Authors Note:

Here we go again with another fandom which I most likely won't finish but... I have a feeling I will since I have this great idea but its been over used. Also please forgive me... This is my first Supernatural fanfiction!

Disclaimer! I do not own anything Supernatural! I only own myself!

This chapter is loosely based around Season 3 ending and beginning of Season 4.

This is AU and Self-Incert

Will be following the episodes.

Chapter 1:

Down The Rabbit Hole

It was a dark and stormy night of March 14th, 2013. I was inside keeping warm under a blanket laying down on the couch. I had been alone for most of the day because of earlier events of my stepfather being rushed to the hospital and being admitted for a stroke.

My blue eyes looked over at the TV for a few moments as I watched Lillth send the Hellhound after Dean Wincester. I shook my head causing my dirty blonde hair to fan out across the pillow. "No! I would of so made a deal with her... Just to save Dean! I mean I know he gets saved but come on!" I yelled at the TV screen. A sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes for a few moments as I heard the sounds of Dean screaming from the TV. I looked at the screen as the ending credits played and sat up. "It's not fair... Why can't things go right just this once? I mean would it hurt? I have nothing to loose... Heh... Get a hold of yourself, Jaime... It's just a show." I said standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

As I turned on the kitchen light I noticed a male standing there he had a trench coat on and had dark brown almost black hair. I gasped as I looked into his blue eyes. "You would of been willing to save Dean Wincester even though I save him? You would of went through hell?" He asked, his voice didn't show any emotion at all. I recollected my thoughts as I straightened out my white long sleeved shirt and raised an eyebrow at the male before me. "Yes I would of... I have nothing to loose except my creativity..." I said with a small laugh. The male shook his head slightly as he looked at me again. "You think its a joke? Messing with your own life?" He asked.

I pressed my lips together forming a straight line and rolled my eyes slightly. "No I don't but you know what? I have nothing better to do and... I have nothing to loose." I said. Before I could even say or even move the male before me touched my shoulder and looked into my ocean blue eyes. "Just remember... Be careful of what you wish for..." He said and then a bright light filled up the room. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt myself begin to fall backwards and falling into nothingness.

It felt like hours before I had finally hit the ground and I was gasping for air. I looked around my surroundings to only realize that I wasn't even above ground. "H-Help." My voice sounded like crap. I quickly broke the wooden box I was trapped in and mentally cussing along the way. After 15 minutes of digging and clawing I was finally on ground. I coughed and laid down on my stomach for a few moments. My thoughts were buzzing as I realized something. "I'm stuck inside Supernatural... This is just like Lazarus Rising... Except... I'm in Dean's place..." I thought. I quickly stood up and stumbled my way to the gas station. This was going to be a long journey before me.

Somewhere in Ponitac, IL a few days later.

Dean was sitting on the couch inside the hotel that they had picked out for the week since they were on a hunt for some demon that had just gotten out of its grave recently. "Hey, Sammy... Find anything yet?" He called looking over at his brother who was researching everything he could on his laptop. "No... Nothing at all. I don't understand this at all..." Sam said closing his laptop and sighed. Dean stood up and walked towards the door. "Well come on we better go check out the grave site at least." He said grabbing his leather jacket. Sam nodded his head as he stood up from the chair was sitting on.

Just as Dean was about to open the door there was a knock. He raised an eyebrow as he quickly opened the door. "Who are you?" He asked. It had been a few days since I had escaped my little pine box and told myself that I wanted this and I had to figure out if I was supposed to help the Wincester Brothers or not. I shook my head from my thoughts as I looked at Dean and smiled. "My name is Jaime Geist. I'm looking for Sam and Dean Wincester." I said. Dean quickly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me inside the hotel room. Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked at his brother. "Dean what are you doing?" He asked. Dean grabbed the sliver knife and cut my arm open. I growled in pain and glared at Dean. "I am not a demon! Or Shapeshifter! Or anything else that goes bump in the night!" I said.

Just as I finished my rant I was covered in holy water and shook my head. "Why did I want to do this? Oh thats right because I wanted to save his sorry ass." I mumbled. Sam looked at me for a few moments and raised an eyebrow. "Save who?" He asked. I slapped my forehead as I knew I shouldn't of opened my big mouth. "Uhm well you see... Dean... You had a deal so you could save Sam and you sold your soul to hell, right?" I asked. Dean glared at me for a few moments before he answered. "I did but for some unknown reason my deal was cancelled and I'm still alive and so is Sammy." He said.

I shook my head and groaned. "Well meet the girl who saved your ass and sold her soul to hell..." I said. Dean raised his eyebrow as he looked at me and laughed. "No... There is no way in hell you could of done that." He said. I shrugged my shoulders as I rolled my eyes. "I swear... I'm going to slap the living crap out of you." I mumbled. Sam sighed as he shook his head. "We better call Bobby and see what he says about this." He said. I nervously bit down on my lower lip and frowned. "There's more to my story than you two realize... I'm not exactly from your world per say..." I said.

This was going to be a lot to explain to these two and god help me for explaining it the right way.