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I have a confession to make, and I'm certain I'll get hatemail for it sometime.

I don't think I'll be continuing this. Like, probably ever.

For two good reasons.

1. I met the cast of Supernatural and had a good talk with Jared, Jensen, Misha, and Mark, and I can't even watch the show anymore because of it. It is literally impossible for me to watch them on T.V. and see them as anything more than actors. They're just people that I've met now. I can't see them as characters anymore, and it's kind of awkward to write a story about people you can't see in that light. Like some kind of creepy person who goes to the same school as their crush and writes fanfiction about them. Yuck.
I'm not saying that to degrade anyone else who stills writes fanfiction about it. You go, fanfiction people! You're the best! You make the fandoms heart happy.
But as for me, I can't do it anymore. For me, it is extremely awkward to have met these people and yet continue to write about them or watch their show, knowing they're probably touching someone's balls with their foot while they're pretending to be Castiel or Dean or Sam.

2. The sidekick in this story, Jamie, was actually my best friend in real life for almost 10 years. Last year, we cut ties and no longer talk. I could easily continue this story with her in it, because I know her so well and have written fanfiction before with her in it (under her request though, she always wanted me to write stories with her in it), but like I said, this one in particular will probably not be continued. Sorry.

So...Again...Uh...sorry. :/

Here's everything I had written before I met them, minus the last two sentences. Sorry o_o

"Hey you," I sang to Jamie, the wind blowing past us from the open door on the train cart we were in drowning my voice a bit. "Don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let me into your heart, then you can start, to make it better."

She gave me a look of mild annoyance from across our living area. "You've been singing different renditions of Hey Jude for four hours straight. I think I understand the message, already."

I stuck out a pouty lip to her. "It makes me feel better. It's a very encouraging song. With all that's happened," I immediately pushed the thoughts of William and my family away, "It's my only lifeline to sanity. It's my go-to for depression." I shrugged. "Besides, I've had it stuck in my head all day. Probably because of everything's that's going on."

She lifted her hands as if to give up. "I know, I know."

My eyes lit up. "I could sing something better."

"Oh god no. What are you-"

"EVERYBODY'S GOT A WATER BUFFALO, YOUR'S IS FAT AND MINE IS SLOW..."

"DEAR GOD MAKE IT STOP!"

We were interrupted with the train slowing to a near halt.

"Hey, I think we're here." I said.

She gave me a look that implied I was great at stating the obvious.

"Think the train guy will be mad at us for hitching a ride?" I asked.

She stood up, grabbing her suitcase by the handle. "I guess we'll never know. Once it slows down enough, we're jumping."

I stared outside and watched the world swirl by. I hated jumping. We'd been doing it all evening, since we left Oregon. That was hours ago. Who knew what time it was now, especially considering the hour differences the change in states made.

We had slept for a few hours off and on in turns, to make sure the train didn't go anywhere off-track (is that a pun?). The sun was just beginning to peak now.

"I'm starving." I stated, probably for the fiftieth time.

She groaned. "I know. You've told me."

I threw my head back. "No, I'm dying."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Dying, but I've got to go." And with that she threw her suitcase out and jumped not long after.

I knew I'd better follow her immediately. I had learned that the hard way by waiting for the train to slow down some more and I ended up jumping in a patch of rocks. My arm and side were skinned pretty good.

Thankfully this place had a patch of big, fat, fluffy, comfortable grass.

I was glad I didn't have anything breakable in my purse or bags.

I brushed myself off and picked up my things, walking over to my sole companion.

"So where now?" I asked.

She pointed ahead. "We follow that road and make our way to Sioux Falls. That's our only hope."

We again planned to hitchhike. I knew for sure that we were both dehydrated, and the last time we had eaten was probably about two days ago at Jessica's house.

So when we heard a car coming up from behind us, we both stuck our thumbs out without really looking at the car.

"You girls need a ride?" A familiar feminine voice asked.

We both looked up. My mouth opened in surprise. "Jody?!" I exclaimed.

She looked ten years younger, like she should be on reruns of The Suite Life Of Zack And Cody, instead of sitting in a sheriff's car right in front of me, but it was definitely Jody. She gave me a strange look. "Do I know you?"

My mouth remained opened, shock paralyzing my tongue.

"We've heard all about you from our friend. You wouldn't happen to be able to give us a ride to Bobby Singer's house, would you?" Jamie smoothly lied over my floundering emotions.

She gave us a look of confusion and borderline suspicion. "Bobby?" Her eyebrows flew up, "...Singer? The drunk?"

I looked over at Jamie for the answer.

That's right. I forgot he's a drunk in his town. I thought.

"That'd be the one." Jamie said.

Jody gave us a strange look. "I'm not so sure you two girls should be hanging around someone like Bobby. But if you want, I'll take you."

We both thanked her and got in the back. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, being caged in, but I trusted Jody not to leave us there.

"Thanks. He's a family friend. Kind of like an uncle." I said, "Or a grandpa." I added.

She started the car forward again and glanced at me in the mirror. "Oh really? How do you know him?"

Why did I open my fat mouth?

I wasn't the best at lying, but I covered, using the first thing that came to mind. "John. John Winchester."

She nodded, puckering her lips in a confirmation expression. "Oh."

Like she knew who John Winchester was. Really.

"So what brings you girls to town?"

Jamie shrugged. "Just passing through. Thought we'd visit Bobby since we're close."

Jody raised an eyebrow. "You girls travel often on foot?"

I gave her a sheepish look. "We hitchhike a lot."

"Oh."

It was about a 20 minute ride to town, and not much longer to Bobby's. When we pulled up, a barking dog greeted us. Jody got out of the car to let us out of the back. She got back in the car and rolled her window down.

"Thank you so much for the ride." I said.

She tapped the top of the window. "No problem. You girls be careful, alright? And if you need anything while you're in town," She pulled out a card from the visor on her side and handed it to us, pointing at her name on it. "Just call this number and I'll help you if I can."

I once again thanked her.

After she drove off, Jamie had to drag me to the door, because even though the dog was barking like mad, it was still my natural instinct to want to go up and pet it.

"I forgot he had a dog," I said to Jamie quietly. "But I remember him now that I've seen him. I remember I sent you a text one time, "Supernatural seasons go on, but does anyone remember Rumsfeld? No. No one." Good boy."

Once we got to his doorstep, Bobby was already at the door, probably having heard his dog.

"Can I help you two with somethin'?" He asked.

I had the biggest grin on my face, unable to control my expression at seeing him. It was strange - I recognized him, felt like I knew him even, but this was the first time I was meeting him in the flesh, and it wasn't his actor, but actually Bobby Singer.

Jamie stepped up to the plate in my absence, unsurprisingly. "We need your help."

/ / / / /

Bobby brought a beer back and popped the top off, setting the cap on the kitchen counter and walking back in to where we were sitting on his couch.

"So let me get this straight," He said, pointing a finger at us with the hand holding a beer, squinting at the thought of what he was about to say, "You two want me to believe that you're from some "other world" where this is all just some T.V. show?"

Jamie gave him a sincere look. "I know it sounds crazy. But it's true."

I tried my damnedest not to start crying again. "Imagine how we feel. Especially me, I mean, I woke up and my son was gone."

He looked at us and frowned, letting out a breath of air that distinctly sounded like a nonverbal way to say, "Well, hell."

He seemed to be thinking of many things at that moment, his eyes searching a place far behind us, before finally they landed back on me and he said, quite frustratedly, "Balls."

Jamie leaned forward. "Ask us anything. Ask us about Sam or Dean or John or Mary. We know about them because they were all on a show we watched growing up. We knew where you lived because of it."

Bobby frowned deeply at her comment. "There aren't more of you, are there?"

We both looked at each other. "As far as we know, we're the only ones to cross over from our world."

He seemed to wonder about that, but continued, "So, what, our lives are the Little House On The Prairie of your world?"

I had to smile just a little at that. "Not exactly."

Jamie looked him in the eye, ignoring everything that was just said. "So do you know anything about this? Can you help us?"

He stared at her and then let out a long sigh. "So you know a thing or two about hunting, then?" He asked.

I almost scoffed, but caught myself to make sure I didn't sound rude. "Of course we do. Salt and burn. Chop heads off. Trap and exorcise."

I was about to mention Jessica, but decided against it.

"Well, I was just about to go on a hunt. Probably some... vengeful spirit." He kind of shrugged, "But I guess it can wait. It's not an emergency or anything, just spooking a few people in the next town over. If you two want to help me, we can start hitting the books now."

I looked over at Jamie. "I'm down if you're down."

She of course agreed.

He looked at us both. "Great."

Right before he dumped his beer on the two of us.

I recoiled and gasped at the sudden shock of being showered. "Ah! Cold! What the hell?!"

"Well. I guess you two aren't demons."

/ / / / /

Studying actually isn't as fun as you might think.

I thought we were going to crack open some of Bobby's books and unleash the secrets to the universe - not so.

It was a little boring, really. I had to focus a lot to try and decipher the story behind the monotonous words. But once I finally focused enough and divulged into the sentences, I was able to be of some help in the study group.

The first couple of days were rough. We were under constant scrutiny. We slept in a guest room together with Rumsfeld, who apparently knew a trick called "Watch.", which involved deep growling any time we moved out of bed.

The first night, as I lay down again to thank God for blessings and strength for the future like I always did, I thought I might try again at reaching out to Castiel.

Dear Castiel. I still don't know if you can hear me. I don't even know if you listen to humans other than Dean. And maybe you don't even listen to him right now. But, uh.. We're no closer to figuring out how this happened, and there's no sign of our families. I don't know if you care at all, but I'll try and think really hard about what they look like and what their names are so you know what I'm talking about.

I envisioned my little sister, my grandmother, my mother, even their husbands and ex husbands. I ended up going on into a litany of my family - uncles, aunts, my niece, grandparents, brothers and sisters that I never talked to. I wondered if he got any of what I prayed.

I feel kind of silly praying to an angel. I pray to your father and my father all the time, but I've never prayed to angels before.

I came here with my friend Jamie. I don't know how, but I did. She's here with me and she's sad about all this too, but I'm the one who lost my son. I know my losses probably aren't worse than hers in her opinion, but I feel like I have lost everything.

I felt as if the room got darker just then, as if the night were trying to consume me.

I took in a very slow, very long breath.

Good night, Castiel.

/ / / /

The life of Bobby was a bit hectic. Any time he had to go somewhere, he'd put Rumsfeld on duty and lock us in the bedroom (which he apologized for and said, "Just to be safe, I'm sure you understand. Can never be too sure.") with some books and water.

He wasn't too shabby of a cook, but he did make eggs and bacon quite a bit. Probably too much.

By the fourth day of our stay at his house, we were allowed to stay on the couch in the living room if he had to go somewhere. Rumsfeld was, of course, our guard for the evening, but even he was beginning to settle down a bit. He didn't seem as wary and didn't growl as much when we changed our sitting positions.

The end of the first week signified my first run of accomplishments. Firstly, I was able to pet Rumsfeld. I gave him a quick rub down on the cranium and he let me, albeit he looked very suspicious about it. Second, I found Bobby's keys, which he had misplaced temporarily. And third, I found a short paragraph about something I thought sounded useful to our situation.

"Jamie, check this out." I said, being as she was the closest one to me.

She leaned over and looked at where my finger was pointing at a paragraph.

"You finally find something? I'm beginnin' to think this search is a dead-end." Bobby said, coming over to look at what I'd found. "Summoning an angel? You think angels did this?" Bobby asked.

I looked up at him. "It seems like the only explanation. In our world, there was an episode where Sam and Dean ended up in our dimension, where they're just actors. An archangel did it. Who's to say one didn't do this to us?"

Bobby frowned. "Okay, say we could summon an archangel," He gave us a look, "And that's believing that they exist." He looked around and lifted his arms, "How the hell do you expect us to figure out which one did it?"

I looked over at Jamie, then looked back at him. "Well... I know one time the boys summoned an angel called Balthazar. I don't remember if he was an archangel though, probably not, since him and Cas served together."

Jamie shook her head. "No, Balthazar was just a regular angel."

I thought I heard Balthazar himself, somewhere in the distance, crying out indignantly at being called "normal".

Bobby squinted at us, which was a look we were becoming accustomed to, as he so often got confused and frustrated when we spoke about things he hadn't experienced yet. "Cas? Who's that?"

I felt some kind of wound stab me at his words, like he had developed amnesia and forgotten a best friend. "Cas is an angel. He's really great. I hope you meet him someday."

That's all I could do, right? Hope? Who knew how things would change since we were here. I was sure just our presence alone must have shifted something by now.

"Huh." He grunted, looking back at the paragraph I'd found. "Well, most of this stuff looks pretty easy to get. It's the angel-specific enochian that'll be hard."

I stared up at him. "What do you mean?"

He pointed at the paper. "Look for yourself. Each angel has a specific enochian sign -we'd have to track down the angel, get the ingredients, figure out a summoning ritual, and get their signal in enochian."

I leaned back and sighed very deeply. "This just gets better and better. Any ideas?"

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head a little. "Only thing to do is hit the books some more. But at least now we have a direction."

/ / / / /

Another week passed and nothing much happened. We didn't find anything else about angels or who might have brought us here, and we couldn't figure out how to bring down an angel lackey to give us direction.

I prayed devotedly to Castiel every night. Sometimes I asked secrets to the universe, or things about God. Sometimes I talked about my day. Sometimes I begged him to help us. Sometimes I confided how much I actually did hurt inside, the pain I felt at the loss of William, my sister, and my grandmother. And sometimes, on a couple nights when it was really very quiet, I thought I heard him answer.

Rumsfeld was committed to making sure we never left the couch, but one day, when I had to use the bathroom so bad I was going to end up peeing on the floor, I finally stood up and went, telling Rumsfeld, "Oh, calm down, you brute! I'll pee on YOU if you don't leave me alone!"

Rumsfeld didn't attack me when I left, thank God. But him letting me leave gave me a whole new insight.

We had been staying with Bobby for nearly a month now. Finally, when we were sitting down and eating our normal luxurious eggs and bacon, I put my fork down and looked at the old salvage yard owner. "Bobby, we've passed your tests. Holy water is nothing but refreshing. We bleed red. There's no allergy to silver." I raised my lip, "No fangs."

He gave me a look as if to say, 'where are you going with this?'

I leaned forward. "So for the love of all that is holy in this world, Bobby. Please," I pleaded, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Let me do the grocery shopping."

He seemed surprised my sentence had taken that direction. I have no clue what he thought I might be asking. Permission to enter his bedroom?

"I'm really not that bad of a cook. Jamie here burns everything except french toast," I shrugged, with Jamie giving an indignant "Hey!". I ignored her. "But I'm a pretty good cook. And I think it would help free up some of your day. I know you're busy a lot, helping people all the time. It's a wonder you even have time to watch Tori and Dean. But if you give me a chance, I think you'll find I'm a pretty good homemaker."

He looked between the two of us. "Well..." He looked down at his eggs and bacon. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to eat somethin' new."

I nearly jumped up and down in excitement. "Excellent! I'll be sure to follow any budget you give me, but it shouldn't be too hard to follow, considering all the money you probably spend on bacon every month."

He grunted his response, eating more mouthfuls of his meal.

The next day, he gave me some money, and I went out shopping. I asked Jamie if she wanted to go, but she declined, saying she would be of more use hanging out with Rumsfeld and studying. I shrugged and went on my merry way, using the fake ID Bobby had made me and Jamie, considering our old ones had had dates on them and disappeared. I wanted to be named Barbara Streisand, but he declined my advances and instead gave me a typical Jane Doe.

He gave me quite a bit of money, and even though it was enough for probably the whole month, I made sure to get precisely what I wanted and saved the rest. I made sure to get some things for pie - I made the most killer peach pie in the world.

I had forgotten how much cheaper food was ten years ago. This is nice. I thought.

When I got home, I called out to let Jamie know I was back, then went straight to the kitchen. Rumsfeld followed me diligently, after I let him loose from the chain out front, and I slipped him a piece of leftover bacon in secret. I'd never tell Bobby, since he seemed like he didn't really want to get attached to Rumsfeld and so he never gave him special privileges (like sleeping on the bed or eating human food), but I gave Rummy (as I began to call him) food all the time. He loved it.

I got out all my ingredients and found all the cooking utensils I'd need (along with some very weird places he had put guns and ammo) and made quick work of the pie crust and filling. I put it all together and preheated the oven while I made little turnovers from the leftover filling.

Once the pie was in I made a marinade for some steaks I had bought and set them in the fridge to soak. I looked at the fridge in shame, clicking my tongue at how empty of nutrition it was.

I made a salad from three different types of kale, broccoli, carrots, lettuce, snow peas, cilantro, and just a little bit of bell peppers, since I knew Jamie didn't like them. I cleaned off the cutting board and cooked some potatoes and seasoned ribs, making an olive oil salad dressing while the potatoes softened.

By the time the mashed potatoes were ready to eat, the pie was done, and I was finishing up some gravy from the rib drippings. My stomach growled at the smell of the food.

It was great to be able to cook. It felt nice. Normal. Like maybe I was just visiting a family member and William was out in the living room being held by someone, laughing and being bounced up and down.

I starting setting the food on the table and getting plates and silverware ready when I heard the door open and shut. Rumsfeld started barking like mad, suddenly aware he had been slacking off on guard duty by the distraction of a meal.

"Quiet!" I heard Bobby yell. Softer this time, he cried, "Girls, we've got -" His footsteps paused, along with two other pairs. "What the hell?"

I looked up as he walked into the kitchen. I was just setting down the pie on a mat, and I'm sure I looked like the cliche version of what every housewife should be: oven-mitt wearing, flowery-dress clad, hair pinned up, and wrapped in an apron.

I smiled as he walked in. "Welcome back. I hope you like dinner." Truly, I did. I knew I was a great cook, but I was really self-conscious about it.

That was when Dean peeked his head out the corner. His eyes locked onto me and it took him a second - I could see the wheels spinning in his head. "Wait, you're-"

Sam walked in just then, and seemed to recognize me immediately. "Tessa?" He asked, shocked.

My smile turned into a face-splitting grin. "You guys!" I walked a few steps towards them to give them a hug, and my arms were even outstretched, when I realized maybe I shouldn't. Instead, I took my mittens off and set them on the counter.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, still smiling.

Sam's eyebrows rose. "We could ask you the same thing."

Dean turned to look at Bobby, a hand raised as if to grasp the situation. "Now, hold on a minute. These are the girls you were talking about? The girls you 'took in'?"

Bobby looked a little dumbfounded. "Well, yeah. Why? How do you two know'em?"

My smile cracked and I glanced at Sam very quickly. "I was friend's with Sam's fian- uh, girlfriend." I caught myself, always having thought of Jessica as a fiance rather than a girlfriend.

He looked between us all and raised an eyebrow, staring at the floor and mumbling, "Well, I know you mentioned them, but..."

Just then Jamie walked in through the back door, a bag slung over her shoulder. Upon seeing all of us, she said, quite alarmed at Dean and Sam, "Oh. Hey." She sniffed the air and looked at me. "Smells great. I'll be back, I'm going to go put my stuff away."

Bobby frowned. "Where the hell have you been?"

Jamie gave him a look, "Even I need sunlight sometimes."

Before she left the room to go upstairs, she said, "And Tessa, I think you better look at the food supply. We've got one entire pie and one entire Dean - there won't be enough."

I looked at the table. If we only had one rib each, there should be enough, since I made extra. I didn't know how much Bobby would eat.

"Um..." I said, looking back over at our company. At least the ribs were big.

Dean seemed to ignore the lack of food and stepped up to the table, eyes lit up. "You made pie? Now you're speaking my language!"

He sat down and rubbed his hands together, probably about to grab something, when I stuck my hands on my hips. "Excuse you. When was the last time you washed your hands?"

He looked up at me, shocked and confused that I'd even suggest such a thing.

"Come on." I waved him up, "I don't want ectoplasma on the table, thank you very much." I said.

I looked over at Sam and Bobby, as if to encourage them to do the same.

Sam stared at me in some kind of frozen look that seemed to say, "In our crazy upsidown lives, here we are like a modern family, being told to wash up for dinner." But it wasn't a bad look. And this time, when he smiled, it was a short and sweet true smile.

Bobby, on the other hand, looked at the pie I made with a kind of sadness I didn't understand.

We all washed up and Jamie came down to eat. Everyone seemed to enjoy it well enough, so I commended myself for a job well done.

Bobby seemed uncomfortable. Like he wasn't sure how to take all of it - the food, the company... the company knowing the other company.

Dean kept stealing glances between me and Jamie and the pie - lustful at the pie, suspicious to me and Jamie.

Sam seemed tense, like something was bothering him.

Bobby just seemed like he didn't know what to do about the whole situation.

Only Sam, Jamie, and I took some salad, Dean and Bobby completely ignored it.

We ate in silence, for the most part. It wasn't uncomfortable, just... quiet. That is, until we got to dessert.

"This is the best pie I've ever eaten. What did you put in this thing?" Dean murmured over a bite of peaches.

I shrugged. "It's probably the best pie you've ever eaten because it's actually homemade, instead of that crap you guys get on the road."

He stopped chewing and gave me a very serious look. "Don't you ever," He pointed his fork at me and raised his eyebrows, "Dis the pie. That stuff is like a god."

I scoff-laughed. "You wouldn't know what those are even like... Yet."

When we finished eating, Jamie helped me do the dishes and put things away while Sam, Dean, and Bobby went out to converse with each other.

"Did the boys seem kind of tense to you?" I asked quietly.

Jamie shrugged. "They probably just got done with a stressful hunt."

I gave her a once over. There was something off about her. "You know, you look kind of tense, too."

She shrugged again, this time more forcefully. "I'm fine. Seriously."

Just then, a meteor fell from the sky and incinerated us all.

The end.