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Prologue
Normal people would have probably classify this as a Nightmare, or at the very least an exercise in utter embarrassment. But I don’t really get embarrassed so, no harm no foul right? At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I am sleeping when there’s a loud crashing noise in my room. I shot bolt upright in bed blinking sleep out of my eyes. That’s when I notice the two figures in my room. With a speed, I didn’t know I possess I whip out my pistol and point it at the figure closest to me.
A groan comes from behind the shrouded figure closest to me, a large lump of a person is in a tangle of limbs on my loveseat, and as he tries to stand he falls off onto the floor with another moan. Clearly not a threat for the moment I keep the gun trained on the first figure who I can now make out has dark, short hair and a tan coat. He proceeds to raise his hands in defense, slowly.
“What the fuck man.” Says a deep voice which sounded thoroughly wrecked albeit familiar. In retrospect, the divider between my bed and the sightline to my door wasn’t smart but it is pretty. Which is why I didn’t see the third man, who comes into my sight rubbing his head like it’s sore and saying, “Where the fu-” then he stiffens as he sees me. My mouth goes agape as the familiarity of it all starts to fall into place.
“No,” I say in disbelief, gun faltering slightly. “No way, ” I say vehemently as my eyes roam over the two, taking in their features in the soft moonlight coming in from the tiny window. Meanwhile, the second guy on the floor rolls over, chin-length shaggy hair flopping about as he eyes me and the subsequent gun in my hand. I want to close my eyes and rub my temples to make this crazy illusion go away, but I won’t drop my arm just yet. “I’m having a fever dream, because this. Is. INSANE.” My voice hisses in an angry whisper pointing vaguely with the gun but ending still trained on… coat guy, because I know how this works.
“Alright, well Ms. Fever-Dream, can you put down the cap gun? Before you, I don’t know, poke someone’s eye out with it.” The short-haired guy by the divider says and I narrow my eyes at him in annoyance, finally giving him a full once over with both eyes.
“If this is a dream, this ” I wave the gun for emphasis, “is as powerful as I want it to be. Especially since I’m aware of the dream,” I respond with snark to pair with the sarcasm I was served, but I lower my gun anyway. The boys all relax slightly as I swing my legs out of bed and drop the gun behind me. “Besides… it is just a cap gun.” Both the long-haired man on the floor and the guy standing off to my left give me legendary bitch faces which make me internally squeal even as I refuse to name them.
“I don’t understand. Was the gun only about to shoot bottle caps? In what way was that useful or dangerous?” Says dark haired guy by my feet, complete with a slight head tilt and all. Sur-fucking-real. Short haired snarkmaster just rolls his eyes and I can’t help but burst into raucous laughter.
“No, Cas, it’s just a fake gun. Kids use them for fun sometimes.” Then there’s floor guy, who has finally managed to right himself to a standing position, still holding his head while I control my laughter and just give Cas a disbelieving stare.
“You must be confused,” Cas says and I roll my eyes at him, moderately surprised that he was the first to attempt to explain anything.
“Less so than you should think, which is going to be shocking for you.” My eyes shift from Cas to…
“Cas! Will you explain what the friggin’ heck is going on? Where are we?”
“I don’t know where we are but I have a feeling, this young woman will be our solution.”
I smile brightly in response to that and open my mouth to answer when I am cut off by the gargantuan man who is now facing my bookshelf.
“Uh… guys?” Then he reaches to grab something from the top shelf and turns around holding something very familiar. “Why does she have the First Blade?” Snarky balks at it and I scramble out of bed to snatch it from-
“Sam, you really shouldn’t touch things that aren’t yours.” I quip at him. He looks at me like I’m a fish with wings. I look to Cas, who has his head cocked again, then to the last guy whose gaze has drifted lower to my… ah. Yes. Pants-less legs. Seeing as I am currently donning an oversized black band tee and lacey black underwear. He’s totally checking out my ass as I smirk and flip the 3D printed blade around in my hand then place it back on the shelf.
“Who are you?” He asks in wonder, still openly gaping and confused. I catch a glimpse of wild auburn bed head and piercing blue green eyes in the decorative mirror next to the bookshelf, then turn and fix them with a knowing gaze.
“I’m Allison, and damn are you Winchester boys lucky you landed here.”
“You know about us?” Sam asks.
“Are we in the future?” Dean looks to Cas.
“No this isn’t the future, Dean, this is an alternate universe. I’m positive of that.” Cas turns to me for confirmation (Which, is weird that he already trusts my answers, right?), to which I nod.
“But you must be a psychic or how else would you know anything about us?” Dean says.
“I would say you guys might wanna sit down, but I know you won’t so…” I pause, turn to grab my laptop and promptly power it up. One quick YouTube search and I am able to flip it back to them. They all take a step closer as I hit play on the J2M video from the con last week. Their faces, now clearly illuminated by the screen’s glow, are showered in confusion. “Welcome to the most boring version of reality.” I watch realization dawn on Dean and Sam’s faces.
“Dude, we’re in the TV show world again.” Sam groans, slapping a hand over his face.
“Close enough.” I shrug.
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