~*~ Chapter 1 - Angelic Humour ~*~
When I wake up, I half think that Chris had pushed me off the bed. Again. I am lying on something cold and hard, but rough. Not like the smooth, tiled floor of her bedroom. I open my eyes.
I am lying in the dumpster, behind an unfamiliar white and blue building on an unfamiliar street. A groan makes me look sideways, and Chris comes into view. The pain in both my neck and my arm tell me that this is not likely a dream.
I start panicking.
"Dude, wake up!" I hiss at Chris. She stirs, but does not wake.
What if we were kidnapped? And our kidnappers drugged us and ...
I grope at my clothes, but everything is still intact. There are no bruises and my legs do not hurt, like they've been wrenched open. I am still wearing my pyjamas: black pants, purple and white striped socks and a black vest. I calm down the faintest bit. I examine my surroundings carefully. It looks so strangely familiar.
"Wake the hell up!" I hiss at Chris again, lifting her hand and throwing it on the ground.
"Ow, dude, what the hell!" I groans, clutching her wrist. "Did you friggin kick me off the bed?"
"If you open your eyes, you'll notice that we're not anywhere near your bed," I snap.
"What're you talking about?" she asks, sitting up, rubbing her eyes and opening them. She looks about groggily for a few moments before asking, "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything!" I say defensively, "Does any of this look familiar to you?"
She shakes her head, "Nope."
"Come on, it looks as though we're near a gas station," I say, watching one car exiting the lot just as another enters, "Let's go get some answers."
I help her up and we head around the building to the front. I frown. It seems awfully familiar. A big sign near the gas pumps read: "Big Ryan's Gas 'n Sip".
"Hey, Chris," I say slowly, "Does this look familiar to you?"
She nods slowly. Just as I am about to head for the door into the shop, I notice something. Near one of the gas pumps stands a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, a car I would recognise absolutely anywhere. But it was not the car that caught my attention, it was the two men standing near it.
Instinctively, I look around for cameras to see if someone is shooting for a very specific television series. Dumbass, I think to myself, they've already made this episode, if this is really happening.
"Is that who I think it is?" Chris asks from beside me.
None other than Sam is sitting on the back of the car, talking on his phone, while Castiel is leaning against the front, reading a newspaper. Dean just came out of the shop holding two beers in one hand.
"Yup," I say, hurrying forward.
"What the hell are you doing?" Chris asks, nearly jogging to keep up.
"Don't you get it?" I ask her, "This most certainly is not a dream. That much is clear. Then there's only one other explanation. That stupid little statue of yours actually worked. We said that we want to solve a case with the Winchesters, then the lights went out for no reason less than a second later. That seems pretty weird, right?"
"But I don't wanna solve this case with them," she whines just as we come to a stop, hiding behind the gas pump, "We watched this last night. It's already been solved."
"Well, we weren't very specific with the wish, were we?" I retort. Just to be sure, to be absolutely certain, I pinch myself on the arm as hard as I can. Except for an ass-load of pain, everything seemed normal.
"Just had to be sure, didn't you?" Chris says, "What if this was a dream, and you just forced yourself to wake up?"
"I've had plenty of similar dreams. It wouldn't have really been a loss," I say, peeking from the side of the gas pump. Sam had just given the phone to Dean, who pretended to be excited to talk to the person on the other end, but put the phone down and walked away.
"Que, 'what's the word, Cas?'" Chris says with a grin.
Sure enough: "What's the word, Cas?"
"It's a shortened version of my name," Cas tells Dean, not looking up from the newspaper.
"Shouldn't we tell them that we're here?" Chris asks, "Introduce ourselves? Anything? I mean, this is a little creepy."
"You really think they'll believe us?"
"Maybe they will," she says, "I mean, Gabriel sent them to our universe once, remember? Well, kinda. In the series. Maybe they will believe us."
"Let's just wait until they're about to get in the car," I say. She nods. We peek around the gas pump again.
"I'm gonna become a Hunter," Cas tells Dean with a grin, and we softly snort with laughter at the expression on Dean's face.
"This is even better in real life," Chris whispers.
"Really?" Sam asks.
"Yeah," Cas replies, "I could be your third wheel."
"You know that's not a good thing, right?" Dean says.
"Of course it is," Cas replies, "A third wheel adds extra grip, greater stability. I even found a case."
"This is so cool," Chris whispers.
"Oh, yeah," I say, "Come on, it's now or never."
"You're gonna stick with us, alright?" Dean tells Cas, "None of this 'zapping around' crap. Capische?"
"Yeah, I capische," Cas says.
"Alright then," Dean says, heading around the car to get into the driver's seat.
"Before we go," Cas says deliberately just as I was about to get out of my hiding spot. I frown. "Someone has been spying on us for the last several minutes."
I feel my legs become numb, but there's no point in hiding anymore. I take Chris's hand and we stand up straight, walking into sight.
"Who are you?" Cas asks us.
"I'm Lilliana Stayne, and this is my friend Chriselle Smith," I say.
"Why were you spying on us?" Dean asks.
"Well, I-"
"Could we work on this case with you guys?" Chris interrupts. I roll my eyes. Damn it.
Dean and Sam both snort with laughter, and Dean says, "I don't think so. Are your parents Hunters or what?"
"Come on," Chris presses, "We have a working knowledge of all kinds of creatures."
"And how, may I ask, did you get this knowledge?" Sam asks.
"Well-"
"Ok, we'll just tell you the truth," I say before she can speak, "Do you remember when Gabriel sent you through that window one time, and you ended up in a dimension when you were Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles?"
"How do you know that?" Dean demands. I can see he's getting annoyed.
"We're from that dimension," I say, "In our world, your lives are on a TV show called Supernatural. We know of every case you've cracked so far. From the ghost chick with the white dress right up until you saved Kevin Tran and Cas snapped the Demon Tablet in half not too long ago. We know everything."
"Oh, for crying out loud, as if having a book series isn't enough in this dimension or whatever, now they went and made a friggin TV series in another dimension?" Dean snapped, "What're the angels playing at?"
"The angels have no power over what goes on in the dimension they are talking about," Cas says, then he frowns, "None of the angels here, anyway."
"So how did you end up here?" Sam asks me.
"We don't really know," I say, "Ever since it started, we've been fans of the two of you, and a few other characters. We always wished we could be Hunters with you, and, well, here we are."
"We just woke up over there," Chris says, pointing at the small gap between the shop and the adjacent wall, and I roll my eyes.
"So, can we come with?" I ask hopefully.
"Well, it's a little crowded, so why don't you try to get a hold of some other Hunters, or an angel or-"
"There's plenty of room in the Impala, if I could just-"
"I told you, no zapping around," Dean says deliberately, cutting Cas short.
"I could sit on Cas's lap," Chris says with a grin.
"No, I don't think so," Cas says, his eyes wide with what I can only identify as fear.
"They might be able to help, Dean," Sam says, "If they know everything that we know, possibly even more, they might-"
"How old are you, anyway?" Dean asks us.
"Seventeen," we chorus.
"Great," Dean says, rounding on Sam again, "So you're actually considering taking a pair of seventeen year old girls-"
"Don't be racist," Chris says, "I would think that Jo-"
I elbow her in the ribs, but it's too late. The damage has been done. The look on Dean's face says as much.
"If you know about her, then you know what happened to her while she was helping us out the last time," Sam says solemnly, "Do either of you have any experience with ... well, anything?"
"I take Karate," Chris says brightly, "I have since I was a kid."
"Look," I say, "Can't Cas just take us to a dimension, or come into our minds, somewhere where time is different, and teach us basic combat? There must be some way we can learn to help you. We really want to."
"I can link all of your minds and bring you inside mine, if that would help-"
"Thank you, Cas," Dean says deliberately, "Fine, get in. But I'm warning you, this is a bad idea."
"Can I at least ride in the front seat?" Cas says, walking toward the door hopefully.
"No," Dean and Sam say together, just as Sam pushes him out of the way. Chris and I both snort with laughter.
One by one, we file into the car: Cas first, this Chris, and I get in behind Sam's seat.
"I'm sorry to be impertinent, but would you guys mind buying us some clothes?" Chris asks, "We kinda came here in our pyjamas."
"Yeah, whatever. I'm sure Sam would love to go with you guys. You can go buy hair accessories for him while you're at it," Dean says.
Oh yeah.
A/N: Yup, I know what you are all thinking: "Seriously, she's writing about a case that's already been solved? Predictable!" Just stick to the story, all right? It'll get better, I swear.
Don't forget to R&R please! XD
