Oh look, another fanfic. So basically I want to clear se things up before we even start.

I'm Fox.

This story will probably suck because I haven't edited it yet and so I'm sorry about all the typos that are bound to be in here.

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This will be multichap, but probably not much longer than 5 chapters.

I'll try and update frequently, but school starts up again soon, so it may be like a week between updates. I'll try and make a schedule. Maybe I'll always update at least one chapter by Sunday? I don't know, I'll get back to you on that.

Okay, now for the story!

I smiled as I clicked off my lamp then slid into bed. I propped up my pillow and leaned back, grabbing my laptop and cracking it open. I popped my earbuds into my ears, then hit play and was immediately greeted by the sound of the song 'Carry on My Wayward Son' by Kansas. I smiled as the words The Road So Far appeared on the screen, and I was lost in yet another episode of Supernatural.

I marathoned for a good six hours. After 8 episodes, I looked up to see it was 3 am. my eyes had started to grow heavy, but I clicked play on yet another episode. I had already watched this episode, but I was re watching all the episodes in anticipation of the season 10 release. I was super pumped, and I wanted to re watch the whole series. I had done the same thing for season 8 and season 7, and I figured it had become a tradition.

I was making progress on season 8 when I figured I should probably get to bed. My back had started to ache, and I had to be up early the next day, my mom was forcing me to go back-to-school shopping for things like notebooks and pencils.

I groaned when I thought about going back to school. I hated having to deal with people, except for my friends. Most days, I wished I could just disappear. Better yet, I wished I could melt away into the world where demons and monsters exist, but so do people like Sam and Dean, people who hunt down and kill the things that go bump in the night.

I sighed, then gave myself a reality check. I was a sixteen year old girl who lived in suburban Virginia, and no amount of wishing would get me any further than a mental hospital.

I checked my tumblr for any messages, then closed the laptop, plugging it in. I closed my eyes, and within ten minutes, I was lost to the waking world.

It felt like I had only been sleeping for a moment when I woke up on a bench in a sunny park. I jerked up, looking around. Where was I? I looked down to see I was still in the green tanktop and black shorts I had fallen asleep in. I looked up again and realized I recognized this park, I had seen it somewhere. I stood up, and felt the grass through my bare toes. I walked around, trying hard to remember where I had seen this place before.

I looked across the park to see a man walking with a pretty woman. He was saying something to her, when he buckled over. The woman screamed, and I rushed over to see that his heart had literally lept out of his chest. Suddenly, everything hit me like a train. I recognized this park, because I had seen it last night. This was the episode I had left off on, season 8 episode 8. I had watched the first ten minutes, but had been too tired to continue.

I pinched my arm, hard. This must be a dream. I had been sleeping, and I must have just not woken up. I had some really graphic dreams last week, maybe this was just another dream. There was no other explanation.

I walked back to the bench and sat down, putting my head in my hands. This was just a dream, I told my self over and over. I would wake up safe and sound in my bed, in my normal, boring life.

A breeze blew in, and I shivered, remembering that I was in my pajamas still. Never before had I been so glad I slept in a bra.

If this was a dream, maybe dream world rules applied. A few months prior, I had read an article about lucid dreaming. It had said that there were strategies to know if you were dreaming. One of them was to look at your hands and see if you had five fingers on each hand. I held my arms out and examined my fingers. All of them were there. I frowned. If I had remembered correctly, the next strategy was to find a clock. If I looked at it, then looked back, the times should be completely different.

I looked over towards the road and saw a shopping center, and in the middle, I saw a clock tower. I looked at the clock, and it read 11:27. I turned my head, then looked agin. Still 11:27. I blinked. No change.

I wasn't dreaming.

This was real.

I looked around again, breathing in fresh air. I was in the Supernatural Universe. Then, a thought occurred to me. Here, there were angels. Specifically, Castiel. I could try and pray to him. He probably wouldn't come, from what I remember, right now he's with Sam and Dean, deciding to be a hunter. But what if I could reach out to him? What if I could tell him what has happened? Maybe he could send me home. In season six, Balthazar had done something similar with Sam and Dean.

So I closed my eyes, and started to pray. "Castiel?" I thought. "You don't know me, my name is Annie, and I know all about you. I'm not from this universe, and I need help. I know you probably aren't listening, but incase you are, I can prove I know things. I know things like how right now, you're probably with the Winchesters, you're telling them how you want to be a hunter. They're laughing. I know about leviathans, I know about Dean going to purgatory. I know how both he and Sam have died multiple times. I know you secretly love Dean, no matter how much you refuse to admit it. So please, just get your winged ass down here! I'm begging you!" I opened my eyes. I let out a breath, then turned around. No Castiel. I knew it wouldn't happen.

I was about to walk back towards the bench when I heard a whoosh behind me. I whirled around to see a trench coat-clad angel, brandishing his angel blade. "Who are you, and how do you know those things," he says, his voice even.

My eyes widen. It worked, I had gotten through to him. Then, the realization that one of my favorite fictional characters was standing in front of me hit me. My mind went blank, I forgot how to talk. I just reached out my hand to touch his coat.

"You're here," I manage to say. "You're real!"

"What are you talking about? What are you?" Cas looked at me, his beautiful blue eyes unwavering.

"I-" I wasn't sure what to say. "I need help,

please, listen to me," I begged.

"What are you?" He repeated.

"I'm just a girl!" I said. "Admittedly, I'm supposed to be in another state in another universe, but I'm nothing special! I'm just human!"

Castiel continued to stare at me. "How did you get here?" He asked.

"I don't know! I just woke up here!" I shouted, frustrated.

"Well, what do you expect me to do about this?" Castiel asked, lowering his weapon.

"I don't know!" I yelled again.

"How did you know those things you said earlier?" Castiel asked.

"In my universe," I said. "This world is a TV show, following Sam and Dean. It's currently 9 seasons long, and today is an episode in the eighth season. I was watching it before I fell asleep."

"A TV show?" Castiel asked.

"That I've watched over and over," I laughed.

"So you know what happens in this episode?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I was about to speak, but then Doctor Who popped into my mind. I can't tell him, it might mess something up. "I do," I said. "But I can't tell you, might mess something up." Castiel nodded. A thought popped into my head. "Cas, could I see Sam and Dean?"

Cas looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would I take you to them?" He asked.

"I just- I want to talk to them, something similar happened to them. About two years ago? Balthazar sent them to another universe."

Cas thought for a moment, then put his hand on my shoulder. I blinked, and we were standing beside a long black car. My eyes widened, and I sucked in a breath. I reached out to touch the side of- could it be? The Impala was in front of me, in all her beautiful glory.

"Cas?" I heard a voice from behind me, and I whirled around to see Dean. "Who the hell is this?"

I let out a squeak, and pinched my arm one more time.

"This is Annie, she's from another universe," Castiel explains.

"So why is she here?"

"I know everything about you," I say, blushing.

"What?" Dean asked, his brow furrowing.

"Remember two years ago? When Balthazar sent you to where your lives were a TV show?" I tried.

Dean paused for a moment, ten replied with a short yes.

"That's where I'm from," I spoke slowly. "I have watched every episode of the series, and I know you and Sam like I've lived with you my whole life."

"I don't believe you," Dean said, raising an eyebrow.

"You love that car more than anything in the world, you think that Ben Braedon is actually your child, you would eat nothing but pie if the oppurtunity presented itself, you've been to hell and back, went to purgatory, made a deal with a vampire, and have a massive crush on Ca-"

"Enough!" Dean's face turned red. "Okay, so maybe you know me."

"Know you? I run a blog about you," I said, then clamped my hand over my mouth.

"You what?" Dean asked.

"It's a fandom blog?" I manage to squeak out. Then, Sam happened to stroll over.

"Who's the kid?" He asked, looking me over.

"Long story," I say. "Alternate universe, I know about your life."

Sam wrinkled his nose in confusion. "Huh?"

"I'll tell you more later," I sighed, I didn't want to have to repeat myself for the third time.

Dean turned to Castiel, who stood beside me. "Why did you bring her here?" He asked, gesturing towards me.

"She asked to see you," Castiel responded.

"Why us?" Sam asked. I blushed yet again.

"You three are my favorite fictional characters..." I said, looking down at my still-bare feet.

"Fictional?" Sam asked.

"Your lives are a 9-season TV show where I'm from," I supplied. Then a thought came to mind. "Sam, I don't know if you'll know about this for a few days, but I was just in a town where a man's heart lept out of his chest. Literally. You guys are supposed to take the job either tomorrow or the day after."

Sam looked at me like I was crazy. "What?"

"I've seen this episode before. I know what's going to happen, but I can't really tell you, or I might royally fuck something up." I said.

At the sound of me swearing, both Sam and Dean exchanged a look. "How old are you again?" Sam asked.

"I'm sixteen," I said, rolling my eyes. "I can't believe you two are such nuns.

"You look younger than that," Sam said.

"It's because I'm short, isn't it," I groaned. "I blame genetics."

Sam actually laughed a little bit. "So what do you expect us to do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know," I replied. "It's just, you two always seem to have the answers, I figured you two might know what to do." I felt my face heat up. I sounded like an idiot. An obsessive idiot. I cringe when I remember Becky, the crazed Supernatural fangirl who tried to get Sam to marry her. They probably thiught I was just another Becky, a crazed fangirl obsessed with people who she didn't think existed. "I'm sorry, this all must be really weird for you two," I said, backing away slowly.

"Wait," Dean said. "You came here looking for help, right? Well, that's our specialty. Helping people. And you know what's going to happen in our future?"

"For almost two years," I confirmed.

"Then stay. We can try and find you a way back home, and you can help us out, keep us on the right track." Dean paused, waiting for anyone to object. No one did. Then, he turned back to me. "So, what happens next? Where does this uh, episode take us?"

I pause, then look over at Cas. "Should I tell them? I don't think you three find out about the incident for a day or two."

"I would advise against it," Castiel stated. "A few days could change plenty things." I nodded. If we went so much as a few hours early, everything could be out of whack. People wouldn't be where they were supposed to be, we might meet comepletely different people, we might get comepletely different information. It could seriously affect the case. Not to mention, if we were early, we may prevent deaths, but that means some people who should be dead wouldn't be, and that's never a good thing.

"Well, looks like we're not going anywhere for a few days," I said. It was then that I remembered I was still in my pajamas. "Would it be too much to ask for some cash so I can buy some clothes? I woke up on a park bench in my pajamas and I would really like to put some pants on," I asked.

And so, twenty minutes later, I hopped out of the impala, and walked into a shopping mall,$300 in hand. As I walked from store to store, people have me strange looks. I couldn't blame them though, I wasn't even wearing shoes.

After two hours, I had gotten myself two pairs of pants, a pair of shorts, five shirts, a pair of converse, undergarments, socks, and a bag to carry it all in.

I walked out into the parking lot to see the Impala, parked and waiting, about forty feet from me. I still felt a little rush of joy every time it saw it. It was just another reminder that this was real. I was awake, alive, and walking toward a black 1967 Chevy impala, with two brothers and an assload of weapons resting inside. I almost burst out in giddy laughter, but I caught myself.

I opened the door to the backseat, then slid in, dropping my bag on the floor. "I'm back," I said.

"What took you so long?" Dean grumbled.

"I'm a teenage girl, I was in my happy place. You can't rush a girl in her happy place, it's like telling Picasso to just 'hurry up and paint something already'."

"Shopping isn't an art," Sam interjected

"And painting isn't a pastime?" I countered.

"Touché," Sam responded.

"I'm hungry," I stated after a few moments of silence. "Can we get something to eat?"

Dean grunted. "I'm not your chauffeur!"

"We can get pie," I suggested.

"Fine," He grumbled, then turned on the radio. The sound of a guitar filled the Impala, and at first I didn't recognize the song, until I heard a man start to sing.

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion," the man sang. I sucked in a breath. It couldn't be. "Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion." He continued to sing.

"I hate this song," Sam groaned. He changed the station, and I let out a squeak.

"Did you just- you- but!" I couldn't form a sentence.

"What?" Sam asked. "Do you like that song?"

I regained control of my mouth. "That's Carry on my Wayward Son!" I blurted out.

"So?" Sam turned around to look at me.

"But that's the finale song!" I felt like tearing my hair out.

"Finale for what?" He arched his brow.

"For you guys! The season finales, they always play that song during the recap!" I shouted.

"Season finales? Are you talking about the TV show in your universe?"

"What other TV show would I be talking about?" I say. "That song is like the unofficial theme song of Supernatural! Every fan knows it like the back of their hand!"

"Really?" Sam made a face. "That's weird. I usually only hear that song about once a year. What happened on each season finale?"

"Season one was when you guys fought Azazel the first time and got hit by a truck," I begin. "Season two is when the gates of hell open, the season three is when Dean goes to hell. Season four is when Lucifer rises, then season 5 is when you and Adam get sent to hell. After that, season six is when the leviathans possess Cas, and season seven is when Dean goes to purgatory."

"So basically, mid-May?" Sam asked.

I nodded. "The next season usually starts in either late September or early October."

Sam looked legitimately confused. "That's usually when I hear that song..." He trailed off.

I laughed a little bit. "I guess our universes are more alike than I had thought."

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