It's a few moments later when Dean had finally stopped swearing and I had returned my laptop when Sam approached me with his questions.

"So… I take it you watch the TV show which is how, you know all about us, right?"

I gesture for him to sit on the bed with me. In my periphery Dean is talking with Cas, all up in each other's personal space which makes me smile.

"Which is also why you have the knife-"

"And the cap gun, oh, and this." I show Sam my hand and he takes it confused until he notices the silver band on my right-hand ring finger. He pales slightly and then I gesture to my neck where there's a familiar amulet hanging on a black cord. "And I have a couple Samulets, anti-possession… charms, a couple shirts, some leggings-"

"Ok, uh wow, so is the show big here? Or are you just a…" Sam's voice drops off, he's clearly hoping I'm not some Becky. I wince slightly at the fact that I may have overwhelmed him but I figure it's better to lay out all of my cards then to pretend I don't have any. After all, I know where dishonesty would get me with these boys.

"Fanatic?" I fill in for him, it's evident he didn't want to hurt my feelings or be rude. I chuckle lowly and notice the other two listening, feeling heat creep up my cheeks. "Yes… I am, but! The show is also pretty big here. Averaging 2.5 million views every week-"

"You hear that Sammy? We're famous here. I can't tell you whether that's horrifying or awesome." Dean puts a hand on his face, stressed, and Cas claps him on the shoulder in solidarity. I smile at the look Dean gives Cas, then when he turns back and catches me staring, Dean rolls his eyes toward me and Sam.

"So how much do you know about us then?" Dean asks and I feel that same embarrassing fire creeping up the back of my neck.

"I've got a Trivial Pursuit about you." I say and look back to Sam who just laughs, probably out of disbelief. "Anyway you could probably explain anything to me about what's going on and I would get it." Both Sam and Dean nod, processing, then I look to Cas who seems to be giving me a disgruntled look. I cock my head at him.

"Are we in your bedroom?" All three of us give Cas a look of duh, Sam raising an eyebrow and looking back at the bed he is currently sitting on. I nod slowly, just to humor him. "Are there any other people in this house?"

"Just one."

"Well, they are awake and heading this way." My eyes go wide.

"Shit!" I move frantically, Sam jumps up next to me, uncertain where to go. I grab Dean by the arm and then shove him onto the bed, he gets the gist, then I mouth 'closet' to Sam, pointing to both him and Cas and quickly move for the only viable option, a plain door just next to the entrance of my room.

With lightning speed I jump into bed next to Dean who proceeds to cover us both up. I fumble for my phone for a moment, before giving up and leaning over Dean for my laptop perched in the window sill. I thank whatever gods watch over this universe that I still have SPN pulled up. Flopping the laptop down, I turn back to Dean and pull the pillow out from under his head to place it over his face. He makes a noise of discomfort but I shush him.

Rolling over I curl up, almost big spooning the computer. However, this now places Dean as my big spoon. My butt bumps back into his pelvis and I freeze, wanting to apologize until his hand comes up to grip my hip in… what I hope… is a comforting motion. To hell with it, I think and settle down, tapping the screen just before retracting my arms below the covers. Conviceably, casually, comfortable, or what will at least pass for it.

The heavy footsteps descend the stairs of my house, coming down to just one-half level between us.

"You know, normally I don't just jump into bed with girls I've just met," Dean whispers into the back of my neck. It's warm and pleasant and raises the hairs on my arm, but I manage not to shiver at the sensation. I can feel his fingers start to trail down from my hip, over my underwear and to the bare skin of my upper thigh. The steps of the small half flight to my basement room are creaking now.

"Not now Dean!" I say through gritted teeth.

"So that means there's gonna be a later?"

I can hear the smile in his whisper, the bold bastard. Bold, sexy, bastard. Under the blankets I smack his hand away just as a soft knock is heard from my door. The door opens, without my answer, as is common in my family.

"Kiddo?" Comes my dad's soft voice.

"Yeah?" I respond, making my voice crack a little, and really I applaud my acting.

"You alright?" He inquires just as I see him appear around the divider and meet my eyes. I blearily rub fake sleep out of my eyes.

"Mhmmm," I respond, nuzzling my face into the pillow.

"Were you… having a bad dream?" He looks at me, confused.

I shake my head. "No. Wasn't asleep yet. But I was watching somethin." I mumble.

Understanding dawns on his face. "Supernatural." He guesses, following my decoy perfectly. I feel Dean stiffen behind me at the mention of them. Ignoring that, I smile weakly and nod.

"What episode?"

I freeze only minisculely before responding. "Four-oh-one." My dad looks confused before I elaborate. "Cas' first episode." At that, he nods.

"When Dean is raised from hell." He muses, clearly remembering the episode, and I nod in response. A moment of silence passes and I let my eyes drift shut. More marvelous acting, because my body could not be thrumming with anymore energy unless I was a real live wire.

"Well, I'll let you sleep."

I nod and make a humming noise in response. Then I hear his bare feet shuffling on the tile, exiting my room.

"Night kiddo."

"Night." I respond, then I hear the door shut and he's gone, footsteps receding. After the last of the thumps echo away through the house I roll over to face Dean. Gingerly I lift the pillow from his face to peek under it at him. Dean's eyes hold the traumatizing memories my dad so callously brought up without knowing. I push the pillow aside and place a gentle hand on his cheek. "You okay?"

His glazed over eyes meet mine and quickly regain focus. He doesn't respond, meeting my eyes for a moment, like he's trying to figure me out. Whether or not he can actually trust me, and I get it. All the dumb play flirting aside, I'm a wild card he never wanted in his life. After another moment he sits up, pulling back the covers.

"It's… surreal."

I sit up next to him, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it.

"Why didn't you tell him we were here?" At this point the closet door opens softly behind me. Dean's eyes flick back to Sam and Cas before coming back to me. "I mean, he watches the show too, doesn't he."

It's not a question and I have to look away from his imploring gaze, choosing instead to look at the lines of my hands and fingers. Truth be told, I don't know why I didn't tell my dad. He's my rock, my everything. If there's anyone who would be willing to run face first into adventure with me, it would be him. Am I just being selfish?

"Allison?" I hear Cas' gruff voice from next to me and feel his large hand come up to my shoulder. I turn to look at him and then Sam, who has chosen to sit on the back of my love seat, then finally back to Dean. I sigh, feeling my own shoulders droop with the weight of what this all really means. Not just multiple dimensions (Which, that's hell yeah cool), but the existence of monsters, demons, ghosts, a god.

"He… He doesn't exactly believe in the supernatural." I look up into Cas' eyes, knowing he'll understand or at least hoping he will. And, dear god, do I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. Looks like I'll have to change my own expression to praying… since that's a thing I can do now, I guess.

"How can he not believe in Supernatural if he… watches it?" Sam questions gently. I look to him and quirk an eyebrow at what he just said. Sam rolls his eyes in realization. "Hearing what I just said, I'm gonna retract that question. Of course, you don't believe everything you see on TV. What I mean is… If he were to see us here, see the proof… wouldn't he believe it?"

I shrug at that. "I mean, yeah probably. But he's a pretty devout atheist. I'd rather not give him an aneurysm in the middle of the night if I can help it." I pause and go back to fiddling with my fingers. "To be honest, I'll probably tell him. Just not now." And I don't want to explain further than that. I can feel Cas' hand drop from my shoulder. "It's not just him though… this universe is just-" I cut myself off, trying to search for the word with my hands, then I turn to Cas and stare at him imploringly. "Can you feel it?"

At first, Cas looks confused but then his features smooth over. He lifts his gaze and his eyes glow the angelic blue I once thought to be low budget tv CGI. Sur-fucking-real.

"There is magic here, though it is much more rare and of a different strain than our universe." Then he turns that ethereal look on me. I watch as the glow fades away back to the more human shade of blue, mesmerized. I'm pretty sure my mouth is hanging open slightly. "But it has great potential." A chill runs down my spine and stars seem to prickle behind my eyes.

"Fucking knew it! And no one believed me! Fuck!" I curse, flopping back into the pillows, completely flabbergasted in a way the brothers plus angel didn't do even with their magical universe hopping.

Ignoring me, Cas turns to the brothers, meeting their eyes in turn. "There is none of the 'traditional' things that go bump in the night as you two would say."

He even uses the damn finger quotes, I let out a breathy laugh which seems to amuse Dean as he casts me a smile.

"Got it." Dean nods his head, crossing his arms behind him as he flops down on the bed next to me. "Friggin' perfect." I reach over and pat him on the stomach. He grunts which makes Sam chuckle.

For once I am completely aware of the mirrored irony in our story arcs. One who has never known a life without magic, and one who has never known a life with magic. It seems the jaw-dropping moments are determined to keep hitting me over the head.

"Oh and, just to clear the air… I'm not some Becky Rosenberg. I've been doing this 'fan thing' for a while and I know how to not be a total wannabe. Freak out. Spaz, er… whatever."

Cas looks confused and Dean just cracks up.

"Thanks for that." Sam blushes a bit and rubs the back of his neck. I wink at Sam and he flusters, which is just damn adorable on a grown man. Cas gives him a side eye that is twinkling with humor. "Alright, shut up!" Sam quips.

"Don't worry, Sam. It's not you I would trick into marriage." I coo at him, which makes Dean crack up even harder. Cas gives Sam the most parental look I have ever seen, and Sam holds up his hands in defense in preparation to rant about the situation.

"Yeah, Sammy! The hot girl whose bedroom we randomly appeared in would obviously pick to creepily seduce the more attractive brother. After all, look where I ended up." Dean makes a sweeping gesture to the bed and I elbow him just as he lifts his arms.

"Not you either, idiot. I've got a bit of a thing for the ones with a more… stormy disposition." It's a smooth recovery on my part as I flick my eyes over to Cas and give him my most flirtatious smile. He smiles jovially in response. Sam bursts out laughing and points at Dean.

"Oooh! She got you!"

I look back over at Dean, and he's adopted the most petulant look, glaring between me and Cas. I swing my head back to face Cas, raising my eyebrows as if to say this is the human you chose? He nods his head at me and rolls his eyes. Sam's laughing dies off and a silence falls over the group.

"So… what now?" Sam asks as Cas moves to sit by my feet.

"Well… how did you guys end up here?" I ask.

Sam blinks at me then points at Cas.

"Right." I drawl, then my finger comes up to rub my chin in thought. "But why are you here? And what I mean by that is, what drove you into jumping univ-...Oh. OH!" I look between them with wide eyes, whipping my head to Dean and sure enough just under the collar of his jacket is a smattering of grey dust and dried blood. "The crypt." My voice comes out in a horrified whisper and I turn sad eyes on Cas. I can't help myself, before I know it I'm leaning forward onto my knees to sit next to him, my hand gently coming to rest on his cheek.

His blue eyes look troubled and harsh, stormy like the ocean but chilled like a glass of water. It's weird how easily I'm able to understand him, almost as if there's something else-

"I'm fine, Allison." Cas tells me softly. I can feel Dean's eyes on me as my thumb tracks over Cas' cheekbone.

"One, you can call me Allie. And two...You're not, but you will be." I let my hand drop after a moment, but my eyes tell him I won't be doing the same with the subject, and he knows I mean Naomi. I don't know how I know that he knows (Which I know, is a confusing statement, and I apologize), but I do.

Castiel inclines his head slightly, relenting. "You still have the tablet?" Cas hesitates at this, as if he's unsure whether or not he should tell me. After a brief moment he grabs my hand and puts it on his abdomen.

"Oh my god!" I gasp at the strange feeling of… rock hard… abs. "You've been working out!" I joke and retract my hand from his stomach, trailing up his arm and squeezing his bicep as if I'm feeling those muscles. I earn a tiny smile from the otherwise stoic angel. Sam and Dean look on, utterly confused.

"Mind sharing with the class guys?" Dean quips, but Cas and I are still staring at each other. Sam laughs silently watching Dean fume behind me.

"It was necessary for…" Cas' grumbling voice explains as he gestures his hand and looks around. My eyes light up in realization.

"Of course! Cause it's a powerful magical object!" I smile at him. "But that's brilliant Cas!" And I'll be damned at the sly but proud smile that crosses his face.

Sam rolls his eyes, watching the new dynamic develop. Dean's eyes dart between Cas and me. Sam clears his throat loudly and then we break our freaky mind bond. Cas meets Sam's eyes, then Dean's, who gestures exasperatedly, impatient and unhappy at being left out.

"Right." Cas says, coming back to Earth, "I needed to escape Naomi. If she gets ahold of the tablet it could be catastrophic for us all."

Sam nods in understanding, remembering how Dean recanted something similar. Dean's looking at Cas with utter disappointment, knowing there was more to it. I glance at Dean's scornful face then catch a glimpse of the pain in Cas' eyes. I sigh dramatically at the two of them, then I meet Sam's eyes, but he just looks confused and resigned to being left out of emotional stares.

"I'm not going to deal with the whole 'Winchester's never communicate well' trope." I glance from Sam to Dean, pointing at each. "So here's how it's gonna go down. If I can even slightly tell you're keeping something from one another, I'm gonna nark." Then I cross my arms and stand so I can look between the two more efficiently. Dean looks wary and glowers slightly. Sam somehow looks both nervous and relieved. Cas looks utterly impressed, which almost makes me laugh. Dean opens his mouth, probably to regale me something about staying out of his business. "Save it Dean. I'm not gonna overshare about who you've been writing about in your diary." Dean's mouth flaps a few times, trying to think of a comeback, but I pointedly look from him to Cas and back. His eyebrows fly up and now he's full on stuttering.

"But I-... I don't have-...that's-"

"Anyway." I close off the conversation, then my gaze swings back to Sam. "The thing he didn't tell you about the crypt was right before Cas left he said he had to protect the tablet from Naomi and... you. Both of you. Or maybe just humanity in general. The context was kinda left up to interpretation." I glance at Cas who has gone stiff at the reminder of his obvious distrust in the Winchesters. "I'm not gonna disagree with Cas on this one, I don't think anyone needs access to the tablets. But the fact of the matter is, Dean feels as if Cas doesn't trust the two of you." Sam scoffs then looks to Cas, a bit of hurt in his eyes. He's really got that 'kicked puppy' thing down to a tee.

"So that's why you ran off? Because you didn't think you could trust us."

Cas can't meet anyone's eyes. "I believed that was the best way to protect the tablet. Until I received a vision of… this world."

At this, I cock my head at Cas. "What kind of vision?" I ask him, scooting closer to him. Something is nagging at the back of my head.

"This world, the type of magic here, would keep the tablet from Naomi's grasp." Cas gives me a confused look. "I don't understand. I thought you would know this already."

I shake my head at him and roll my eyes. "You guys may be a TV show in this universe but that doesn't mean we watch every moment of your lives. Anyway, the last episode I saw was the brothers with Chrissy… If I could wager a guess, this" I turn my finger in a circular motion, "Would be the next episode. AKA, whatever led you here I wouldn't know about since I'm apart of the events." Sam and Dean seem to understand this, but Cas just looks like he is getting a headache.

"So essentially, " Cas continues while pinching the bridge of his nose, "You're not Chuck, but you've had a front row seat to all the major plot points in our lives." Then he looks up at me for confirmation to which I nod vigorously.

"Exactly, angel boy." Then I wince because I will not be calling him that in the future, and clap my hands together. "So, back to this vision Cas. I've just got this hunch it might be important." He nods.

"Right. I was jumping between Biggerson's to throw her off. I could feel her, or her minions rather, trailing me. Not close enough, but too close. Suddenly this image appeared in my mind of this world. And how easy it would be to find help here because our story is well known. I saw, in my vision, it was… this small house-like structure with a yellow slide. And this bridge over train tracks with a hole in the chain link. Sam and Dean were there, on that bridge with me… and you."

During all of this, my eyes rise in wonder, my heart begins to beat faster in amazement. Then slowly, unsure of my own sanity at this point, I walk to the head of my bed and reach behind the mattress to procure a small black book. There are strange purple symbols drawn on the cover, and they glint as I quickly flip it open, leafing through the pages to a specific spot. Then I pass Cas the book.

We all wait in silence as Cas reads my hastily scrawled handwriting. Then he flips the book shut and looks up at me, slight confusion swirling in his eyes. I gesture for him to get on with it, then he looks down and starts reading again.

Suddenly Dean gets up, sliding off the bed to stand in front of me.

"What is going on? What's he reading?" Sam says from where he still sits, looking between me and Cas, who is slowly developing a fascinated understanding of the situation.

"You can't be all righteous about us not telling each other things and then not tell us the important stuff too!" Dean tells me, frustration evident in how he balls his hands into fists. I feel a small twinge of regret because he is right, but mostly I just feel inexplicably proud.

"I know, and I'm sorry." I reach over to squeeze Dean's arm, then I gesture to Cas. "He's reading my dream journal." Dean looks at me like he's waiting for the punchline, complete disbelief.

"Your dream journal?" I nod at him and he scoffs, realizing I'm serious. "Sorry princess, this isn't the time to go over your darkest desires." It's patronizing and it makes anger flare up in me. I let go of his arm only to smack him instead. It shocks him and he feigns pain, grabbing the spot.

"Don't be a dick, Dean." Sam scolds, while simultaneously placating me.

"Shut up, bitch." Dean quips back as he sits back down on the bed, next to Cas.

"Jerk." Sam rolls his eyes. "Why is your journal important?" He adds, trying to get back on topic. I smile at him for being reasonable and cross my arms as I open my mouth to speak.

"It's important because I've been seeing her dreams as visions for years." Cas cuts me off and makes dead eye contact. I can feel the color drain from my face. Dean does a double take between the two of us.

"Years?!" He questions and when neither of us responds he looks at Sam for clarification. Sam holds up his hands in defense as if to say he also has no idea. "Guys." Dean interrupts and waves a hand in between us to break off the stare. I don't know what to say, I have no idea why Cas has been seeing my dreams. But the little fact of years has me floored.

"All of them?" I ask him in a tiny squeaky voice, my face squeezing in embarrassment. Thankfully though, Cas shakes his head.

"I do not seem to be privy to all of them since I have not had visions of David Bowie." Dean does a double take to look at me.

"Seriously?" He asks.

"I will not apologize for the musical genius of a man who is literally not of this world. He's a god." Sam laughs at that, smiling at me and shaking his head.

Dean raises his hands in surrender. "Okay, fair point."

"So which ones?" I turn back to Cas. He shrugs.

"They weren't frequent. They were of our world, Sam and Dean, different monsters, things happening at the time. I was beginning to think it was a side effect of almost becoming human since all of them seemed to be steeped in.."

"Anxiousness." I finish for him.

"Cas, you thought you developed anxiety?" Sam asks

"Can angels even get mental illness?" Dean wonders.

"Guys, rude " I tell them, and they give me twin bitch faces. "You don't just confront someone about their anxiety, " I say with a shrug. "Anyway, they're my dreams. I remember them. I was… worried about you."

Cas narrows his eyes at this but chooses not to say anything. He knows it's more than that, but I'm glad he doesn't say.

"Well then, Cas, what made you change your mind and realize you weren't just.." Sam tries to ask with more sensitivity.

But Dean finishes with, "Off your angel mojo meds?" I shoot Dean a pointed look, but he just shrugs.

"Well, up until the last vision… err, dream. I had only ever seen things I knew of. But when I saw you, and your world with us in it…"

"You realized you had stumbled into a whole different enchilada." Dean finishes for Cas. "Which is nice and all, but how the hell does this slumber party talk factor into us getting home? There's-"

"We'll figure it out Dean, relax," Sam says as he runs his fingers through his hair, clearly exhausted. Dean's eyes land on Cas and they stare at each other, having a silent conversation all on their own and very different from the one I'd seen between Dean and Sam. I give Sam the most sympathetic look, which confuses him for a second before he notices, then he just nods and rolls his eyes. All the damn time, I see him mouth, which makes me cough to hide a laugh.

"I have a few ideas, anyway…" I tell them, and the enamored boys turn to me with expectant and questioning looks respectively. "But they'll have to wait until morning. I'll call in an emergency favor and we'll figure it out. For right now, though, I need sleep." Feeling my eyes grow heavy as the adrenaline of the situation finally starts to wear off. I see Sam nodding in agreement and stifle a yawn at the thought of sleep. "One of you can sleep here with me, the other two can go upstairs to the spare room." Dean looks like he wants to argue at first, probably some ingrained instinct to not get split up, but then quickly raises his hand, his qualms forgotten.

"Dibs!" Dean calls and jumps into my bed. I roll my eyes at his antics, then stand up to lead the other two upstairs with a grand gesture. I quickly dash into my closet for spare linens and pillows. Making sure to grab my longer blankets because, hello, Sam is a freaking giant and as I search I hear whispering.

"So… we've all just decided to trust her?" That's Dean's voice, sounding surprisingly sincere instead of incredulous.

"Yes. But we don't really have another choice." Cas responds. Ouch man, and I thought we had a connection. I shake it off though, reminding myself once again that they have every right to be as freaked out by this situation as I do.

"I like her. And I've got this freaky feeling that she is the best option." Finally, Sam, coming in and saving my precious ego. Feeling the smoothness of the comforter I want I yank it out with some difficulty. Then, just because I think I'm funny, and not because I think he needs it, I pull out my TARDIS blanket for Cas. It's extra long and the softest thing possible, I'm hoping at least Sam will see the humor in it.

"By the way… you have a really big closet and like… a lot of clothes." I hear Sam say from the doorway, making me jump.

"Thank you?" I respond, kneeling on the ground with elbows deep in blankets. Sam just nods as I procure two pillows and then stand to face him. I nod back at him, unsure what to say after my eavesdropping fest. Cas comes into view next to Sam and I smile at him.

"Anyway." Tired of the momentary awkwardness, which is 95% on my part, I leave the closet and head out the door, then jog quickly up the small flight of stairs. From there it's just a left turn 180 degrees and up the stairs. Repeat once more and we're standing outside the spare bedroom door, precariously across from my dad's room.

I open the door and flick on the light revealing a room, much smaller than my own, but one that was actually intended to be a bedroom(compared to mine). The opposite wall is accented with a deep shiny purple and a bright teal curtain over the window. In the room is a warm brown T style bunk bed with no lower bunk. In its stead is a large red armchair and ottoman decorated generously with large white flowers, a bookshelf stacked with old trophies, a desk(attached to the bunk bed), and an old dresser with a large oval mirror attached. I glance back and see Sam shutting the door behind us, then he turns and grimaces at the accommodations.

"Bunk beds?" His face squishes funny and I laugh to myself.

"It's memory foam." I offer with a half-hearted shrug. There's not much else to say, it was too small for me even when I was a teenager

"Dibs." Cas says, almost mocking Dean from earlier and shocking the hell out of Sam as he climbs the ladder, settling down amongst stuffed animals and a furry blanket.

"But Cas, you don't even need to sleep!" I cough to cover a laugh, Sam is practically whining. Plus Cas' following bitch face makes the situation even better.

"It took quite a lot of energy to get us here, Sam." Then Cas scoops up the large stuffed cat and squishes her to his chest, collapsing backwards with a sigh. Sam stands stupefied next to me as I watch Cas gingerly pet the faux animal. "Does she have a name?"

"Blizzard." I respond, a bright smile on my face. I'd always hoped the fanon that Cas loved cats was true.

"Why does Blizzard have burn marks?" Cas asks, turning wide eyes on me, almost as if I might have injured her on purpose once upon a time.

"She got into a fight with a night light a long time ago, unbeknownst to me." Cas nods gravely.

"She's a fighter." Cas commends, then gently sets the cat next to him. I shake my head, still unable to believe my luck just being in this situation, then I toss him the blue blanket.

"You two are ridiculous." Sam says off handedly, and makes his way to the chair, giving up on his fight.

"We'll blow up an air mattress tomorrow Sam." I console him as I pass over the blankets and pillows. Sam doesn't say anything, but I can tell the mention of him staying multiple days discourages him a bit.

"Thank you for this, you didn't have to do any of it." I smile at Sam, and shake my head in disbelief. "You could have just kicked us out into the street, or I don't know, had a real gun and shot at us. Cause that's happened." Then Sam laughs lightly, thinking back on worse times clearly.

"I would never forgive myself if I kicked you guys out. Nor would the fandom. But for what it's worth, they would never believe me anyway." I say with a dismissive shrug. Sam just gives me one of his little smiles that is so genuine it makes my heart squeeze. Sam's thankful for me. I'll save the celebratory dance for later. "I'll come to wake you guys up in the morning if you're not up. My dad will leave for work at 7ish. Otherwise, keep the door locked and the light off, capiche?"

They both nod and I take that as my cue. I've never been great at goodbyes, no matter how temporary. So I don't wish them goodnight, just tuck tail and get out of there before I trip over my own tongue anymore.

The trip back downstairs is steeped in thought of what ifs and what next and what about. It's a never-ending cycle of confusion, unsureness, and anxiety. What if I can't help them? Will they just leave to find something else? What happens next if we find a way back would I- no, it's way too early to consider that. What about the boys? What if they didn't want to leave? Knowing their universe needs them, I don't know if I could just stand by and let them stay here, but also… knowing they could be truly happy here. Free from fear. But here they'd be doppelgangers, they'd have to live a quiet life. Hell, they'd probably love that.

I find myself just outside my room, the door still partially open. These thoughts are totally ridiculous. Not to mention, something I totally should not be worried about unless they actually happen. Man, fuck anxiety. I take a deep breath and re-enter my room, shutting my door behind me without looking up. Then, slowly, I walk around the divider and see Dean.

I know I've been pretty dang good at holding in the fangirling. But, honest to Chuck, here is the Dean Winchester lounging on my bed. He's procured a pair of grey sweatpants and has stripped off his henley to reveal a plain white t-shirt. His bare feet are crossed at the ankles and his arms are on his stomach as he squints at his phone.

"Do you have signal?" I ask as I walk back into the closet to find a pair of shorts and make myself more decent for sharing a bed with a virtual stranger. When I re-emerge I shut off the light and pull the closet door shut.

"Yeah, surprisingly. No internet, just cell service. Though I don't think I'd reach anyone I know if I were to call them." He watches me approach the bed and I purse my lips in thought, crossing my arms.

"Well, you could try anyway. See what happens?" It's probably a bad idea, but Dean tilts his head back and forth at the suggestion anyway, weighing the pros and cons. "Worst case scenario is you get to make a prank call." I give him a mischievous smile which Dean returns in full. Quickly he pulls up his contacts while I jump over him to settle into my spot.

"Who should I call?" He wonders as I check my own phone quickly and see that it's just after midnight. I hum in thought and drop my phone back to the bed.

"Bobby?"

Dean mulls it over for a second and then nods, scrolling to the contact and tapping the call button. Dean puts the device to his ear and I lean in right next to him to hear it ring.

"Hello?" Comes the sound of a gruff and familiar voice. Chances were very high this was not Bobby, but before I could stop him Dean said,

"Bobby!" In a voice of disbelief, eyes bugging out I shake my head fervently, with no other way to warn him.

"Jensen?... Why are you calling me this late?" I watch Dean freeze, eyes going vacant as the reality of the situation sets in. I'm able to snatch the phone from his ear.

"Jim?" I ask, knowing any other possibility wouldn't make sense.

"Danneel, is that you now? What's going on?"

"Sorry about that, Jen's just a little past his bedtime." I tell him with as much apology in my voice as I can muster.

"Yeah, and I'll bet he's been indulging in some adult juice too, hasn't he?" I laugh lightly, thankful that for once the actors on a show are exactly as close as they appear to be. Dean's eyes are still shell shocked and staring at me wondering just how fucked he's gotten himself this time.

"You got us there, Jim. Well, I'll let you go. Sorry for the drunk dial. I'm just glad I caught him before he started ranting about how he hopes Bobby never ever dies and leaves him like John did." I can hear Jim chuckle on the other line; it makes me smile that somehow this has either happened before… or I'm just a really convincing Danneel. Either way, I'm happy.

"Have a goodnight Dani. And keep a close eye on that husband of yours." I know Dean hears that cause his eyes go even wider and he mouths 'I have a wife?' at me. I wave him off.

"I will. Night!" Then hanging up the phone, I turn to meet Dean's eyes as I let out a low whistle. "Well that was a close one."

"Is she hot?" Dean asks, gazing at me with a goofy smile on his face.

"Who, Jim?" I tease.

"My wife."

I roll my eyes at him.

"She's not your wife. She's Mrs. Danneel Harris Ackles. Jensen Ackles' wife."

Dean just stares at me, blinks once and then says,"But is she hot?"

"God, you're insufferable." He gives me these puppy dog eyes that make me cave.

"Fine. Yes, she's very hot. Totally fuckable. Happy?" He gives me a blinding smile, mulling that over. The silence stretches on and I'm about to suggest that he turns off the light so we can sleep when he turns to me with this weird wistful look in his eyes.

"Do they have any kids?" His voice is timid, almost like he doesn't want to know but desperately needs to. Needs to know that in some other universe some other version of him might just be happy.

I give him a little half smile then reach over to take his hand.

"Not yet, but Daneel is due sometime in May." I tell him, and wait for his reaction. It's a slow one, like the last snow thawing in a Minnesota April. But when it finally arrives he looks happy, if not a little sad, but mostly happy. The moment lasts long enough that Dean's gaze drifts away from me to stare up at the ceiling as he slides down the pillows of my bed. He takes our twined hands and puts them onto his chest with a great sigh. I reach over him to click off the bedside lamp, darkness closing in around us. Just as I'm leaning back into place Dean speaks.

"Wanna make a baby?"

"Dean!" I scold and smack his chest with our twined hands which I promptly drop.

I settle back onto my pillow, snuggling into it. Just when sleep seems within reach I feel Dean roll over next to me and his eyes staring at my face. I glance at him and then look back up at the ceiling. He doesn't stop staring, so with a frustrated sigh I roll over to face him.

"I swear if you come onto me again I'll-"

"No, it's not that. Promise." He says through a chuckle. "Although, you didn't say no." His hand is on my arm and heat creeps up my cheeks and for the love of CHUCK will I get flustered every time these boys do or say anything even remotely sexual.

"What then?" I say, obviously exasperated. But Dean doesn't laugh again which makes me think it might actually be something. Nor does he answer right away which gets my mind spinning on the anxiety ferris wheel all over again.

"How much do you know about me?" Oh okay, that's a… well it could have been a way more loaded question. This one's only like… half a minefield. I smile at him, a shy little thing and look off to the side. "That bad, huh?" I laugh lightly at that and before I can stop my mouth I speak.

"You're my favorite character if that helps?" No, no it doesn't you total idiot. Foot in mouth NOW. Dean just gives me the most devious look, I mean it's positively wolfish. He's lit up by the moonlight and surrounded by the pillows and blankets of my bed. Hand touching my arm, he gives it a little squeeze and rubs his thumb lightly. All of it makes my insides tingle and yet another blush spread over my freckled cheeks.

"Am I now?" His eyes are positively twinkling as he takes his hand and trails it lightly up my arm. I shouldn't have given him the ego boost after telling him off for the come ons. I'm a horrible traffic cop giving off mixed signals. So, it's only fitting that I smack his hand away. That's twice now tonight I've slapped off Dean Winchester's advances. Am I really a fan girl? Honestly, when did I become this sensible?

"Knock it off, Winchester." I laugh lightly, still feeling awkward about my confession despite the positive response. I can tell that behind his bravado, Dean actually wants an answer but doesn't want to admit it. He's watching my face and waiting, not at all put off by my rejection. So I give in, again. This boy is making a softy out of me. "The show starts where the books do, except I expect the show is more intimate than the books since we can see you." I pause for a moment and close my eyes to collect my thoughts. When I open them Dean is still there, just a breath away. I reach up, despite better judgement, but right on track with the mixed signal side of things. Gently, my fingertips trace over the side of his face.

"I'm still coming to grips with the fact that you're real. Like, you're actually right in front of me, in my bed real." I suck in a breath and bite my bottom lip as I pull away from his face.

"Do you want me to pinch you?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Stop it!" I chide and roll my eyes. "I know a lot but I don't know everything. I know the story but not the person." Dean nods at this.

"And I don't know you at all."

"Nope." I let the 'p' pop out in finality. Then after a moment I can feel my eyes drifting shut, the adrenaline crash finally kicking in. "Dean?"

"Hm?"

"Can we sleep now?"

"Yeah, sweetheart."

"Cool.

It's not long after that I start to drift off, sending out a silent prayer to Chuck, of all beings, that they would all still be here come morning. It feels like I've been waiting my whole life for an adventure to start and I'm beyond ready. I fall asleep to the sound of Dean breathing next to me and the feel of my heart beating out the rhythm for a new future.