"Bring. Him. Back." Dean growled again, crushing my wrists.

This wasn't possible.

This wasn't fucking possible.

"What?" I whispered, disbelieving. Some one grabbed Dean's arms and pulled him off of me. I started to look up, but before I could all the way, two massive hands practically picked me up off the ground and helped me stand up. I had to lean against the counter; I was shaking horribly. I looked up into the face of the guy who picked me up; It was... Sam Winchester? I leaned closer to the counter. I felt like my knees would give out any minute. Was I dreaming? Was this some sick, twisted nightmare? Maybe I had fallen asleep to Supernatural again...

"You okay? " he asked, squatting down so we were eye to eye. I swallowed.

"Not... really. No." My voice wavered. My legs fell from underneath me and I started to fall. Sam caught my arm and guided me to a chair nearby. I sat down.

"Just... just stay here." He said. He walked out, glaring at Dean. Dean followed Sam out. I sat my head down on the table. If I listened closely, I could faintly hear the guys...

"What the Hell, Dean?"

"What do you mean, what the hell? Go 'what the hell' Her! Now Cas is gone!"

"Dean, she's a kid! She has no idea what's going on!"

"…"

"Look, you stay here. I'll go talk to her while you cool off."

I heard heavy footsteps enter back into the room. I lifted my head slightly. Sam sat down beside me.

" Please tell me this is a dream. Please." I begged, putting my head back down. I felt like every drop of energy in me was drained out.

"Sorry. It, uh... it isn't."

"This isn't even possible. This can't be real. I fell asleep to the tv again, right? You're just my subconscious picking up the voices and displaying the information back to me as you sort it out. I'll wake up and I probably won't remember this at all." I tried to smile. Yeah, just a dream...

"Tv?" Sam asked, slipping closer to me.

"Yeah, tv. Probably just another Supernatural marathon on SPN. Sam and Dean are just dealing with the apocalypse... yeah. Yeah, that's it." I said, talking to myself.

Sam voice was...rigid, like he was nervous. "Supernatural? The tv show?" He grabbed my arm. "What's your name?"

"Alex Hirsch." I replied, confused. Why did my own brain need to know my name?

Sam stood up and ran a few rooms away. " Your birthday?" he yelled.

" January 15, 2000!" I yelled back. Heck, maybe it was just going through general information.

"What's your facebook profile name?"

"Alex Hirsch! Same as my name!"

"What's your Profile picture?"

" Castiel wearing a monkey hat!"

Sam was quiet for a few moments, and then he called Dean into the room. I heard muffled whispers. I guess after a few minutes I fell asleep.