Okay.I'm breaking my "Finish the Arc before posting chapters" rule because all of you have been patiently waiting. That and I'm almost done the Arc anyway. This Arc is shorter than the first one but still good :D Especially chapter 2. (You'll see why). I appreciate all of the theories and responses to this story. I thought this would have been one of those "unread" stories on FF. Glad to see that's not the case.

I look forward to all of your responses! ENJOY!

Arc 2: Blurred Lines

Chapter 1: A New Residence

It was already nightfall. Angela silently watched in the backseat as the Impala made its final turn to its destination. Soon, a rather tall building that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time appeared before all of them. Interesting, she thought and continued watching in silence as Dean and Sam did the necessary tasks to open the nearly hidden door that led into the huge garage of the bunker, park inside, and close it back up. The first thing that Angela noted was all the cars inside the bunker and that they looked just as old and lacking in tech like the Impala. A bit disappointing but she kept this to herself.

"Here we are." Dean shut the vehicle off. "Welcome to the Batcave."

"Batcave?" She asked.

"It's actually a bunker." Sam cleared up. "He just calls it the Batcave."

"So, no bats?"

"No bats."

She was slightly disappointed again. Angela wanted to see how bats appeared here on this world. Maybe later then, she wondered as she opened the door to get out. She was grateful the ride in the car was over, believing that it wasn't as safe as a speeder or ship. But, Dean had drove with much skill that she felt safe for most of the trip. Perhaps she was just overthinking like she tended to do from time to time.

"You said this place was a bunker. So what exactly are the floors above then? Just a cover?" Angela asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. It's an old power planet that uses the river to give this place power. The building itself isn't used but the stuff inside of it still works. It's more for show to throw off anyone trying to find this place."

"A very smart, tactical plan." Angela said. "Reminds me of the temple on Yavin 4. You would never know it's the base for the New Jedi Order."

"Well, this is just a small piece of this place. Come on." Sam nodded for her to follow him and she did, with Dean close behind them.

Sam opened the only door in the garage, which led to the upper balcony of the bunker. He let Angela and Dean through first before shutting the door behind him.

"Whoa." Angela put her hands on the railing in front of her and gazed down into the bunker. It was open, clean and organized, which was more than she was suspecting having been in other bunkers that had taken a beating.

Before Dean or Sam could say anything, Angela made her way down the stairs. She already had her sights on a certain area of the main room. Once her feet hit the floor, she made her way across the room and over the one of the bookshelves that were aligning the walls. That was one of the few things that she enjoyed. Books. It didn't matter what the topic of the tome was. If it was legible, she would read it. The only problem with these books were that they were not legible to Angela. At least, not yet. The sooner Sam could teach her how to read and write in English, the better.

"So many books."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Great. Another bookworm."

Sam couldn't help but crack a smile. "You're outnumbered now."

"Sorry." Angela walked over to the two of them standing near the wooden table in the center of the room. "I get distracted sometimes."

"It's fine." Sam said.

Dean then took over the conversation. "Well, since you're done gawking at those musty books, how about a tour around the bunker? That way you can get a general idea of where everything is."

"That sounds good to me."

And for about an hour, Angela was given a tour of everything, from the rooms to the hidden dungeon to hold demons. She asked them what exactly is a demon in this world's terms, but Sam was able to dodge from answering by saying they would explain it all another day, since it was another subject that would need a lot of explanation in order to understand as best as possible. She left it at that.

The tour of the bunker ended appropriately where the bedrooms were. Since it was already ten at night, each of them were already a bit tired from trip back from Montana.

"Here's where all the bedrooms are." Sam said. He pointed out his room and Dean's room, telling Angela that if she needed something and wasn't sure on where things were to just knock and ask whenever she needed to.

"And this door," Sam opened the door in front of them, which was right beside Sam's and a couple doors away from Dean's. "Leads into your room."

Angela stepped in and took in everything. Directly ahead was a modestly-sized bed that had a wooden nightstand with a lamp on its right. On the left side of a room was a matching wooden closest and small desk, that also had its own small lamp on it. At the foot of the bed was a chest and just in front of that was a dark blue rug that broke the solidity of the concrete floor.

All in all…

"I like it." Angela said as she stepped deeper into the room. "I like it a lot." She told both of them with a smile.

"It's not much but-" Dean started.

Angela cut him off. "Nonsense. This is better than a lot of other places I've had to stay. Thank you." She fell backwards onto the bed. She didn't expect it to be as soft as it was. "Whoa." She sat upright and quickly threw herself back off the bed. "I'm starting to get tired. If you two don't mind," she pointed to the bed. "I'm going to get some much needed sleep."

The boys nodded. They were starting to fell sluggish as well.

"Sounds good. Good night, Angela." Dean said as he headed for his room.

"Good night." She returned.

"Remember, if you need anything at all-"

"You're right next door and Dean is just a few doors down. I know." Angela finished his sentence. "Thanks."

"Good night."

Good night." She closed the door as Sam left the doorway.

Dean had gotten out of his regular clothes, leaving on his boxers as he crawled into bed. It was nice to finally be lying down on his own bed instead of the motel one in Montana. He started to clear his mind but he did not get far. How could he? There was a freaking Jedi in the bunker, just a few rooms away from him. His body was tired but his mind still had some thoughts that it had to sort out before it could shut down for the night.

He closed his eyes. Then, his mind began running through many ideas.

Jedi are real. Sith are real. My childhood has become real. This is awesome! But, why is it that I still feel like this is all just some really hyper realistic dream? No. No, it can't be. If it is, then when I wake up she'll be gone and that won't happen. To think, that somewhere out there Luke Skywalker exists and is kicking some serious ass. Han Solo is flying the Millennium Falcon through enemy blockades. Leia is still a badass and as hot as ever. Man, I'll have to ask Angela about everything she knows.

Dean's mind started to rapidly wind down. After all, the sooner he went to sleep the sooner tomorrow would get here and he could have some of his questions answered.

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But alas, his thoughts had one last question for him.

…If Star Wars is real….does that mean that Xenomorphs could….no. He quickly tried to shove that thought out of his mind. No. Hell no. Absolutely not!

He was now going to have to battle out of his thoughts in order to get any sleep that night.

Sam had gotten ready for bed as well. As he lied under the covers, he did a quick overview of all that happened within the past couple of days. A lot had changed for both him and his brother. What was fiction was now reality. He believed it, even though it was conflicting with what he had known for most of his childhood and adult life.

It's real. And it's amazing. I can't wait to learn what she has lived through. To think that the concept of the Force exists and she used it in front of us. He let out a sigh as his consciousness began to slip.

I hope tomorrow goes smoothly. That she can handle what is truth here.

Angela only took off her shoes, jeans and jacket. Even though it was a comfortable temperature for the boys, she was used to slightly warmer weather. She crawled under the covers of her bed. It welcomed her and she closed her eyes. Her mind wandered on many things as she drifted to sleep.

Tomorrow, I'll know why every person I first met before Dean and Sam gave me odd looks and eye rolls. I may even learn just where exactly in the galaxy I am. I know this must be an undiscovered world. It's untouched by anything that is normal tech back in the known regions. It's also appears to have been spared from Imperial occupation or visited by Republic forces.

Tomorrow…I'll finally get to know what this place is.

….tomorrow…

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