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You were in your bathroom and the next thing you know, you're in a cheap hotel room and there are two male figures there. At first you didn't recognize them, and then you did, and then you're not sure if this is a dream or not because Sam and Dean Winchester are staring at you like deer in the headlights, and you're just standing there in your Grumpy the Dwarf pajama shorts and a black tank top, you feel so exposed just standing there with your towel and toothbrush.

"This has got to be a fucking dream." You blurt out.

Dean snorts, "I'll say." He says, standing up from the bed, where he was cleaning his guns.

Sam stands up too; he was at the table on his laptop, as you assumed he would be during the boys' down time.

See the thing is Sam and Dean Winchester are not strangers in your life. You have been a devoted fan since 2005, you've been with them through the yellow-eyed demon, Dean back from hell, Sam's demon blood addiction, ehehe even Dick Roman, and you've been through it all with them and a billion other people. You always assumed their life was fiction; they even broke the fourth wall when they did the French Mistake. And here they are, standing right in front of you and man, are they tall, especially Sam, he's hella tall.

"What the hell are were you doing in our bathroom?" Dean asks, pointing a blade, probably made of silver, at you. You ask yourself the same question, you look from Dean to Sam, who looks just as confused as you do, and back to Dean.

"I- I honestly have not fucking idea," you say, "too be honest, I thought I was in my bathroom… in my own house." You look down at your feet, your toe nails a bright red, you shuffle your feet a bit, and wish you had brought socks into your bathroom with you.

"Your house?" Sam questions, gosh, you thought Jared Padalecki was too much to hand just on the tube, but in real life, HOT DAMN! Sam Winchester is sex on a stick.

You try to act as cool as a cucumber but the butterflies in your stomach are bouncing around in your stomach, so instead you nod in silence.

"So you're saying you were home and now you're here?" Dean asks.

Jesus fucking Christ, your ovaries is this close to combusting. If Sam is sex on a stick, then Dean is like eating flaming hot Cheetos in a hundred degree weather.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying." You say, "um look I really don't know how I got here but… this is fucking awesome!"

The brothers look at each other, quizzical looks on their face, "Awesome?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm such a huge fan, not like Becky or anything, but like, wow." You say, you know you're embarrassing yourself but you can't stop what's happening.

"You okay?" Dean asks you. His deep, rugged voice, vibrating through your whole body, wow, you'd never thought this would happen, not in a million years.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." You say, "So… where am I?" You ask them.

The brothers look at each other again (they do this a lot), and back to you, "Sam." Dean says, staring at you.

Sam sighs and picks up your small body with arm, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder, "What the hell!" You say, and then you realize that Dean is tying your feet together, "Are you serious?" You ask him.

"Sorry but we're in a tight spot right now," Dean says, now facing you, look at him and he flashes you a dazzling smile, if he wasn't tying you up, the shiver down your spine wouldn't seem so messed up, "we can't take any chances, even if you are cute." He adds.

You sigh and let Sam place you gently in the chair they have prepared, Sam grabs another piece of rope and wraps it around your waist, connecting you to the chair. "Sorry about this." He whispers.

You try not to smile, "It's okay Sam." You say.

Sam looks at you with that quizzical look again, shakes his head and stands up straight, "How, how do you know who we are?" He asks you.

You're about to tell them, when Dean comes back and throws water from a flask on you, "Jesus H. Christ, really… oooh, you think I'm a demon." You say, feeling stupid, because you know this is their M.O. and you know that silver to the skin is next. And you're right because Dean produces the silver knife he had early and makes a small slice on your forearm, "Fuck, I'm not a skin walker or a werewolf either." You say, staring at blood, now running out of the cut.

"Dean, she's human."

"You forgot the Borax." You blurt out, you're now pissed.

"Borax?" The boys ask in unison.

"Yeah, in case I'm Leviathan." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Lewhat?" Dean asks.

"Did you guys get dropped on your head?" You ask them.

"Dean… she sounds like Bobby." Sam whispers to Dean.

"WILL ONE OF YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" You ask.

Dean covers your mouth, "Shut up." He hisses.

Sam watches, uncomfortably as this little scenario plays out.

"Look, we have got shit up to, here," Dean says waving his free hand above his head "we have Demons on us everywhere we go, you're human so that's safe to cross out, I don't know what a Levi-whatever thing is, but I've never heard of it so it doesn't exist."

"Dean, dad will be back any minute." Sam says.

"Wait, your dad is here?" You ask them.

"Ye- yes, but what does that have to do with you being here?" Dean asks you.

You stare at Dean, like, really stare at Dean, he looks younger than season eight Dean, and Sam, Sam's hair is short, like uncomfortably short.

"Oh my gosh, you're guys are babies." You say looking at Dean and Sam.

"Wha- what, I'm twenty-six years old." Dean says.

"Wait, what?" You say, shocking consuming your whole body, "What year Is it?" You ask them.

"2005," Sam says, "where are you from?" He asks you.

"American circa 2013." You say looking it at both of them, waiting for the realization to set in their faces.

Dean lets go of your face, "Shut the fuck up." There it is.

You can't help but chuckle, "Yeah I am surprisingly taking this way better than I thought," you say, not sure if it's to yourself or to them, "but I woke up today in the year 2013, and now I'm here in 2005 with you guys."

Dean snorts, "You got a name future girl?" he asks you.

"My name is Y/N," You say trying to relax in the uncomfortable chair.

"Can you please untie me?" You ask them.

The brothers once again look at each other.

"What's dad going to say?" Sam asks.

"We'll get to that when we get to that." Dean whispers back.

Just as your about to say something, you see two headlights shine throw the window next to the door, 'Shit,' you think to yourself. Papa Winchester is back and a cold sweat begins to form on your forehead. The brothers are willing to give you a chance but John Winchester is cold and hard and the only people he cares about are standing right in front of you. Dean can see the fear painted on your face, he begins to untie the rope around your waist. His is face incredibly close to yours, if only the circumstances were different. Sam has gone outside to go talk to his dad, probably distracting him to give Dean more time.

"Please don't let him hurt me." You say.

Dean looks at you with those meadow green eyes, "H-He won't," he says, loosening the rope around your waist, "I promise he won't hurt you." Dean begins to untie your feet.

You stand up and look at Dean, "You need to hit me." You tell him.

"What?" He asks.

"I need you to hit me as hard as you can," You say, "we'll tell your dad that I was in the other room with my boyfriend, you two heard us fighting and you guys came to rescue me." He looks extremely uncomfortable with the request, "Please, it's the only way he'll let me stay here, I have nowhere to go to." You beg him.

Dean sighs, you can both hear John talking to Sam, getting impatient, "Fuck, alright." He says.

You guys face each other, Dean looks at you, guilt in his eyes, before you know what's happening Dean leans in and kisses you on your cheek, "I'm really sorry about this." He whispers in your ear.

One minute you're standing, the next you're on the ground. Vision blurry, head ringing, Dean's rough hands are helping you up and probably propping you on the bed, "There you go Y/N," Dean says, steadying you as you're both on the bed. Your vision is getting back to normal and just in the knick of time because John and Sam open the motel door.

You look at John with your one good eye, because the other one is getting blurry and it's hard for you to focus on him with that one eye, "So this is what you didn't want me to see?" He asks his boys.

Sam looks at you and Dean, begging for answers with his eyes, "Dean, is Y/N okay… now?" He asks, thank god Sam Winchester knows how to play along in an awkward situation.

Dean wraps an arm around you, "Dad, this is Y/N, I don't know what Sam told you-"

"Sam didn't tell me anything except that I should be considerate and thoughtful and hear what you have to say." John says, dumping his bag on the floor.

He looks at you, the way people look at wounded animals on television, "And now I know why," he walks to you, you flinch just a little but John's not insulted, he's expecting something of this sort, he sits down on the bed with you and Dean, "my name is John Winchester, these are my boys Sam and Dean, I can assure you that you are now safe." He says, he brushes some hair away from your face.

He looks to Dean, "What happened?" He asks him.

Dean swallows hard, his arm is still wrapped around you, "Sam and I were here in the room when we heard the commotion next door, to make this short and sweet, we bust in and see her on the floor, the guy she was with was long gone, she's got nowhere to go." Dean says.

"Can she stay here Dad?" Sam pipes in.

John sighs, he looks from Dean to Sam (seriously they do this a lot) and back down to you, "You really have nowhere to go?" He asks you.

I nod your head but don't look at him, John sighs, "Alright, she can stay," you hear him say.

"Thanks Dad." Dean says, getting up from the bed.

"She's going to have to be trained, but after all of this is over." John says.

He turns to you, "We got a friend in South Dakota, his name's Bobby, he's sort you out." He says.

"Thank you." You say, your face beings to sting.

Dean walks to the door, "I'm gonna get you more ice." He says and then leaves.

This was two months ago, you think about that night almost every day while living with Bobby Singer, the grumpy yet sweet hunter you use to watch on television. Since then you've put a few things together: this reality is very much like yours its basically your French Mistake episode except you don't know how to get back to your reality, no matter how many times you attempt to you cannot tell the boys anything about the future, and lastly you're actually a very good hunter, Bobby is a great mentor and has been giving the Winchester boys updates on your training. You're grateful for the help you've received and wished you could do the same but no matter how much you try, you can't tell them whats to come, and it's killing you inside.

You're working on your '67 Firebird that Bobby gave you, it's almost done, you just need to change the oil, which is exactly what you're doing when Bobby comes up to you, holding his cell phone, "It's Sam." He says, holding the phone out for you to take.

You wipe the oil grease off with the rag from your back pocket, you can feel the pit in your stomach growing bigger, you knew this day was going to come, you wish it didn't but it has and now you're here holding a cell phone to your ear, "Hello."

"Y/N something happened." Sam says, he sounds tired, sad, angry, "I need you."

"I'll be right over." You say, you hear some sigh and hang up the phone.

"It's Dean isn't it." Bobby says, sadness in his voice, he really loves those boys.

You close the hood of your car and sigh, "No, it's John." You say, "I'll be back with the boys." You give Bobby a hug and walk back to the car. Turning on the engine, a song comes on, it's Sound of Silence. This is your life now, you're twenty and a hunter, better than twenty and retail associate, sure you miss your friends and family, but until the boys find a way to get you back, here is where you're staying.

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