Ow!

The ground beneath me was hard, and frankly freezing.

What the heck!

I cracked an eye open, I was lying in damp grass with an old house about twenty yards away.

How did I= the memories rushed back to me.

I swore.

Really?!

I pinched my arm; I grimaced.

Yeah, it's real. Crap!

I said I loved Supernatural, I didn't say I wanted to be in it! The show's got some creepy crap!

What am I going to do? Can I get back? Will I ever see my brother and sister again?

I frowned; I never thought I'd miss those jerks.

I was shaken from my thoughts, from a buzzing coming from my pocket. I knew that buzzing anywhere; it was my ringtone.

But how? I remember leaving my phone upstairs.

It kept buzzing, so I pulled it out. Indeed it was my Iphone. "One new text message!" The screen blinked.

I looked at it; it had zero bars. My eyes widened.

It kept buzzing. Finally, I decided to read the text, hoping it wasn't from anything creepy.

What I read was surprising to say the least. It was longer than your average text message; it was more like a letter.

"Dear Rebecca,

I know this is surprising, and frankly terrifying (and yes I knew what you're thinking, because I am you). But you will understand in time. You have greater purpose here than in our world. You have the potential to change everything. Yeah, I know I'm making us sound like a Mary Sue. But let me tell you, it won't be easy. It'll be the hardest thing you've ever done, but trust me. You'll thank me… you, later.

Over and out,

You from the future.

P.s. I've added some tips to help you.

P.P.S. If I were you, and I am… I'd find them quick.

And also? Don't be mad at Castiel."

There was a file attached to it, a PDF. I downloaded it. Funnily enough, it actually downloaded.

I decide I should get up. So I did.

Why would future me send me a text, more importantly, how? Unless her- my phone can travel in time… but this isn't Doctor Who. So the only way it could get here is if Cas worked his mojo.

Hmmm…

I decide to get a closer look at the house. As I trudged over there I felt a sinking feeling, the house looked just like the house from "The Woman in White".

I checked my phone, 7:15. Well then it'll be awhile.

And I don't even know what day it is so… let's hope for the best.

So I'll have time to sort out my mind. So just why the hell am I here? I know what the text said, but… I'm just a tumblr blogger who lives off coffee, and top ramen.

How could I make a difference? I mean my only useful skill is welding, and that can't really help me in a fight… well, maybe if I had a flame thrower- but the point still stands. I'm not the best choice in the world.

On the other hand, I'm kinda excited to meet the Winchesters, especially before all the really bad crap happened to them.

But why season one?

Wouldn't they need a lot more help during the apocalypse?

I shrugged.

I'll take what I can get, and on the bright side; I might get to meet Gabriel.

On the other hand I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, by a house with a creepy ass ghost. I checked my phone hoping to get the date. What was weird was it had the correct date, right down to the year. Well that's convenient. I took a look at the date; the Winchesters aren't going to fight the ghost till tomorrow.

Dang it, now I have to walk all the way to some crappy motel that probably smells like the south end of a north drawn horse, just to find a couple of disaster magnets.

I might as well paint a bull's-eye on my forehead. Hopefully this'll be worth it.

Well, I ended up walking anyway.

When I finally got into town, my feet were killing me. I had gone to three motels so far.

Nope. Nada. Zip.

None of them had heard of the "Winchesters", or any of their aliases, I was beginning to think I was being played. Maybe some crazy Misha Collins look alike, kidnapped me, and forced me into some sick game…

I was getting seriously cranky when I walked into the forth motel lobby/sign in. It was the crappiest of the four, the chairs were the color of vomit, and the place smelled like old gym socks.

"Hey," I said tiredly, "Have you seen A couple of guys, probably by the names of Bert or Hector, they would have rented a room here. Bert would have been walking around with a sky scraper."

He scratched his chin, "Yeah, maybe. Why?"

I sighed, I did not need this, "I need to talk to him, and it's an… emergency."

"Are you a family member?" He asked.

"Yeah, uh Bert and his brother's grandma got hit by a truck," I said trying to lie. "I need to talk to them."

"Why didn't you just call them?" He asked.

"I dropped my phone in the toilet."

He thought it over, "Hmmm… ok. Room 204."

Ok, either he's letting me in on purpose, even though he knows I'm lying, or in the words of house, "Darwin says, 'let him die".

I made my way to said room. But as I was about to knock on the door, I got nervous. Once I tell them what I'm doing here –if it's them—I'll either have a gun in my face, or they'll demand more answers, answers that I don't have. Both are horrible. But if I don't knock and see if it's them, then just what am I going to do here?

I decided to stop being a coward, and knock tentatively on the door. Come what may.

I waited a minute, nothing. I knocked again, louder this time.

Suddenly the door opened, but only partially. Staring back at me, stood an exact replica of Jensen Ackles, minus the mustache; there was no doubt, this was really Dean Winchester. My eyes widened, I didn't really believe it until now; this is real.

He caught my staring, "What?"

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