I woke up, blinking against the sun. A little too fast, I sat up, looking around, trying to figure out where I was. As my head stopped spinning, I realized it. I was on the set of Supernatural, my favourite T.V. show. However, the show is filmed in Vancouver, and I live in Kansas. How in the name of Chuck did I get here?

I slowly got to my feet, to keep my head from swimming, and looked around. There was no questioning it. I was on the set of Supernatural. There was the Winchester's car, a black 1967 Impala, parked in front of a seedy hotel, a place called the Stepping Stone. I wandered over to the car, marvelling at it, finally able to see it up close and personal.

"Hey! What are you doing, sister?" I heard a gruff voice cut through my thoughts. Turning toward the voice, I saw a man, about six foot with light brown hair and icy green eyes, with a gun trained at me.

"Huh? Oh… I'm sorry, I was just looking at your car. Wait! You're… you're Dean Winchester!" After my initial shock of being yelled at, I realized who I was talking to, and had to pinch myself, because this had to be a dream.

I winced a bit at the pinch, earning a look from Dean , before he looked me up and down, and said, "Have we met?"

"No, but I know everything about you and Sam. Oh and Castiel! How could I forget him? He's my favourite after all."

"Ok, stalker girl, what's your name, and how do you know so much about us?"

"Oh yeah… sorry, my name's Fiona McKenzie, but most people just call me Fi. I'm a huge fan of the show, that's why I know so much."

"Wait. Show? What show?" He leaned on the car door, keeping the gun in his hand, but lowering it.

"You know. Supernatural? The show that you play Dean on, Jensen?"

"Who's Jensen? I'm Dean, and I have no idea what you're talking about, lady."

"Jensen Ackles. Come on. Quit pulling my leg."

"Still no idea what you're talking about, but this is not a conversation we should be having out here." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the hotel room. If I hadn't been so excited at meeting him, I probably would have remembered to be scared and shy, like my normal self.

As Dean opened the door for me, I saw a standard hotel room for the boys; two double beds, a bathroom and a table in the corner, where Sam was set up with his laptop. As the door opened, he turned and looked at his brother, "Hey, dude, check this out…. Wait. Who's the girl?"

"Hell if I know, man. Said her name's Dean a..."

"Fiona," I corrected. "You're Sam! So what are you researching? Looking for a new case?"

Sam looked at his older brother, got up, and grabbed something out of the one of the duffle bags on the bed. In one quick motion, he dumped a third of a water bottle on me.

"What the hell, man?" I asked, before realizing what he had done. "I'm not a demon. I'm human, through and through. I swear."

"Sorry, but anyone who comes out of nowhere and knows so much about us gets a dose of holy water." He said, putting the bottle away. "How do you know so much about us?"

"Like I told Dean , I'm a huge fan of your show. I watch it every week, and catch the reruns every morning."

"Like I told her, I'm still not sure what show she's talking about." Dean said, moving over to one of the empty chairs, and motioning for me to sit on the bed.

Sam sat back down in his chair and looked at me, "Why don't you explain some and we'll go from there."

"OK. You're Jensen Ackles and you're Jared Padalecki. You play Dean and Sam Winchester on the T.V. show Supernatural. Basically, you're two brothers that hunt anything supernatural, ghosts, demons, etc. I've been watching religiously since the pilot, 10 years ago."

"Well, you got most of it right, except this isn't a T.V. show and our names are not Jensen and Jared whatever." Dean said. "Where are you from?"

"Manhattan, Kansas."

"No kidding? Me and Sam grew up just down the road, before we started hunting with our dad."

"I know. After your mom died, you guys hit the road and haven't stopped moving since. I think it was kind of mean of your dad to pack you all up and move like that."

Sam smiled sadly, "There was a time when I agreed with you, but now, I can't imagine living any other way."

"So tell us more about this show." Dean said, looking at me.

"Well, it's not just a show, there's a series of books, written by Carver Edlund, and then there's the fandom."

"Dare I ask?" Sam looked at me, fighting a grin.

"Well, basically the fan girls, and some of the boys, we write our own stories about you guys. Sometimes, it's in this universe, with you guys hunting, and sometimes it takes place in the real world, where you don't hunt. We also sometimes rewrite episodes, especially with some of the current ones that are really messed up, emotionally."

"OK. I don't want to know anymore." Dean said. "Right now, we're going to keep you with us, until we can figure out what to do with you."

I nodded, "OK. Besides, I know how to hunt everything you guys ever have, so maybe I could help."

Dean and Sam shared a weary look and Sam sighed, "Maybe. We'll see, OK? How about for now, you just get some rest?"

I sighed, not wanting to stop talking with the boys, but also not wanting to start a fight, so I laid down on the bed and dozed off. While I was barely awake, I could hear them move outside and start talking quietly, trying to figure out what to do with me. I sighed, and snuggling closer into the pillow that smelled like smoke, and a little like the aftershave that Troy uses, probably because of Dean, I drifted off into a deep sleep.