A/N Sorry this took so long to get out. What with midterms and sending out the rest of my college applications I was a bit busy. Hope you guys enjoy this revamped chapter! Don't forget to review and tell me what you think.

Ch. 2

All I Know

"Information, knowledge, is power. If you can control information, you can control people." –Tom Clancy

I was awoken by the dull throb that seemed to come from every surface of my body. My left arm felt stiff and heavy; I looked down at it and saw that someone had put a cast on my arm while I was asleep. I ran my fingers over my forehead gingerly and found a butterfly stitch holding my torn skin together. My hair no longer had blood crusted onto it; it was wet. Had somebody washed my hair as well? I tried to sit up but immediately stopped when my rib protested angrily. I took a couple of shallow breaths in an effort to deal with the sudden spike of pain in my side.

If I don't move, everything will be okay. I told myself over and over again.

The room I was in didn't like look a hospital room, thankfully. It looked a bit like a dorm room. It was small and rectangular with a matching bed on the opposite wall. The room itself seemed to be split like a mirror image. The walls and floor were gray concrete, there were no windows and the ceiling had a number of concrete support beams lining it. Where the hell was I? Everything look familiar though, there was something about the room that made me feel like I had seen it before…somewhere.

The door opened and I flinched. How had my hallucinations gotten so bad? How come I was still seeing Sam Winchester? I forced myself to sit up.

"You're awake." He said closing the door behind him softly. "How are you doing?"

I tried my hardest to ignore him. I closed my eyes and started humming like my therapist had showed me to do when I started hallucinating. He told me that counter-stimulation could help make the hallucination stop.

"Um, why are you doing that?" Sam asked bewildered. I opened my eyes and glanced at him. He looked uncomfortable which was obscene. How dare a figment of my imagination have the gall to be uncomfortable because of me?

"You're not real." I said firmly. Confront your hallucinations, my therapist had told me. Accepting they weren't real helped make them go away.

"Why would you say that?" Sam asked sitting at the foot of my bed.

"I'm just having a Schizophrenic hallucination." I said to myself more than to Sam. "Sam Winchester is not at the foot of my bed."

"What? You're schizophrenic?" Sam's jaw dropped. "Wait, how did you know my name?" He asked suspiciously.

I held up a finger, "Stop." I commanded. This was the last technique I had in my arsenal. If it didn't work…

"Stop what?" Sam cried with exasperation.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I ordered.

"You're insane." Sam whispered in disbelief.

"Shut up," I hissed. "You're a figment of my imagination. You don't get to call me insane."

"How do I prove to you that I'm real?" Sam asked, determined.

"You can't because you're not." I scoffed. "You're a character on a TV show."

All of the muscles in Sam's face relaxed as if he'd just realized something. "What did you just say?"

"You can't prove you're real because you're just a character from a TV show." I repeated firmly. Sam stood up and left them room. A minute passed and he had returned with Dean.

"You think we're characters from a TV show?" Dean asked kneeling by my side.

"I don't think," I sneered. "I know."

"What's the show called?" Sam asked quickly.

"Supernatural?" I said slowly. What were they playing at? They gave each other a look.

"Two years ago there was a powerful businessman who owned a company called Sucrocorp. What was his name?" Dean asked.

"Dick Roman. He was the head of the Leviathan." I told him.

Dean sighed. "I think…" He looked at his brother. "I think you might have been transported out of your world and into ours."

I glared at him. "Stop it. Stop that." I hissed. "That's not possible. Shit like that doesn't happen, not in real life. I'm hallucinating." I insisted.

"We aren't lying to you," Sam argued. "A few years back we were transported to your world by an angel called Balthazar—"

"No!" I cut him off. "That was an episode of Supernatural. The French Mistake didn't really happen. The writers just like getting meta sometimes."

Sam huffed angrily. "Okay, well you must have ways of differentiating between hallucinations and reality right?" He asked. I nodded.

"Use them, then." Dean shrugged.

I gritted my teeth. "I did. You saw me." I told Sam pointedly.

"The humming?" He asked. I nodded. "Well if they didn't work then you have to come to the conclusion that we're real." Sam said.

"No, I might just be having a really bad hallucination." I said. "If I took my pills…" I trailed off. If I took my medication and they still were there? I didn't know what I would do.

"Pills." Sam repeated. "If you took them and we were still here would you believe we're real?"

I nodded. "I had some in my bag." Sam sighed with relief. "We have that. I'll be right back." Sam disappeared out of the room leaving me alone with Dean.

"You were in pretty rough shape when we found you." Dean looked at me knowingly. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked.

"What's the point? I'd just be talking to myself." I scoffed.

"Well then, you'd be coming to grips with what happened to you. Self-reflection and all that therapy stuff." He shrugged. "And on the off chance that I am real," Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't know maybe I could help."

"My mom's dead." I said flatly. "Unless you can bring her back I don't know how you'd be able to help me."

"How did she die?" Dean asked taking a seat on the opposite bed.

"Murdered." I looked away when my throat started to constrict. "I came home from school, the door was wide open. I couldn't find her anywhere and when I went to her room she was…" I took a wavering breath. "She was on the ceiling,"

Dean's eyes widened.

"Nailed to it." I added when I caught his reaction. Just thinking about it made me nauseas. She'd been nailed to the ceiling, crucified almost. "She must've been too heavy though because she fell right on top of me." I whispered. "That's how I got this cut." I brushed my fingers over the butterfly stitch.

Sam walked back into the room holding several pill bottles. I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably under Dean's gaze.

"I didn't know which ones they were so I just brought everything you had." He frowned looking down at the labels.

"Clozapine." I told him. Sam handed me the bottle and I poured out two of the capsules. The two looked at me expectantly and I swallowed the pills. No one spoke for a moment.

Dean cleared his throat. "How long until they kick in?"

"A couple hours." I muttered fiddling with the fraying hem of my shirt.

Sam nodded. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Fine, fine." They didn't believe me; I never expected them to. But they got the message—I didn't want to talk about it—So they dropped it.

"We'll see you in a couple hours, I guess." Dean stood up and gave me one last glance before the two left. The second the door closed I felt hot wet tears spill down my cheeks. I finally mourned my mother properly in the silent solitude of my room.

Three hours passed. I knew this because of the clock on the wall above the door. And when that door opened and Sam and Dean Winchester walked in, I had only one thing to say.

"Shit." I buried my face in my hands. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"So now you know," Sam said. "We're as real as you are."

Dean crossed his arms. "How did you get here?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I asked angrily.

"Just tell us what happened, from the beginning." Sam urged. "Maybe we can figure it out that way."

"I don't want to talk about it." I said quietly.

Dean nodded. "I get that, I do. But if you don't talk about it, we'll never get to the bottom of this. Don't you want to know why your mom was murdered?" Sam didn't look surprised by Dean's comment so I figured Dean probably filled him in while we all waited for my pills to kick in. "Don't you want to know how you got into our world?" Dean added.

I sighed and looked away. "After I found my mom…" I started. "I realized she had a note in her hand. It said: Run. She's coming."

"Your mom knew her attacker." Sam said. I nodded and kept telling my story. I told them about how I killed the man and the woman who were sent to kidnap me and how they answered to the 'Queen'. I told them how their backup blew up my house and how I ran into the forest. How I was lost for hours until I finally came across a road.

"You know the rest." I mumbled.

"The Queen?" Dean asked. "Who's the Queen?"

"Abaddon." I shrugged. "Has to be. I mean, considering that these events led to me getting transported into Supernatural."

"But Abaddon's not queen of anything." Dean argued.

"Yeah she is." I argued back. "Since you guys kidnapped Crowley she took over Hell. How do you guys not know this already—?"

I stopped.

"Oh!" My eyes widened.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked.

"What's the last major thing to happen to you guys?" I asked slowly.

"The angels fell and Sam just got out of a comma a couple of days ago." Dean shrugged.

"Why do you ask?" Sam crossed his arms. The last episode I had seen of Supernatural before this whole mess was when Dean had finally gotten ahold of the first blade. But apparently, none of that had happened yet. Gadreel was still inside of Sam, Kevin wasn't dead, Dean didn't have the Mark of Cain, and Castiel was still human.

And since Gadreel was still inside of Sam I couldn't let them know how much I knew. Gadreel could panic and run off with Sam as his meat-suit. I couldn't let that happen. I chose my next words carefully.

"That stuff happened weeks ago on the show."

Sam and Dean glanced at each other. "What happened to Cas?" They asked simultaneously, which I found sweet. Typical Winchesters, loyal to a fault and protective of their friends like it was second nature to them.

"He's human. Metatron stole his grace for the spell to cast all of the angels out of heaven." I told them easily. "He's being hunted by rogue reapers."

"Where is he?" Dean asked.

"I don't remember," I scoffed. "I watched that episode weeks ago. I just know that he runs into a reaper named April, and they— well…" I blushed.

Dean smirked. "Cas, you dog."

"Yeah well, you need to find him real quick." I told them. "In the show Cas almost gets stabbed to death."

"Well how did we find him the first time?" Sam asked. I didn't respond I was too busy trying to shut out the voices that had leapt into my mind.

Detroit, Detroit, Detroit. They hissed.

I didn't understand how I could be having auditory hallucinations. I had just taken my pills, this shouldn't have been happening.

"Um, sorry. What did you say?" I asked trying to shake the voices out of my head.

"How did we find Cas last time?" Sam repeated while giving me a piercing look.

"You guys interrogated a rogue reaper who was following you. He tried to use you to find Cas." I explained while the voices whispering Detroit reverberated in my head. "Start looking in Detroit." I added unconsciously.

"Why Detroit?" Dean asked.

"I dunno, gut feeling." I mumbled. Sam and Dean looked at each other for a moment.

Dean slapped his knees and stood up. "Alright, Detroit it is. Sam, you can stay here and watch her while I go rescue Cas."

"What? No." Sam protested. "I'm coming with you."

"You're still in rough shape Sammy, plus we can't leave her behind, alone." Dean told his brother under his breath, I knew I wasn't meant to hear any of it but I listened vigilantly to their words anyway. There was no way in hell I would tolerate being left out of the loop.

"We'll call Kevin." Sam argued. "He can watch over her." Dean gritted his teeth but Sam didn't look like he was going to back down.

"You guys go," I interrupted. They turned to look at me. "Call Kevin up, we'll be fine. I'm sure you guys will only be gone for two days, three tops."

"Avery—" Dean started before I cut him off.

"No, Sam doesn't want to babysit. I get it." Sam's face filled with guilt but I made no attempt to make him feel better. "Go save that nerd angel." I told them. "Just do me one favor?"

Sam nodded.

"Get me my laptop? I'll die of boredom if these wounds don't get me first."

The boys were gone in less than an hour. Kevin appeared shortly after they left.

"Hey," He gave me an awkward wave. "I'm Kevin."

"I know." I nodded. Kevin shuffled uncomfortably at the door. "How old are you?" I asked him.

"Um, eighteen?" Huh, I always felt like he was older.

"So you're a kid." I nodded. "Just like me."

Kevin looked like he wanted to protest but he didn't.

"How did we get sucked into this, Kev?" I sighed sadly. He didn't have an answer so instead I asked him to help me out of bed.

"Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly. "You're pretty banged up. Maybe you should rest."

"I'm done resting." I grumbled. "I want to explore. It's not everyday you get transported into a TV show." And so with quite a bit of struggle and several breaks, Kevin was able to pull me out of bed and lead me through the bunker. The show had only shown a fraction of the bunker. It was massive with several rooms and hallways. It was a miracle we didn't get lost. We eventually wandered into a room with tall filing cabinets. It seemed strangely familiar.

"I've seen this before." I whispered.

"Who's there?" Somebody grumbled from behind a pair of filing cabinets. That voice was chillingly familiar and could belong to only one person. Kevin beside me froze in shock.

"Crowley." Kevin said horrified.

"Kevin, darling, is that you?" Crowley taunted.

"Open the door Kevin." I urged him.

"Who's that with you, your girlfriend?" Crowley continued. I heard him rattle the chains around his wrists.

"C'mon Kev." I limped towards the cabinets. There was no way I would be able to move them myself. Kevin stood there frozen and gaping at the cabinet. It was only with a few more calls that he finally snapped out of his trance.

"We should get out of here." He pulled at my wrist.

"He's chained up, there's nothing to be afraid of." I waved him off. "C'mon, help me out." He finally helped me push away the heavy furniture to reveal a slightly rumpled man in a dark suit. The King of Hell himself, chained to the floor. A metal table separated him from us and he was sitting in a matching metal chair. A key of solomon was painted into the concrete below him and his chains were etched with strange markings from another era.

"Well, I'll be damned." He chuckled. "I'd never thought I'd see you here, Avery."

"How do you know my name?" I asked surprised. Crowley's eyes glinted red. He straightened out his suit and seemed to recollect himself.

"It's not every day you run across one of the most powerful weapons in the world." He smirked.

"What are you talking about?" I hissed, but I couldn't put any real power behind my words. Crowley's words had unsettled me. If he knew that I had come from the somewhat future in a world where this was a TV show I could be in deep shit. I knew at least six people who would kill to get their hands on the information I held.

Crowley cocked his head. "You can drop the act darling, we both know who you really are, what you really are."

I narrowed my eyes at him. 'What I really was'? His choice of words made my spidey senses tingle, it caused a disturbance in the force, it rubbed me the wrong way, however you wanted to phrase it. Something was off and I intended to find out what.

"Ballsy move, coming back here. Or have you really been out of the loop for so long?" Crowley said silkily.

"I am very well aware of everything that's happened here, Crowley." I straightened up and changed my speech patterns. If I had learned anything from the show is that anything powerful was old, like centuries old if not millennia. And such old creatures always had stilted and formal speech patterns. If I could convince Crowley that I was whatever being he thought I was, I could figure out who he thought I was...I shook myself internally, I was just confusing myself now.

"Oh really?" Crowley scoffed. "And how have you been able to do that?"

"I have my ways, demon. I see you've allowed yourself to be captured by the humans again. Not a very formidable opponent are you?" I said dismissively. Kevin gave me a strange look like he was debating whether or not to run away. Apparently my act had him convinced as well.

"I ran into some complications," Crowley said stonily, he struggled to keep his composure and I could feel his cool confidence slipping.

"Tricked, like some weak-minded cartoon villain." I laughed coldly. "I somehow expected more from you, King of Hell indeed."

Something snapped in Crowley and he jumped up the chains holding him back. "You're one to talk, hiding who knows where with your head in the sand. Mommy and Daddy scared that you would be exploited?"

"Mommy and Daddy?" I blinked.

"And what power do you really have?" Crowley sneered. "Just an empty shell for the real players to use. I know hundreds of 'cartoon villains' aching to take a ride in your meat suit." He spit acidically smacking the metal table with both fists. The clang reverberated through the room.

So that was it. I was a vessel! But for who? Wait no not me, whoever he had me confused for. Was the vessel destined for an angel? A demon? Maybe this being was the big bad for next season after the whole Mark of Cain deal. But the show runners hadn't leaked any information or even hinted to such a being yet in the show. Maybe things weren't exactly as they went in the show.

I decided to try and figure out who was supposed to be the vessel's occupant.

"You and I both know who I am destined for." I stuck my nose up pompously.

"Is that why you've returned? You think big guns upstairs is going to make a cameo appearance." Crowley snorted. "You're having a laugh! HE hasn't shown his face in millennia, and he's sure as hell not going to anytime soon."

"God?" I was dumbstruck. God was going to make an appearance? This being was his vessel.

That thought bothered me. It still didn't make sense how he knew me by name. How he was able to recognize my face. My facade seemed to have faltered because Crowley's eyes narrowed dangerously, he was catching on to my ploy.

"You really don't know," He looked at me and took in my appearance for the first time. "A bit banged up are we? Did you knock a screw loose?" He smiled coldly. I dropped the act, my shoulders slumped and the regal expression fell from my face. There was no point pretending, I had gotten what I needed.

"I don't know who you think I am Crowley." I shook my head. "But I'm definitely not a vessel. I'm just some schizophrenic girl Sam and Dean picked up on the side of the road-"

Crowley's barking laugh cut me off. "Oh they've washed your brain quite thoroughly haven't they? Or is this one of your multiple personalities? I'd heard rumors that that's one of your powers." Crowley stopped and looked at me. "And if you are one of the other ones...then how did you get here?"

"You're insane," I hissed. "You don't know what you're talking about. I'm not what you think I am!"

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see won't we?" Crowley smirked. I backed away and fled the room. "Do send my regards to your dear mother! If Abaddon hasn't gotten to her already."

Kevin wasn't fast enough to stop me from breaking Crowley's nose.

P/n Hope you guy's enjoyed the revamp. I will be taking down the rest of the original Dimensional Realities down as soon as I post this. I hope that this version lives up to your expectations. The old one was messy and poorly written. This should do the story I wanted to tell justice. Please reveiw and tell me what you think!

-Lucy