I hope you enjoy chapter 3 of my fanfiction.

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all of the characters described do not belong to me. They are the property of Eric Kripke and the CW.

Dean looked around himself, adjusting to his surroundings. It seemed as if they were in a motel room, but it wasn't the same one they had been in only seconds before. The walls, which had been a sort of ugly yellowish green colour, were now cream with a pattern of brown swirls covering them. The television which had been in the far, right hand corner of the room was now in the left corner.

"So, we're in the other dimension now?" Sam inquired.

"That is correct," Castiel replied.

Castiel moved swiftly forward, making his way towards the door, obviously assuming Dean and Sam would follow. However, before he could take more than two steps, the door swung open and in walked three women.

Shocked, the women stopped, two of them pulling out guns just as Sam and Dean pulled out theirs.

"Don't move," ordered the girl in the middle. She had dirty blonde hair, cascading down over her shoulders and her steady, calm gaze revealed a pair of startlingly familiar eyes. They were the brightest green; this was Dean. Well, it was his other dimension self at least.

Dean took a moment to take in the girls on either side of his other dimension self. On her right was a tall girl with dark brown hair. Her gaze was as steady and calm as the blonde girl's, and her eyes flickered to the blonde girl as she noticed Dean staring at her, before returning to fix on the three men standing before her. The girl on the left of his other dimension self was shorter than the other two. He couldn't help but be taken aback by how, well, attractive she was. She was definitely the kind of girl he would buy a drink for, if he ever saw her in a bar. She had shoulder length brown hair and eyes that were as shockingly intriguing as Cas'. She wore a very familiar dirty trenchcoat and her eyes were fixed on Castiel.

"Deanna...Samantha...put down your guns," said Castiel's other dimension self.

"What the hell? Cassy, in case you haven't noticed, they've got guns pointed at us!" shouted Deanna.

Samantha, who's shocked eyes were glued to Sam, said, "They look like... us..."

"Huh?" Deanna questioned.

"Samantha is correct, Deanna, they are ourselves, only they come from another dimension." Cassy explained.

Dean began to move forward, but Deanna quickly aimed her gun at him. Dean saw Castiel tense in his peripheral vision. He quickly appeared in front of Dean, and taken by surprise, Samantha shot him.

"Samantha, stop!" Cassy shouted before snapping her fingers, so that the guns in Samantha, Deanna, Sam and Dean's hands all disappeared. "They do not wish to harm us."

Deanna saw that Castiel didn't even seem to flinch after being shot and her features changed suddenly. Her eyes rested on Castiel's and she suddenly gasped. Turning to look at Cassy she gave her a questioning look which Cassy misunderstood as Deanna being upset about her taking her gun away.

"I told you to lower your weapon."

"Alright, all of you, listen up a sec," Dean barked out, understanding that they had to get moving to find this medallion.

The girls turned to look at him. Samantha was giving him an untrusting look, as was Deanna, but Cassy looked at him with an expression so similar to the way he often saw Castiel looking at him, that it made his heart ache in his chest.

Deanna, recovering from being ordered to be quiet, gave Dean a look that said she didn't like him very much at all. "If they're us from a different dimension," she began to say, "then I guess that one's me." She didn't sound happy at all with the thought. She gave Dean a once over before returning her gaze to Castiel.

What is this bitch looking at? Dean was startled by his own thought. Did he just call his other dimension self a bitch? She was a bit feisty, he admitted, but she didn't seem that bad. Why had he thought of her as a bitch?

Before any of them could say any more, a wave of white light enveloped them, and Dean heard cries of surprise from around him. Then there was a strong, sure hand on his shoulder. Castiel. Dean leaned into the touch instinctively, trusting Castiel to have his back.

Darkness began to ebb in from the edges of Dean's eyesight. His head began to throb, his legs buckled beneath him. Thick, black darkness invaded everything around them. A slight ringing in his ears was the last thing Dean registered before passing out.

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