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"You know, I never realized the bunker would have a ceiling," I mentioned offhand as we made twists and turns through a maze of hallways.

With an odd snort, "why wouldn't it have ceilings?" Sam, I mean Jared asked.

"Well, I mean how else do they get the camera crew and lights and stuff perfect."

Jens..Dea…oh hell nutbag 1 sighed in frustration. "That's because there are no camera crews. We aren't actors and this ain't a set." We continued walking through what felt like miles of similar halls, my bare feet cold upon the concrete floor.

"So you really don't remember anything that got you here?" nutbag 2 questioned.

I gave a small shiver, "nope. Like I said I was home in bed last I remember. And I think I would know if I had teleportation powers."

We finally entered the main area and it was just as I remembered it from the series. A long table stood in the center of the room piled high with books and scrolls, green library desk lamps dimly lit their view. Bookcases lined the walls and still no camera to be found.

"So the bunker is real. Maybe not a set but that still doesn't prov…Ahhhh! What the fuck?!" A whole freaking human materialized out of thin air. No warning, nothing. Next second there is a man standing directly before me. I jumped back and because of the natural born klutz that I am, fell right on my ass. Hard. There was a flurry of activity as nutbag 1 and 2 rushed to my side and kneeled next to me. But I couldn't look at them. Castiel, freaking Angel of the Lord stood towering over me. Since when was Misha Collins so tall?

"I am sorry if my presence startled you. I am Castiel," he said with his gravelly voice.

My brain seemed to be malfunctioning. A person appeared, popped into existence right before my eyes. Maybe these guys weren't the crazy ones, maybe I was.

"I get it now!" realization suddenly dawning on me. "I'm dreaming. This is a dream. How could I be so stupid?" An unladylike snort came out followed by hysterical laughter. Yes, maybe I had lost my mind after all.

I didn't even see "Sam" move beside me so the pinch caught me completely off guard. "Ow asshole," and yet another realization hit. "That hurt. I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Dean looked at me with almost pity, "no sweetheart, this isn't a dream or show or set. Welcome to reality."

I don't know how long I sat there on the floor. It could have been minutes or hours. 'This just can't be real. It's like every fantasy come true. Shit like this doesn't happen in real life, in my life,' I thought to myself. So it was no wonder that I didn't notice Dean slowly leaning in towards me, sniffing the air.

"Dean!" Sam snapped.

Dean drew back immediately, contrite. "Wha? I can't help it. I'm trying my damnedest here."

"Is this about me smelling again?" I gave another cautionary whiff to my shoulder. "I don't smell anything other than this shirt, apples and sunshine and yum. I promise I don't smell. And side note, your laundry detergent smells awesome, I need some of this." How odd, I thought, I am sitting on the floor of the bunker talking to Sam, Dean, and Castiel about laundry detergent. Who would have thought this day would come?

"Let's get you up," Sam said standing holding out a hand. Dean did the same on my right side. It was like electric shot through my right arm straight to my gut. I snatched my hands back as quickly as I could. "What the fuck was that?" I looked over my palms expecting burns but saw nothing. My eyes shot up to Dean's but he looked just as shocked as I was.

Sam looked between us confused, "Anyway, Sara, right? Let's pull out a chair and go over some details that you do know and we'll see if we can piece together a plan to get you home."

"Home?" I was still reeling from the shock to my system that I didn't comprehend anything he said. I gave my head a small shake and tried to focus back on the present. "Yes, home. I want to go home. But I called all the numbers I could think of, none of them worked."

Dean came back to his senses as well, "you said you're from Ohio. Cincinnati, right? That's about a days drive from here. We could head out in the morning and be there before dark. Surely there is somewhere there that you know."

The nerves I felt earlier came back with a rush. I couldn't get anyone on the phone and this all seemed to be real no matter how crazy my brain said it sounded. What if I was dropped in another reality and I'm the fake one here. What if I don't exist? My family and friends. What if they don't exist? And if I was reality hopping who brought me here? I knew angels had that power and Chuck could do as he pleases but why me?

Sam motioned for us to have a seat at the table as I began to get a bit shaky on my feet. The color had all but drained out of my face and the room began to spin. Before I was able to reach a chair the blackness started creeping around my eyes. The last thing I heard was Dean's voice, "Dammit!"