You've had enough. This was insane! A world filled with monsters? Demons and ghosts? Yeah right. There was probably some logical explanation, or maybe this was all a dream. But whatever the explanation, you just want to get out of there.
"This is fucked up." You tell the brothers when they try to stop you from leaving.
"The demon is drawn to you, if you go back to the university you will be endangering all your friends." Sam said.
"Help, help! There's a demon on my tail! Everyone's going to think I'm insane, hell I even think I'm insane! There's no such thing as demons." You leave and Sam and Dean follow you down the stairwell.
"Well, if that wasn't a demon then what was it? I'm curious, what else could it possibly have been."
"I was probably just dreaming." You say. Your voice portrays much more faith and confidence then you have.
"Then how'd you get the cuts." Dean pointed to your cut arms. You distinctly remember cutting them when jumping out the broken window. A chill runs up your spine and now you're entirely sure you just want to get out of there and go back to university.
"I- look this is insane. I'm just gonna go." You run out of the building and leap into your car. You drive away as fast as you can, and several times during the trip back you think you see another car following you, but you can never be sure.
"I'm alright." You say for the thousandth time to the thousandth person. "I miss them, but they would've wanted me to continue my life." Which is probably true. When that person leaves you wonder how many more people feel like pestering you about your family's death? They are dead, there is nothing that can be done about it, and you just want them to stop reminding you.
You notice everyone else in your dorm is gone. Okay, that's really not that strange. Some are at class, some are probably at a wild party. You have been alone thousands of times before, but now you really feel it, and you know that out there, in the shadows, lurks every childhood fear you have ever entertained.
You are beginning to get scared, which is why it's such a relief when your aunt turns up outside your dorm!
"Hey! What are you doing here?" You say, throwing your arms around her. You haven't seen her in years, but right now she is the closest family you have.
"My brother and niece just died. So I came to check up on you." Luckily she didn't ask the stupid question 'are you okay.' Every time someone asks you, you feel like screaming at them, 'my family just died, NO I AM NOT OKAY!' but instead the only answer is 'yeah, I'm alright.'
"I'm not doing so well." You admit to your aunt as you invite her in. "I've only been back a day, and I can't stop thinking about them, about how they died."
"Me neither." laughed your aunt. Wait, what? You think. Why is she laughing? You look around and she's holding a knife, playing with it with the sharp end towards you... and her eyes are black!
"No..." You say, tripping backwards. You fall splayed out on the floor. "You aren't real! I never saw you!"
"If I'm not real, then this shouldn't hurt a bit." The thing inside her makes your aunt grin evilly at you. She bares the knife and runs at you, and you raise your hands to cover your face, because really, you have no time to get up. You are screaming at the top of your lungs, and because you only realize that now, you wonder how long you have been.
BAM!
The door flies open, and standing there, playing the roles of your savior's, are Sam and Dean. Dean has a rifle and fires at the demon. It knocks her away from you and you scramble up.
"Get her out of here." Dean says to Sam, and he rushes forward and helps you out. As you leave, you see Dean drawing a very strange-looking knife. The entire way down and out of the dorm, you hear screams and bangs from your room.
Several hours later, you watch as the brothers leave in their Impala. Your family's murderer is dead, but it unfortunately meant that your aunt is dead too. The police now swarm your college dorm too, but the brothers didn't leave behind anything for them to find connecting them in any way with the crime.
You turn and a officer pulls you away to ask several questions about what happened. You lie to every one. Oh well, old habits die hard.
Once the police leave and the crime scene is cleaned up, maybe you can actually live a quiet life again. You realize after all this that you prefer being a nobody then to having an enemy who's sole goal for the time being is to kill you. But that's probably all you'll ever be now. Not a hunter, not an attention-drawer. Just a nobody. Because being nobody is a lot safer.
END! Wow, you survived your Supernatural experience! Well done! Although it doesn't seem as if you'll ever have another one. But maybe that's a good thing.