# Author's note: Sorry just realised I haven't done one of these yet. I love reading fic and have never done one before. My favourites are self inserts. I love the idea of getting to play with your favourite characters. However I'm finding it really hard to find many decent Supernatural ones where the OC doesn't spaz out, faint or happen to be an all-powerful, smart-mouthed bad ass with a dark secret. So I thought I'd write one. If you do know of any great self inserts please message me their titles or authors. I'm going to really try to have the guys stay in character. Please review and let me know if I'm douching them up.

Oh yeah and standard disclaimer yadda. I only own Sarah and Jade so far.

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Sarah stood just outside the gas station, watching as Dean made a few phone calls. He didn't seem to make any real contact with anyone and quickly emerged, eying off an old, nearby car. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him hot wire the car, it was Dean Winchester at his bad boy best. She was lucky he didn't seem to like her much, because if he sent her one of those melty smiles of his she was in major trouble. Dean looked up as the car spluttered to life, catching her grinning like moron. "Well?" Sarah just shook her head helplessly and climbed into the passenger seat.

They drove in tense, awkward silence for a few minutes before Sarah worked up the nerve to ask where they were going. "Bobby's."

"Oh," she replied softly. "Is that far away?"

"Far enough. You ready to talk yet?" Sarah took a deep breath. She still had no idea what she was going to say, especially considering the mood Dean was in. Should she just lay it all out? God knows she would boot anyone who tried to feed her such a crazy story and head for the nearest police station. But then again, given Dean's background he would probably be more open minded, unless he just stabbed her with a sliver knife to stay on the safe side. She gave him an apprehensive glance out of the corner of her eye, to find him looking at her intently waiting for her answer. She blew out her breath, "Ok, the thing is I've been dreaming about you for the last couple of months."

He threw her a smirk, "I do have that affect on people, but I find that hard to believe Sister. We've never met before."

"No," she said shaking her head, "I mean I've been dreaming about you in hell. Every few nights I'd go to sleep and see you laid out while they… Anyway, I could never reach you and then last night it was like something popped and I was right beside you and then…" she waved her hand, gesturing to the two of them.

Dean only raised his eyebrows and Sarah groaned putting her face in her hands, "Trust me I know how crazy this sounds. I'm not a monster and I'm not the least bit supernatural. This is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me."

Dean sighed, "Me too. And trust me when I say that's saying something."

Sarah peaked up at him through her fingers smiling softly. "Oh no Princess, don't give me that look. You're still getting the holy treatment and if you're not who you say you are I will kill you." He paused for a second, " And just for the record, you are strange." For some reason that only made Sarah's smile wider.

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To say Sarah was traumatised by their arrival at Bobby's was an understatement. She stood pressed up against the front door as the two of them grappled with a very sharp silver knife. It wasn't until Dean had sliced his own arm with the knife and Bobby had doused him in holy water that he seemed to accept that it really was Dean. Her eyes misted as she watched the two hug, only to tense up as Bobby's eyes focused on his extra guest. "Who's the skirt?"

"The next in line. Come on sweetheart, moment of truth." Dean beckoned her over with one hand, the knife in the other. Sarah shuffled forwards slowly; she hated needles, let alone the idea of someone carving on her with a knife. But she knew it had to be done if they were ever going to trust her. So she extended her arm, pleased that it only shook slightly. She looked away, a trick she'd always felt helped with needles, and felt a sharp sting before Bobby pressed a glass of what she assumed was holy water into her hands. She downed it quickly before looking up at the two men expectantly.

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Dean felt something unclench as Sarah swallowed the holy water and no smoke rose off her. He hadn't realised how much he wanted someone to be on the level for once. Not that this was a sure sign she was telling the truth, but hell, at least she wasn't a demon. He sat quietly to the side as Sarah explained how she and Dean had found themselves on this side of hell, her clear brown eyes broadcasting her confusion. Dean was good at reading people and everything about the girl's voice, expression and body language said she was telling the truth. Bobby's face clearly said that he was sceptical that Miss 5 ft nothing had managed the jailbreak, but when he turned to Dean he shrugged. They'd both seen weirder things. He was more worried about all the empty bottles littering the desk.

"What's with the Liquor store Bobby?"

"It's been a rough couple of months," was the only reply he got. Not that it needed any greater explanation. The conversation quickly turned to Sam. Dean couldn't believe Bobby had let him go off half cocked and not keep tabs on him. It made him feel sick to think of all the trouble Sam could be getting into while trying to find a way into hell. That was one good thing about Sarah's arrival; at least they knew no demon had snapped up Sam's soul just yet. He made a quick call to a phone company they used and tracked down Sam's cell. Picking up his keys he looked at Sarah who'd crumpled into one of Bobby's dusty chairs. She looked tired and overwhelmed, but he didn't have time to fuss over some civie, he had to find his brother. "Come on Princess, time to go." She offered him a game smile and headed back outside. He still didn't know how to take her, he'd dragged her ass around all day, snapping and growling but she'd held up well and not complained or demanded anything once. Definitely a weird chick.

Within 15 minutes she'd fallen asleep in the back seat. Bobby looked at her in the rear-view mirror and then turned to Dean. "So, what're you going to do with her?"

"No freaken idea." He said rubbing his face. "I guess if nothing else happens in the next few days we'll send her home."

"Just buy her a ticket for Australia, cause I'm assuming that's what her accent is."

"Guess so," Dean had thought she'd sounded funny. They rode in comfortable silence for a while.

"Glad to have you back son."

"Good to be back."

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Someone shook her shoulder and a gravelly voice said, "Hey Sleeping Beauty, time to get up." Sarah looked up groggily into Dean's handsome face. Wow what a wake up. Sarah suddenly remembered where she was and stretched, trying to covertly check for drool. Man she hoped she hadn't been snoring. "Where are we?"

"Illinois, I've just got to get my brother." Sarah smiled gently picking up on his excitement, as she got out of the car. The three of them entered the somewhat seedy motel and after checking with the front desk headed to room 207. But it wasn't Sam who answered the door; it was a seriously hot girl in her underwear. "You don't look like pizza." She said looking annoyed at the intrusion. Which if you were spending the night with Sam Winchester I guess you would be Sarah acknowledged. Sam appeared and Sarah watched the three of them tousle as Dean's brother tried to kill him. Bloody hell if this is the standard greeting Sarah was glad beyond words Dean hadn't simply tried to kill her when they'd first met. The girl was pressed against the door and Sarah could only offer her a sympathetic shrug.

Sarah nearly cried as the brothers hugged. She couldn't help but think how pissed Jade would be to miss this. She also couldn't help burst out laughing when the girl asked if the boys were together. Sarah shook her head, still grinning, "They're just brothers. They haven't seen each other in a while."

"Oh, ok. I better go anyway." Sarah looked on in amazement as Sam blew off his one night stand, even forgetting the poor girl's name. Ouch on second thought Jade would probably be traumatised to watch her Sam act like a jerk. Sam closed the door to a terse silence. Sarah was actually surprised at how awkward it was. Dean's just gotten back from hell, you'd think they'd be having a party.

"Have you done it?" Dean finally asked.

Sam smirked as he tied his shoelaces, "Just the twice."

"You know what I'm talking about! Did you have anything to do with busting me out?"

"I wish I had," Sam began defiantly. Dean grabbed his by the shirt and made to yell in his face, when Sarah leapt from the couch and latched onto his arm. "He's right Dean. I have no idea how I did it, but I'm positive Sam had nothing to do with it."

"That's not the point," he started.

"No, the point is that he missed you and would have done anything to have you back, the end. Now let's just move on, we've got bigger things to worry about." Sarah and Dean eyeballed each other before Dean finally let go. Sarah let go of Dean's arm as well as the breath she'd been holding and quickly returned to the couch before they could notice how much her legs were shaking.

"She's right," Sam said as the two stepped back from each other.

"I know Sammy, I'm just glad it didn't come to that."

Sam went to the fridge before offering each of them a beer. Sarah grabbed hers with a grateful smile that Sam faintly echoed. She wasn't usually into beer, but at this point she would take anything. It seemed that Sam was in town chasing some demons that had turned up not long after Dean had come out of the ground. "Could the demons have blown up the gas station?"

"Beats me Sweetheart," Dean sighed.

"What would the point be?" Sam chimed in, "If the demons were pissed about you getting out, why the sound show? Why not just kill you both?" Nobody seemed to have an answer.

"I know a psychic." Bobby said finally, "A damn good one too." With that Sam grabbed his gear and they left.

Bobby let them know it would take four hours to reach the psychic and Sarah grinned at Dean's excitement on getting to drive his car again. She had to admit, as she opened the passenger door of Bobby's car, it was a fine ass car. As she went to get in she felt a hand clamp down on her arm, "And where do you think you're going Sweetheart?"

She looked in confusion from Dean to Sam and back again. "I figured you'd want to ride together. To, you know, catch up."

"We can catch up just fine with a stowaway along for the ride," he answered propelling her towards the Impala's backseat.

"But…"

"But nothing Princess, just because you didn't start smoking back at Bobby's doesn't mean you're part of the Scooby Gang, which means you don't leave my sight.

Sarah's eyes narrowed and she felt a flicker of anger that only got brighter as she took in Dean's impassive expression. "The name's Sarah. Not Sweetheart or Princess or any of the other oh-so-cute nicknames you've come up with since I crash-landed in the Twilight Zone. And personally I think I've been pretty good about all this, considering I didn't ask for any of it. I haven't complained or cried or gotten hysterical, despite the high level of explosions or knife fights I've witnessed in the last 12 hours. "

"Duly noted, now get in Sweetheart."

"Argh!" Sarah huffed into the backseat, wondering how she'd never realised how much of a dick he was while watching the show.

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Sam was eying Dean, "Bit harsh don't you think."

"She'll get over it," He said with a dismissive shrug. He knew he hadn't handled her very well, but something was telling him to keep her close. He knew she hadn't told them everything and until she did he wasn't letting her out of his sight. He pushed the thought aside as he focused on sliding into his baby, "Did you miss me?" His eyes narrowed on the electro junk jammed into the radio. "Dude what the hell is this?"

"An IPod jack," Sam said with a pleased look on his face.

"I said look after her, not douche her up."

Sam looked mildly offended, "Dean I thought it was my car."

Shaking his head he started the car to some easy listening garbage. He looked at Sam in disgust, "Really?" He grabbed the IPod and chucked it into the back.

"Hey!" Sarah cried out as it narrowly missed her. Dean couldn't keep back a smirk as he roared out of the parking lot. It felt good to be back.