A/N: Hi! Welcome to the very first chapter of our very first story together. We have big plans for this story and hope you all enjoy it.

First things first: we understand what canon is, and have researched it thoroughly where it concerns the show. This story will not be canon. There will be a lot of canon moments, hopefully, but it is now our story and we're just going to have fun with it. We love Supernatural, and therefore, we are going to make fun of it here and there.

The basis of this story comes from authors Tamara and Brittany (The Adventures of T and B) and we are hereby acknowledging our theft of their idea. (We hope they don't mind.)

Also, this story is basically what would happen if we were to insert ourselves into the world of Supernatural. Please understand that we do not own Sam and Dean-as well as all other characters-so they might all become a bit OOC. It happens.

Each chapter will either be my (Shelby) or Lindsey's point of view. It will be specified at the beginning of the chapter (and it'll also be pretty easy to figure out). Each of us will be paired with another character from the show, but we will let the story develop that.

Thank you for reading, and enjoy!

UPDATE- Noticed a few things wrong with the chapter, so it was re-edited, and uploaded again.

Shelby POV

"Why didn't you wake me up when my alarm went off?!" Lindsey shrieks as she flies past me back into her room. Her long, blonde hair nearly whips me across the face. I choke back laughter as I notice that she's only wearing one shoe and hurriedly slip on my own, since I was running just as late as she was.

"Maybe it's because I, you know, didn't wake up either," I tell her with an eye roll. She rushes out of the bathroom a moment later and says something I can't understand due to the toothbrush in her mouth. Of course, my lateness wasn't nearly as bad as hers. For one thing, I'd been up at least ten minutes before her. For another thing, I could get ready more quickly. But still, late was late.

Normally we didn't have this problem. Both Lindsey and I were usually up early and on time to work. I wonder why my alarm didn't go off, I silently muse. I know I set it last night. It should've gone off three or four times. I always hear it...

Maybe we'd both been extra tired, even after having a Sunday off. Work six days a week will do that to you. Or maybe it was because we'd both stayed up late watching Supernatural. Either or.

"Hey!" Lindsey shouts from somewhere down the hallway. "Do you have your clothes for Amy's party?"

"Yeah, got them! And yours, too," I shout back.

"Thanks, dollface!" She pokes her head out of the bathroom and winks at me. I wink back and blow her a kiss.

I don't give myself any more time to ponder the strangeness of our tardiness and instead fix Lindsey's coffee to give her one less thing to have to do. A few minutes later, we both grab our car keys, our purses and coffee, and our changes of clothes for the party after work, and run out of the door.

I slam into something solid, something human. Our door slams behind us.

"Excuse me," I mutter, about to go around them. I hear Lindsey say something along the lines of

"Oops, sorry," and then she gasps.

"What the hell?" a slightly familiar, gruff voice says from my left. I immediately crane my neck and look upwards at the person I'd run into.

"Holy shit no way," I exclaim, looking over to my left. I can tell that Lindsey is thinking something very similar. We exchange shocked glances just as the two men in front of us do the same.

"I thought you said that this apartment was empty."

"It was supposed to be!"

"Holy. Shit," I repeat again. There was no way this was happening.

"Jared! Jensen!" Lindsey splutters. Both of the men freeze instantly and quit arguing about the apartment. They exchange another glance. Jared is the one who recovers fastest.

"Who are you talking about?" he asks carefully. I can see Jensen's hand slip casually into his jacket. He pulls out an FBI badge and shows it to us. I'm pretty sure the name on it says Agent Han Solo.

"Really Jensen?" I ask, crossing my arms. Lindsey raises her eyebrows at the two men.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jensen growls, staring confusedly at his badge. He was probably wondering if that was the name he'd put on it. He and Jared exchange a look.

"What...? We're talking about-" Lindsey is interrupted by the splash of water in her face. I giggle at her expression before being drenched with it, too. Lindsey and I both sigh at the same time. I roll my eyes, and see that she does, too.

"That's no way to pick up a lady," Lindsey splutters.

With a flash of silver, cuts open up on both mine and Lindsey's forearms. A knife in Jensen's hand has cut through the sleeve of one of my nicest work blouses. Lindsey lets out a shriek of anger and slaps Jensen across the face. He stumbles backwards, caught off guard.

"Don't cut me!" she yells, cradling her bleeding arm. She looks at me incredulously. "He cut me!"

"That's it," Jensen growls, pinning her to the wall. He handcuffs her quickly. I notice that she doesn't seem to mind being so close to him-in fact, she gives him a brilliant smile-and also that he hesitates ever so slightly before backing away from her. I hold my hands up in surrender towards Jared.

"If I promise not to hit anybody, do I get out of wearing the handcuffs?" I ask with a wry grin.

"Nice try,"Jared says before he cuffs me, too. I let out a little sigh and shift my arms a little bit.

"Is this Punk'd or something?" Lindsey asks. She shifts her arms uncomfortably behind her back. "You guys do realize Supernatural is just a show, right?"

"Oh God. All actors have mental breakdowns.. its finally happened to them." I mumble. "Of course this would happen to us."

"You didn't have to make them so tight," I add with an indignant huff. I tilt my nose in the air like a snobby princess would. Lindsey grins at me. Despite the odd circumstances and the handcuffs and the matching forearm cuts, I was excited. Jared and Jensen. Even though they were obviously cracked up in the head, it was still insanely awesome to be with them. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, in a way. A weird, shouldn't-be-happening kind of once in a lifetime experience.

"Wha-Punk'd? Supernatural? What the hell?" Jensen growls. Lindsey and I make similar faces of bemusement.

A slight uneasy feeling is starting to grow in my stomach. I know I'm still in shock and haven't fully comprehended the weight and the weirdness of everything, but I can't help it. Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles had been standing outside of our apartment. In what universe did that ever happen to two normal people like Lindsey and me?

I watch as Jensen picks the lock on our apartment and debate giving him my key. Of course, it was in my pocket and my hands were cuffed... I decide against telling him I have a key.

He shoves the door open after only a few seconds, gun drawn. I was mildly impressed. Maybe he could teach me how to unlock any door with nothing but a bobby pin.

"What the hell?" Lindsey, Jensen, and I all say at the same time. Instead of our lovely, sunny apartment, this place is bare and absolutely covered in blood. Massive amounts of blood splatters the walls, windows, and hardwood floors. There were no bodies anywhere, though. Jared and Jensen immediately turn on us with their guns pointed at our foreheads.

"What are you? You aren't demons or shifters, so what are you?" Jensen demands. I briefly wonder whether or not they'd started snorting coke or something. Drugs do kill brain cells pretty quickly. And LSD makes you hallucinate.

"We're humans and that is not our apartment," Lindsey says. "We definitely had furniture and carpet and food in ours." A note of hysteria creeps into her voice. I feel similarly. What the hell had happened to our apartment?

"What state are we in?" I ask Jensen after a moment. Lindsey must have noticed the more crisp air coming in through the open window down at the end of the hallway, and now through an open window inside the apartment. It'd been a warm, sunny day at our apartment, but not here. Jensen simply stares at me instead of replying, so I give an impatient motion with my hands. It was more of a flail because of the handcuffs, but I figured he'd get the point. I probably looked a bit like a fish out of water, flopping around awkwardly.

"You're about to get your damn heads blown off, and you want to know what state we're in?" he asks. "That's almost sickening how stupid that stalling tactic is. Are you on the run from the government or something?"

"What state?" I repeat, more urgently this time. Jared shoots Jensen a look before answering me.

"Uh...South Dakota," Jared mumbles. Jensen glares at him, who just shrugs. My jaw drops open.

"Um, hello, but we were in South Carolina, not South Dakota. They may both say south in them but that is not-they are not the same thing!" Her voice is still slightly hysterical. Her brown eyes are huge and slightly wild. Blonde hair is starting to escape the tight ponytail she has it in.

"There is no way in hell you were in South Carolina, so don't give us the whole 'not in Kansas anymore' act," Jensen interjects. He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. "They could be lying about this just to confuse us!"

"Why would we even lie about that?" I ask, disbelief coloring my voice. "We are just as damn confused as you are."

Jared pushes his fellow actor's shoulder with one hand, still pointing his gun at me with the other, and pulls him aside. I can plainly hear every word they're saying to each other and roll my eyes.

They must think that moving two feet away and huddling together creates some sort of cone of silence around themselves.

I turn to Lindsey and huddle closer to her, mocking the brothers.

"Oh my god we're with Jensen and Jared ,"she whispers to me. I grin at her and she grins back.

"Do they really think they're Sam and Dean?" I reply softly. A cold wind blows in through the open window. We stare at each other, mouths hanging slightly open.

"Oh my god I think-oh God. It's all real. We're in the show. I'm pretty sure we're actually in the

show," Lindsey whispers. Her breath tickles my cheek and I rub my face on my shoulder. It made perfect sense, though. There was simply no other explanation for the change in place. It was almost like our apartment had been the TARDIS.

"Technically, it's just another universe," I point out. "I have no idea how it's another universe, but apparently it is...That's Sam and Dean."

"Holy shit. I can't even-So...are we going to just go along with it until we figure out how all of this happened?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." I shrug. This was so... weird. But kind of awesome, in a way.

"So what do we tell them? How do we explain calling them the wrong names? What do we even say?" She has a good point. For one thing, we've both seen every episode of the show up to date, and have no idea what season we're currently in. If the same events have even happened. My head starts to ache.

"Do they know Chuck yet?" I murmur. "We could have read the books about them. That is, if they've even met him."

"Yeah! But only...let's not act like Crazy Becky, if they've even met her yet." Lindsey and I share a cringe thinking about Becky.

"Also, uh, where did all this blood come from? Do humans even have this much blood?" We both snicker quietly, attracting the attention of Sam and Dean. Sam's forehead does the thing and we laugh harder.

"Look, we'll just call Rufus, have him take care of this, and take these two to Bobby," Sam says quietly to Dean. "I don't know what else to do." Dean gives his brother a withering look but doesn't argue. Lindsey and I finally manage to suppress our laughter.

"Hey, why the hell did you call us Jared and Jensen?" Dean reaches out and grips the top of my arm tightly, as if holding me back from an attempt to run away. I try to shrug him off but he merely squeezes tighter. I'd probably have finger-shaped bruises.

"Uh, we went to a party last night and met two guys with those names. We must still be a bit hung over," Lindsey cuts in. Dean studies her for a moment before accepting what she says. They probably don't believe us, but they'd hear the truth from us sooner or later.

Less than five minutes later the boys lead us downstairs and into chilly autumn air. I let out a little sigh as the Impala comes into view. Sleek, black, and filled with all kinds of badass weapons. You couldn't not love her.

"Oh hello, beautiful," Lindsey murmurs as Sam and Dean shove us, still handcuffed, into the back of the car. In just moments, we're about to be on our way to meet the real Bobby Singer, in person, for the very first time. Part of me wonders what'd happened in the apartment that was ours but not really ours. Hopefully Rufus would sort it out. I also hoped that Sam and Dean wouldn't think we were just normal, run-of-the-mill murderers.

"You know this thing has horrible crash-test ratings, right?" Lindsey pipes up from our spot in the back seat as Dean starts the engine. Sam and Dean share a groan.

"Yeah, I think they know that," I reply nonchalantly. We both crack up as Dean pulls out of the apartment's parking lot.

"It's also not very fuel-efficient!"