Chapter Three

Marthe's POV

The alarm was the first annoying thing that I heard when I woke up. The second annoying thing to wake me up was my mum rudely shouting up the stairs for me to get up; yes, she does have that loud of a voice.

"Marthe Boghaert! Get up right now! You have an exam to go to this morning!"

That's me, Marthe Boghaert, the girl with the law exam in exactly one hour. I roll out of bed and quickly get dressed and head downstairs. Our house is what any modern Belgium family owns; an open planned kitchen with a dinning table at one side of the room and the other side of the room is home to all the kitchen units. That's the side of the room that I now move towards without being tripped up by our dog, Juuleke.

"Juul! Stop trying to get under my feet!" I half shout which seems to do the trick as Juuleke quickly scampers out of the room to go and bother the rest of my family.

When I've finally finished getting ready I rush to get my university things and shout a quick goodbye to my parents and rush out of the house. My university takes a while to get to which means I need to get public transport. Since it's a Monday morning the traffic is busy which makes me sigh in annoyance; that means I'll probably be at least 10 more extra minutes late to my exam. Let's hope karma is kind to me this morning.

However, Karma decided to not be so kind; actually she was being a plain bitch to me this morning. As I walked across the road to get to the bus stop opposite some idiot guy came speeding along the road and smashed right into me. Pain seared through all of my body as I dropped my things and plummeted to the ground. My head twisted to the way that the car that hit me was and I saw that the driver hadn't even bothered to stop and see how I was.

"We've got a hit and run! Someone call an ambulance!" Someone called although I didn't know the voice.

I tried to focus on the voice but my senses were blurring together. My hearing started to have a buzzing noise and my eyes were starting to become blurry and nothing was making sense. The last thing I heard before I slipped away into darkness was,

"Stay with me darling. The ambulance will arrive soon. You'll be alright."

When I opened my eyes the first thing I felt was a splitting headache and pain that coursed throughout the rest of my body. A jolt of panic arises in my chest as when I opened my eyes since I was in a space of darkness and I couldn't see anything that was around me. I tried to shout for help but my voice caught in my throat and I spluttered for a while before trying to breathe normally. I took steady breaths before I placed my hands in front of my face facing upwards to see how much space I had. My hands landed on a surface which felt like wood. With all of my strength I used both my hands and legs and feet to smack and kick against the surface above me.

What felt like hours, although it was probably minutes, my hands suddenly crashed through the wood that was boxing me into the space that I was in. When the wood came away I could see that I was lying in a box in the ground in what looked like a half dug graveyard that someone hadn't finished. There wasn't much to climb but the height of the mud that I had to climb did unnerve me. Upon my better judgement I shouted upwards,

"HELP!"

A couple of minutes later I heard someone tentatively coming nearer to where my grave was. I sighed and decided to call out again just so that whoever it was knew that this wasn't a joke and that I actually needed help,

"Hello? I need some help getting out of here. I've no idea how I got here but at the moment my only concern is getting out. I'd rather not be in a grave, thanks."

A face started to lean over the edge. Since my vision was still getting used to being in the sunlight from being in the dark for so long I couldn't make out who it was. However, it wasn't long till my vision started to adjust when I gave a little gasp as I recognised who it was; it was Jensen freaking Ackles.

"You alright in there?" He called down.

I rolled my eyes, "Well, yes if you're wondering if I'm not hurt but generally not really."

Jensen raised his eyebrow, "How come?"

It was my turn to raise my eyebrow up at him, "Well it wasn't my dying wish to be half buried alive in my grave."

Jensen snorted but then stopped himself, "Alright, I'll go and try and get something to fetch you up. I'm feeling generous right now even though I'm in a tone of shit and I shouldn't be bothered about anybody else right now but my own situation."

"Well, that's generous of you." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

Jensen shrugged and then went off to what I assumed was the where he was going to go something to pull me out of the grave. My mind whirled with questions once he had got out of sight. Why was in a grave? How did I get here? And why, of all people, was Jensen Ackles here? However, when Jensen had returned with something that looked like rope and had thrown it down to me I hadn't answered any of my internal questions and had hopelessly had given up trying.

I grabbed the rope tightly in my hands and started to look for foot holes in the mud. This turned out to be more difficult than I expected since there weren't many places for me to put my feet and I had to dig my heels into the mud to get any sort of grip. What took an exceedingly long time and with the help of Jensen I managed to clamber up from the grave. I had rope burn on my hands but that wasn't what held my attention at the moment.

All of the field that we were in looked like it was a bomb site or that a missile had just hit it; the mass of destruction was just that large. There were other graves that were dotted around that looked similar to mine. Trees were laid flat on top of one another as if a great big gust of wind had knocked all of them over in the process. The scene looked eerily familiar but I couldn't put my finger on why it looked so familiar to me.

"Don't ask me why we're in this place. I've as much idea as you have which is none." Jensen said, looking around and then gazing at me with interest.

I looked towards him, "Well, as nice as it is to see my one of my favourite actors I wouldn't have wanted it to be in a place like this."

Jensen's face crumpled up in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about? There are no actors here. You must be confusing me with someone."

I looked at him in disbelief, "I'm I being punk'd or something? Where are the camera crew?"

"Who do you think I am exactly?" Jensen questioned me, looking at me like I was the crazy person.

"You're Jensen Ackles, right? From the Supernatural TV series?" I asked, looking from left to right to see if there were any camera crew hiding in the trees or the surrounding areas.

"Look, lady, I don't know who this Jensen Ackles person you are talking about is and I sure as hell don't know anything about this Supernatural. I'm Dean Winchester and I suggest you stay close by me if you want to survive this world." Jensen/Dean told me.

I frowned, "You actually think that you're Dean Winchester? I knew that sometimes you act around like he does but this is taking it too far. He's a fictional character for God's sake. Demons and everything that goes bump in the night isn't real."

Jensen/Dean frowned back at me as well as mildly irritated at my response, "I have no idea what you're talking about and since you're here and you will be traveling with me you'll be needing the pep talk. I know that you get told that ghosts, vampires, demons and all nasty things aren't real but I'm afraid they are. You seriously don't want to be caught out by any of them when they are feeling pissed off so if you want to stay alive then you should stay close to me."

"Why should I trust a guy who believes himself to be a fictional character?" I retort, becoming extremely worried of this guy's sanity.

"I should think the same about you but we can sort all this out when we get to Bobby's. He's a trusted friend of mine and knows a lot that could help you figure what's gone on." Jensen/Dean shrugged.

"You mean Jim Beaver, right? Fine, I'll play along. Take me to Bobby's house and if you can miraculously figure what's happened to me I might be more willing to believe this whole messed up story." I bargained, giving up on the battle.

Jensen/Dean gave me another curious glance and then set off at a quick pace which meant that I had to nearly jog to keep up with his pace. Just as we passed the flattened trees the sun started setting in the horizon.