A/N: I realised that some people are only here for the chapters that have had major changes to them. And that some people just skip to Pilot from Season 1. Which makes sense.

I do recommend reading the first chapter to get a basic idea of Sharon's backstory, but the rest of the pre-series is skippable ig. I'll also add a 'key' to the chapter titles to kind of indicate which chapter has a major change to them or just a minor one.

M = Major change, like MAJOR change

m = minor change

"Ow, ow, ow…" I hissed in pain as I pushed myself up

Where in the hell was I? It was pitch black where I was, and my head throbbed like crazy. It felt like I was gonna die. I held back a whimper of pain. I needed to get an idea of my situation. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyesight to the darkness. There was blood on the gravel below me. Awesome, I was bleeding. I looked around a little more. Cars. everywhere. Some were even piled on top of each other. The scene felt all too familiar. But I'd never been to a place like this before. Besides, wasn't I hiking with my friends on a mountain in France? I sucked in a breath. I needed to call for help.

Okay. So. I had my bag with me. Judging by the weight still on my back. But where was my phone? I hissed in pain and felt around in the dark. The moonlight was doing little to light up my surroundings. I felt relief when my hand landed on the familiar back of my phone case. Wait. Was my phone okay then? I quickly brought it to my face and lifted it up into the sky. The moonlight bounced off the black screen. Not a single scratch. Other than the microscratches on the screen protector from my nails. But that could be fixed. Great. Now, did I have reception? The SOS sign on the right corner blatantly said no. Great.

"Who's there?" a man called out. The voice sounded awfully familiar. But I kept myself hidden behind the many cars and trucks. Was this man going to help me? Or was he the one who kidnapped me and threw me in here to play some kind of sick game. And where were my friends anyway? Were they alright? Had they been killed by this guy?

The footsteps started to get closer. I ducked and ran between cars, trying to make as little noise as possible. But the man must have excellent hearing because a shot rang out and hit the spot I was in just a second ago. Great, he had a gun. And his aim was good. My heart hammered in my chest and I could feel myself getting light headed. But not yet. I needed to stay on my toes. This was not the time to panic.

"I know you're there! Come on out!"

I tried to figure out my options. Follow the man's orders, and potentially get killed without a struggle. Or get the fuck out of here, and potentially get killed on the way with a struggle. Neither choice was appealing. Amazing. Just amazing.

Another shot. This time, it hit the car I was hiding behind. "I know you're behind that one. So come on out!"

Okay, okay. I had been spotted. Might as well just surrender. Maybe he would make my death quick. But I didn't want to die like this. Mom. Dad. Brother. I'm sorry. And my friends too. I'm so sorry. This was the end. I closed my eyes to force back the tears. I raised my hands and peeked out from behind the car.

"You run away from home or something?" the man sighed and put his gun away at my sight. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know." I answered truthfully. Maybe the man didn't want to hurt me, and was just trying to defend himself.

"Well, come on closer." he beckoned with his finger.

Okay. He hadn't shot me yet. So obviously. I should be fine. Right? Besides, it wasn't like I could outrun him when he was the expert shot with the gun. Now that I was out in the moonlight, I could get a good look at his face. Bobby? Bobby Singer? Oh, so this was a dream. Meh. I couldn't be killed in a dream right? So I followed Bobby's instructions.

The second I took a step closer, I was splashed with water. What the–

"Hold this." he threw a knife in my direction. What the actual– "Pick it up or I shoot." He was aiming the gun at me again.

Okay. Okay. Weird dream. I picked up the knife and held it in my hands. If this was a dream then why was I being put through the whole checking process of whether I was a supernatural being? Usually it was something raunchy like being in bed with Dean or something terrifying like a ghost crawling out of the bathroom mirror and there being some dead girl by my window. And the throbbing in my head felt all too realistic.

This was a dream right? I pinched my cheek. Bobby looked confused at my action. If this was a dream then I should be able to summon the Winchesters at my own free will. Or wish myself away from all of this. Then I would know this really was a dream.

I looked to the side of Bobby and pictured Sam and Dean next to him. But nothing happened. I frowned. Was I not trying hard enough? No. It couldn't be. I was doing my best to wish this away. I considered myself amazing at lucid dreaming, and I'd never failed until now. What if this really was reality? No way, right? After all, being transported to a different world only happened in manhwas, mangas, and fanfictions.

"What're you doing, kid?" Bobby asked.

"Uh. Nothing." Hold on, how could this even be a dream? I was in the mountains. On a hike. After which we slid on a steep muddy area. And I'd fallen straight to here. What the hell? "I'm not a demon or a skinwalker. If that's what you were worried about."

"Hunter?" Bobby put his gun aside again.

"Uh. Not really. A hunter saved me a while ago."

He would definitely think I was crazy if I told him he was a TV character. For now this small lie would have to do. Besides, I wasn't exactly wrong. A hunter did save me, well technically Y/N in a fanfiction. But it did happen in my brain.

You're a weird one." Bobby snorted. "You're not a werewolf, I'm assuming. Because it's a full moon and you're still… well, human. You a vampire?" Bobby slit his arm.

"Uh. No." I felt around my gums. "I don't have the retractable fang stuff."

Bobby threw his hands in defeat. "Well, come on in, then." he ushered me to follow him. And so I did.

"Coffee or something? You look too young to drink." He offered me a seat in the papery mess of his house.

"Coffee is fine." I watched him as he started the coffee machine.

"What's a kid like you doing here?" He grabbed a box and started pulling out disinfectant and some gauze. "And how'd you get that?"

"I fell." I mumbled. He started dabbing a giant ball of cotton full of the stinging disinfectant on the cut. It stung like hell.

"Almost done." he muttered. He went through about three fistfulls of cotton before he was satisfied. And by the time he was done, I found myself dizzy from the stinging. "Here comes the hard part. Hold on, kid."

I shuddered when Bobby grabbed the needle and thread. I wasn't the greatest fan of being stuck by needles. But I did trust Bobby. If the show was true to the happenings in this world, then the Hunters were the best paramedics you could ask for. They probably couldn't cure cancer, but they sure as hell could keep you alive long enough to get treatment for it.

"Ah!" I shrieked when the needle dug into my head. "It hurts!"

"Stop squirming." Bobby scoffed and held me in place with one hand.

I braced myself by gripping the sides of the chair I was on as the man patched me up. I held my breath as steady as possible, trying not to move so that it didn't hurt. Yet, by the time Bobby was done wrapping the gauze around my head, my cheeks had been drenched in tears.

"So who was the Hunter that had helped you?" Bobby asked.

"I don't remember." I answered. "It was a long time ago."

"Oh." He stood up. "Coffee's done. You take milk or sugar?"

I pressed my lips together. I'd completely forgotten. Lactose intolerance had hit me like a truck on my 18th birthday. If milk wasn't going to sweeten it up, then… "Uhh. Sugar. A lot of it."

"This enough?" Bobby stood there awkwardly with a spoonful of sugar.

I… definitely needed more than that. "Two more of that please…"

Bobby cringed as he dumped three spoons of sugar into mine. "This ain't coffee anymore." Still, he placed it softly in front of me.

"Thank you." I wrapped my cold fingers around the nearly scalding cup of coffee.

"So, kid." Bobby sat across from me. "What brings you here?"

Oh Bobby. Sweet sweet Bobby. "I. Uh." I did my best to come up with a reasonable answer. "I kind of ran away from home… and I ended up here." Well I wasn't lying for sure. I did kind of go to France with my friends to get away from my parents. And I did kind of just end up here.

Bobby nodded, eyeing me. "And where are you from, young lady?"

"Texas." I provided. "Somewhere in the Dallas area. Also, um." Should I even say this? But if he went through my bag he would find out at some point. "It's also a question of when. I'm from the year 2025."

Bobby sighed, grabbing a bottle from the side of the table and popping it open. "Are you now?"

"Yeah."

"I think you had one drink too many kid. It's the year 1997. You're 26 years ahead."

"I-i don't drink." He raised an eyebrow as if saying 'sure you don't.' Of course he wasn't going to believe me. "Um. Here, look– my iPhone– well cell phone in this era." I passed him my iPhone. "It's the iPhone 12 mini. It doesn't come out till, like, man I don't know 2020?"

"It just looks like a purse." Bobby dangled my phone by the strap of its case.

"Uh. Yeah, that's the case. To keep my phone safe. It looks like a purse cause it also acts like one. I've got my driver's license, credit cards, and university ID in there."

Bobby opened the clasp and analysed the cards. "Dates do say it's from the 2020s. Either you're really good at forging documents or you're telling the truth. Sharon Maris?"

"Yeah." I watched him play around with the case, slipping my phone in and out of it. "You should tap on the screen."

"Like that'll work." he scoffed but tapped it anyway. He jumped when it lit up bright. Much brighter than any electronic would in this era. "What the hell." he stared at it in awe. "It's like a flashlight." He narrowed his eyes. "January 3, 2025." He read the date.

"Press the button on the left bottom corner." I said without another thought. I hissed when the flashlight of my phone burned into my eyes. "Point that thing away from me!"

"And you're saying this is a cell phone." Bobby squinted at it. "Did you drug my bottle or something?"

"No." I shook my head. "I have nothing except for my electronics and a change of clothes. We were backpacking across France when I ended up falling here."

"So the running away from home was bullcrap. What else are you lying about?"

"I didn't lie about that part." I sipped the coffee. Ugh… it was still so bitter.

"Just use some milk in it." Bobby rolled his eyes.

"Can't. Lactose intolerant." I grabbed the spoon he offered me and started violently spinning it around. I could feel lumps of sugar on the bottom of the cup. This was going to take a while.

"I went all the way to Europe to get away from my family." I explained. "Been stuck with them for the past 18 years of my life. I love them, don't get me wrong. And now that I'm here…" I leaned back against the chair. "I miss them. I'm not from this world you know. I come from a place where Hunters don't exist. Ghosts don't exist. Whatever it is y'all do, it doesn't exist there."

"And what's that supposed to mean? You knew I was a Hunter."

"Yeah cause y'all are from a TV show called Supernatural. Your lives are laid out to us on a screen. I know a lot about you guys. Not everything of course, but a lot."

"You're telling me I'm the character of some show and people enjoy watching it?"

"Yeah, actually." I hid my face behind the cup of coffee, and took a sip. "You're one of my favorite characters. Bobby Singer."

"Then tell me something only I would know."

"The only thing I can come up with isn't something pleasant."

"Try me." He took another swig of booze.

"Alright. But don't kill me." I backed the chair I was on by a little bit. I eyed the door from the corner of my eye. If Bobby jumped me, I was taking my sad chances. "Your wife got possessed by a demon and you had to… you know…" I couldn't say the rest without tearing up for the man.

Bobby remained silent. "And what was her name?"

"Karen Singer."

The man closed his eyes. "Don't worry kid, I won't kill you." He ran a hand over his face. "You're not lying." Bobby sighed. "And I ran all the tests on you. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a harmless little girl."

"You trust me?"

"Oh of course not." Bobby chuckled. "It's adorable how you would think that.

Of course. Why would he? For all he knew I could be someone who hates Hunters and is here to kill him.

"So you said I was one of the characters. Care to tell me who the others are?"