Title: Dreaming Of Reality

Author: Demira_Watson

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: Eventual Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, Adam/Michael, OFC/OFC

Warnings: Spoilers up to S5022 (Season 5 episode 22), Slash, Femslash, other warnings as they appear.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine. Supernatural is owned by the awesome Eric Kirkpe!

Chapter Rating: PG-13 (Swearing, Nakedness but no graphic description)

Word Count: 4360

Summary: One stupid spell and my whole world gets turned upside down and screwed over. Life is weird that way…But apparently this is normal for the Winchesters.

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Dreaming of Reality | Chapter Two |

·Demmy·

When I woke up it was to a beautiful sunrise. Soft oranges and pinks were giving way to a lovely pastel blue dotted with some candyfloss white clouds. There was a slight breeze tickling at my exposed skin. In a sleepy daze I noticed that the grass was slightly wet with morning dew and scratchy against me as I moved.

It was then the sudden realization that I was not only outside, instead of in my bed like I was when I fell asleep, but I was also naked as the day I was born…Or that one time at that beach party when we all thought it would be a good idea to go skinny dipping in the middle of February.

I sat up abruptly squinting at the first rays of light as I surveyed my surroundings. This could be Drake's idea of a joke but after his last attempt to get me semi-naked he learnt pretty fast that if he wanted to continue breathing he'd never do it again.

I was in a graveyard, a small one that obviously hadn't seen a groundskeeper in years. The headstones were covered in moss and dead plants. Most of which had sunk into the ground leaving only tips poking out of the yellow grass or just leaning of to one side like a miniature parody of the leaning tower of Pisa. The fence was rusty and non-existent in some places and the main gate swung back and forth leisurely, squeaking slightly in the breeze.

I couldn't hear the sounds of early morning civilization starting near-by and there didn't appear to be anything for miles around except a dark forest that didn't seem so appealing.

Standing up seemed like a chore too. Most of my joints creaked and my muscles ached like I'd been on an exercise binge for twenty-four hours. Even the morning sun made my head scream.

I wrapped my arms around myself trying to ward of the chill that was slowly creeping into my bones. I was getting the impression that this wasn't some lame prank sprung on me by Drake or anyone else, I had the funniest feeling this was more to do with Lucy's 'experiment' then anything else.

A soft groan made me turn around. At first there didn't appear to be anything there but when my eyes adjusted somewhat, I noticed a naked foot sticking out of the long grass no more then ten feet away from me. Deciding that things couldn't get any weirder then this I gingerly made my way over to the foot.

It groaned again but louder and the grass shifted slightly. I peeked into the clump of dried grass and found a very naked, very gigantic man.

"H-H-Hello?" My voice was raspy almost like I hadn't used it in days and I noticed my mouth was bone-dry and in desperate need of hydration. The giant man groaned again but opened his eyes at lest. He coughed (or hacked would be more appropriate) and tried to focus on me if the rapid blinking and eye-rolling was anything to go by. When he did finally focus he had the decency to blush which I found adorable. Obviously a gentle giant.

"Dude you're naked too." Naturally I had to ruin the cute moment. He stuttered and looked down at himself and promptly used both hands to give himself a semblance of modesty. Too bad I'd already seen and the guy had nothing to be modest about.

"Who.." He coughed again, "Who are you?"

"Demmy Stewart. Nice to meet all of you dude." He blushed again and I found it funny that the blush spread all the way down his neck and chest…And really this guy had zilch to be modest about especially when it appeared that he worked out, a lot. If I was straight I'd tap that.

"Sam Winchester, nice to meet you too." He pushed himself up and obviously had the same problem I'd had earlier if the grimace was anything to go by.

"Well Sammy-." I stopped mid-sentence and was vaguely aware of him correcting me but my thoughts where too busy to take in the familiar 'It's Sam.' I took another look at my new naked friend and then another look.

"Uhh…You okay?" No I wasn't. But all I could do was stare and gape like a fish out of water…or a girl who'd just woken up in another reality.

"Sam Winchester…"

"Yes?" Sam was starting to give me a suspicious look.

"Well shit…" I promptly lost consciousness.


I woke again on the same scratchy dead grass as before, only this time Sam Winchester was blocking the sunlight which was much brighter then before. I must have checked out for an hour tops.

"You okay?" He wasn't looking at me like I was about to kill him anymore, instead his hazel eyes where filled with nothing but concern.

"There's no place like home…There's no place like home…" I muttered still a little dazed. Sam smiled.

"Welcome to Kansas."

"Oh God…" I groaned. Sam chuckled and helped me sit up.

"You okay?" He repeated. I rolled my eyes which only furthered my headache.

"Peachy sweetheart." I got the famous bitchface for that. "I take it this is Stull Cemetery?" Sam nodded. "Whoopie."

"So who are you really?" Sam asked.

"Demmy Stewart. Not an Angel, not a Demon and not a supernatural creature of any kind. I am boringly human." I rubbed my eyes trying to rid myself of what was quickly becoming a migraine.

"Hunter?" I snorted.

"Nope."

"Prophet?"

"Negative."

"Then how did you know where we are and who I am…and don't say you didn't because you fainted when I told you my name." I glared at him.

"I prefer 'passed out'; fainting's for cheerleaders on low budget horror flicks." Sam smiled again and he did have a lovely smile. "Anyway it's…" Long, complicated, impossible, a plot for a bad fanfiction… "a weird story." I sighed.

"How much do you know?" He frowned.

"Uhmm…Let's just say I know everything between the moment Dean showed up in yours and Jess's apartment and to when you jumped into the pit with Lucifer as your co-pilot." That earned me another suspicious glare and no doubt what would have been a small interrogation if not for some more load groaning.

"Another person?" Sam frowned and stood up to begin heading in the direction of the pained groans.

"If we had some beer this could be a party." I muttered as I stood to join him.

We found our third amigo lying behind one of the bigger headstones. Just like us he too was naked and struggling with consciousness. I recognized him immediately.

"Gabriel?" Sam yelled and the poor archangel flinched at the volume.

"Off course it is…" I muttered. Sam either didn't hear me or chose to ignore me as he bent down to check the trickster. Having found no wounds and deemed him only to be suffering from similar symptoms to us, Sam proceeded to pick up the archangel like a princess and start walking.

"Sam? Where are we going?" I jogged to catch up with the giant.

"There's a town a couple of miles away."

"So what we just show up and ask them nicely for clothes, food and shelter?" I sniped back. My headache was getting worse.

"We steal what we need and head to Bobby's he'll know what's going on." I quickened my steps in order to keep at Sam's side, I only came up to a couple inches below his shoulder and my legs may have been long but they had nothing on Sam's.

"Right, 'cause no ones going to notice the nudists in town." Sam stopped walking and bent down to my eye level.

"Look I'm taking a big risk letting you tag along. For all I know you could be a demon or worse you could be Lucifer." I made a noise of objection to that statement but Sam continued. "Until I can test you, I don't trust you. Especially seen as you know so much. So let's just get into town, find some necessities and get to Bobby's. Ok?" We glared at each other for a few moments before I sighed and turned away.

"Fine."


By the time we reached the so called 'town' I was ready to die. My feet were cut to ribbons and covered in burst blisters thanks to the rocky back road we took. It had started raining a couple of miles back and we were all soaked and frozen to the bone. Sam was actually shivering and must have been ready to just collapse as our angel pal hadn't yet rejoined the living and was still being carried by gigantor.

The town couldn't really be classed as a town given that it was six maybe seven buildings dotted along a dirt road. One building wore a run down sign depicting its self as a gas station, honestly it had one lone pump and a broken down rusted truck with no windows and a wheel missing.

There didn't appear to be any people around. No curtains twitched and there was no sound coming from any of the buildings. It wasn't until Sam cleared his throat and levelled me with the most terrifying Bitchface ever that I realised I was humming the Deliverance banjo theme.

"So…Do we knock?" I asked. Sam frowned like he was trying to figure out a puzzle and I wondered if he meant to lead us to this town or if there was some other town near-by that was a little less…creepy.

"There should be people here." Sam muttered and I got the impression that he wasn't aware that he had the world's shortest archangel in his arms and an Empath with anger issues as a side-kick anymore. I coughed and he almost jumped at the sound.

"People or no people, I'm freezing and so are you so shall we stick with the looting plan or what?" Sam took a moment weighing the pro's and con's of wandering through the town that could have doubled for a ghost movie set. He nodded and began walking towards the nearest residential building his eyes darting back and forth in full paranoid hunter mode. I sighed and followed him. I could just have told him there wasn't anything to worry about in the town but that would have opened a whole new can of worms and I didn't want the gigantic Winchester to shoot first and ask questions later. Even if it was more Dean's style then Sam's I wasn't going to risk it especially with how Sam reacted to anything Supernatural after Ruby. I don't think he would have reacted well to the whole 'Hey I can sense shit!' angle. Better to let him test me for all things that go bump in the night before I sprung that on him.

I was ok with being dunked in holy water, cut up with silver and iron and walking through devil's traps and whatever else he wanted to try but I drew the line at walking through holy fire. Sam could find another way to test for angel mojo; I was not going to jump through fire like a circus act just to put the big guys mind at ease.

Once we reached the two story classic American style home Sam gently placed Gabriel on the porch before gesturing to me to hurry up. I rolled my eyes before jogging up to the door. Wincing at each step, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that we were leaving bloody red footprints behind so not exactly as ninja like a Sam probably wanted.

"Watch Gabriel and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, I'll check inside." Sam whispered.

"Yes mom." I sighed dramatically and was rewarded with yet another Bitchface. He didn't reply and slipped into the house silently. I settled down next to Gabriel sighing happily after giving my feet a rest for the first time since I woke up. Sam insisted that we keep walking without rest stops in order to reach the town before nightfall. It was the only time he talked to me on our long trek; he spent most of his time shooting concerned glances at the archangel in his arms (who hadn't made a peep since with left the graveyard) and glaring quite obviously at me. I understood kind off where he was coming from and the silence gave me some time to let the whole situation sink in.

There were several viable options to choose from here.

1) This was a dream. Which was probable but far fetched considering how real and vivid everything was not to mention the very real pain in my feet and muscles. My imagination was good but not that good.

2) Drake had spiked the candy with a new drug. (Possible and not beyond his capabilities) Or…

3) Lucy's plan had worked…Which was a scary thought and opened up a whole new world of problems and questions. Like why drop me in the Supernatural universe? What happened to Lucy and Drake? And last but not least and certainty the most frightening question…What was the sacrifice?

I shivered and decided not to concentrate on that last question. It couldn't lead to anything good that's for sure. Instead I concentrated on the resting archangel beside me.

I'd gotten a good look at Sam (all of him) and he didn't differ much from what I'd seen on TV. Same long floppy hair, muscular features, expressive eyes, raspy voice…In fact the only thing that surprised me was the height. Sure I was pretty tall for my gender but I still had to look up in order to make eye contact with Sam.

Gabriel was…well Gabriel. He probably had a couple of inches over me in the height department but other then that he didn't look any different then from the show. Plus he was well endowed too…

"Big things come in small packages…" I snapped my eyes up to Gabriel's face and found golden hazel eyes filled with mischievous glee staring back. I felt his amusement and his tiredness wash over me but I wasn't overwhelmed. Concentrating on Sam's emotions during the trek was like being on a rocket powered swing set, Gabriel was more soft, ebbing and flowing around me but not trying to drag me away with the tide.

"Welcome to Kansas's new nudist camp. Population three." I replied matching his smirk.

"I love nudist camps, so many tricks not enough time." He chuckled as he pushed himself upright. I helped steady him when he wavered slightly and noticed how warm he was in comparison to my icy touch.

"Easy there short stuff, takes a while for the effects of…whatever this is, to wear off." I held onto his shoulders, no longer as support but for warmth. He didn't seem to mind.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything but exactly how am I kicking?" Gabriel turned to face me, his smirk appeared to be a permanent fixture and I was suddenly reminded of Drake, I wasn't prepared for the home sickness to stab me in the gut. I coughed to cover up my flinch but I felt that Gabriel had noticed. Thankfully he let it slide by.

"Don't know but it might have something to do with Sammy being top-side and Lucifer free." Gabriel was about to fire off several questions when a familiar voice with an annoyed tone drew our attention.

"It's Sam."

"Speak of the Devil…Or not." Gabriel winked at Sam.


Having an all powerful archangel around had its perks (like the healing mojo he worked on both mine and Sam's feet, thank the Goddess) and of course, with Gabriel, it's down sides. Shortly after introductions and pleasantries were swapped Gabriel deemed the town we were in too boring and dusty and promptly snapped his fingers, transporting us to a new location.

The Eiffel tower in Paris.

In the middle of the day.

Still naked.

It caused quite a scene and I am not ashamed to admit I hid behind Sam. After all with both hands he could cover everything he needed too, me I needed more cover. I wasn't exactly body confident, despite being aware that I rivalled some super models stick thinness and the fact that Drake and Lucy had reminded me time and time again I was pretty, it still hadn't really sunk in and standing naked in front of mirror was hard enough let alone half of France.

Sam had yelled at Gabriel until the archangel had rolled his eyes and raised his fingers. With another click we found ourselves in a tasteful expensive looking hotel suite.

"Better?" Gabriel dramatically sighed. Sam looked torn between saying 'thank you' and 'bastard' so I jumped in.

"Much better. Never been to Paris myself but so far nice view." I winked at Gabriel and he gave a wide grin in reply. I always did respect his style.

"Then perhaps the lady would like some of the latest fashions for her to wear?" Gabriel clicked his fingers again and the suite filled with fancy boxes containing all the clothes, shoes and accessories to make a girly girl weep with joy. Me? Not so much, I recognized some of the names on the boxes and was vaguely aware they were expensive top of the line stuff.

"Uhmm…Thanks but jeans and tank top is more my style." Gabriel rolled his eyes and I caught the vague feeling of disappointment if not with me then humanity as a whole. Like it was my fault that the women of today wore trousers. Gabriel clicked his fingers again and all the boxes disappeared and in their place on the king size bed were an assortment of jeans and tops more my style as well as bra's and pants too. I nodded my thanks and began picking out things to try on.

Sam coughed and gave Gabriel a pointed look to which the archangel smirked and clicked again. Sam found himself in a Snow White dress complete with his hair in pig-tails and live blue birds twittering away on his shoulder. I couldn't help but collapse in a fit of hysterical laughter which Gabriel joined in on. Sam looked beyond unimpressed.

"Not funny Gabriel." Sam said in deadly voice but we just couldn't take him seriously and so we just laughed harder.


After Gabriel had snapped Sam and himself into their usual gear the archangel directed me the heavenly bathroom, claiming that angel's didn't need to bathe and that I could go first because he wanted to catch up with Sam. He had winked slyly and I had rolled my eyes but I had agreed to take the first go. Needless to say I wanted to marry that power shower it was that awesome.

Once I'd used up half of Paris's hot water supply and dried of with the softest towels in the universe I changed into denim jeans, a white tank top and a red chequered shirt. I took a quick glance in the full length mirror and was surprised to see that I didn't look too bad. I pulled my shoulder length wavy brown hair into a pony tail letting my fringe tickle my forehead and made my way out of the bathroom.

Gabriel was lounging on the bed with a snickers bar in hand and Sam was checking out the view. They both looked exhausted and although I hadn't heard any raised voices while I was in the shower, I knew Gabriel wouldn't have enjoyed the end of Season five that much.

"No clothes suited you more." Gabriel winked slyly at me.

"I try not to lose my clothes until the third date." I replied smirking allowing him to change the atmosphere of the room.

"So we're special." I couldn't help but laugh. It was half hysterical because really, I was flirting with an archangel. It was a surreal moment. Sam cleared his throat and I blushed like the kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Gabriel just waggled his eyebrows at Sam who ignored him.

"We should head to Bobby's." Sam stated.

"What's the rush? We could have a little fun." Gabriel replied and the devious grin that graced his sharp features implied anything but your average tourist plans.

"Gabriel." Sam scolded. "We don't know what brought you back and what pulled me out of the cage. We should investigate before this thing bites us in the ass and if there were any omens then Bobby would know about them. Besides I need to make sure he's ok and that Dean's ok."

"Sam, what's the last thing you remember?" I asked curiously.

"It's blurry." Sam replied frowning at the floor. For a second he was lost in thought and then he looked up and full on glared at me. "Wait we still need to test you." I sighed, of course.

"No need. Demmy here is 100% human, no added preservatives or artificial colours." Gabriel jumped in taking a leisurely bite of his candy bar.

"Way to make me sound like a health bar." I replied annoyed.

"Well who are you and what were you doing in that cemetery?" Sam continued.

"I don't know." I really didn't. Sam frowned at me again like he wouldn't believe me even I said the world was round. "Look I really don't ok."

"How is it you know so much about my life then?" Now that I could answer.

"I come from a different reality. And in that reality your life is a TV show called Supernatural. I'm a big fan. The last season, number five, ended with you saying yes to Luci and jumping into the pit. Dean went off to play house with Lisa and Ben and Bobby went back to the usual hunts. By the way how'd you know that Bobby was alive? Last thing you would have seen from the back seat of your brain was Lucifer snapping Bobby's neck." Sam's eyes had widened comically throughout my explanation and Gabriel had stopped munching his snickers bar and was now watching me like I was some fascinating experiment.

"I…uh…Wait! Bobby's dead?" Sam yelled.

"No he's not. God put humpty-dumpty Cas back together and the nerdy angel fixed Bobby. He's fine." Sam visibly relaxed at that but now I'd piqued Gabriel's interest.

"Dad stepped in?"

"We think he did…Not to sure. Castiel was the only 'proof', if you could call his reassembly proof." I answered. Sam was silent but his emotions almost floored me, a potent mixture of relief, confusion and steely determination in one massive tidal wave. Sam still didn't know what to make of me though but Gabriel's ease around me had softened the edges somewhat. I had to wonder if Mr Tall ever felt anything by half…

"If what you say is true, I mean about the reality jumping. Then how did you get here?" Sam quizzed, slowly coming around to the whole idea. Kid was fast at adapting but then again a lifetime of the weird and funky means little surprises you.

"It's complicated." I shuffled from one foot to the other.

"Then explain it." Sam urged sitting down on the bed beside Gabriel's feet and turning on that look which got so many victims to cry their hearts out to him. Usually I'm immune too these sorts of looks but he was quite adorable.

"My friend Lucy wanted to try an experiment and well…excluding the options of 'this is a dream' or 'I've been drugged' then her experiment worked." I shrugged sitting down on one of the eloquent couches that spotted the room.

"What experiment?"

"…mhmmm…mhmm…" I played with the hem of my shirt as I mumbled the rest of the explanation. I felt like a kid sent to the head teacher's office.

"Come again?" Sam asked.

"That's what she said." Gabriel dropped in and Sam hit his leg lightly in warning.

"To summon a Goddess…Or if want specifics, the Goddess." I looked away from Sam and Gabriel choosing to examine the choice of wallpaper in the room.

"You what!" Both the archangel and the Winchester yelled.

"It wasn't my idea ok! I tried to talk Lucy out of it but she wouldn't listen! Once she gets an idea in her head it's like trying to convince the sun to circle the earth instead of the other way around. Its damn near impossible to change her mind!" I shouted back standing up and pacing back and forth as I tried in vain to rub away my newly forming headache.

"Was she insane?" Gabriel yelled tossing his long forgotten candy into the bin.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You're lucky you're still breathing!" Sam shouted.

"I know that! Sheesh! I'm the Wiccan here, that's why she dragged me into it and because I couldn't let her go off and do it on her own, she'd have been killed for sure! At least with me she stood a fighting chance! But now, I don't know why I'm here or what happened to Lucy and Drake!"

"What's Wiccan?" Gabriel enquired an eyebrow raised.

"Wicca is a religion in my reality. Its Pagan based and older then Christianity. It's the belief in the power of nature and the earth and humanity and the Goddess who gave birth to everything." I answered. Gabriel nodded and Sam looked intrigued but like he was holding back.

"Do you know what went wrong?" He asked instead. I stopped pacing and flopped back onto the couch with my head in my hands.

"No I don't. When we cast the summoning ritual nothing happened. We went home and when I woke up I was here." I groaned. "I knew something bad was going to happen."

"Just relax ok. We'll figure this out. In the meantime we should head to Bobby's and start working on some leads." Sam stated gently.

"Angel Air. One way to Robert Singer's home." Gabriel grinned. The last thing we heard in Paris was the snap of Gabriel's fingers.