Ok. I want honest opinions on this. I worked really hard and it took about a week for all three chapters. The idea came to me when I was rewatching "The French Mistake" when Dean asked the writer why he put himself into the show. I am officially putting myself into the Supernatural universe. Kinda selfish, but really fun to write. This takes place between "Sacrifice" and Season 9.

Anyway, this is gonna be a Destiel too, because I ship them whole heartedly. I just wish it was canon.

*sigh*

Oh well. Love you guys!

*SMOOCHES*

I have always been, erm, self conscious. I never thought of myself as exciting, or something special. Socially, I failed. College was a horrible experience, I had a total of four friends, graduating with measly parental support. I love adventure though. And I got it though television. I never believed that anything could ever happen to me. Until something did.

It began as a normal day. I went to work at the diner downtown like I do everyday. It always calmed me, the bright sunlight that was always streaming from the windows, the pink and blue sign that hadn't been touched since 1984, even the outfit I had to wear. I loved my yellow dress was covered by a pink apron, with a white shirt beneath it. I especially loved the sunlight that constantly streamed through the wide windows from the Southern California sun. Even now, in the middle of winter, the sun was ever present.

I was taking orders and busing around food like normal. It was starting to get dark outside, and I was cleaning up, getting ready to close up. Everyone had already left, including the rest of the staff, when a man walked in. He looked kinda of strange, inspecting everything like he had never been in a restaurant before. I walked up to him.

"Hi! Would you like a seat? I was just closing up, but I would be happy to get you some coffee or something." I said. The manager would not be happy if I turned away a customer. He simply looked at me and grinned. The smile though, was sinister and I could tell that something was wrong.

"I was just here for a quick, bite." His emphasis on the word bite was punctuated by the sound of teeth sliding from the top of his mouth. I screamed as I witnessed the monstrous appearance. I ran behind the counter and ducked as he swiped at my neck. I yelled around for any help, but none came as I faintly remembered that I was closing up. The vampire laughed at my struggles, getting close to me as I backed up against the wall.

"Aren't you a pretty one? A shame I have to drain you. I just am soo thirsty" His teeth showing in an evil smile. I closed my eyes as he leaned in on my neck, very aware of how much pain I would have to endure before I would finally die. Teeth grazed my neck, and then, a sickening slicing sound rang out in the empty diner.

Something splattered on me, coating my uniform in a warm liquid. I opened my eyes to watch the head of the vampire roll off his shoulders.

"Are you ok?" A man asked me. In his hands was a machete covered in blood, which was extremely relaxed for holding a weapon. His very attractive features were also splattered in blood, his dirty blonde hair sticking around in tuffs. His movements were calculated and precise, flowing sinuously like a hunter stalking its prey. Currently, I was a suspect of being the next kill. His green eyes though, they were almost so green I could not believe they were real. I was speechless.

"Umm...n-yes?" I said. There was a throbbing on my neck, but it was dull because of the adrenaline flowing through my body. My knees had locked in place, prohibiting my movements. My brain dulled into a murmur of activity as my eyesight got dark. I could feel my heavy lids beginning to close as I started to crumple to the ground.

I was awake before I opened my eyes. I kept them closed, because I could hear voices talking to each other. I was still in the diner, I could feel the tile beneath me. But fear flew through me as I could feel a sharp pain in my neck.

"Man, what are we going to do with her? She just...passed out." A voice said from somewhere above me.

"She got a pretty decent bite from him, its a good thing you got here before he could drain her too much more." Another voice contemplated. My blood froze. Bitten? I have seen enough movies to know what happens if something, really anything, bites you. My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly, ignoring the dark spots that bloomed over my vision for sitting up too fast. My hands quickly felt my neck, only to come away bloody. I was beginning to hyperventilate.

"Oh god! What happened? Was that a vampire?" I yelled out, not seeing the men who were talking. A very familiar man came around the corner of the counter and came to kneel by me. My heart picked up the pace once I saw him and his companion.

"Um, no. Of course not...it was an escaped mental patient who thought he was a vampire. Umm, he bit you, but you will be ok. This is Agent Talbert, I am Agent Nealson of the U.S Marshalls, we have been following this man through three states and finally cornered him here. Unfortunately, you were still working and he tried to make you his next murder victim. We are just glad that you are relatively unharmed." The shorter, blonde one said. I knew he was lying, because I knew who he was. But...it was impossible, right?

"But I saw teeth come from the top of his mouth that weren't there when he smiled at me before. And, why'd you cut off his head? Not very professional." I accused, I wanted to scream at them. YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE! YOU CANNOT BE HERE!

"That was some of the drugs he slipped you before he tried to kill you. Makes you hallucinate vividly about your worst nightmare. There was a study on it in awhile ago, but got shut down because of the effects on the subjects. You didn't know about it because it is dispersed by aerosol." The taller one tried to explain. I scoffed.

"Do not lie to me Sam Winchester. I watch Sherlock religiously, do not try to pass of something form an episode on me." I accused, trying not to blow myself up with the feelings I was suppressing. He looked at me with a shocked face. It quickly turned to anger as I was doused with what I assumed to be holy water. I sputtered to get it out of my mouth, but it didn't burn. "I am not a demon. Or any sort of...thing. But how are you even here? You aren't suppose to exist. You are a TV show!" I exclaimed. The blonde man who saved me, Dean I assumed, looked at me as though I was crazy.

"What are you talking about? Did you hit you head when you fell sweetheart?" Dean asked. I blushed furiously at the name, too flustered to speak for a few seconds.

"Um. You are Dean and Sam Winchester. You hunt monsters! I have a picture of you for the background of my phone." I pulled my phone out and opened it to show them a picture of them inside the 1967 Impala.

"How, how do you know that is my car?" Dean growled. I backed up a bit. Sam leaned down to him and whispered something. Dean grudgingly loosened up and went outside.

"Ignore him, he is being a jerk." Sam said, receiving a muffled 'bitch' from outside. I giggled at the exchange. Sam looked at me and smiled.

"So. A TV show you said?"

Just an FYI, the first person point of view is suppose to be me. Literally.