In case you ever wanted to read a story in which you meet Sam and Dean and go on an adventure with them – well, here it is.

Just imagine yourself as "you" in the story, and remember:

Y/N - your name

B/F/N - best friend's name

Enjoy!

"You've got to be kidding me," you grumbled to your best friend as you both exited your history class. "Annotate and analyze fifteen primary source documents? When are we even supposed to do all of that?"

"At two in the morning, apparently," B/F/N responded, swinging the other half of her backpack onto her shoulder. "Can we FaceTime and do it together? It'll go much quicker,"

"Yeah, definitely," you said, slightly absentmindedly, squeezing by the vast crowd of high schoolers coming up the stairs. You were halfway down the stairs when the suddenly you froze, whirling around to face B/F/N. "Do we have a chemistry test today?!"

"Yeah."

"I didn't study," you said faintly, feeling a sense of dread gather in your chest. "I didn't study. I completely forgot."

"Study during lunch," your friend suggested. "It's just a quiz. Not a major test."

"I already saved all of my chemistry homework for lunch," you said. "I'm so screwed."

"Don't worry about the quality of the homework, then. Just get it done," B/F/N said seriously, entering the cafeteria. You both weaved your way in between the tables, found an empty one, and set your backpacks down before proceeding to the line for food. "I can help you. We'll get it done."

"Thanks," you said gratefully, selecting a chicken fajita wrap and paying for it. You and B/F/N made your way back to your table, and you set your food aside to take out your homework before eating.

"How long did it take you to do the homework?" you asked while scribbling down an answer you were fairly sure was wrong.

"About half an hour," B/F/N admitted, "but I wasn't doing it very quickly. You could probably finish it in twenty then study for the last ten minutes."

You managed to write down three answers when one of the women who worked in the front office approached your table.

"Y/N?" the office lady asked, glancing at you. "You're wanted in the office."

"Alright," you said hesitantly, and once the office lady was retreating from your table you turned to B/F/N panickedly. "How am I going to finish the chemistry homework?!"

"I'll finish it for you," B/F/N promised. "Go!"

You ran your hands through you hair, shooting B/F/N a look that was both extremely appreciative and frantic, picked up your bag, then turned to go down to the office.
If you had any luck, it would be your mom coming in to take you out early, unexpectedly. She did that often with doctor's appointments to surprise you. Unfortunately, though, that was more so back in middle school and not as of late, since your homework load as a sophomore meant that you couldn't miss school that much - especially chemistry.

But if it wasn't your mom coming to pick you up, you weren't quite sure why you were needed in the office. You weren't in trouble - that you were sure of.

You entered the front office. There were several people already in there. A senior girl was signing herself out early, swinging her keys loudly in her fist. One of the science teachers was talking animatedly to the secretary, his hands waving about his head. Two attractive young men wearing professional suits were sitting quietly in the chairs by the window, and the principal was making his way through the back of the office, nodding his head and smiling to everyone that he passed.

"Hello," you said to the secretary once the science teacher had moved aside. "Um, I was called down here…?"

"Yes," the secretary said warily, looking rather solemn. "There are two FBI agents here. They want to talk to you."

"What?" you said, not quite processing. "FBI? Why? I haven't done anything - I don't think-"

"They said that it wasn't a huge deal. They just needed to ask you a couple questions," the secretary said quietly, nodding her head towards the two men sitting in the chairs in the corner of the room. They noticed you and her looking at them and stood up, smoothing their suit jackets.

"Hello. Y/N?" the taller one said, and he was very tall; he towered over everyone else in the room. Though his stature was intimidating, his voice was gentle, and he waited for your answer patiently. You nodded, feeling your cheeks warm slightly.

"Is there an empty office, or classroom that we could take for the moment?" the shorter FBI agent asked - but though he was "shorter" he was still tall as well. He stood at ease, appearing very comfortable in the environment. The secretary nodded and pointed to an office behind the front desk.

"Thank you, ma'am," the shorter FBI agent said, and he led them forward. "Nothing to worry about, Y/N, just need to have a quick talk about something confidential." He shut the door behind them and the sound of the office was abruptly cut off - without the low murmur of voice and the printer whirring, it was eerily quiet.

Thoughts were flying like a freight train through your mind, yet no rational reason came to mind for why FBI agents would want to speak to you. You had almost forgotten about the chemistry homework and quiz; now, all you cared about was exactly how red your cheeks were, and if these two young men had noticed. You could feel your hands shaking slightly, and you tucked them into one another, feeling the sweat slick in between your fingers.

The taller agent pulled out a chair for you and made his way to another chair by the other agent.

"Sorry that we had to pull you out of lunch," the taller one began apologetically. "I'm Agent Price and this is my partner, Agent Arnold."

Agent Arnold, the shorter one, shot a disgruntled look at Agent Price but you hardly noticed since you could nearly feel the blood in your veins pumping wildly against the inside of your skin.

"Alright, so this is going to seem a very odd question, but you'll have to bear with us," Agent Arnold said. "During the past couple of months, has anyone tried to… recruit you?"

You paused, frowning slightly. "Sorry?"

Agent Price leaned in. "What he means is, have any people come up to you, asking you to come with them? Or maybe even fight with them?"

You laugh out of nervousness, and as soon as you do you feel incredibly awkward for having done so. "I don't think so. I mean, my teacher tried to get me to join math team, if that's what you mean… but I don't recall - I mean, I haven't - I didn't - no one tried to, um… recruit me - I mean - not that I'm… aware of, um -" You're babbling now, and you finally just stop talking out of intense embarrassment. Your face feels so hot that you're sure there's no way the two agents haven't noticed.

"They haven't found her yet," Agent Arnold muttered into Agent Price's ear quickly, and you half-smiled to apologize for how awkward you are, but they don't seem to be paying much attention now. They stood up and moved to the back of the room and began murmuring quickly at each other as though you weren't there, so instead you sat there quietly waiting to be dismissed.

"They'll find her any day now," Agent Arnold said in a low voice. "We can't just leave her here."

"So what are we supposed to do? Just take her away from her life?" Agent Price demanded, running his left hand over his mouth almost nervously.

"Look, Cas told us she was here, and she's our last chance-"

"She's a sophomore! She has a life!"

"You think I don't know that?!"
"I think that you're ignoring that, Dean. It doesn't matter if she's the key to winning this, because she's still human, and she's a kid-"

Agent Arnold put his hand in the air. "Look. If we don't act, then Crowley or some other dickbag will, and they're not going to wait for her consent. What would you rather for her? Us or them?"

Agent Price didn't answer, but instead tilted the corner of his mouth as though in defeat.

You sat there, hearing every word but not quite understanding. This probably had something to do with an academic camp, or something of the sort; your dad always liked it when you signed up for those types of things. At least, that was what you reasoned with yourself - but there seemed no plausible explanation for why it would be FBI agents.

Agent Price turned to you. "Y/N, we obviously can't force you to come with us, but you're not safe here. And… you're important. Really important, and I can't explain it now, but let's just say the bad guys - the ones who are putting you in danger - they know it too. Come with us, and we can keep you safe."

There was a pregnant pause in the room. You smiled again out of sheer anxiety for what was happening.

"You're… you're kidding, right?" you asked, a chuckle escaping your lips. "This is… a metaphor? Or a joke of some sort?"

"No, this is real life," Agent Arnold said, pursing his lips. "You're going to get hurt if you stay here. Hell, your whole family will probably get hurt. You need to come with us. We'll protect you."

"What? But, um… I'm sorry. I've got school, and classes, and grades to keep up," you said, your voice sounding slightly hysterical. "I don't even know you!"

"Look, we know that, too," Agent Price said, almost sounding desperate. "But Y/N, there's a fight coming - a war - between the bad guys and us, and we need you."

"Need me? What… what for?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly out of fear.

"You've got something special," Agent Arnold said. "We can't explain it in here, but you've got to trust us when we say that not only will the bad guys hurt you if you stay here, but you're also vital to the fate of…well, humanity as you know it."

"Why would I… go with you? I mean - sorry, that sounded rude," you said, struggling for words. "I mean… why should I… well…. Trust you?"

"Because it's our job to help people," Agent Arnold said. "Here, I'll tell you a bit about us. We're not actually FBI agents."

"Dean!" his partner said, giving him a look.

"We just needed to talk to you, and anyone will let you doing anything if you've got a fed badge," he continued. "My name's Dean Winchester. This is my brother, Sam Winchester."

"Brother," you repeated. "But… this isn't going to make me trust… why would you lie about being FBI agents?!"
"We're brothers, and we were raised to fight the bad guys and help people. That's why you should trust us. It's our job," the taller one - Sam - cut in. "I know that isn't much of an offer, and I know that trusting us doesn't seem like a good idea at the moment. But your life, and the lives of the people you love? They depend on whether or not you place your trust in us."

You paused, shaking your head slightly. "I'm so sorry. I… can't. May I… go back to class?"

Dean exchanged a look with his brother. "Yeah, go ahead. But here," he said, scribbling his number onto a paper and sliding it across to you. "Call us the instant you change your mind, or the moment some other people that are less friendly start trying to recruit you."

You nod, standing and throwing your backpack over your shoulder again. A quick glance at the clock tells you that chemistry is halfway through, and you wince internally. There's no way that you'll pass that quiz.

"Thank you for the offer," you said politely, shaking both Sam and Dean's hands, before vacating the room with a last glance at the two young men. They didn't notice; their heads were already bent towards each other as though deep in conversation.