KaterinaPetrova-Winchester: Thanks so much! Yea, I had to work out really hard to bring John into the story, and I cut a lot from the season in order to make everything fit.

Authors note: Okay guys, this is kind of me just adding another chapter right away because there was a four day period where I didn't put up anything. Just to let you know this is by far one of my most favorite chapters, so I hope I get some feedback! Enjoy.

11

"Rise and shine, Buttface." I heard Dave's voice say.

"Dave," Zach's voice reacted.

"What? She drooled all over my upholstery. It's disgusting!" Dave replied. "Would you get up already?"

My eyes opened the moment I received a violent nudge. I sat up immediately, and saw we were at a gas station and Dave was standing in the doorway of the passenger side.

"I hope you know," Dave said waving a tissue in my face. "That I had to wipe your drool off my seats."

"Sorry." I mumbled wiping the corners of my mouth.

"Sorry? I just wiped off your drool, woman!"

"Who are you yelling at now?" I heard John ask from his car.

"No one." Dave replied, having to raise his voice for his father to hear him. "Just Zach, you know how he is!"

"You know," Zach said. "Dad's probably wondering why you just called me 'woman'."

"Shut up." Dave said. "Do you guys want anything?"

"Maybe a breakfast bar, or something." Zach replied.

"Can I have a bag of chips?" I asked.

Dave nodded leaving the car.

"Wait!" I called for him to come back. "Can you also get me something to drink, like Coke, or water, or something."

"Yea," Dave said ready to leave.

"WAIT!" I cried again.

"Yes." Dave replied angrily.

"Can I also have a chocolate bar?"

"Fine," He said ready to go.

"And a copy of Vogue Magazine please!" I called after, poking my head out of the open door. I had to shield my eyes because it was such a sunny day.

Dave only shook his head in frustration, unable to say anything with his father walking beside him.

"Why do you need a magazine?" Zach asked, closing the passenger door.

"Honestly?" I asked. "I just wanted to find out what the date was."

"I could've told you that." He said.

I shrugged.

"I know." I said making Zach chuckle.

"I think if anyone of us kills him," He said. "It'll be you, Ella."

"Probably," I replied with a laugh. Then I remembered something. "Did you get another dream last night?"

Zach turned to me and nodded.

"Yea, actually. It was of the same woman, and Dad said the signs come a week before, so I'm guessing she still has time. It was at night anyway, and since it's like," Zach checked his watch, "Ten in the morning, and we're only two hours away, I think we can make it to her in time."

"I hope you guys kill the demon in Iowa." I told Zach.

"Yea, me too." He replied. "I want to be done with hunting. I just want to kill this ass hole, and go back to start med school."

I sighed sadly, and just looked down at my hands. He obviously didn't end up doing that at the end of season one. There were already like three other seasons in my universe, which obviously meant that Zach Savage was not able to go back to med school ever again.

"I know you just want a normal life Zach," I told him. "And I'm no one to stop you, but if you don't end up going back for whatever reason, just remember that you don't have to blame yourself for what happened with your mom and Jessica, and there are plenty of doctors out there. "

"I know," He said.

"I don't think you do." I told him. "I mean what you do for people is amazing, and I thought so, long before I even came into this universe."

"You think I'm amazing for entertaining you?" Zach asked dubiously.

"No, not for just entertaining me, and a million other people," I said. "But because you are apart of a story that is surprisingly inspiring to a lot of people. I mean you've got a brother that would do anything for you, and the comfort of the idea that you are actually helping people. That's a big deal to us social outcasts back home, who don't even know what to do with our own lives." I explained. "I don't know what I'd do with out the either of you."

Dave cut me short after opening the driver door, and sitting down. He shoved the Dr. Pepper (to which I cried, "How'd you know?"), a milk chocolate bar, and a bag of chips in my lap, then handed me a Cosmopolitan.

"They didn't have… Vogue." He explained.

"Cosmopolitan is the stupidest magazine in the world!" I complained.

"Are you kidding me?" Dave asked turning around. "Do you know how difficult it was to convince my dad that I was just curious to know the One Thousand Sex Confessions of women across the country including Jennifer Love-Hewitt, Kate Hudson, and Jessica Alba?"

I leaned forward, giving him a kiss, on his ridiculously high cheekbone, causing him to make a very disgusted face, and immediately wipe it off, while Zach laughed.

"Thank you," I said. "For the food, and drink, and my new favorite magazine."

"You're welcome." He said starting the car. "But I don't want anymore of that kissy stuff." He continued to try wiping it off with his shoulder as he followed his father's car out of the gas station.

"Oh, come on," Zach said jokingly. "I think it's sweet she gave you a kiss."

"Don't start with me, Zach." Dave warned.

"I think the reason why you are so opposed to being affectionate is because you were ignored as a child." Zach began.

"You know what I think? I think we should stop talking about this." Dave said, only making Zach laugh even more. "Anyway," Dave said. "I think you'd be happy to know that after you suggested it, I called Bobby."

Zach's demeanor immediately changed.

"When?"

"While you two were asleep." Dave explained. "I told him we would need a hand. He said he was on his way."

"Does Dad know?" Zach wondered.

"Yea, I told him just now." Dave replied. "He didn't really say much but I don't think he was particularly in love with the idea."

Zach just remained quiet and I lied back across the three seats, making sure to keep my shoes off the leather.

Aside from the very strange, yet oddly fascinating, sex confessions of crazy women (including the celebrities), it was a rather uneventful two hour drive. We pulled up to the motel where the boys said they'd meet Bobby, and booked two rooms.

"I really have to shower." I told Dave when we got into the room. Zach was talking to his father in the other room.

"You didn't shower at the last motel?" He asked.

"Oh you mean the one where we were at for like two seconds?" I argued.

"What about in Arizona?"

"We got there, went to the school, got home, I almost died from a branding attack, then I was doing some research on some other stuff, and then we went to the asylum, and then we got back and went to bed because we were so exhausted, and then we…"

"Okay, okay, shut up already." Dave gave me a funny look. "So you're telling me you haven't showered for the past four states?"

"Well this one doesn't count, 'cause we just got here." I replied.

"Just take a damn shower, and don't come out until after you've completely disinfected yourself." Dave told me.

"Uh, hello," I said. "I don't have any clothes. That's, like, the number one reason why I haven't showered."

"Just wear what you have on now." Dave said like it was the most obvious answer.

I folded my arms.

"I don't have any other underwear either." I told him, my face growing hot.

"Just wear what you have on now." Dave repeated.

"That's disgusting!" I cried.

"Welcome to hunting."

"No. Being a hunter does not mean being unhygienic." I stated.

"Apparently for you it does, considering you haven't showered in like days!" Dave said.

"Dave, plleeaassse!" I begged yelling. "I need clothes!"

"You need to shut up before I-"

Like something heaven-sent, Zach walked in saying, "Dad needed me to go pick up some stuff, do you guys need anything?"

"Take this girl off of my hands now." Dave demanded. "She's like a four year-old."

I shot Dave a glare, and followed Zach down to the Impala.

"Thank goodness," I sighed. "You're brother is a lot more tolerable on a TV screen."

Zach chuckled.

"So where did you need to go?" He asked.

"Do you think they have a mall here?" I wondered.

"We're only a couple minutes out of the city if you want to make an outing of it." Zach told me.

"Yes!" I cried. "Let's do that!"

Zach laughed.

"Yes, ma'am."

It took about fifteen minutes to ride into the city, and after parking at a meter, Zach and I walked into a large store I never heard of. Zach reluctantly followed me to each item that I saw and took a slight interest in. He was more engrossed in the other shoppers though, and I wondered why until he came right up to me.

"You're invisible right?" He said.

Suddenly I gasped and dropped the item I had picked up causing a woman nearby to turn and make a face.

"No, no," Zach said. "I think they can't see whenever you pick up something. Walk around the store carrying something." He told me. "I don't think anyone will see it floating around."

I hesitated before randomly picking up a belt, and holding it in the air. I didn't get any funny glances, or camera phones pointed my way no matter how open the area. I made my way to Zach.

"So they can't see anything I grab?" I asked.

He shook his head in response.

"Are you telling me that I can steal anything?" I said lowering my voice.

"That's not-"

"Ask the lady at the counter for bags, I am going on a stealing spree."

"Seriously, El-"

"Go!"

"Okay."

"And ask the one at the end of the counter!" I specified. He just gave me a look.

He awkwardly made his way up to the lady at the counter mouthing something or another to her. She smiled and handed him a few bags. Score. If she hadn't been checking him out from the moment Zach walked in, I wouldn't have asked him to get them from her.

"Apparently it's company policy, that you're not allowed to give out bags to people who haven't bought anything, but she made an exception for me." Zach said as we walked over to a corner where he knew a camera wouldn't see us. "I wonder why."

"It was probably your big eyes." I started, making him scowl. "Or your cute butt." I grabbed the bags from him, stuffing every article of clothing that I found overpriced and correctly sized into them.

"My what?" He asked following me

I made sure a good portion of the things I was grabbing was ideal for hunting. So more jeans and shorts—less dresses and skirts.

"Oh yea, girls are obsessed with that thing." I said nonchalantly, as I grabbed everything from socks to one of those tan rucksacks with leather straps that were selling nowadays.

I discreetly made my way to the underwear section.

I turned around in time to catch Zach looking at his butt in the mirror and making a very confused face.

"But why?" he wanted to know.

"I don't know, because it's cute?" I pointed out. "Don't come in here!" I said stopping him. "Not unless you want people to think you're a pervert."

"Right." He muttered to himself. He continued to roam the store like some lost puppy, until a woman approached him asking if she could help him with anything.

I didn't really catch the rest, as I was keen on finding some underwear that didn't have a furry animal as a pattern. I shoved, a whole bunch of bras from the same rack of my size into a bag once I was sure no one was looking, and sneakily grabbed a couple pairs of matching underwear for them (Oo Lala).

I quickly sprinted towards Zach who was caught up talking to this woman, about different shoes that could work as gifts.

Shoes!

I was going to need something other than the black boots I already had, so I grabbed a pair of stylish sneakers in my size and ran back to Zach who had now moved on to the topic of jewelry.

"You know," Zach said noticing I was ready to go. "I think I'm going to get my girlfriend something else." He said with a shrug. "I'm in a bit of a rush now, but I'll come back later."

We practically ran back to the car as I dumped everything into the back seat. I shut the passenger door and turned to Zach.

"That was probably the most exciting thing I have ever done." I told him.

"I can tell." He said.

"Where to next?" I asked eagerly.

"Next? You stole the whole store in there!" Zach proclaimed.

"Not true." I said folding my arms.

"Okay, well I have to go find a duffle bag for my dad. We'll see what else we can find." He said pulling out of the lot.

We parked next to a shop that sold any type of bag you could possibly think of and while Zach talked to the salesman at the counter I ran and picked up a large camel-coloured bag that seemed it could hold the clothes I just bought—erm I mean stole.

I sat down in the car and waited for Zach to meet me there. When he came he set a large bag down in the back along with the things I got. He took a seat next to me and started the car.

"Dave is going to kill us." I said. "I can already here his voice telling us how stupid we are."

"Forget Dave," Zach said. "My dad is going to give us such a hard time."

"He won't know," I said.

"I think he'll pick up on the string of women's clothes that he might find here and there." Zach said.

"I guess we were kind of careless, huh?"

"We were." Zach added. "I really shouldn't have let you take all those things."

"I kind of forced you to." I said. "And anyway, what were you going to do instead? Pay for a bunch of girl's clothes and underwear and not expect people to assume you've kidnapped someone?"

"Yea, well, that's not going to convince either of them." Zach said.

He drove out for a couple of blocks and pulled up next to a weird shop that sold guns.

"I'll be right back," He said getting out of the car. "One more thing I need to pick up for Dad."

I waited in the car for a good fifteen minutes and when Zach finally came back he handed me a pocketknife.

"That's yours," He said starting the car. "I've got one, Dave's got one, my dad's got one, so you can have one too."

"Just like everyone else in the family." I said quietly while admiring it.

When we did get back to the motel, I was dreading the talk I was sure to receive from Dave. He was so intimidating when he was angry and he was always angry with me. Why was he my favorite Savage brother before?

Just as Zach was about to enter the room, Bobby opened the door and looked at the both of us.

"Zach," He started. "Is that girl you boys have been talkin' about got white and black hair, because otherwise, I have never met this friend of yours."

"You can see me?" I cried.

"I sure can." Bobby said.

Immediately I dropped everything and jumped in his arms. Bobby Singer could see and hear me. He laughed and held me for a moment. This was amazing.

"Where the hell did you get all of that stuff?" Dave asked from behind. "Hey Bobby you can see Cru?" He wondered after seeing me squeeze the life out of the poor man.

"It would appear that way." Bobby replied helping me carry in all the crap I was too tired to.

"Seriously where did you guys get all that stuff?" Dave wanted to know.

I looked at Zach who just casually set down the things he bought.

"Well I bought the stuff Dad told me to," He turned to me. "Ella has a different story though."

Dave looked at me still perplexed.

"Uhm…" I paused.

"Uhm what?" Dave said impatiently.

"I kind of… took it." I replied quietly.

"Took it? What do you mean you took it? You mean you stole it?" Dave wanted me to clarify.

I nodded as though I was being scolded.

"All of it?" Dave asked.

I nodded again.

"How?"

"Well," I started. "No one could see me, and they couldn't see whatever I touched so I grabbed a bunch of stuff and ran."

"No one suspected anything?" Dave asked.

I shook my head.

"And you didn't pay for anything."

I shook my head once more.

"Awesome." Dave said with an approving nod.

"Wait sorry?" I asked.

"Yea, just shove all this stuff under the bed," Dave said. "I know Bobby can see you now, but if Dad can't that could turn into a very awkward conversation."

"Right," I said grabbing a t-shirt, a pair of pants, a jacket and some underwear.

I shoved the other clothes in the bag that I brought from the second store, and pushed it under the bed.

"Why were you so nervous?" Dave asked picking up an apple from the bowl and taking a bite out of it.

"I thought you were going to get angry." I replied truthfully.

"Me?" Dave asked with apple bits in his mouth. "I'm the funnest guy in the world. I'm awesome." He argued. "If anything, I'm surprised Zach let you do all this."

"Well maybe if you stop treatin' her like such a baby." Bobby said. "She would think you were fun too."

"Yea, Dave." I said. "Stop treating me like a baby."

Dave scowled at me.

"You are a baby," He said causing Bobby to scoff. "Come here." He took another bite out of the apple as I made my way towards him.

With one finger he reached by the clothes I carried in my arms, and pulled out the bra I was holding, by its strap.

"Hey!" I cried reaching for it. I hated being too short.

"Dave," Zach said.

"This is a much better substitute for Mr. Poppers Penguins." Dave said chewing on his apple. After further examination he made a face. "You're awfully small for an eighteen year-old." He remarked.

I shot him the nastiest glare and snatched the thing from him.

"Dave, quit bein' such an idjit and apologize to the poor girl." Bobby said.

"Come on," Dave said with a laugh.

"Boy don't make me come slap some manners in to you." Bobby warned. (Did I mention he was my hero?)

"Alright, alright." Dave said holding his hands up defensively. "Cru knows I kid around with her, don't you?"

I couldn't help but smile.

"And she owes me one anyway." He told Bobby.

"How's that?"

"She kissed my damn cheek this morning!" He said. "Can you believe it?"

"And her poor lips didn't melt off?" Bobby said with a laugh.

Dave only shook his head.

Suddenly the door swung open.

"Zach did you get everything?" John asked before looking in my direction and then at everyone else. "Who's this?" He asked pointing to me.

"Uh," Dave froze.

"Am I missing something?' John wanted to know.

"I'm Ella." I said.

"Dave, this is a little young, even for you." John reprimanded, causing both Dave and me to make a face.

"Gross, Dad." Dave said. "No, this is Cru."

"Cru? As in Colorado Cru?"

"Right, that's who I was talking to."

"She just said her name was Ella." John said growing confused. "Bobby, did you know about this?"

"I did, and it's nothin' to be worried about." Bobby assured him.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" John asked.

"Dad, it's no big deal," Zach said. "She's just hunting with us."

"Go on, kid." Dave told me with a grin. "Go shower, we'll fill him in."

"Thank you," I said sprinting to the bathroom.

It was very quiet while I was showering, I could only hear a slight murmur of voices through the water. After a while, though, I could hear some of them laughing, and talking as sound of guns being set down on wood, and beer cans clanking were somehow able to make it to my ear.

In that moment, while I was showering I felt overwhelmed by joy.

On this day, I told Zach Savage that he was a hero in so many ways, I kissed Dave Savage on the cheek, I robbed two stores with Zach, got a pocket knife to match the Savage family, and came home giving Bobby Singer a hug, with Dave surprisingly proud of the fact that I stole, and John Savage looking at harmless old me, and being the most worried I'd ever seen him.

These moments I decided were the greatest moments of my life thus far, and, as I grew uncontrollably happy at the fact that this was exactly what I had pictured in the case of being sucked into my favorite TV show of all time, I laughed.

And I was laughing for a while until all of a sudden I remembered something terrible.

These moments were also ones that lead up to John Savage's death.

Additional Authors note: I've decided that I will stop posting after I put up 15 chapters (which is the end of part 1). I hate to be one of those people, but I don't seem to be getting much response from anyone except for a few people, and that kind of defeats the purpose for me. Hope to see you guys stick it out until then!