Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This story is written for entertainment only, no money gained from it. Original characters in this chapter are the creature with a left scarlet eye (name not revealed yet) and (to some extent) the reader.

A/N: Before we start, here is a short guide: Y/n = your name, italics= thinking, bold letters= important info.

Scarlet Eye

Chapter 1: Keep your feet on the ground

"Wow, it's awesome!" you said, while the fireworks lighted the sky. Even Sam and Dean gasped. It was such a clear, serene night for three hunters on a field, but something was off, it has to be... It's too nice to be real. That sentence sounded like a happy fairy-tale. The brothers were looking at you in awe like a fairy or a goddess and there were no clouds, which isn't common in your area. Then you heard some weird shattering and of course the ground under your feet was splitting. The next you know is the uncalled fall into a room. A loud "STAY AWAY FROM HER!" distracted you from that strange dream, but still not enough to wake you completely. That's Dean's voice you thought, but wait a second, where is Sam then… Is he still waiting to attack the third demon? Finally, the surrounding maniacal laughter snapped you out of the whole madness.

The first you saw was Dean tied to a chair with a chain around his waist, legs and shoulders, who was struggling to escape. If he could manage to break the chair, everything would go smooth from there. One can still hope. "Oh, look who has just opened their eyes! Heh heh. The daring cutie who likes exploring, learning about myths and oh my, you even had time to study on a university. Are you even a hunter or just a sidekick who loves the green-eyed sculpture over there?" laughed the thing. Certainly not a demon of Crowley... Speaks too quickly and it could be something else than a demon.

The thing that held you had a long silver coat and a hat full of blue and white feathers. It looked like a man from '40s. You were tied differently from Dean. Sitting on some kind of throne, your arms weren't enchained, just tied with one leather belt each, sharp enough to cut your skin if you tried something funny. Your hips were bound to the big chair with a heavy double braided rope.. What is this thing planning?! I can't even move more than what, half an inch? But what monster or creature takes your footwear, huh? This one, apparently. You were in a 4x5m (13x16ft) room with a small window, probably in the basement at least judging by the dust. Nah, I can't determine where we are. Dust can be anywhere. "Ha, you know nothing about me, stop trying. What are you?" You knew that if you had replied angrily wouldn't help anyone, so you chose something neutral. It sounded indifferent, but still much stronger than you felt, somehow fearless. I said sounded, because you couldn't fool yourself about the emotions running through you.

Like a lightning the thing turned towards you. Here you were, flinching when its head moved with a sickening pop to take a better look at his hostage and you were finally able to see its left eye. None other than a robotic scarlet one. It moved like the zoom on a digital camera, it was creepy, even for you. "Oh no." Not okay, does it have a laser in there? "Oh yeah, it's me. I'm actually pleased that you've heard of me." Hmm, nope not ever. It left you paralyzed for a moment. And then everything clicked. It's a crossover.

"Y/n! What is it? You okay?" you heard Dean. "Umm.. I-I.." The creepy thing grabbed something from its pocket. Its hands went from nothing to human hands, then back to air. Your hand was free, but still held down by an invisible force. When you looked down it was too late, your wrist hurt like it was on fire. A high tech watch was burning its way into your arm. You screamed in pain, Dean cursed and then darkness.

"For now, that's all. See ya laterr." "Come back, you freak! Remove the damn watch, you hear me!" but Dean got nothing in response. That silver coated wretch left the two of you alone. Trapped in your own mind, hearing every word echoing around you, it was impossible to move a muscle. The more you fought it, the more you felt dizziness prevail. After a few minutes which felt like hours, you started dreaming of your life. Not ordinary dreams, it felt like you were watching everything outside yourself. More like memories inside dreams. Even those you aren't conscious about.

ZZZ

"Why do we have to go away from this house, mommy?" you asked, tugging your moms' shirt. "Daddy found a new one. A nice house with a big garden with flowers like on this picture, what do you think, honey?" "Wooow!" You were a happy five year-old. At that time your family was constantly changing locations, moving from state to state to keep a low profile, which meant never staying at the same place for 2 months or even less. This part of your memories was always a blur nothing to grab on, well, except happiness of course. The image slowly faded away, building another one.

Third grade. You could recognize that classroom anytime. Sitting near your classmate Sarah, you admired your mom's calligraphy. Your first name and last name were nicely written on your notebook for the English class. Mrs. Cook, your teacher, was distributing the worksheets with your favorite part, cryptogram with word scramble and spelling. That was fun, until lunch time. "You should eat some more, sweetie. C'mon." Not again, ugh. No. Almost every day the same story, I don't need to relive it. "I can't teacher, I'm full." said your tiny self. Dean, where are you and where am I? Dean! How can I run from this? Because from that memory on everything went south. A whisper came out of nowhere: Y/n wake up, fight it. Please, wake up. If I knew how I'd do it. I'm a hunter, I should be able to break free from stuff like this without being scared of a teacher trying to persuade a pupil she's teaching, to eat some more. It's normal for them. No one liked it, trust me. We jogged across the dining room to the kitchen to place back the tray, when she turned around or went to grab some coffee from the cabinet, and we ran as fast as we could (not all at once of course, she would notice) to wash our hands or straight to the next class. Blue walls morphed into yellow, showing a long hallway.

High school time, was your first impression as you walked down the corridors. Wrong, it was university. The "memory-dream" suddenly shifted to university. But nothing terrible happened at the time. I'm not just a spectator, now I can move freely it seems. When the clock ticked noon, all hell broke loose. 4 djinns materialized in the hall, each taking one student. It makes no sense. No way, I wasn't even here, the calendar on the wall says 2009. Without weapons I'm fried... How can I help them? If I'm supposed to do anything here anyway. Sadly, it probably won't affect the real life. This should be a dream-induced real life full of monsters-like situation that in statistics is full of risks and a tiny ray of happiness, which still doesn't mean I can't die here; reminding me of the place my body is now... I won't push my luck. I have to come out of this sequence alive. He needs me, both of them need me. Same goes for me. From the moment they saved me, the sun came back, shining more than ever. Green eyes changed your world. The wind blew away the dark clouds making space for a new beginning. As you stopped paying attention to your surroundings, a djinn reappeared, but you weren't expecting his movement. He stabbed you with your shortest dagger (which was strapped on your thigh) right in the chest. You fell down, your legs not able to hold you. As you gasped for air in small breaths, your hands were desperately searching for the second dagger while kicking the djinn away. Black dots danced before your eyes. Is this how it ends for me, alone in some kind of real dreams in fake reality? Argh.. h'rts. Almost there.. found it. "Oh, darling you will be pleading me to let you die." the djinn changed into Abaddon. F**k. My dagger is useless now. You threw it towards her heart, but you missed it. Low level of oxygen affects your vision- sounded the words of your father. This is happening too quickly. It was so hard to breathe. As lucky as you were, Abaddon removed the dagger from her shoulder, jumped towards you, pinning only one of your hands to the wooden floor. You kicked her as much as you could, pain radiating through all your body. At least I'll go down in a fight. Wake up! That whisper again. When you threw a punch with your free hand, Abaddon started laughing. Your punch was more like a slap from a tired penguin. She stood and disappeared around the corner. Staying awake became the hardest thing to do. Wake up, Y/n! Tell me how, if you already said it and I'm dying not dreaming! This is real. Ow, the pain is too real. Your pulse quickened and descended soon after. Beat by beat, by beat.. Everything was slowing down. Is this real or not? Ugh, the pain! Your eyes went wide as blood emerged from your mouth. Now you start choking, one of the last things before someone dies when stabbed like me- that's written in a textbook. Nice (sarcastic tone), my last thought comes from a biology textbook. *cough* *cough*.. glassy eyes, one last breath.. darkness pulling you under its' stone cover.

0000

"Y/n, wake up, sleepyhead." Someone softly shook your shoulder. You choked on air, launching yourself into your mothers' embrace. Safety. While she held you, she caressed your hair, saying something about breakfast. When you were calmer she went downstairs and you took in the current location. It was raining, must be April. I know this place. It's our big cabin in Montana where we went on a family trip, a weekend before moving to Arizona. Why did I push away this memory? Wait. This happened before high school. The day before, dad showed me a wendigo from the top of a hill nearby. I had nightmares because of the creature. Oh the good old days! Yellow walls.. wha- not again! I was in Montana, come on! Can't you wait longer?!

This time it was really high school. Huh, I guess I can check the students list. I'm still caught in this memory loop or whatever this is. It feels so real that I might be able to research on how to wake up. My school, I know where to go. Alright, no teachers nearby, I can risk a peek in their files and that's amazing. Next stop: the library, later on of course. Who am I searching for? Hm, the physics lady looked like a hunter, maybe she has something for me. 5 minutes later.. Nothing special on her table, but I can check her browsing history: convex lenses, ampere's law, strange disappearances, compass and fire tricks, cosmos, wendigo, serial connection etc.. She was a hunter, the rumors were correct, that's a first! After some browsing, I still can't find anything useful.. Must be my memory, not time travel with changing actions. Huh, would you look at it.. I've found a database of diaries from the people who were claiming to have been trapped in their own mind, memories, and strange twists of time by a blue man. One patient kept screaming "Red eye, lock me away, I'm here waiting!" or pleading "Don't touch me, sir. I'm begging you. I can't see that all over again." This is pointing at a djinn, but my case is different. Now I can't remember the reason I'm here. I'm sure that I knew what to do a while ago.. Time is running away. Five more minutes and I'm busted, I shouldn't be here. Hurry up internet, come on! Server not found. Awesome, I didn't need that dammit! I feel like going to the library. Hold up a second.. I got ambushed with Dean, right? A monster sent me here. So… Is it possible to find a solution to a problem in your head without the needed information, outside contact and new knowledge? I'm afraid that it isn't. Logically viewed- it's impossible, theoretically- only with a parallel universe. Let's open the door first, the-.

What now?! An open field who knows where.. just awesome. This used to be a pasture or a place soon to be full of cows or sheep. There's even a sign: Caution wolves in the area. I've never been here. The beautiful landscape turned into a kids' sand playground surrounded by a bear, a tiger, an angel, a shifter and a big snake. Looks like you got yourself in the nightmare village.