I sat on my bed, idly flipping through a book I had read over a thousand times, when I heard a ping. Glancing up from the worn pages, I looked over at my phone, settled on the floor, currently charging away. It's screen was lit up, and it dinged again, giving me a reminder that it had gone off. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not I had the willpower to force myself off the bed and check it.

Ping...pingpingpingpingpingpingping.

It fired away in a fury of pings, and I gasped in shock, not expecting it to spazz out like that. My life was pretty boring, and I spent most of my days on tumblr, browsing through my superwholock filled dash. In case you're wondering, superwholock is a fandom of Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock – all popular television shows.

My mum always said I watched too much television, and should go to college for something more productive and important than creative writing. Nursing is the job she tried to force me into when I was in High School. Always signing me up for this class or that at the local college. I never cared too much for nursing, because the blood always tore my stomach up. It wasn't others' blood that bothered me, it was the thought of whatever ailment they had, happening to me. My mum had an excuse for that, too.

'If you didn't watch so many weird shows with paranormal, make-believe, creatures, then maybe you wouldn't be so paranoid! You're more likely to get struck by lightning then you are to get skin cancer from being a lifeguard!'

Anyways, enough of my rambling, back to what happened.

I groaned in frustration, the pinging still going off in rapid bursts. I threw my book down onto my worn lavender comforter, and got up. I hiked up my baggy sweats, which were much too long for my 5'7" frame, and trudged across my room. I bent over to grab my phone, and the pinging immediately stopped the second my fingertips touched the cool metal. I stood up, only to be jerked slightly down when the cord connected to the wall prevented me from going any further than four feet. I slumped to the floor and tapped the home button. My lock screen was flooded with an array of different things. Text messages from random numbers, a few calls, tumblr notifications, and news updates were just some of them. It was as if my phone fast forwarded through time, and received a month's worth of notifications in about twenty seconds.

I slid the unlock button, and tapping in my 7-4-3-7 pass code. I grinned to myself. My phone was just 'S-H-E-R' locked. I glanced at the clock, as I fought back a yawn.

0:00

"What the heck?" I murmured aloud, staring at the clock on my wall to see that the second hand would click back a few paces, then forwards, only to click back again.

I flipped through my messages briefly, a bit disturbed to find that they all were strange numbers and letters, some with accent marks and some just random strings of a's or e's.

I deleted a few of them, but gave up when the massive amount wasn't diminishing.

I tossed my phone back onto the floor and went back over to my bed. Right after my mind had resubmerged itself into the book, my door thumped softly and I jumped, cursing under my breath.

"Go lay down, Imp!" I called through my door. Imp was my black lab. Full of energy, but ready to cuddle whenever the sun went down. And yes, Imp is short for Impala.

The door clunked again as she nudged it with her nose, and I sighed, getting up.

"Alright, fine, I'm coming." I slipped off my bed, only to trip over a dark object in the dim bedside lamp light.

I grunted and looked down, only to see...Imp.

If that was her, then who was...clunk...doing that...?

The door clunked again and I jumped, sliding to the floor and shimmying over to the side of my bed. I grabbed my necklace like I always did, and rocked back and forth nervously, waiting for the noise to go away.

I didn't hear anything for a few minutes, and my nerves calmed down enough to let my brain realize I was super sleepy. I nudged Imp, and her brown eyes blinked sleepily at me before she got up and shook her fur back into place. I crawled into my bed and shut off my bedside light, patting the bed three times. Imp jumped up and plopped down at my side, her head laying across my calves.

"Imp." I hissed, patting the bed near my face. "I don't want your stinky butt in my face."

She groaned in protest, but I patted it again. "C'mere." she managed to turn around before dragging herself up a bit. I grinned and patted her head with a smile. "Good girl."

I draped my arm across her furry shoulders before falling asleep.

~~~~0~~~~

The next morning, I woke to the bright sunlight peeking in through my vertical blinds. I sighed sleepily and patted the bed for my snuggle buddy, only to find it empty and cold.

"Traitor." I grumbled to myself before pushing back my covers and getting out of bed. The clock on my wall read ten a.m. and my stomach growled.

Normally I was up at nine so I could write, read the comics, or go on tumblr before I went to my online classes, but I guess I slept in because of … last night.

Last night's events flooded back into my mind, and I turned on my heel and grabbed my phone. I unlocked it and flipped through the messages, which were now all gone. Everything was gone and back to normal, like it had never even happened.

Did it even happen?

I gnawed on my bottom lip as I thought. It had to of happened. There was no way it didn't happen, right?

I pushed my paranoia aside and quickly got ready for the day. My shower was hurried, as usual, and my breakfast was even smaller than normal. I was applying my makeup in a light layer, when my phone pinged, causing me to jump and cause a black light to travel halfway up my eyelid.

Cursing under my breath, I unlocked the screen and flipped to the message from my neighbor, a nice lady in her late fifties who was a bit nosy with neighborhood happenings.

Two young men are investigating something outside in the house across from yours. I looked in the news and I guess something happened there last night around midnight. Figured I'd let you know. ~Sally

I blinked in surprise and read the message to myself. So it did happen. I realized. How strange.

I replied with a quick, okay, thanks for the heads up, and fixed and finished my makeup, which was only a light layer of foundation, mascara, winged eyeliner and lip gloss. I pulled my hair out of the braids I had slipped my almost dry hair into and finger combed the waves out.

Walking down the stairs and turning around the corner, a spot of light caught my eye. I peeked cautiously around the corner and found my front door ajar and unlocked.

Oh, shit.

I took a shaky breath and grabbed an iron poker out of my closet and stepped back slowly. I crept around the corner into my living room, mirroring the positions I'd seen Sam and Dean do when they'd go into unknown places.

My living room was empty, but obviously disturbed. A corner of the rug was pushed back and I sighed in partial relief. I had drawn a devil's trap on the bottom of the rug, and because it was messed up, I obviously didn't have a demon on my hands. This was a good thing, I suppose.

I continued my creep into the kitchen, and almost lost my cool when I saw a tall, shaggy haired man – in a suit – digging through my cupboards, and a shorter, buffer man – also in a suit – looking under my sink.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy freaking mother of Castiel.

A squeal slipped out of my mouth, and I dropped my iron poker to slap my hand over my mouth and darted around the corner back into the living room.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I whispered to myself. "There's no way I'm not dreaming." I pinched myself as hard as I could on my arm, and winced as the pain darted through my body.

Yup, definitely awake and alive.

I heard hushed whispers from the kitchen, and I froze.

Oh no. They had guns. And were in my world. And were investigating. Why were they in my world? They weren't supposed to be real! If they were real, then what else was real? Crowley? Demons?

There was no way this was a good thing, no matter how much I wanted it to be. I listened intently as I pressed my back against the small wall between the entrance to the kitchen, and the entrance to the hallway that also...led from the kitchen.

They could come from either way.

My eyes darted back and forth, trying to figure out on which way they were coming. I heard footsteps from my left, where the kitchen was, and immediately bolted for the stairs.

Now that I look back on this, I find it very funny. Running away from my two favorite once fictional characters in the world, instead of running to them.

"What the!" I heard someone exclaim, presumably Dean, and I ran even faster, skipping as many stairs in one stride as I possibly could. I slipped on the top step, still in my baggy sweats, and slid down on my stomach about six of the fifteen stairs.

"Ow." I grumbled, and tried to scramble back up the stairs, only to find a hand clamped around my ankle.

I didn't struggle, simply turned my head slowly back to stare into the green eyes of Dean, who was studying my curiously, only a hint of predatory malice in his eyes.

I continued to gaze back at him, and he smirked after a moment. Once he seemed to realize that I wouldn't try anything, he let go of my ankle. At that moment, I kicked him in the shoulder, and sprinted down the stairs and hid behind Sam.

I felt Sam's long arms wrap around my shoulders in a split second, and I was suddenly pinned to his hard chest.

"Why'd you do that for?" Dean asked, cocking his head to the side, but still having his gun aimed at me.

"S'not as violent as you." I mumbled, squirming in his arms. "Could you let me go now please?"

"We just want to ask you some questions, Miss." Dean said, ignoring my question.

"Oh yeah, sure." I said sarcastically. "The two men who just broke into my house want to ask me some questions they expect me to answer. How do you expect me to answer when one of them has a Colt M1911A1 leveled at my face."

I pictured Sam's eyes widening like Dean's just did. He lowered the gun and jerked his head towards the couches. Sam gently pushed me, causing me to stumble onto the couch.

By the time I had turned myself so I was on my bottom, both men were standing in front of me, their arms crossed. Suddenly, water was thrown in my face and I scowled.

"I'm not a -" I started to say, but covered it up with a loud yelp. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

I'm not a demon you dumb asses!

The brothers met eyes for a moment, before Dean spoke.

"I'm Jackson Bradburry, and this is my partner Jeff... Jovi. We're FBI agents investigating the case." the brothers flashed 'badges' and I studied them.

Those aren't FBI badges...

"You said you were F.B.I. Agents?" I asked, trying to sound timid.

"Yes m'am, that's right." Sam replied politely.

I smirked knowingly. "Then why did you flash U.S. Marshall badges?"

They stuttered for a second before I interrupted them. "Sam, Dean, the act's up, why don't we go eat some pie?" I got up and pushed by them, kicking my rug so the devil's trap showed a bit. "I know you like apple, right Dean?" I smiled charmingly over my shoulder, only to be slammed into the wall by Dean a second later.

"What are you?" he snarled, pressing me against the wall. "How did you know our names?"

I laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you!"

"Try me." he snapped, and eased off at Sam calling his name warningly.

"You said you had pie?" his eyes lit up slightly and I grinned.

"Yes." I looked back at Sam, who had lifted up the corner of the rug and was studying the devil's trap.

"Dean." I heard him call, but I was already in the kitchen. I heard their loud whispers again as I busied myself in the fridge, pulling out the pie for us to eat. That was one thing we had in common, Dean and I, we both loved apple, cherry, pumpkin, etc, pie. I heard loud footsteps and started to turn around. Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my neck and I was slowly lowered to the ground as my world spun and my vision faded.