I turned off the TV and DVD player after watching a few episodes of Supernatural.

"God, I wish it was real," I mumbled, crawling into bed. "I've give anything to exist in that world."

I yawned and closed my eyes, replaying the episode I'd just watched in my head.

It wasn't long until I fell into a deep sleep and the night sped past.

"I don't know, I have tried but she won't wake up . . .yes, of course she is alive, Dean . . ."

I stirred at the deep, gravely voice, coming from above me, and a female voice followed.

"She's waking up, Dean, we'll be with you in a second . . .okay," she said and hung up. "They're still at the cabin."

"Have we got time to collect some honey?"

"No," the female sighed, ans she scooped me up just as I opened my eyes.

Everything went from being bright and sunny to being dull and enclosed.

I looked around to recognise the design of a cabin and my eyes slowly focused of the men knelt beside me.

"Oh my god!" I cried out and jumped up; both men jumped back.

"Jensen and Jared." I spun the other way. "Misha!"

"Excuse me?" He frowned.

"What are you on about?" Dean asked. "What's your name?"

"My name? It's Sherrie, and you, you're Jensen Ackles."

"No, I'm Dean Winchester."

"Yeah, on the show, but you're really Jensen, and he's really Jared, in real life."

"Well done Meg, you brought us a nutter."

"Don't blame me, blame your boyfriend, he's the one that found her."

"We are really Sam and Dean," Sam corrected me. "This is real life."

"No, this is Supernatural, a TV show," I argued and pulled out my pulled out my phone. "Look."

I typed Supernatural into the search engine but there was no result; I stared at my phone, utterly confused.

"But . . .I was watching you guys on TV before I went to bed. You and Misha were looking for Jared."

"What's with the names? Misha? Jensen? What goes on in your head?"

"It's not in my head!" I shouted at Dean. "How did I get here, anyway? I fell asleep in a bed and woken up in a . . .park or wherever, and now I'm here. So, how did I get here?"

"I brought you here," Cas answered.

"No, you can't do that. I mean, Castiel can cause he's an angel but you're human so you can't."

"I don't know what's happened or what's going on here but this is real life, not this other world you claim to come from," Sam trued to settle me.

"I can prove it. Dean, you've been to hell and you've been a vampire. While you were Lisa and Ben. You've been ripped to pieced by hellhounds and . . .and you have an anti-possession tattoo. Like this."

I pulled my top down and showed them, then looked at Sam.

"You have one too. You also went to college and had a girlfriend called Jess. You slept with a werewolf and had to watch, err . . .Dean die more times than I can remember, when you had that problem with the mystery spot."

"How the hell do you know all that?" Dean charged toward me and I back up against the cabin wall.

"Dean!" Castiel said in a warning voice.

"How can you not believe me? You've been to my world or whatever. Sam is . . .was Jared and he was married to Ruby and Misha got killed, I meant Cas."

"She's right, Dean."

"How do we know you're not a demon or a leviathan? Hell Sam, she could be a wendigo for all we know."

"She isn't a demon or a leviathan, not even a wendigo; she is human," Cas said.

"Do the tests," I held out my arms.

"What tests?" Dean asked, cautious.

"Salt, iron, holy water, silver."

I pulled up my sleeves and Dean let out a "whoa."

"Keep your comments to yourself and just do the damn tests."

"Wow Dean, she sounds like you."

"I guess I've been watching the show too long."

"Here." I was handed to glasses of water.

"Holy water?" I held up the right and Dean nodded.

I swigged it down and smiled, smug. The other glass, I gagged after sipping it, making Dean's eyes harden into a glare.

"What? You expect me to like the taste of salt water?"

Dean ignored the comment and raised the silver knife, a little hesitant.

"Oh lord, give me the damn thing." I snatched it off him and cut my arm, making them all wince.

"You shouldn't want to do that to yourself," Cas said, his voice pained.

"I had to show them, now iron me," I said.

"Sure, let me just get the ironing board," Dean said, dripping with sarcasm.

"Typical Dean," I laughed.

"Don't act like you know us," he scowled and pressed the iron bar against my arm.

"Holy shit, that's cold! Wanna give me some warning next time!" I shouted, rubbing my arm.

"What do we do now?" Sam asked.

"We find a way to get her home."

"Gee, you're a lot nicer on TV," I pouted.

"What did you say the programme was called?" Castiel asked me.

When I answered, "Supernatural," he gave me a smile which made my stomach flutter and said,

"Welcome to Supernatural."