Chapter Two

Siobhan's POV

The last thing I remember was passing out to screams and black smoke filling the air. It didn't take me long to pass out. When I woke I didn't find myself in the bus or even a hospital like I thought I would do after an event such as that. I was in a dingy lit room that looked as if it were a hotel room. I couldn't see much since my vision was still blurry. I tried to get up but suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and out of nowhere someone came and grabbed my shoulders to stop me from falling.

"Woah, there. I think you should just lay down for a while." A kind voice instructed.

I rested my head on the floor while I tried to focus on the man that had helped me. As my vision came into focus I could see a man with longish brown hair and a sympathetic smile on his face. I couldn't help but notice that he had a nice muscular build even with his shirt on. I focused more on his face and let out a squeal of surprise when I saw who it was. Sam motherfucking Winchester was right in front of me (or the actor who played him but I could never remember his name). I looked around to see if there were cameras but none were there so I looked back at him.

"Erm, are you ok? It looks like you had a bad fall and you kinda also just appeared out of nowhere in my hotel room." Fake-Sam said, looking concerned.

Jared? That was his name right? "You're Jared, right? From Supernatural? Why the hell am I in your hotel room? Nobody drugged me and dragged me here did they?"

"Who's Jared? And what's Supernatural? Like I said you just randomly appeared in my room. Look, I know you're probably not a demon or anything since you don't seem intent on attacking me but I need to do some tests to make sure. I've been through a hell of a lot recently." Fake-Sam said, while getting up and going to the other side of the room.

"You really think that you're Sam Winchester? He's just a fictional character dude. Demons aren't real but if we're roleplaying I'm guessing that means I'll have to be splashed with holy water and cut with Ruby's knife right?" I asked, trying to play along with a guy who was clearly out of his mind.

"How did you know all of that? Only hunters know about that and yes I do believe that I'm Sam Winchester. I don't know what you're talking about with this fictitious world but I'll have to give you the pep talk now I suppose. Don't want you to freak out later on. Demons are real, Vampires are real, Werewolves are real and even ghosts are real. Everything that goes bump in the night is real." Fake-Sam explained.

"Oh, so Damon Salvatore is real then, right? Awesome, always wanted to meet him." I said, smirking.

"Damon Salvatore? Who the hell are you going on about now?" Fake-Sam asked, frustrated.

I rolled my eyes; there was clearly no getting through with this guy, "Alright, just get the tests over then."

Fake-Sam went and fetched the things he would need for the tests and came back with the holy water and Ruby's knife. The knife digging into my skin wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. Probably helped by the fact that I was used to getting tattoos and it would have hurt a demon more than me. Thank God I'm not a demon, I thought sarcastically. Then Sam did something I didn't expect him to do. He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it with holy water and handed it to me.

"I wasn't going to throw this all over you if that's what you were thinking." Fake-Sam said, slyly smirking as he handed me the cup.

I accepted the cup and drank the liquid from inside the cup; as I expected I only tasted water. Fake-Sam watched intently to see if I had any signs of being a demon but when I had drank the last drop of the holy water, obviously I had been more thirsty than I had known, he sighed and tuck the cup away from me.

"Right, now that we've figured out that I'm not a demon can we get back to the fact that I need to go home?" I asked, getting slightly tired of the whole pretending to be Supernatural get-up that this guy was trying to pull off.

Fake-Sam got a couple of chairs and placed them near us and gestured towards them. I pushed off the ground, I had forgotten all about the fact that I was sitting on the floor, and accepted the chair that Sam offered me.

"The first thing to sort is where you come from. You talk as if this world isn't real. It clearly is so where are you from?" Sam asked, looking at me with curious eyes.

I can't tell him the full truth, I thought rationally before answering, "You just looked like someone on the TV that's all. I'm from a small town in Yorkshire. Where are we?"

"A long way from Yorkshire, I'm afraid. We're somewhere in Kansas; I didn't get the town name when I was driving through." Fake-Sam shrugged.

I sighed in frustration, "That doesn't help at all. Is there anyone we could ask about getting me home?"

Fake-Sam shrugged again, "There's always Bobby. Robert Singer to you. He could help us with finding a way to get you back home."

Bobby. A sudden jolt in my stomach informs me of my excitement of meeting another of one of my supposedly favourite characters. If this is all real.

"Sure, we can use all the help we can get." I answered, trying to play it cool.

As Fake-Sam went to the other side of the room to phone Bobby up I took the chance to have a good look at the room that I was in. There were a few beer bottles strewn about the room as well as some books that looked like old folklore books. In the corner I spotted a newspaper near some books that were piled upwards. Rachel would love this room and be going over all the books, I thought with a jolt. I had no idea where my friend had got to or my family. Hopefully they were safe.

"Is it alright if I read this." I asked Fake-Sam, pointing to the newspaper.

Fake-Sam nodded obviously speaking to Bobby on the phone. I walked over to the newspaper and picked it up to read the date. 7th May 2009. My heart stopped; 2009!? I was from the year 2014; how could I be in the past? Was this some weird Doctor Who crap with me being in the past and also in a seemingly fictional universe?

"Found something interesting there?" Fake-Sam's amused voice interrupted my thoughts.

"No, nothing don't worry. I was just trying to figure out what day it was. Totally had no sense of time just now." I said, chuckling nervously.

Fake-Sam raised his eyebrow, "Well at least you have now. Anyway, Bobby's coming round in a few hours to help us. In the meantime we can have a read through these books and see if there's anything to help us to understand why you just suddenly appeared in my room."

"The last thing I remember is being on a bus as it caught fire and then I passed out and woke up here. If you have any explanation for what could have caused that then please feel free to share with the rest of the class." I said, sarcastically.

Fake-Sam's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Of all the things I've heard that's something that I've never heard happening before. All the more reason to stop talking and start researching."

"You do love your researching." I commented, but stopped when Fake-Sam glanced at me curiously.

I grabbed a book from nearby, not evening knowing what it was about, and sat down to begin reading it. I never was the one that was into books and academic things; that was always Rachel. My throat constricted at thinking about her again. The last thing I remembered of her was her worried expression as she looked around the burning bus. I shook these thoughts off and buried my head into the book and started to research. The quicker I researched hopefully the quicker I could get home.

N.B: Here's the second chapter everyone! It's a little slow at first but I promise it gets faster! If there's any obvious grammar mistakes can someone please point them out to me? Grammar isn't my strongest point ever. I hope you're enjoying this story so far and chapter three will be up next Thursday! :)