he said and shrugged. "So what do you think about her?" He nodded his head towards the table where the girl sat still, staring at her piece of the pie like it could bite her if she tried to eat it.

"I don't know," he admitted. "We should speak to her and try to find out whether she knows anything."

xoxoxox

As "the Winchesters" walk away from me I hope they'd go so far I could run out of the door without a fear of getting caught. But by change or experience they stay near enough to catch me if I tried anything. So all I do is sit still. Once or twice I glance at them. They look rather calm to me; at least they are not fighting now.

I snort. Somehow I feel like I know them. I decide I must to try to remember every detail I possibly can from Supernatural to evaluate them if I want to survive. I just hope I hadn't read that much fanfiction; some details I remember might not be "real". As if any of this was really real.

The two men return to our table, sitting on the opposite side of the table from me. I get this feeling I'm being interrogated. "And don't tell me you are feds, I know the badges are fake." The sentence slips from my lips before I have time to think further. I'd like to slap my own face for being stupid. They don't say anything, only stare at me. Silence is heavy and I know I must say something soon. I only wish I knew what to say.

"Well?" "Dean" looks straight into my eyes, and suddenly I know exactly what kind of story I'll tell them.

xoxoxox

Again I sit on the backseat of the Impala – seriously, these dudes even managed to get their hands on real '67 Impala, I guess being a wealthy actor really has some privileges. Dean sits behind the wheel and stares out of the window and Sam takes a seat next to him, altering his gaze between me and Dean. The car still stands on the parking lot in front of the diner. Few moments ago I concluded my story, in which I told them I'm a student at Iowa State University. I have told them about Supernatural, a TV series I'm watching. I also told them that is why I know the Winchester brothers so well, but I knew them as actors, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. So basically I want them to believe I'm from other reality, such as in that episode in 6th season, so that they would believe me. Maybe they'll think it is an angel-thing.

"So what do you think?" "Dean" asks "Sam". "Is this an angel-thing?"

"Sam" shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe. Maybe we should try to get hold of Cas?"

"Dean" shakes his head. "That's no use, he's not answering," he says and sighs. "Sam" faces me again. "So," he starts slowly, "what is the last thing you remember?" I stop to think for a moment. "I'm not sure," I finally say, "I was sleeping, I guess."

"Nothing out of ordinary?" "Sam" persists and stares at me. I want to giggle in most fangirlish way, since he looks at me with his best puppy eyes. But I restrain myself and shake my head. "Sam" sighs and turns to face "Dean" again.

I really need to stop thinking about them as Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. I get so confused every time they call each other's "Sam" and "Dean", since I keep imagining them doing the quotation marks in the air as they do so. Then I suddenly remember something else. "No, wait," I say and push my fingers against my forehead, "there is something." I strain my memory to remember. I know there is something I can't quite recall. "There was this noise..." I start but I don't know how to continue, as if all the details were running from me.

Both men turn simultaneously around and ask in unison: "What kind of noise?"

I blink. "I'm not sure," I say and knit my brows. "It was like... Knocking. And kind of patter..."

"Like rats in the walls?" Dean asks and leans forward.

I nod.

"Great," Dean sighs, "demos." Sam nods besides him.

I snort. Obviously there are "demons". The best for me now would be that they'd decide to "investigate" "the new case" and take me home. I frown again. "There is something else, too," I say, "There was also this loud, ear-aching sound." I gasp. "Angel talk?" I ask as if that wouldn't have occurred to me before.

Someone should give me a freaking Academy Award, my performance is PERFECT.

"Possibly," Sam says contemplatively. "But why would be angels and demons interested in you? Did you make a crossroads deal or something?"

"As I would be that stupid!" I exclaim bit miffed.

"Aaw, you would be surprised how many people do that," Dean says to me and then adds to Sam: "Is she a future prophet?"

Sam shrugs. "Possibly. If Cas was here..."

"...But he isn't," Dean interrupts him, sounding a bit irritated, "so we need to figure out this ourselves." Sam bites his lip so that he would not start another argument, or that is what I think. "What should we do?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Dean scorns and starts the engine, "we go to Ohio."

I smile. Mission success.

xoxoxox

I am surprised how far we already were. It must have been days since they kidnapped me, since it took us three days to get back to Ohio. I'm sure my friends and my family are already freaking out because they haven't heard a word from me. These three days have been rather awkward. We have been driving in silence, eating in silence and sleeping in silence. Since I don't have my purse with me, or anything else except the clothes I'm wearing, they have been paying for everything. And even in this detail they are like real Winchesters; they don't have much money, and for that reason we have been living in one motel room. They were gentlemen, though, and gave me the other bed every night and slept in couch and the other bed in turns.

At first it was all really weird. First night I was scared the whole time (I was sure they would snap again and decide I was demon after all. They also made me cut my finger to see I was bleeding red and therefore not leviathan), therefore I didn't sleep at all. The next day I sat nodding at the backseat of the Impala. Then I decided that they could snap at the day time as well, so there was no point in not sleeping at night. Then we arrived at my campus. Now I stand in front of the main building and wonder why it is so quiet in here. Sam and Dean stand beside me.

"So," Dean clears his throat, "where's your room?"

I turn on my heels to face them. "Follow me," I command and begin to lead them towards my dorm. Shit. This isn't going well at all. I was counting on it that the campus would be packed out with people and I could escape from the nutcases, find telephone and call the police. Now there was no chance to do that and I know I couldn't outrun them, not with their physical condition compared to mine. Therefore I have no other choice than to take them to my room.

Technically the building where my room is not a part of the campus, but it is situated really near. I climb the stairs up and lead them to the door of my room at the end of the hall. I stop at the door. "Crap," I say as I realize, again, that I don't have my purse with me, "I don't have the keys. We have to go and find the janitor..."

"That's not a problem," Dean announces and gently pushes me away from the door as Sam steps forward and reaches a lock pick out of his pocket.

Seriously? Does Jared Padalecki REALLY know how to pick a door open? I just hope he will not ruin the lock, since I really don't have the money to have it fixed or changed. I couldn't be more surprised when after just few minutes the door opens nice and easy. As Sam puts the pick back to its place I approach the door. But Dean grabs my hand. "Woah woah woah, not so fast, sunshine, there could be something nasty still inside." Before I have time to answer him he steps past me and goes inside into MY apartment with gun in his hand. And Sam follows him. Finally I'm alone, I suddenly realize, now is my chance to escape. Before I can execute my plan Sam comes back to the hall. Damn my tiny apartment. "It's okay for you to come inside now," he says and gestures me to step in.

As soon as I step over the threshold I know there is something wrong. I stop at the doormat so suddenly that Sam bumps into me. "Sorry," he says lowering his head and gives me the puppy eyes again. I quickly smile at him and let my eyes then run over the apartment. It is my apartment, yet it isn't. "Something is not right," I whisper and wrap my hands around me. For some reason I'm afraid to touch anything.

"Huh?" Dean raises his head from a little machine – EMF, I guess? – he was examining. "Whatcha mean?"

I shrug. "Dunno," I say, "I'm not sure, it is like I don't know this place, even though it LOOKS like my place."

Dean frowns as he tries to understand me. He is about to say something but Sam pats his shoulder interrupting him. "Dean, look at this." He raises his hand in front of Dean's face. It takes less than a second for him to recognize the substance in Sam's hand.

"Sulfur."

"Let me see that," I demand and grip his hand. Crap. It really is sulfur. They have been really thorough with this.

"We need to get out of here to figure out what's going on in here. grab your things," Dean commands and stares at me intensely. It takes me few seconds to realize he meant me. I go to my closet and pick up a bag and then start throwing clothes into it. Soon I notice that some of my things are missing. Clothes, toothbrush, make-ups. Like I already had packed my things. I drop the bag from my hands and rush to my table. My wallet. Gone. IPod. Gone. Fuck. "I think I've already left," I mutter.

I glance at the brothers who look really confused. I'm going to explain my thoughts to them but then someone knocks my door. Dean hastens to the door before I have even moved and Sam steps in front of me – protectively? – and draws his gun. Dean, too, pulls out his gun and presses it against the door in exactly the same way I have seen him doing in Supernatural many times and then opens the door.

"Yes?"

Sam's back is blocking my view so I can't see who it is.

"Umm, hi?" a confused female voice starts, "I thought I saw my class mate coming in… wait, who are YOU?"

That is definitely Anna's voice. "Let me through," I announce and push Sam out of my way, "that's my friend!"

"Wait, she might not be…" Sam starts but I don't really listen to him. I sneak under Dean's arm to face her. "Hi!" I say to Anna, already expecting some screams of 'are you ok?' and 'where have you been?', but instead of that she just hugs me. No tears, no screaming, nothing. I feel bit offended. I've been missing FOR DAYS, and she hasn't actually been worried about me?

"What are you doing here? Didn't you already leave to your parents?" she asks as she lets me go. "Like, a day ago?"

I'm speechless. What is this nonsense? I've been missing for days! Apparently my astonishment shines bright on my face, since Dean answers her before I start screaming 'what's wrong with you?'.

"Yeah, she did, actually, but we came back to get few things she forgot," he says holding up the bag I had dropped earlier and cracks an adorable smile. Even though I'm still in a bit of a shock, the fangirl inside me is screaming.

Anna looks at him – and obviously checks him out, I know her well enough – and asks: "Who were you, again?"

"We…" he starts stretching the word, obviously thinking for a good reason.

"We are her cousins." Sam has come by the door without me noticing. Well, maybe I was too busy being angry at her to notice ANYTHING. "So, cousin," Dean says looking at me, head slightly tilted, "you've got everything you need?"

I close my mouth, which I didn't even realize I had opened. "No, I still need to grab few things." I feel my cheeks are burning red as I walk past the three of them. Anna follows me inside as the brothers remain in the hall. "Isn't that a rather long way to come back just for few things? It's not like you're going to be away for weeks, it's just few more days," she rambles as she usually does. I don't know what to say. I'm confused. Am I loosing it, too? Did I ran away by myself, and then just imagined I'd been kidnapped? But that makes no sense! If I left only a day ago, at least according to Anna, there is no way I could have been gone for days. But I've been travelling with "the Winchesters" for three days. Or am I just nuts? I sit on my chair and press my fingers against my forehead.

"Are you okay?" She really sounds worried.

I nod. No, I'm not okay, but there is no way I'd be telling her a bizarre story I've been through. "I probably should get my things, so we could hit the road. It is a long way back." I stand up. I've really no idea what I should take with me. I already packed enough clothes for a week or so, and since my purse is gone there really isn't much I could probably need. Except… My laptop still lies on the table. THAT I'd really want to have with me.

Few minutes later I walk out of the door, not sure when I could come back. At least now I have something with me, and I'm really looking forward changing clean clothes. I've tried to wash my underwear in the motels, but with bad results since I didn't have any other detergent than those awful soaps they have in motels. And now I even have some money of my own. I needed to empty my savings, but it feels nice to have some cash in my pocket. Not much, though, but still.

"You ready?" Sam asks and looks at me curiously. I wonder what they are thinking about me. About all of this.

"Yeah," I answer him shortly and close the door. "Well, bye again, I guess," I say to Anna.

"Yeah, bye!" See hugs me again. "See you after Easter!"

EASTER? I blink and mumble an affirmative answer. It is not Easter yet, is it? Dean grasps my arm and leads me out. I'm thankful since I'm not sure whether my own legs would have worked flawlessly. Sam is carrying my bags. We reach the Impala and Dean opens the door for me. I sit in emotionlessly. I hear the trunk opening and a thud as Sam lays my stuff in there.

This all messed up. All insane.

"That was seriously weird," Dean says tilting his head slightly, "you couldn't've left a day ago, right? Since you have been travelling with us for three days…"

Sam snorts. "Are you really that simple, Dean?"

Dean frowns and shakes his head. "What makes you think so?"

"If she is from alternative universe, she must've an equivalent here, too, right?" He smiles slightly as he looks at Dean.

Wrinkle between Dean's eyebrows deepens. "I knew that."

"No you didn't."

"Bitch."

"Jerk." This would be really funny if I still wasn't so confused to notice their quarrel.

Dean starts the engine ignoring Sam. "So, what do we do next?"

Sam shrugs. "We try to find her. So where do your parents life?" He turns to face me. "What's wrong?" he asks as he notices the blank expression on my face.

"What's wrong?" I'd like to scream back to his face, yet my voice remains calm. "I seriously have no idea what the fuck is happening here, this is not right. I wasn't SUPPOSED to be here a day ago, you know? I was with you, trying to get home. It makes no sense, why would Anna lie to me?"

Dean interrupts me. "No, you're the one who's not making any sense. What you mean, you were not supposed to be here?"

I'm in so deep panic that I don't care anymore what I say. So I decide to speak up my mind. "Listen, you two are not really hunters, you're just actors. Gone crazy, for some reason. I have no idea what you want from me, but why did Anna lie to me? Is she in this with you? This is all insane," I realize I'm not making any sense to them, since they really believe they are "the Winchester brothers".

Dean taps the wheel impatiently with his both hands. "Are you nuts? Seriously, I'm sick of all this bullshit," he speaks up.

"Dean…" Sam tries to calm him down.

"No, Sam, she's is right, this is insane," Dean says angrily, "I'm done with this, she's crazy."

"You're the crazy ones!" I finally manage to scream bit louder.

Sam looks like he doesn't know whether he should be calming me or Dean. "Guys. We need to talk about this, screaming and arguing won't do any good."

Dean is about to say something more, but I see he's biting his lower lip. "Okay," he finally sighs, "let's find a motel or something."

I don't know what to say. So I remain silent. This is not going well. Not at all.

xoxoxox

About an hour or so later we sit in a shabby motel room – which actually looks really much like all the previous ones too, I guess all the motel rooms look alike – around a small table. I'm back at staring my hands because I feel uneasy to look at either of them.

"Okay, now we are in "an adult situation" for a conversation," Dean starts and leers at Sam, "you happy now?"

Sam glimpses at him but decides to ignore his words. "So", he starts slowly, "what did you mean by that what you said in the car?"

I'm scared again, maybe more than I've been during these three days. Now that the shock has worn off, I know I'm screwed. I shouldn't have talked out of turn in the car. Now I think I have no other choice than tell the truth. The REAL truth.

"Guys," I start and feel the tears burning my eyes, "I'm sorry, but the truth is there are no demons. Or ghosts or anything like that. It is all fiction. You are just actors, and Supernatural is really just a TV-show. And you are just nuts."

They stare at me. "What?" Dean asks, starting to lose his temper again.

"Dean, shut up, you're scaring her," Sam utters and stares at me with curiosity. "I understand that you must be really confused," he says with calm voice, "but we are real. That's a fact."

I shake my head. "No, you just think so. Really, this is crazy! Don't you have people who miss you? Like, you are both married, for crying out loud!"

Now they both look really shocked. "You must admit it, Sam, she IS nuts." Dean leans backwards in his chair.

Sam shakes his head. "I know you are puzzled by all this parallel universe stuff, but you can't mix our reality with yours."

"Don't you get it?" I shout, "There is no other reality! Only this one! Sam and Dean Winchester are fictional characters in a fictional show!" Then I figure something. "You are fictional," I say, "and I can prove it."

Dean squints. "Then do so."

I push my hands against the smooth surface of the table and lean against it. "I will. I just need a computer."

Dean gets up so quickly that he actually knocks his chair over. I can tell by just looking at him that he is irritated. A moment later he places a laptop in front of me. "Do your magic," he says spitefully, "and convince me I'm fictional."

It takes few moments for the computer to connect. Then I finally have a browser open in front of my eyes I type in "supernatural". That should find enough prove for me.

But the search engine doesn't provide me with links to IMDb and Wikipedia sites about the TV-show as I expected. "What the…?" I mumble as I scroll down. All I get is a great deal of page hits about supernatural creatures, such as ghosts and deities. And then, a publisher's web site about Supernatural –book series. BOOK SERIES? Why haven't I heard about such a thing before… no wait. I HAVE heard of them. IN the TV-show.

"Fuck." That is all I manage to say as I stare at the computer's screen. There is no way they could have manipulated Google, therefore only explanation I can come up with is that I truly am INSIDE Supernatural. "This can't be real," I whisper. Black dots appear at the edges of my sight. I have time to realize I'm about to faint before I do so.

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