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Stella awoke with a start. The crick in her neck was a testament to the strange position she had fallen asleep in. With a yawn, she arched her back to work out some of the kinks and then placed her feet on the floor. She half expected to trip over her cat and hit her head on the coffee table, as she was convinced that was how she would die someday. To her surprise, the floor was further away than she had anticipated, and as a result she fell off of the couch and into it.
"Mumph," She grumbled as she ate the carpet. Sometimes she was grateful that she lived alone and that Weasley couldn't talk. She could feel him judging her though. "Stop judging me, you goofy cat."
"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" A man yelled angrily just feet away.
'What in the hell?' she thought, rolling over onto her back and looking around in horror. Somebody was in her apartment! Instead the look clarified that she was in a hotel room that apparently had a pineapple theme going on, and that there was a very tall, very angry man looming over her with a machete.
"Aw shit."
"I'm counting to three, then I'm gonna start swinging." The man warned. "One…Two…Thre-
"Please don't murder me. I'm Stella Hagan? I work the night shift at Super Stuff World? I have no idea what's going on."
"Three!" in a flash of metal, the machete swung towards her and she was sure she was going to die….only…she didn't. Somehow, instincts that she hadn't even known that she possessed kicked in and she rolled out of reach just in time as the machete struck the floor with a muffled thunk right where her neck had been. She didn't have time to relax though, because a loud roar told her that the man was coming for her again. This continued for a time, the big man swung his machete and Stella rolled away just before it killed her. Then as he was swinging for what felt like the hundredth time, Stella was struck with a new idea. It was like nothing she had ever done before. Without realizing that she had made up her mind to fight back, she kicked out her foot to trip the man as he lunged forward with the machete raised high in the air.
The man lost his weapon in the fall, but now Stella still had to deal with the huge Sasquatch on top of her petite frame.
It was then, with the two of them being so up close and personal, that she realized that the man was shirtless. That alone would have been a distraction, because damn, but it was the symbol tattooed over his heart that made her jaw drop. The height and the hair style had reminded her of somebody, but it was the tattoo that sealed it.
'No freakin' way,' she thought. 'He is a fictional character!'
"Sam?" she whispered painfully through the grip he had on her throat. "Sam W-wi- nchester?"
The man dropped her like a hot rock, backing away is if she had bitten him. He crouched and picked up the machete.
"Who are you?" he asked, no longer shouting, though his tone was still harsh.
'That's it!' Stella thought joyiously, she wasn't in any real danger after all. 'I fell asleep reading Supernatural and now I'm dreaming.'
Stella pushed herself to her feet and tried to get a better look at the man.
"You're even taller in person," she murmured, staring up at him in amazement.
"Fan girl?" Sam asked, his eyes were comically large, the arm wielding the machete trembling ever so slightly.
"I've read most of the books," she replied with a shrug. "I work in a supermarket. Your life is a lot more interesting than mine."
It was Sam's turn to shrug. He also made a face, raising his eyebrows and doing that awkwardly adorable thing with his lips that the books always described. Stella snorted.
"So obviously I'm dreaming," she concluded. "It's strange though, I've always considered myself more of a Dean Girl. I'm a little disappointed that he's not here."
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