Chapter Three: You're Not Who Now?

They hadn't moved in so many minutes, but now Dean rolled to his feet as she did. He walked a few steps back and grabbed his shirt and jacket and quickly slipped them on.

"We should do this again sometime, Jensen."

"Yeah, Eliza." He replied, only half listening. He froze once he realised what he'd said, however. "Wait. What?"

"What?" She asked herself, brows furrowing at the name. "Who's Eliza?"

"Who's Jensen?"

"You are." They replied simultaneously.

"Wait. Hold up." Dean held his hands up. "My name's Dean, not Jensen. You are?"

"You mean DEAN Dean? As in, Dean Winchester, Dean?"

"Yeah. Why?" He asked, eyes narrowing. If she turned out to be another demon… "And you sure sound like Eliza."

"Who's Eliza? And you sound like Jensen, but I'm guessing either you're messin' with me, you're crazy, or you're really who you say you are and here."

"What?" He shook his head trying to follow her. "Ok, back up. What the hells going on?" He demanded.

"You tell me, boy scout."

"Ok." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "The last thing I remember, I was watching TV in a crappy motel room while my brother was grabbin' us some food. Then, I was here. I was watching you play Faith in Buffy and then I was actually here watching you."

"Play Faith? Buffy?" She asked confused. She then scowled. "You got us on camera?"

"No! No." He sighed again.

"You've got five seconds to tell me what game you're playing, Jensen."

"I'm not playing anything. I…I'm not Jensen. I'm Dean, remember, Eliza?"

"You sure as hell look like him…sound like him…and I'm not Eliza. The name's Faith."

"This is getting us nowhere." He said. He felt about his person and soon stopped at his jacket's inner pocket. He finally found what he was looking for and held it out. "Here."

Faith looked over the piece of paper, brows furrowing in confusion. "What's this?"

"Exactly what it looks like, Faith. That's you…the other you, at least. In my reality you." He fumbled, then shook his head. "In my reality you're an actress. You played in Buffy and Angel and had your own show. You were about to start a new one; Dollhouse."

"No shit. I've got something like this back at…" She trailed off. "Except, it's you, or Jensen, and not me."

"Really?"

"Don't worry, no one else's home." Faith informed, shaking her head at the look at his face. "They're out training."

He nodded and followed her in. From their dimension…for that is what he must of crossed over into…vampires had to be invited in.

He stepped over the threshold.

Faith led him upstairs and into the middle room, not too big and not too small. Dean knew it to be Buffy's room.

Faith reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of leather trousers, rooting around for the slip of paper she knew to be there. Finding it, she grasped it and pulled it out, barely glancing at it before handing it to Dean. She then put her trousers away and turned to face him once more.

After a moment of staring at the picture of himself…or Jensen, whatever…he looked up at her with a smirk.

"Damn. No one should be as good looking as me. It's just freaky."