"Where did she come from?"
"I don't know Dean, I saw the same thing you did!"
"I think she's waking up"
"Maybe she can tell us more about how she appeared by the side of the road"
American voices, Anna thought, familiar America voices, but I don't know anyone American. She forced her eyes open and attempted to raise herself up onto her elbows.
"I think you should wait a minute sweetheart, you took quite the tumble a minute ago"
"I'm fine.. I think, why d'you sound so familiar?"
She attempted to twist round to see their faces and...
"Oh BUGGER".
She was on fire, definitely on fire. Dropping back down and desperately clutching at her shirt, she contorted her head round to try and work out why she was in so much pain. The skin on her right side was a scorched to a raised scarlet mound that looked.. hand shaped. Hand shaped. That wasn't right. Anna shook her head, hoping to clear it. Something was nudging at her about hand shaped burns. Hand shaped burns! Angels! Oh no, no way. She did know those voices. Wrenching her eyes open again, she looked up into surprisingly open green eyes that unmistakeably belonged to Jensen Ackles.. or Dean Winchester.
"Hey! Hey, calm down, you're alright, you're alright!"
He was dressed like Dean.
"She's going into shock dude"
That was Sam. She needed to calm down so she could talk to them.
"Ca.. uh hum, can I, um, can I have some water?"
Smooth as fuck, as Lena would say. Damn, Lena, they'd been together before.. whatever had happened. Where was she now, was she here too?
"Hey, was there anyone else here? Like, ah, a tall blonde girl?"
"No, there was just a brief flash of white light and then you were laying passed out cold on the ground alone. Water?"
She grabbed the ornate flask from.. Sam.
"Thanks".
"No problem".
The brothers exchanged significant looks and stared at her for a moment, before she went to drink.
She realised that if they were the Winchesters, then she was drinking Holy water and they were waiting to see if she had any adverse reactions.
"I'm not a demon, I swear, I mean. I.. Crap, I have an angels hand print on my side I think, I'm not a bloody monster!"
She chugged from the flask a second time to push that point home.
"How the hell do you know that's an angel's hand print?"
Dean was gripping her shoulder tightly now, a mixture of confusion and worry masked his face.
"I.. I've.. where I'm from.. "
They're never going to believe this, Anna thought. Never. Lena would go about this logically. She'd start by easing them in.. How could she do that in this situation? The Supernatural books! She could reference the books and possibly the alternate universe Cas had sent them to, if they were past that season. That season. She was in a season. How was she supposed to keep calm!? She took several deep breaths. Looking at them, she saw that Sam wasn't sporting the ridiculous sideburns, but that he did have very long hair, so maybe she was in season eight?
"Do you... do you remember the Supernatural books? By um, by Carver Edlund?"
"Oh god no, not those again. So you've read about us?"
"How would she know us from that Sam, it's not like we get accurate representation in the damn things?"
"Well she might -".
"EXCUSE ME!"
"Ah.. sorry".
"I haven't read the books. I just know of them, I'm trying to explain this in as logical a way as I can".
"If you haven't read them, then how do you know any of this, it doesn't make a any sense".
"Okay I know, I know it doesn't, okay, just wait a minute. Another thing that you need to keep in mind is your trip to an alternate universe a few years ago? You were thrown into an alternate world where you were characters on a show called Supernatural? Do you remember that?"
The men exchange severe looks.
"I'll take that as a yes... Well, I'm in a similar situation to the one you found yourselves in then".
"Are you trying to say that you come from an alternate universe!?"
"Yes, that is exactly what I am trying to say, I'm essentially in the reverse situation though".
"So.. you're trying to say that you've come from a world where we're actors playing at being hunters?"
"Yes! In my world, Sam and Dean Winchester are characters."
At least they've got it, even if they won't accept it, Anna thought. She knew this was going to take a while to sink in.
"So, you're saying.. one of the winged dicks gripped you tight and ripped you from your world into ours?"
"That's what I'm trying to s-".
"Why would they bother? Who are you?"
"Dean! She's still in shock, calm dow-"
"She could be working for them Sammy!"
"My name is Anna, I am 100% human and half an hour ago I was walking along the sea front in England with my best friend minding my own business!"
"And then?"
"And then nothing until I woke up".
"And your friend, the blonde you asked about earlier I guess, you think she was brought here too?"
Sam, always asking the important questions.
"She might have been, if they brought me, I can't see why they wouldn't have brought her... but I don't know where she would have been dropped off, she could be anywhere...'.