Artie swore and moved over. Damn Lyssa was hogging the couch. She barely had any room. Oh, this meant war.

"Lys, move over," she muttered.

Her sister didn't move. She rolled over and shoved Lyssa as hard as she could. Lyssa rolled over and fell on the floor.

"Son of a bitch," came the response. One problem thought. The voice saying it was a man's.

***

Lyssa's eyes flew open. She had heard the man's yell. She stared across from her in the bed. She saw the back of a man's head. He had short light brown hair. She could see a cord around his neck. She knew who she was in bed with but couldn't believe it.

"No way," she whispered.

"Man, that hurt like a mother," the man on the floor said.

Lyssa knew that voice. The man in her bed then rolled over. Lyssa screamed. She was staring at her dream man Jensen Ackles. This meant that the spell had worked. She freaked. She pushed the covers off of her and climbed out of bed. She tripped over the man on the floor and fell on her ass. She looked at him. It was Jared. She screamed again.

"Lyssa, calm down," Artie said sitting up in the other bed.

"Artemis! What the fuck? It wasn't suppose to work!"

"What the hell is going on, Sammy? You having a party?" Jensen asked sitting up.

"No, Dean. I don't even know these girls," Jared answered.

Artie looked at the two men and realized that they were calling each other Sam and Dean. She turned and looked at her sister. Lyssa was staring straight at her. She was not happy and Artie was willing to guess she hadn't noticed the name exchange.

"Artemis Styx Bennett, you have some serious explaining to do! I mean how the hell are we here with Jensen and Jared!"

"Jensen and Jared? Sam, what have I told you about our aliases?" Dean said.

"Dean, I didn't tell her anything!"

"Sam and Dean? But- ARTIE!" Lyssa was going to kill her sister then bring her back so she kill her again.

Lyssa stood up and lunged at her sister. Sam stood up and held her back. His 6'4 frame not having a problem holding her 5'6 frame back. She saw Artie climb out of bed. She glared at her sister. The spell wasn't suppose to work; let alone drag them into the crazy ass world of Supernatural.

"Lyssa, calm down. I didn't know this was going to happen either," Artie said.

"How did it happen? Let's start there, little sister."

"Wait, you two are sisters? Naughty Sammy," Dean said climbing out of bed.

"Not helping, Dean," Sam said loosening his hold on Lyssa.

"Sorry, Sam, my bad. So, where do you two fine ladies come from?"

Lyssa couldn't keep ignoring Dean. She turned and faced the older Winchester. She told herself she wasn't going to be putty in his hands. Then he turned that smile on her and her knees felt weak. Damn, he was hot and he knew it. She tried to turn away but his green eyes caught hers and that was it. She was a goner.

"Lyssa? Hello, earth to my sister?" Artie said trying to get her attention.

"Oh man, I need a support group," Lyssa whispered trying not to look at Dean.

"Okay, whatever that means," Sam said letting her go and giving Dean a look. He turned and faced Artie.

"Sam Winchester. You are?"

"Artie Bennett. That's my older sister, Lyssa. We are really sorry about this. Really sorry."

"Yeah, about this, how exactly did you get in here?"

"Well, we... Lyssa, why don't you explain how we got here?" Artie asked hoping her sister had a story up her sleeve. Artie was saved not by her sister but by Dean.

"Lyssa that's a beautiful name. What does it mean?" Dean asked not being able to resist flirting with the girl who had the big brown doe eyes.

"Nothing, it's Greek for a Goddess of the Underworld. I... I need to speak to my sister," Lyssa said taking a few steps away from Dean.

"Don't worry, I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

Sam and Artie rolled their eyes. Lyssa just smiled and tried to keep her focus on Dean's face and not his bare chest. His bare tattooed muscular chest. Oh, man she was losing it fast. You'd think she'd never seen a half naked man before.

"I'll keep that in mind. Artie," Lyssa said walking over to her sister and grabbing her by the arm.

Artie let Lyssa pull her to the bathroom. She managed to get a look around the grudge motel room. She made a face how could they actually sleep in those beds? Who knew what was crawling around on the sheets? She felt the cool tiles of the bathroom on her bare feet. She looked down and saw that they were brown. What a surprise. She heard Lyssa shut the door.

"Artie, what the hell is going on?" Lyssa asked.

"I'm lost as much as you are. I can't believe it worked."

"Worked? We are here with Sam and Dean Winchester not Jensen and Jared! The big question is how did we get stuck in a fictional world?!"

"Calm down!"

"I am calm!"

***

Dean stared at the bathroom door when the screaming started. He raised an eyebrow then looked at Sam.

"What is going on, Sammy?"

"I don't know, Dean. I locked the door last night after I got in. You were already asleep," Sam said.

"Then how did they get in here? And another thing, we're light sleepers so tell me, how did they climb in bed with us and we didn't know?"

"I don't know, Dean! All this makes no sense."

"So what so we do?"

Sam crossed his arms across his chest. He had no clue what to do. Dean had just gotten out of Hell a couple of days ago. They didn't need two girls to add to their list of problems; it was already too long as it was.

"I don't-," he started.

"Know. Great. Sammy, why does it seem like in my absence you got super dumb?"

"Excuse me? I don't see you coming up with a solution."

"I say we grab our stuff and go. Just leave them here."

"Well, Dean nice to know that Hell didn't change you."

Dean turned and glared at his brother. He opened his mouth to tell Sam differently but closed it just as fast. He didn't want Sam to know what had happened there. What he had done to survive. He knew his baby brother would blame himself since Dean made the deal for him, so it was better for everyone if he kept his mouth shut.

He walked over to his bag and grabbed what he hoped was a clean shirt. He pulled it on and eyed the bathroom door. The screaming had stopped. Now it was eerily quiet.

"I take it you don't want to leave them?" Dean asked Sam softly.

""Not really. They didn't even have shoes, Dean. We have to help them anyway we can," Sam said looking at Dean and giving the puppy dog look.

"Alright, stop it with the look. They can stay. But only till we figure how they got here."

"Thanks, Dean. You're an awesome brother. You're simply the best."

"Oh shut it. Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam smiled and went over to his bag. He started to pull out clothes.

"You know Lyssa is hot. Those fiery red streaks in her hair. I bet she's a wild one," Dean said changing into a pair of jeans.

"She has what in her hair?" Sam asked pulling off his t-shirt.

"Sammy, are you telling me you never noticed how beautiful those girls were? Or that Artie has her left eyebrow pierced?"

Dean turned and saw the dumbfounded lost look on Sam's face. He laughed. Sometimes he wondered if Sam even noticed that women were different than men.

"No, not really," Sam answered.

"Man, it's a good thing I'm back. Wouldn't want my poor brother going without. You probably haven't had any since I've left, huh?"

Sam flashed to Ruby but didn't say anything. He barely listened as Dean went on and on about his sex life. Or lack thereof. It was just like old times.