Chapter Edited 03/15/2016

AN: This is an open ended story until further notice (you may have noticed it was started quite a while ago, I am just now coming back to it). It's meant to be a fun piece, when I have the time. If you do stop to read, and especially if you comment, I love you. Very much.

This is an unashamed author insert, but, I'm setting some ground rules. There will be no silly romance between myself and any of the other characters. I will not somehow be an amazing hunter all of the sudden. Because let's get real, I would probably die in Supernatural. So, that's that.

This story starts in season 3, with foreknowledge through season 8 (later catching up to season 10, to let you know to avoid spoilers).

So here we go!

My head... Ow… Damn it.

The first thing Mel noticed was that her head hurt like a real son of a bitch. She wondered if she'd fallen somehow. She opened her eyes just slightly, and realized she must be laying down on the ground. It felt like pavement. She squeezed her eyes shut again. The light didn't help the ache in her head. It must have been the middle of the day by the amount of sun she could feel hitting her skin. She was wearing her old jeans, converse, and university sweatshirt, like she could remember wearing before. Her long brown hair was still in a sloppy bun. So she hadn't been at some party, and wasn't just not remembering because she'd blacked out.

Wait. Did someone drug me?

Sitting up and rubbing her temples, Mel dared to open her eyes again, not really wanting to face whatever was coming.

That's when she saw a car headed straight towards her.

"HOLY SHIT!" She rolled to side as fast as she could, finally placing herself in her surroundings more coherently. She wasn't just on pavement, she'd been in the middle of the road. She had rolled out of the way of the oncoming car, but it had stopped just after passing her. She was clearly somewhere rural. There was farm land all around the road, as far as the eye could see.

Where are the mountains? This isn't right. This can't be real.

Trying to hold in the panic, Mel took deep breaths. Southeast Alaska didn't have farm land like this. Hell, it didn't have flat land like this. Just how far had she gone?

Mel stood up, looking at the car that had almost hit her. The driver side door opened, and a tall figure stepped out. Her tired eyes were still adjusting to the bright sunlight. The car was one of the only cars she'd be able to recognize on sight: a '67 black Impala. Mel didn't know a single thing about cars except how to drive one. If you asked her to check the oil in a car, she wouldn't know what she was doing. But she'd recognize that car anywhere.

And the driver of the car, headed towards her, was simply impossible. What was going on?

Walking towards her was none other than Dean Fucking Winchester. No, Jensen Ackles. No, Dean. What? She looked around for cameras. There wasn't any crew around. She wasn't on a set. So what was this guy doing driving the impala then?

"Hey, you okay?" He said.

Mel just stared, slack jawed and confused.

"Hey space-case, you okay?"

Dean/Jensen looked at her a bit annoyed, a bit confused, and maybe even a bit wary.

"Yeah, yeah," she managed to say. "Um, sort of okay. I guess. Where am I?"

"What do you last remember?"

Mel had to think about that. Where had she been last? She was working on a poetry explication for class in the university library. It was due tomorrow morning by email and she was so tired and the library was closing soon... had she fallen asleep? Maybe.

"Uh, I remember a library. I was in a library. I think maybe I fell asleep."

"Sam!" At his name being called, a second man got out of the impala. He most definitely was either Sam Winchester or Jared Padalecki. Mel wasn't sure which option she wanted to go with. Which one seemed less fucked up at this point?

Dean looked at him and asked, "Where's the nearest library?" Of course. If you wanted to know where to find the closest library, ask Sam.

"Gotta be at least a forty-five minute drive from here." Sam said. He really was tall. But his hair, well, wasn't as long as it should be.

Was this all some crazy dream? I've never done any type of drug for it to seem real though.

Another thought passed through her mind. "What year is it?"

Sam and Dean looked at her like she was crazy. "What year?" Sam asked. He came a bit closer, towards Mel. "Hey, your head. Looks like there's some blood there. Did you hit your head pretty bad?" Sam tried to get a closer look. She hadn't even realized her head had been bleeding.

"I'm not joking. What year is it? Where am I? And what the hell is going on? If this is some elaborate kidnap and prank thing it really isn't funny!"

"Easy there." Dean backed away, not apparently looking forward to the oncoming panic.

"It's 2007," Sam offered, trying to be helpful. "You're somewhere in farm country Iowa. I'm not sure what county we're in right now, we're just driving through. We really don't know any more than you do about what happened to you. When we saw you, you were just lying in the middle of the road."

"2007... Iowa... you're joking. You've got to be joking. Right?"

Sam held his hands up like a surrender. "Nope. No jokes, no tricks. Where exactly were you last?"

"Juneau, Alaska. And it can't be 2007. That isn't very funny. It's 2013." Mel looked at the very confused boys looking back at her.

Dean turned to Sam, trying to be discreet, but failing. "What do you think, our type of thing or just crazy?"

"Dean!" Sam chastised. Apparently he at least was aware of the fact that Mel was still standing right in front of them.

"Look, I need help." Mel knew she was going to regret this. She just knew it.

Screw it.

I need your kind of help, specifically, I mean. Not just any old help. I don't know how this is even fucking possible, but if it is... with the impala there, and you calling each other Sam and Dean... then you would have to be Sam and Dean Winchester. Which is just crazy. And not possible. Because you're not real!"

Sam and Dean were on alert now. Hunter game faces on.

Now I've made myself a possible threat... shit. Poorly done, Mel.

Dean spoke up first. "We didn't tell you our last name. Who are you?"

He took out a flask and threw the water in Mel's face. She sputtered a bit. It isn't very pleasant having water splashed in your face when you're already tired and confused.

"Well, I'm not a demon, for starters."

"You know about demons?" Sam looked intent, even curious.

"I know a hell of a lot more than that." Mel sighed. 2007? That meant she knew what was going to happen to them. That meant a lot of things would be happening she didn't want to be involved with. A lot of death, horror, and apocalyptic shit was still headed their way. She needed to get out of here as soon as possible. But how?

"Hi, my name is Mel, and there's a slight chance I'm in the wrong universe."