*Once again, I do not own any characters or the show etc.*

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JJ's point of view~

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"That feel better?" Sam pressed on the edges of the gauze, securing it harder into my skin.

"Yeah," I said. Truth is, I didn't feel it at all. When it happened, all I felt was the ache of visually seeing my mom doing that to me. Now, too, the pain going on inside my brain was nothing compared to a slight wound.

Sam pursed his lips. He was wondering about Dean, too. He was worried. I could see it in his body language, as he sat tense and tall.

Then we heard the door open. "Dean?" Sam said, standing up quickly. He walked out of the room.

What if he walks in with Mom, saying she's fine? I hoped. I knew it wouldn't happen though.

"Want to go check it out?" Thomas asked hesitantly.

I nodded. I eased my body off the counter, then we both walked into the living room.

Dean was standing in front of the doorway, mud dripping from his boots, his body tight. A sleepy West stood behind him, his position weak and his hands rubbing his eyes. "She got away," Dean panted.

It took everything inside me not to breath a sigh of relief when I heard him say that. Sure, she was dangerous and not my mom really, but whatever this virus was had decided to infect my mom's body, and I was not okay with it. I know Dean probably just wanted to get rid of her, but it wasn't his mom, it was mine. And I cared for her more then anyone else.

"What happened?" Thomas asked. We watched as West walked over to the couch, trailing dirt from his tennis shoes, and then plopped down on it, passing out from exhausted. Part of me wanted to do the same, and the other part felt like I'd never sleep again.

Dean began to take a step off the mat, but stopped himself. He glared at Thomas' nice, new wooden floorboards, then took a step back and began slipping his boots off. "I went over to the house, and went inside." he ran his hand through his light hair. "She was normal." He twisted his cheeks, turning to Sam. "Just like it had been before. She kept saying '"Jensen? What's going on?"' and then she just, changed. She tried to attack me but when she saw I had my gun out, sprinted out the door." He looked at me. "Your mother is fast."

I nodded. Memories flooded through once again of her chasing me around the house when I was younger. I never did outrun her once.

"Well," Dean continued. "I wasn't fast enough to catch her and I didn't want to…shoot her," he said, once again making eye contact with me. "So I had to let her go."

"Did she go far?" Sam asked.

"When I saw her run, she was going to opposite direction of this place," Dean replied, slipping the other shoe off and finally stepping off the mat. "But still. From now on, this house is now on complete lockdown."

"Um," West said, snorting. "What about the door, genius?"

Dean scowled at West, looking shocked from what the smart-alecky teenager. "Haven't you heard to respect your elders?" He said.

West smirked.

I wondered how I had ever had a crush on this boy, even though I was in love with him just hours before now, I already was opening my eyes and realizing how flat out immature he was. I mean, we're close, the four of us hang out all the time, but he always has been pretty rude now that I think about it. I shiver thinking about all the times I'd written Justice Collins in my diary….

"No, seriously Dean, the door," Thomas said, pointing to the empty doorframe Dean was standing in.

Dean looked up, and pursed his lips. Then he looked at the floor where the door still lay, flat and stable. "Well it looks like it survived the fall. We'll see if we can still put it back on the hinges."

Sam nodded. "Well, you kids ready to help us Ebola-proof this house?"

While Sam put the door back into it's spot, (he had to do it because Dean wasn't tall enough to reach the top,) I walked with Dean to the garage to get something.

"So what are we getting exactly?" I asked, wrapping my chilly arms into my tee once he opened the door to the garage.

"Salt." Dean stepped down the three wooden stairs in one step.

I took them one at a time. "Um," I started, feeling the cold cement through my socks. I squished my toes in as Dean turned on the lights, igniting the five-car garage with light. "Why? My mom isn't a demon or anything like that, right?" I could bearly get the words out in the same sentence.

"No, no. But we're not taking any chances." He looked at me. "You do know who we are, right?"

I nod. "My dad plays you on a TV show."

"Well, parallel universe or not, I'm pretty sure something is constantly hunting Sam and I. And I'm not putting you or any of your friends in danger."

I stiffened. Now that sounded like my dad.

We stood there awkwardly. Finally, I decided to make the first move and go, "We can check over in the corner, they have …car…stuff….."

Dean shifted his eyebrows. "Define car stuff?"

"Like, the oil and that blue liquid stuff that's poisonous to dogs?"

"Um….alright, let's check by the 'car stuff.'"

We managed to find a big bag of rock salt, right next to the 'car stuff,' after several minutes, then rushed back inside.

Sam was placing the last bolt into the hinge. He stepped back to look at his work. "I fixed it," he said proudly.

"There was nothing to fix, it just needed to be put back on," Dean replied, grunting as he put the heavy bag down. "Anyone want to help me salt the doors and windows?" He turned his vision around the room. This will take hours, I thought, realizing how big of a house this was.

After a good forty-five minutes, we had each and every window and door lined with salt. I was actually surprised how quickly it went, even with all six of us.

We stood in the living room. I was no longer tired at all. My body was rushed with energy. While I was having the worst experience of my life, a very small part of me was thinking of it as an adventure.

I just hoped it would end okay.

Thomas scratched at his head. "So….now what?"

Dean thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. "I dunno. Whatever. Just as long as we don't leave the house."

Suddenly a playful idea rushed in my head. I wanted to be cheered up, and thought this would be perfect. "How about we watch a Supernatural?"

"What?" Sam and Dean both said in sync, their fases flushed with confusion. "You mean watch our own show?"

West grinned. "That's the best idea I've ever heard. Seriously, guys. Let's do it."

The brothers looked at each other wearily. "That actually would be kind of interesting…." Sam said, grinning a bit.

"Alright. I'll pop one in."

I walked into the longue, where the huge flatscreen sat with a big three-edged black and white couch. In the corner sat a tall glass case, holding each and every season of Supernatural on Blu-ray.

I picked Season 10 first, until I realized what an awful idea that would become. I didn't know where the boys were at in the season, weather it was Episode 5, (my personal favorite episode of all time) or episode 22, I couldn't tell. If it was before episode three, Dean would still be a demon, and I'm pretty sure he wasn't right now. So, I placed season ten back in it's spot and closed my eyes, sticking my finger out.

When I opened them it had landed on Season 6. "We're going for six," I said loudly. Thomas and West walked into the room, diving onto the couch, then they started wrestling for the big fluffy pillow, which happens every time they come into this room.

Then Dean and Sam walked in. They stood there in awe at the room. "I still can't get over this," Sam said, running his hand on the couch. "This house is even better then the other one."

"Way better." Dean flung his body over the couch, just missing Thomas' and West's squabbling bodies.

I walked over to the TV and popped the disc into the player. Instantly the screen showed bright, and I stepped back subconsciously.

I sat down on the couch, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table. "Let's just do episode one," I suggested.

"Um, no," Thomas said. "I'd pass on that one. Remember what that one is?"

Oh right, Sam coming back from hell. Maybe not the best idea. Plus, Lisa and Ben were in it.

"You're right. What one then?" I worried each and every episode would somehow bring back awful memories to the men either way.

Thomas shrugged. I clicked on the screen to show me the next page. "Any of these look good?"

Shaking his head, Thomas motioned for me to click the arrow again. I did so, and it moved me to the next screen.

"Oh. My. Gosh."

"What?" I asked, looking at West.

He turned to me, his brown eyes full of mischief. "The French Mistake."

Excitement filled my body. "That is the best idea I've ever heard," I grinned.

Thomas smirked, then said, "Yeah, but wouldn't that like, break the universe? I think that many paradoxes would cause the earth to explode."

"Well, let's find out!" I excitedly let it. I looked at Dean and Sam, who were staring at us like we were speaking some unknown language.

"Are you ready?!" I asked them. I couldn't stop smiling, picturing how interesting this was going to be.

Dean shrugged. "I have no clue what's going on, but let's find out."

Sam nodded, and I clicked play.

There reactions were priceless. From the moment it started, their eyes got wide. But it wasn't until they crashed through the window when they actually looked like they were suffering from pure shock.

Sam was gripping the edge of the couch, his skin white. Dean stared at the TV, not blinking, his thoughts on watching himself do exactly what he had done several years ago.

We all couldn't stop laughing. Thomas, West, and I didn't even watch the TV, we had enough amusement with the boys reactions every time they talked on the television. I put myself in their place, picturing how incredible weird it must be for them.

"Is that what my voice really sounds like?" Dean asked, his eyes wide as Frisbees.

Sam laughed for a moment, then said, "Yeah. Deeper then deep."

When it got to the part with Misha tweeting about J2, Sam finally said, "does that ….actor really tweet all the time?"

West nodded. "Oh yeah. Way more then that, really."

"This is the strangest thing I've ever experienced," Sam said with a slight hint of a smile on his face. "Literally. I experienced the weirdest thing in the world, so I thought, and now I'm watching it?"

"Is that still my wife?" Sam pointed to Gen.

Thomas nodded. "Yep. She's my mom." He's eyes got a little bit glassy, probably at the thought of his parents, who were now missing. But it was only a second until he snorted, then retreated with full laughter.

"Wow, we are awful actors," Dean interrupted, listening to Sam say "It there is a key, then there must be a lock."

Sam nodded, his eyes still dumbfounded by the screen.

The show continued, the boys still tense as ever, with the three of us kids rolling around with laughter. I couldn't handle it. There was too much parallelism going on.

When the credits finally started to roll, I wiped the tears off of my eyes, and looked at the boys, who were still locked in place, stiff as a stick. It made me laugh again.

"So whatcha think?" West asked, a wide smirk on his face.

Sam slowly shook his head. "I don't know what to think."

Deans face was pale as a ghost. "I don't either." He blinked, then took his eyes off of the TV and looked towards me. "Was that legit?"

Smiling, I nodded my head.

And then everyone, including Sam and Dean, fell back into laughter.

Little did I know all this happiness wouldn't last for long.

What did you think? Please let me know in the reviews! :D Anyways, I am going to upload the next chapter Friday or Saturday (I'm betting on Friday.) I've only written about one paragraph of it though, so I have lots of writing to do before then, along with school. :) Please leave suggestions!