[ In the Beginning ]
Shivering and now soaking wet (granted the great luck both Kāzia and Eva have, it started to rain halfway through their tedious journey), the two girls stepped to the counter of the motel where the manager was sitting back, reading through the newspaper. He glanced up only when Kāzia cleared her throat, his bushy eyebrows narrowing at the sight of the girls.
"Can we have a room?" Kāzia asked. Eva nodded beside her, looking through her pockets for her wallet.
"How long?" grunted the manager as he folded his newspaper, setting it on the table. Rolling backwards on his chair, he took a small, silver key hooked to a red plastic card with a white number that said 7.
"A few nights, at most."
The manager didn't answer as he threw the key at Kāzia, who exchanged a slight disgruntled look with Eva. The shorter girl stepped forward, her black wallet in hand.
"That'll be $40.25," the manager sighed, glancing at an article on the newspaper.
"Uh…" Eva fished through the cash until she pulled out the right amount, glancing back at Kāzia who narrowed her eyes. Seemed too pricy for such a cheap, rundown place.
The manager took the cash, inputting it into the cash register. The two girls headed back outside, looking for the door with the right number.
"That much for this crap-ass place?" Kāzia muttered under her breath as they passed room 4. Eva shrugged in response.
"At least I had the money."
Kāzia merely nodded as the two carried on until room 7 came into view. She stuck the key into the keyhole, turning it until it clicked. Pushing the door open, they stepped in, flicking the lights on as they looked around. Two beds were to the side of the room, followed by a bedside table separating them and two doors: one leading to the bathroom, while the other lead to a miniature closet. The room appeared to have air conditioning and carpet didn't seem too moldy.
A yawn escaped Eva as she sauntered towards one of the beds, plopping down on it. "I'm so tired," she sighed.
Kāzia shrugged, sitting down at the edge of the other bed. Although the bedding could be a bit more comfortable, the mattress of the bed wasn't that bad. She glanced towards Eva who had her eyes closed, her glasses pressed against her face. "Eva?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you… really think we could be in… 'Supernatural land'?"
Eva opened her eyes, sitting upright. She stared ahead for a moment before looking at Kāzia. "I don't know, Kaz."
Kāzia sighed, standing up once more. She reached forward, shrugging back on her olive colored jacket as she started for the door. Before she could turn the handle Eva called from behind her, "where are you going?"
"Just a walk around. I'm not tired."
"So you're going to leave me here to get murdered?" Eva asked, sitting up now. Kāzia glanced back at her over her shoulder. Eva was now sitting at the edge of the bed, her hair messy. "I refuse to be the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode!"
Kāzia sighed. "To be honest, I think it's been longer than the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode, Eves. You'll be fine." Hair still dripping, Kāzia walked out of the motel room, Eva's protests finally dying down as she closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it. Shoving the key back into her jacket's pocket, Kāzia continued forward, staring at the chipping concrete which was staining with the rainwater from Kāzia's hair, and also from the water dripping off the sides of the motel's canopy-roof.
Deeply contemplating the thought of Eva and herself actually being the Supernatural world seemed a little far-fetched to Kāzia. Of course, it was their life-long dream. For years they have been awaiting each Supernatural season finale and season premiere, widely anticipating what each turn the Winchesters would take. The two girls have basically devoted their lives to Supernatural (not in the holy-crazed-fangirl-Becky-religion way, but more or less in a I-widely-support-you-with-every-being-of-my-body-but-I-still-have-boundaries way).
A larger, taller figure suddenly bumped into Kāzia, causing the girl to stumble backwards, her balance failing her. Before she could hit the ground, a firm hand reached forward, gripping her tightly and bringing her back to her feet. Breathless, Kāzia let out a short laugh of embarrassment, her cheeks reddening as she looked up to meet the face of the person she had run into.
All too familiar 'puppy-eyes' met hers. Kāzia's eyes widened slightly as she continued to scan his features. Towering at a 6'4" height, it wasn't hard to mistaken the man clad in plaid as Sam Winchester. Kāzia willed herself not to gawk at the Jared Padalecki-Sam Winchester standing before her as he gave her a small smile.
"Sorry," he said. "I was in a rush and didn't really look where I was going…"
Kāzia shook her head, face still flushed at the thought of actually being in Supernatural. "Uh-it's… uh, it's fine." She finally said, realizing he was waiting for her response.
Sam smiled another one of his all-familiar polite smiles as he muttered another apology, walking bas Kāzia. She spun around, watching his figure retreat until it was out of sight of the motel. She frowned. If Sam were here, wouldn't that mean Dean would be as well? She glanced around, seeing the Impala was parked in its usual spot of a motel parking lot. Why wasn't Sam with Dean?
Walking back to the motel, still feeling light-headed at the thought of being in a Supernatural episode, Kāzia unlocked the motel door, greeted by a pillow smacking her in the face, causing her to fly backwards and hit the ground, no Moose around to help pull her back to her feet before she could collide harshly with the cement.
"Kaz! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Eva exclaimed. Kāzia blinked, her head aching and vision blurred. She blinked a few times to see Eva attempting to pull her back to her feet. Kāzia shook her head as Eva guided her back into the room, helping her sit back on the bed. "I-I was paranoid since I thought you'd be out for a while… and, oh my god, there's just so many noises here and I was scared... and-and I'm so so so sorry! I'm so sorry, Kaz!"
Kāzia shook her head, feeling slightly sick to her stomach from the migraine that was now beginning to pulse at either side of her temples. She gave Eva small smile, reassuring her anxious friend. "It's fine, Eves."
As Eva continued to rush apologies at Kāzia, jumping to her feet and running to the kitchen-part of the motel room, the sound of the stove flickering on and water being poured into the kettle, Kāzia wondered if now were a good time to tell her panicked friend if they were in the Supernatural world.
As Eva came back with a cup of tea the motel provided, she handed it to Kāzia, still rambling on her apologies. Kāzia set the cup down on the bedside table, taking a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" Eva asked, concerned. Kāzia nodded.
"I ran into Sam Winchester a few moments ago," she said slowly, waiting for Eva's response. Her glasses-wearing friend merely stared at her.
"You're joking, right? Oh my god, I gave you such a bad concussion, Kaz, I'm so sor-"
"Eva, shut up." Kāzia sighed. She pulled on her friend's arm, making her sit next to her. "I don't have a concussion and it was before you hit me with a pillow. What was in that thing, anyway?"
"The remote control, some shampoo bottles…"
Kāzia shook her head. Eva laughed awkwardly as she said, "wait… so Moose? Sam as in Moose Winchester?"
Kāzia nodded, smiling. "Yes, Eves. Moose Winchester ran into me. He grabbed me before I hit my head, though."
"Wait, so you literally ran into him?" Eva asked.
Kāzia nodded again.
"Are you kidding?" Eva exclaimed, standing up. "That should be me!" she cried, pacing back and forth. "You don't even like Sam that much! Ugh!" She finally stopped pacing, her eyes widening. "Wait… We're in Supernatural?" Her face seemed to light up the entire room as she whispered excitedly to herself, "I'm in Supernatural!"
"Um, we're in Supernatural," Kāzia piped up.
Eva ignored her. "I'm in Supernatural…" Her voice rose in excitement, "oh my hecky padalecki I'm in Supernatural!"
Kāzia laughed. Their happy expressions soon died down as realization dawned on them.
"Wait… what season are we in?"