A/N: I'm still watching Season 10 on , so I apologize for any inaccuracies or spoilers. I was going through my Facebook and found this post a few times, and after watching The Hillywood Show's Parody of SPN, I was inspired. The post read: "Stop. Stop scrolling. Stop what you're doing and listen. You don't belong here. This isn't your life. My name is Dean, and my brother Sam is helping me with this. You've been stuck in a coma for about two years now, and Cas thinks he's finally found a way to contact you. He thinks you should still be in touch with your memories of us, the Impala, and the family business. That's why we think you're so obsessed with Supernatural in your coma, because you realize where you belong. Wake up. Please, I can't live without you. Sam can't live without you. I can't stand you gone anymore, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should've known, I could've stopped this. We could still be together right now. Just please."

I haven't read any SPN fanfics, so I hope my story doesn't resemble anyone else's too closely. I think that I'm going to have this set right before Season 10, Episode 8: Hibbing 911 (which is the episode I'm watching now). Not really affiliated right now, but it could set a timeline for the future. This will be written in the point of view of my own character, Ophelia Jones.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Ophelia. She is my own creation and I love her. Please don't steal her 3

Now for the story!

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I plopped down at my desk with a plate of apple pie, and opened the Facebook app on my phone. A few photos of my aunt and her kids on vacation in Seattle, some videos of puppies, and then some fandom stuff. Just as I was about to read a post for the third time today, I got a text from my boyfriend, Donavyn. I responded, but when I went back to Facebook, the post was gone. Frustrated, I closed the app and opened Netflix, rewatching Supernatural for practically the 10th time.

Dean had a piece of pie, and I grinned. "Pie," I said with him. My heart contracted, as it does every time I've seen Dean's grin ever since I started watching the show two years ago, in 2013. It was the summer before my last year of grad school. I was studying to teach elementary school, and one of my friends convinced me that I needed to watch it. I immediately fell in love with it, but all the episodes seemed very predictable. I practically knew what was going to happen in each episode, which pissed off my friends. "Sam's gonna come back from Hell without his soul," I guessed, and two weeks later, we saw the episode where it was revealed that Sam no longer had his soul. It kept happening, but only up until the end of Season 7, with the leviathans. After that, every episode was completely unknown to me.

It killed me, to not know what was going on. To not know that everything was going to be okay. And when Dean go the Mark of Cain… Oh, God, how could he have been that stupid? How could anyone have let that happen?

Donavyn texted me halfway through the episode, inviting me over. "Can you come over here instead?" I texted back. "Dean just got out of Hell, and I don't want to stop the episode yet."

"Your obsessed, O, haha," he said.

"It's you're, dumbass. Get over here."

Later that night, we were cuddling and he was on his tumblr. I glanced at his screen and saw the same post I'd been trying to read earlier. "Wait," I said, and he looked over at me. "Can I see that really quick?"

"Sure," he shrugged, handing me his phone. I clicked on the post and saw a green background, and a post that was clearly made-up, but intriguing. Stop. Stop scrolling, it said. Stop what you're doing and listen. You don't belong here. This isn't your life. My name is Dean, and my brother Sam is helping me with this. You've been stuck in a coma for about two years now, and Cas thinks he's finally found a way to contact you. He thinks you should still be in touch with your memories of us, the Impala, and the family business. That's why we think you're so obsessed with Supernatural in your coma, because you realize where you belong. Wake up. Please, I can't live without you. Sam can't live without you. I can't stand you gone anymore, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should've known, I could've stopped this. We could still be together right now. Just please. Please come back to me.

I dropped the phone and jumped up. "'Lia?" Donavyn asked, sitting up. "Ophelia, sweetheart, what is it? What's the matter?"

I shook my head. Why was I shaking? It was just some stupid post online.

…Right?

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I woke up in the middle of the night, and Donavyn was passed out beside me. I shoved off my blankets and walked into the kitchen of my small 1-bedroom to get a glass of water. I couldn't stop thinking about that post on tumblr. There's no way it was real. Sam and Dean were fictional characters, they weren't real. I'd lived my whole life here. I couldn't just be in some coma.

My phone went off and I checked my text. It wasn't even from a phone number, just a string of long digits. "Ophelia?" the text read. My phone beeped again, and another text came up. "Ophelia, please tell me this is working."

"Who is this?" I texted back.

"It's Sam. Winchester."

I paused. "Very funny. Seriously, who is this?"

"I am being serious, Ophelia. Did you get our message?"

Who the hell was bullshitting me this late at night? I decided to ignore it and layed down beside Donavyn. My phone buzzed all night long, and I hardly got any sleep. When my alarm went off at 5:30 to get up for work, I checked my phone and there were about 100 texts from that guy pretending to be Sam. I deleted them and blocked the number, then got in the shower and started my day.

I teach 3rd grade, so after they all had left around 2:00, I turned my phone back on so I could listen to some music while I planned the following day's lesson. I had more texts from a different number, but still the same guy. He must have gotten one of those Google numbers or something. I ignored them, but then halfway through "Eye of the Tiger" 15 minutes later, I got a phone call.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Oh, Thank God, it worked!" a familiar voice cried out.

My heart started racing. Was this seriously Jensen Ackles calling my cell phone? This had to be too good to be true. "W-who is this?" I asked shakily.

"'Phe, it's me. It's Dean. Baby, I miss you. I'm so, so sorry this is happening."

Tears came to my eyes, but I wasn't sure why. "Okay, seriously, who is this and why do you insist on pranking me like this? It's getting annoying."

"Dean is telling the truth, Ophelia," a voice similar to Misha Collins called out. "You're in a coma. I managed to break through the dream barrier in your mind, but it's very difficult and if we root around in your dreams too much, bad things could happen, so we have to be careful."

"What are you talking about, dream?" I asked. "This isn't a dream, it's my life. My name is Ophelia Jones, I teach third grade in Brooklyn, I have a boyfriend named Donavyn-"

"Wha- boyfriend? Cas, you said-"

"Dean, I told you I wasn't sure what was going to happen in her dreams. Look, Ophelia, you have to listen to us. Two years ago you ran into SucroCorp alone, before any of us could get to you. You killed most of the guardsmen, but one of them got to you. You're in a coma and you're dreaming. This is not your life, Ophelia."

"Baby, please, please try to wake up," Dean cried. "I need you. We need you. That douchebag in your dream, he doesn't need you."

I gulped. It sounded so real. I wanted it to be real. "Look, whatever sick joke this is, stop it. It's not working. Get on with your lives." I hung up the phone and sat quietly at my desk.

Was it possible? Could this whole life really be a dream? And the guy who said he was Dean- he called me baby. My heart fluttered thinking back on it. Could you imagine, dating Dean Winchester? Wow.

I packed up my things and headed out; I'd just finish planning at home. I couldn't deal with this right now. I said goodbye to the other teachers I saw on my way out of the building, and got into my car. However, as soon as I grabbed the door handle, I noticed a scar on my arm that I hadn't seen before. I touched it, and it felt like ridges. Like something had tried to take a bite out of my arm. I shivered and got in, buckling, and drove home.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I'll be updating whenever possible, but so that I can work on it and hopefully maintain a regular posting schedule, I won't be posting more than once per week. I am a very busy woman, but I am trying to get back into writing. Criticism is welcome, but only that which is constructive! If I mess up a detail, please let me know. I try to fact check as much as possible, but it's not always perfect. Thanks for reading! :)

~ Thor & Sam's Girl