A/N: Hello my wonderful followers, readers, Supernatural and Shadowhunters/mortal instruments fans! Another chapter! I hope you enjoy! I do really hope that Clary and Mark is in character. I am trying my best. XD.

Carry on wayward supernatural fans, and happy patrol shadowhunters.

It's been a whole week since that weird portal opened up, and Andra was starting to question whether she should be freaking out or throwing a party for the bunch of new supernatural creatures they were dealing with. Who wouldn't be impressed by new vampires, werewolves, and demons that can possess people like they're auditioning for a horror movie? Oh, and let's not forget about the witches – because why not throw them into the mix, right? The best part? Nobody else seems to have a clue about these freaky new additions to the neighborhood, except for those poor souls who have to actually fight them. Talk about a niche market.

And let's not even get started on the whole "other hunters" situation. It's like a cosmic mix-up of epic proportions, and Andra couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. On the bright side, it's a great distraction from her totally inconvenient feelings for Magnus. Who has time for brooding over love that is never going to be returned when there are demons to battle and mysterious creatures to research?

Speaking of research, Andra's practically become a permanent resident of the institute's library – move over, bookworms, she's on a mission to figure out all the stuff they never knew existed. Turns out, the institute's library is about as useful as a chocolate teapot, so she had to bite the bullet and call the number Sam gave her. Who knew that merging realities could be both mind-boggling and strangely enlightening? And as for Magnus, he's on a mission to find a counter spell, but so far, he's batting a solid zero. It's like a supernatural game of cat and mouse, and they're definitely the mice in this scenario.

But hey, at least they're learning a thing or two from Sam and Dean's reality. Turns out, hunters are like the nomads of the supernatural world – they go where the action is, and boy, do they have some stories to tell. With all these new supernatural shenanigans, it's no wonder the Clave is starting to get a little twitchy. Who can blame them? It's like a freaky creature convention out there!

She slouched back in her chair like it was her own personal throne – well, for the past week, at least. Rubbing her tired eyes, she couldn't help but feel the discomfort of her stubborn contacts. Seriously, who has time to deal with itchy eyeballs when there's a supernatural circus to unravel? It's not like she had the luxury of taking them out, anyway. Sleep had become a distant memory for her, and it seemed like the rest of the gang was in the same boat. Poor Alec, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her brother. Walking a mile in his shoes right now? Yeah, no thanks. And as for Jace and the other Institute Heads – well, let's just say they're probably not getting any "Head" of the Year awards anytime soon.

Sam and Dean were still hot on the trail of those elusive witches who might just be the masterminds behind this reality-merging fiasco. And Andra couldn't help but wonder what on earth their motive could be. Maybe they thought it'd be a hoot to play a little game of cosmic tag with the hunters, or perhaps they were just clueless about the whole "how to control your reality-merging spell" thing. Either way, Andra was seriously considering adding "witch-slapper" to her résumé. Who wants to deal with Dean Winchester and his charming yet infuriating self? Okay, fine, she may still be a tad miffed about how he treated Magnus, but that's beside the point.

As she sat there, bathed in the fading light, her mind drifted to thoughts of Dean – his piercing green eyes and that undeniable bravery. But hey, who could blame her? The guy was like a walking, talking action hero. Shaking off her thoughts, she realized it was high time to escape the confines of the library and do something – anything – that didn't involve the words "supernatural" or "worlds colliding."

Grabbing her phone to shoot Addy a quick text before dashing out the door and hitting the streets of New York. First stop? Her go-to coffee shop, where she exchanged pleasantries with the friendly werewolf behind the counter – because, you know, that's just New York for you. After a little chitchat and a caffeine fix, she strolled on, letting the city's energy wash over her.

As she meandered through the bustling streets, a bookstore caught her eye, and not because of some catchy title, but because of the two mysterious figures standing next to an old-school Impala in the window. "Supernatural," the sign read. Intrigued, she sauntered into the store and promptly purchased the book. Who could resist a little mystery and a touch of the supernatural, especially when it seemed to mirror the chaos of her own reality?

Back at the institute and finally settling into her room, eager to dive into the mysterious book she had just snagged. As she cracked it open, it didn't take long for her to realize that this wasn't your run-of-the-mill read – no, this was about the lives of Sam and Dean. Cue the Twilight Zone music. It was like stumbling upon a cosmic conspiracy right there in the pages of a book.

She devoured the book in record time, her mind now buzzing with questions and curiosity. Was it really about Sam and Dean's life, or was this just one mind-bending coincidence? It was like the universe was playing a cosmic game of charades, and she was left trying to figure out the rules. But one thing was for sure – this was no ordinary book, and it held the key to a mystery that was begging to be unraveled.

Andra, fueled by a heady mix of curiosity and bewilderment, set off in search of a fellow seeker of truth. It wasn't long before she stumbled upon Clary, and without skipping a beat, she thrust the enigmatic book into her friend's hands.

"Hey, you've got to see this. Is this some kind of cosmic coincidence, or are we on the verge of uncovering something seriously mind-blowing?" Andra's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty as she waited for Clary's reaction to the perplexing discovery.

Clary furrowed her brows as she scanned the back of the book before delving into the first few pages. Moments later, she looked up, a mix of confusion and fascination dancing in her eyes.

"I don't think it's a coincidence," she mused, her words tinged with intrigue.

Andra nodded fervently in agreement. "Exactly! I mean, the same names, the whole shebang."

"It's... Interesting. But I don't understand why they need salt and holy water," Clary pondered out loud.

Andra, ever the eager investigator, chimed in, "Read on. It actually explains further." And with that, the two delved deeper into the mysterious pages, eager to uncover the secrets that lay within.

After a few hours Clary spoke up. "Did that really happen to their mother?"

Andra, lounging on her bed reading the second book that she had gone out to purchase, glanced up. "I don't know. I really hope not. If so I can't imagine." In the book it described Sam and Dean's mother being nailed by an invisible force on the ceiling before she burst into flames, above a six month old Sam, In his nursery. Dean had been four. Having lost people herself, she couldn't imagine.

"Those new demons," Clary said. "Has the same abilities that's described in the books."

"Yeah. And if the demons abilities are true, then..." Then maybe everything that happens in the books actually did happen to the Winchesters.

Andra's fascination with the Winchesters and their otherworldly exploits only grew as she delved into the pages of "Supernatural." Five books in, she found herself using them as a guide, meticulously cataloging the creatures that Sam and Dean had encountered and the surefire ways to take them down. She even went the extra mile, distributing these invaluable resources to everyone within arm's reach. Jace, ever the proactive, had even reached out to other institutes, sharing the wealth of knowledge they had unearthed.

As the weeks passed, Andra's disappointment grew when the last pages of the books left her hanging with Dean's descent into hell. It just didn't add up – especially since both Sam and Dean were still very much alive and kicking. It couldn't just be a coincidence. The eerie accuracy of the books in describing the new supernatural foes they were facing in reality only added to the mystery. And then there was the burning question of how Dean had clawed his way back from the fiery depths of hell itself.

She couldn't deny her surprise at Dean's unwavering loyalty to his brother. For a man who exuded roughness and judgment, his sacrifice for his brother's sake was nothing short of astounding. The revelation that selling one's soul to a demon in exchange for a wish was a real possibility was a chilling realization that seeped into her consciousness. The lines between their realities were blurring, and Andra found herself caught in a web of intrigue and uncertainty, desperate to unravel the enigma that lay before her.

After training, Andra headed towards her room to shower, when Addy caught up to her. "I think we should go to Los Angeles for a while."

Andra stopped, eyeing her parabatai. "Addy, if you want to see Mark, you don't have to -"

"No, no. I mean, yeah, of course I want to see him. But no. I just know that everyone cheers you up. And you need a break."

"Addy -"

"No. You do. I feel, parabatai, remember?"

Andra thought on it. It had been a while since she visited her friends at the Los Angeles institute, and being around some fae wouldn't hurt. "Okay. But if you start making out with your boyfriend's, I'm out."

Addy snorted. "We won't!" She grinned. "Christina is visiting too."

"Oh calm down. People is going to think you're madly in love with two guys and a woman." Andra smirked mischievously.

Addy was talking nonstop now.

...

Andra grinned as she made her way through the bustling streets of Los Angeles, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. She was on her way to meet Mark Blackthorn, her friend and confidant, at a cozy little café they both loved. As she pushed open the door, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries enveloped her, and she spotted Mark sitting at their usual table, his hair catching the sunlight streaming through the window.

"Mark!" Andra called out, weaving through the tables to reach him. "You're early for once!"

Mark looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I just couldn't wait to see you, Andra. Plus, I wanted to beat you at our usual game of who arrives first."

Andra laughed, sliding into the seat across from him. "You know I let you win, right?"

Mark chuckled, his laughter warm and genuine. "Of course, I always knew that. But don't tell anyone, let's keep the illusion alive."

They spent the next few hours chatting and reminiscing about their past adventures, the easy banter flowing effortlessly between them. Andra felt a sense of belonging with Mark that she rarely found with anyone else, even with her own parabatai. And that's why she knew Addy suggested that on coming to Los Angeles for a few days. And why she darted off so quickly to go catch up with Christina. He understood her in a way that few others did, and she cherished their friendship more than anything.

Andra smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude for having Mark in her life. With him by her side, she knew they could accomplish anything. As they left the café, their laughter mingled with the bustling city sounds, and Andra felt a sense of hope for the future, knowing that she had a friend like Mark to share the journey with.

Andra glanced at Mark, realizing that she needed to confide in him about something that had been weighing heavily on her heart. "Mark, there's something I need to talk to you about," she began, her voice hesitant.

Mark's gaze softened, and he nodded encouragingly. "Of course, Andra. You can tell me anything."

Taking a deep breath, Andra gathered her thoughts before speaking. "It's about Magnus. I've been feeling things for him, things that I never expected to feel for anyone, for years. I know it's complicated because of our different worlds, but I can't shake these feelings."

Mark listened attentively, his expression thoughtful. "Andra, love knows no boundaries, especially not the boundaries of different worlds. Magnus is a remarkable person, and if you feel something for him, it's worth exploring. Don't let fear or uncertainty hold you back."

"But, the thing is, Magnus loves Alec, and Alec is my big brother. So, thinking maybe it's best to just continue to ignore what I feel." her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions.

His compassionate gaze met hers, understanding flickering in his eyes. "Andra, it's okay to acknowledge your feelings, even if they seem complicated. Love doesn't always fit neatly into the expectations of others, and it's not something you can simply ignore."

As she paused to remove her color contacts, he observed her with a gentle, supportive presence. He knew the significance of this small action, the relief it brought her.

"Sometimes, the most difficult emotions are the ones we try to bury deep within ourselves," he offered softly.

Andra nodded, the vulnerability of her inner turmoil laid bare. "I know, Mark. It's just... seeing Magnus and Alec together, knowing that Alec is like a brother to me, makes it all the more complicated. I don't want to disrupt what they have."

He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Andra's shoulder. "Your concern for Alec and Magnus is admirable, but that doesn't mean you should deny yourself the chance to explore your own feelings. Love is a complex tapestry, and sometimes the threads lead us down unexpected paths."

She let out a deep sigh, leaning into Mark's comforting touch. "Thank you, Mark. I appreciate your understanding. It's hard to make sense of it all, but I'm grateful to have your support."

Andra felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she poured out her feelings. As they continued their walk, Andra felt a sense of relief at having shared her innermost thoughts with her dear friend.