Dean and Sam met up with Castiel.
"Cas, we're going to need a ride. Crowley's in there about to escape at any given moment," he said urgently. I watched from outside the church, hoping they wouldn't see me.
"Very well," Cas said calmly. He held his face forward, and just stood there. Nothing was happening. But in the books, he could always just flutter away! Something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Something isn't right," Cas said, worried. "I cannot move."
"What do you mean, you..." Dean trailed off as he realized something. I waited for what he was going to say. It seemed as if Cas and Sam were doing the same.
"You're, um..." Dean seemed to be struggling with his words. "You're human, Cas."
"Human?" Cas said, seeming to find processing this information difficult. He wasn't the only one. How could Cas be human? There was an awkward stillness in the air as the information sunk in. Suddenly realizing how far out of my hiding spot I had crept, I quickly backed into the shadows, snapping on a twig on my way. Immediately Dean grabbed the pistol from his coat and started to walk towards my spot. I tried desperately to find a place to squeeze into, but there was none. Soon Sam was shining a flashlight in my eyes as Dean cocked his gun and pointed it directly at my face.
"Please, please don't shoot me!" I shouted. I was terrified of what might happen if they got the wrong idea and thought I was a demon. Thankfully, I knew they would want to test me, so I was ready for it when I was doused with holy water.
"I'm not a demon," I said panting. "I'm not a vampire, or a werewolf, or a shape shifter, I'm just like you."
Dean finally put his pistol back in his coat. "Dean Winchester," he said, a slight smile creeping into his face.
"I know- I mean- I'm Jenna. Jenna Hollin. I... sort of read the books by Carver Edlund," I said shyly. Being a bit of a nerd, I was just a little too obsessive over Harry Potter and the Supernatural book series that had been written. I had only found out recently that everything written in them was real when a vampire killed my parents. I had then made it my mission to find and meet Sam and Dean. But I had no idea that this is what it would be like.
Dean held out his hand to help me up, because I had sort of ended up crouched on the ground when there was a gun to my head. I took his hand and stood up.
"Nice to meet you Dean. And Sam," I said as politely as I could. "And your...Castiel, the angel. Or, you were, anyway. Sorry I didn't just come out in the open, but there is a demon in this church, so I wasn't exactly comfortable with being near you guys just yet."
"Yeah, speaking of that," Sam spoke up. "I think we should probably all get in the car. He's kind of still in there."
"Yeah, probably," I agreed. We all piled in to the Impala. I tried really hard not to creep them out, but I got really excited getting in that old thing. I'd always wanted to. I looked over at Cas; who just sort of sat there in the car, staring into space.
"You alright, Cas?" I asked as Dean started the engine.
"I've just been informed something very surprising information," he said quietly. "This is not pleasant information. I'm finding myself... distraught."
I put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you'll be ok. We'll figure this out, alright?"
He nodded, and we pulled out of what was left of the church parking lot. We drove for quite some time, and I found myself drifting off to sleep. I awoke to the sound of Sam arguing with Dean.
"Dean, we don't know if we can trust her. That's all I'm saying," he said, frustration in his voice.
"Look at her, Sam. We pointed a gun at her and she shrunk to the ground," Dean said in my defense.
"We know nothing about her!" Sam shouted.
"Well, she knows everything about us!" Dean replied angrily. Then he lowered his voice. "Ok look, Sam, she said she's read the books. She knows what they are. She knows who we are. So why don't we give her a chance?"
Sam just snorted and the silence that hovered over the front seat was proof they were mad at each other. I just decided to go back to sleep.
When I awoke, we were parked at a motel. I got out of the car, and pulled a debit card out of my backpack. I walked into the lobby as Sam and Dean were still unloading the car. I walked up to the clerk and handed my card over.
"One king," I said, and after handing me my card back and giving me a key, the clerk just replied, "324." Knowing she just told me my room number, I walked back out and found 324. I unlocked the door, dropped my back pack on the floor, and climbed into bed.
I woke up the next morning to a strange noise. Sort of a whirring one, like one a factory machine would make. It was 7:00 in the morning, and I was unaccustomed to that. So a very grumpy Jenna looked out the window to see what the noise was. All I saw was a blue police box, sitting in the parking lot. It wasn't there the night before. I thought maybe someone had hauled it, that was until I saw three people step out of it. One of them had spiked up hair and he was wearing a pin-striped suit and gray converse. The other was wearing a black suit, with dark curly hair. The next was wearing a sweater and some khaki pants, and he must of had limp,because he was holding a cane. The first man seemed absolutely fine, but the other two looked dazed and confused. I wasn't sure if I should go out and ask them what was going on or just watch. I watched them through the window for a while, before I realized I couldn't see them. That's when I heard a knock on my door. I quickly dug through my backpack and slipped on a hoodie. When I opened the door, the spike-haired man was looking me in the face.
"Hello," he said happily. "I'm the Doctor."
"This is Sherlock and John, they're helping me out with a couple of things. Well, 11 things. Well, 11 things and an angel... human... thing," he said.
"Sherlock and John?" I said. "Like in the books and shows and stuff?"
"Well... a bit," the Doctor replied. I had just realized he was British.
Sherlock spoke up. "You read a lot of books," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Your parents died in a tragic accident a few years back, and you have no idea what you're-" He was interrupted when John nudged him and muttered "Don't be rude, Sherlock." Sherlock only scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"I'm John Watson," John said. He seemed like the kind of mannerly, proper sort of person.
"I'm Jenna Hollin," I said simply. "Are you guys, like, named after Sherlock and John from the books or are like, actors, or something? Because I'm really confused."
Apparently the confusion was mutual. Both John and Sherlock just stared at me blankly. That's when the Doctor cut in.
"There... sort of from a different universe," he explained. I just sort of nodded as he continued. "Do you happen to know a Sam and Dean Winchester?"
This is when more shock than confusion settled in. "Um, yeah, I do know them. I only met them last night, though. Why, is there something you need to tell them? Do you know them?"
"No, no," the Doctor replied. "But I got some strange signals from the TARDIS that drew me here. Are they staying here by any chance?"
"Um, yeah," I said. "What's a TARDIS?"
"I'll explain later," he said, and with that he started to knock on each door, with different people answering each time. Finally, we came to room 330, and Sam answered the door.
"Hey," I said. "How are you guys?"
"Um, good, good, we're fine," he said, giving a suspicious glance at the others.
"Oh! Sam, these are my... acquaintances, The Doctor, Sherlock, and John," I said, hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions. But of course, he did.
"Oh, right, how did they get here? And I thought Sherlock was a-"
The Doctor cut him off. "Can we speak to Castiel?"
"No," Sam replied. "My brother Dean took him to-wait how do you know who Castiel is?"
"Well, it's a bit of a long story," the Doctor said quickly. "See, we um-"
He didn't get to finish because Sam had slammed the door in his face.
"Right," the Doctor said anxiously. "Didn't quite go how I planned it, but that means new plan. Sherlock, where was Dean taking Castiel?"
"He was taking him to the pub," Sherlock answered automatically. "Naturally because of what happened to Castiel, Dean must have thought it would be a good idea to try and cheer him up, obviously."
"Right, we'll go there then," the Doctor said, rushing over to the box. "You coming, Jenna?"
"You'll see," he said with a giggle. Then he pulled out a key and unlocked the doors.
"Here we go again," John muttered, with a slightly terrified look on his face. I followed him and Sherlock in through the doors and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Within that small box was a huge ship. It's hard to describe exactly what it was, but it was weird and fascinating and terrifying all at the same time. I just stood there, stunned. They all started laughing, and the Doctor told me to shut the doors. Still not talking, I shut them both and walked towards the middle of the room I was in. The Doctor was already pressing buttons and switching levers, which there were a lot of on the console thing that stood in the center. Then that whirring noise started up again, and before I knew it I was being tossed around. Screaming, and almost throwing up, I desperately tried to find something to grab onto to. When I finally got a hold onto the railing, it stopped.
"What the heck happened?" I gasped, still shaking.
"We just flew through space," the Doctor said simply. Then he opened the doors and I saw the outside of a bar.
"We've... moved," I said. No one said anything else. We all walked into the bar, and I didn't see Cas or Dean.
"They're not here," I said, disappointed.
"Well maybe they... never mind," John said. "Let's just wait for them to get back."
We all stepped back into the box and flew to the motel, then waited around in my room.
"TARDIS," the Doctor said quietly.
"What?" I asked.
"The ship we fly in, it's called the TARDIS," he replied. "Stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. It goes anywhere in time and space, and it's mine."
"Oh," I said, not knowing what else to say. "Cool."
