So, Thank you SO much to everyone for the nice comments:D It really made my day, seeing this is my first fanfic ever being published.

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My lungs felt hollow. I couldn't tell if it was from the wind getting knocked out or the shock of seeing my Dad….at such a young age.

He was wearing a green army jacket, and two plaid shirts underneath. Immediately I thought, Season 10.

"Sam," he said harshly. His voice was low. Lower then my Dads.

And I knew, it wasn't my father after all. It was Dean.

My body froze, cold, when he made eye contact. Green eyes. My Dad's eyes. But there was a different look. Some sort of….defeat….sorrow.

I couldn't move. My eyes were locked. Everything inside of me screamed. "D…Dad?"

He didn't blink. He just stared. "Where's Sam?" He growled. He pulled a knife out of his pocket. I didn't flinch though.

Suddenly, impact hit him, and he fell back. Finally I unlocked me eyes. I saw Thomas, his fist curled. "Don't touch her."

Next thing I knew, Dean had Thomas pinned, knife against his neck. Maison screamed. West stood there, diminished.

"Where. Is. My. Brother."

Thomas' breaths were fast.

I saw, in the faded moonlight, a drop of blood fall from his neck. "STOP!" I cried.

Everyone turned. Thomas sat up, shoving Dean off. I could tell he'd just pinched the skin on his neck a bit and made him bleed, nothing major.

My body unfroze, and started shaking. "Who are you!?"

Dean's was panting. His lips tucked in. "I ask the questions."

"You just appeared on my front porch out of nowhere!"

Dean turned, and Thomas took the advantage and scrambled in front of me. Over his shoulder I saw Dean look at the window. I followed his glare and saw no bright light, but instead, a weird symbol painted in red paint on the glass.

"What is that?!" Maison screamed. She was shaking violently, her face pale.

Without a word, Dean stood up, looked down at me once more. "Where's my brother?"

I didn't know what to do. My Dad would never talk so harshly. Something was wrong. Somehow, the character my Dad portrayed…was talking to me…in real life.

"S…Sam," I said slowly.

He flinched. His fingers tightened on the knife. "You know him. Where is he?"

"Actually….I know him a bit more." Thomas voice was strong. The stutter was gone.

"He's my dad. Not him, the actor who plays him…I…."

Dean's face was flushed by what looked like realization. "No….not here…"

He put his hands on his head, and paced for a moment. Maison was gasping, West still hadn't made a sound. "What….what's your Dad's name."

"…Jared Padalecki?"

He thrusted his arms down. Swearing, he groaned, then said, "and I'm Jensen Apples, huh?!"

"Ackles," I repeated steadily.

Dean closed his eyelids. He took a breath, opened them and said, "So we're back in crazy town."

We all sat there in awkward silence for a couple of minutes, until Dean went, "I have to find Sammy."

"Wait," I said. "Why are you here? How are you here?"

He looked at me. "You wouldn't get it, kid."

"Try me."

He rolled his eyes. "So, an angel, yeah, actual real-life winged angel, decided it would be a good idea to send me and my brother to a parallel universe where the Croatoan virus has spread to and even though this isn't our universe, WE have to save it."

"Wait, Croatoan?"

He looked at me. "You know it?"

"Yeah, it was on my Dad's TV show."

He groaned. "I figured."

I was so confused. What was going on?

"French Mistake." Thomas mumbled out. I got it too. Whatever was going on right now, had happened in the episode "French Mistake." "You're reliving the French Mistake."

"I have no clue what a 'french mistake' is, but I am reliving something that happened in my life. Now, do you know where Sam..er….Jared padasomething is?"

"My Uncle is at a...party for his and my Dad's tv show…." I said, gathering more courage. This guy wouldn't hurt me, at least, not now.

"Is your Uncle my Sam?"

I nod.

"So….we are brothers in this universe now?"

"They're not brothers!" Thomas exclaimed. "They're just…close friends."

"Uncle Ja-I mean, you're brother, Sam, is Thomas'," I aimed thumb at Thomas, who nodded. "It's his Dad. You," I gulped. "You're my Dad."

Both of Dean's eyebrows raised. His mouth opened a little back as he looked me over again. Then he smirked. "Dang…I did good."

My jaw dropped. I wanted to smack him, and almost did-

"Dean?" A familiar voice shouted from across the yard.

Dean instantly shoved his knife into his pocket, and charged down the stairs.

After he'd been gone for several seconds, I finally stood up.

"What just happened?" I asked Thomas, the only other sane one out of the bunch.

He shook his head, the brown mop of his hair swaying side to side. "I have no clue, JJ. But it's serious. That was your dad, and he was…." he chewed the side of his cheek. "Young again."

I tugged at my Dad's oversized t-shirt I was wearing subconsciously. "Yeah….I don't like it."

We both turned to look at Maison and West. Maison was on the ground, staring into darkness. West was standing up still, without movement, other then an eye twitch every second or so.

Thomas and me make eye contact, then both lean down to Maison. "Mai?"

Her eyelids flutter, and her blue irises look towards me. "J…J.?'

"yeah, it's me. You alright?"

"You're dad….he…"

"Yeah, I know. Let's get you up, okay?"

Grabbing her hand, I gently ease her body up. "Where's West?"

West answered her for me. "I'm right here, Mai. Did anyone else see that?" He asked.

Thomas, Maison, and I nod. "Yeah," Thomas says. "I'm calling my Dad."

"He won't pick up," I informed him, tugging on my side braid. "Thomas, it's the 350th episode party. For all we know, they left their phones at home."

"Our Dad would not leave his at home," West said. "He's probably live tweeting about it."

"Who live tweets about a party while at a party?"

"Our Dad does," Maison and West said in sync.

I shrug. "Yeah, I guess."

"Hey, kids!"

We all turn to the backyard, where my Dad's voice had rung out. Moments later, we see two men's shadows, then finally make out my dad, along with Uncle Jared.

"We need your help," Dean said, stomping up the patio.

Uncle Jared followed, and I was suddenly aware of how much Thomas resembled his Dad at a younger age.

The same height, 6 feet 4 inches, long brown hair, although Sam's was down to his shoulders and Thomas' was just past his ear, it was close, plus they had the same pointed nose.

Dean recognized it to. "Whoa." He glared at Thomas, then Sam. "You two twins or something?"

Thomas shrugged. "We are related, as I said before."

Dean sighed. "Okay. Let's get to the point. Remember the Croatoan virus in our show?"

Thomas nodded, but I couldn't trigger it.

"What is that?" Maison asked, urgency in it. "Are we all gonna die?"

I snorted. "yeah right."

I glanced back and forth to the two men. "Wait….what?"

Sam looked at Dean. "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

Maison groaned again, her eyes rolling back into her head, and West caught her at the last moment as she passed out.

It was all flooding too fast in my brain, and I kind of felt like passing out too. But I managed to stay awake as Dean described the virus.

"So, random people get this disease thing, um…basically they go insane and just want to infect the other people-"

"Oh I remember that!" West shouted.

"Yeah, so, basically the people…and all their blood and everything, just disappeared."

West shrugs. "Yeah, we remember. So?"

"So…" The guys make eye contact together. Sam scratches his head. "It's spreading in your world. Big time."

I rolled my eyes. "I think you got sent to the wrong world, because we don't have that going on."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"I think we'd know!"

He pursed his lips. "Is there any disease going around? That you don't know anything about?"

"She had the flu yesterday….." West faced his sister. His voice faded out at the end, then he looked up, eyes wide. "Oh my gosh…..she doesn't….."

"No, it's not the flu. You go insane!"

"She is insane," I say. Then I laughed at my own joke.

"This isn't something to joke about." I stop. "Seriously, nothing is going around?"

Out of nowhere I remembered the news earlier today. "Well….there is….gosh this is so stupid."

"Just tell us."

"Well," I started. "There is…Ebola…"

"Evola?" Sam asked.

"Ebola," I corrected, once again tugging on my braid. "It's this disease…it's no big deal though."

"Everything could be a big deal."

I explained to them the whole Ebola thing. They didn't interrupt once. "So yeah. Only like, one person has it right now."

"Do you think…" Sam asked dean.

Dean nodded. Then turned to Thomas. "Okay. Thanks for your help, kiddos." They turned to walk off, but I shouted.

"Where do you think you're going? You can't just scare us to death, then expect us to just continue on with our lives?"

West agreed. "yeah. You have to let us in on this."

Smiling rudely, Dean coughed. "Um, sure. Let a whole bunch of twelve year olds on a case that could risk their lives. Sound good Sam? Let's do it."

"I'll pack my bags," I said without thinking. They glared, eyebrows raised.

I opened the door, and before shutting it behind me, said, "and for your information, I'm 16."

I closed the door behind me, then lost it. My heart was pounding as tears flowed from my eyes. We might all die? I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

"J.J? Justice, honey, wake up."

Mom?

"Justice, wake up!"

Mom.

I lifted my head up. It hurt so badly. "Mom, I had the weirdest dream…."

She nodded. "Well, you fell asleep next to the door. What happened, you didn't sneak out, did you?"

"What? No," I honestly admit.

She blinked. "Okay. What happened?"

I try and remember, but fail. All I can think about is the crazy dream.

"I…uh….just stayed up late and couldn't make it to my room."

Her eyes worry. "I got home at ten thirty." She rubs her elbows. "Misha got a text from Maison, saying that she, passed out or something. She needed him. So he went home, and Jensen and Jared tagged along. It seemed pretty urgent."

I sit up, and mom tucked her glossy lips in. "I came home and found you here."

"I honestly don't know Mom. Honest. I must have just gotten tired."

"Well, why don't you go to bed. I'm going to watch the news for a little bit, and call your Dad and make sure everything's alright."

I stood up. "Kay Mom. Goodnight." Planting a kiss on her cheek, I make my way up the staircase and into my room.

It's not until I'm laying in bed when it hits me and I stand up straight. Mai texted Misha.

It wasn't a dream.

So yeah I know this chapter was kind of...not my best work, but I had been having the worst writers block. Don't worry, the next chapter though I got over it, actually the next chapter is probably my favorite so far. :D Will post it tomorrow or Sunday, depending on how busy I am.