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"Best week end ever..!", you said, stumbling in your flat and falling on the sofa.
You were just back from a Supernatural Convention where you had bought the most expenive pass with everything included. Even though it was the most expensive one, you had worked double and made hours plus shift at your job in order to be able to pay it; otherwise you couldn't have been able to afford it.
Even though you didn't get a chance to meet J2 and Misha, you were able to meet Matt, Ruth, Rob, Richard, (AN: full Richard's girl here, anyone? :)), and all the others, and that was still pretty amazing.
Hey, it wasn't your fault! This TV show had kind of obssessed you since the first day it aired. You just came across it one day, not knowing what is was, and damn, you were glad you did.
Since day one you felt connected to the brothers.
You didnt have a lot of friends back at school, and people tended to stay away from you because of your soulmate mark. It was on your collarbone, in bright red Mistral font, and always showing you the same thing since you were born : 00/00/00
Because yes, soulmates marks were dates, (with day, months, year) that were supposed to show you when you would meet your soulmate. The mark was supposed to be the same on both soulmates; so they had the exact same date, written in the exact same color and writting, and no one else in the whole world had the same, expect your soulmate.But your mark meant that you would never meet your soulmate, and this is what scared people.
Anyway, you felt connected to them because they helped you change your mind when you had a rough day. They were always here when you needed them, always cheering you up. But also because they reminded you of you and your little sister a few years back. To a point that it could be a bit scary: you loved he exact same things as Dean even before knowing the show: Pie, Rock, cars. (you were ready to give ANYTHING to climb in their fuckingly amazing car).
Even if it was an awsome week end, it was also a really exhausting one, with the autographs, the photo'ops, and the games between fans. Speaking of which, you pulled out the collar you had on that was under your clothes: it was the Samulet. You had won it during a quizz and it amazed you because it was the exact same one as in the serie, not just a simple replica.
You were glad you had won because it made you feel even more close to Dean; You could't help it being a Dean-Girl all the way.
Again, not your fault!
Not even bothering with taking your clothes off, you fell asleep on your couch, a smile of pure happiness on your lips, dreaming again and again and again of the week end you just had.
You woke up with a horrible headache, making you all dizzy. Trying to get back in your dream, you turned to settle in a more comfortable position but fell off the bed.
Bed? But, weren't you on your sofa a few hours ago?
You got up from the ground, still dizzy and your belly screaming for food. Yeah, that's right, you forgot to eat last night..
Walking towards your kitchen, your hands in front of you, you touched a wall, where there was supposed to be a door.. What the.. I need more sleep, you told yourslef, scratching your eyes to get the sleep away, and slowly oppened them back.
This is not my living room.
Where am I?
What is happening?
Why am I here?
Have I been kidnapped?
Wait, I'm.. in a motel room?
The door!
You ran to the door and tried to open it.
Locked.
The door is locked.
Oh my god.
What, is, Happpening?!
(Y/N), breathe, calm down, you stupid ass! And THINK.
You slowly calmed down, taking your surroundings in, and made a list: Clothes? On. Telephone? Charged and in my pocket but no service. Pocket Knife? In my boot, cool. (Hey, we never know!) Your dad taught you how to defend yourself when you were a kid and gave you a knife. Even though you knew you didn’t need it, you took it. Well, turns out I was wrong.
Now you had to get out. You rushed to the bathroom to try and find a window, but none. Turning around, you faced the mirror only to see the Samulet you won last day, hanging around your neck.
You started pacing around and you were freaking out, trying to find an other way out.t
You got out of the bathroom, pacing around again and deep in your thoughts, when you heard the doorknob getting slowly turned and the door unlocking. Oh shit.
"I'm telling you Sam, I don't know how, but when I oppened the door to get something from the backseat, she was there! Completely passed out! What else could I do?"
"I don't know Dean, but maybe not lock her up in our room?”
The two brothers were walking, headed to their motel room. They were on a case here in Great Falls, Montana, because of the multiple disappearances that happened in the past 3 weeks. They were expecting to find a werewolf pack, or maybe vampires, but not to find you, asleep in their car, while it was locked from the outside; and still locked when Dean came.
And that’s the strangest part.
How is it possible? What did you do get in a locked car?
Anyway, they arrived at their destination, grocery bags in hands. Dean took the key and opened the door, but the room was dark. No lights on.
“I can’t believe it. You let her in the dark? That’s not cool man.” Started Sam.
“Hey I didn’t ! The light was on when I-” the moment Dean stepped in the room something ran to him and pushed the both of them out of the way, making the three of them fall on the ground.
You had to think fast.
Quickly turning off the lights, you got in a small corner of the room, to stay hidden.
Someone opened the door.
“I can’t believe it. You let her in the dark? That’s not cool man.”
Wait, you knew that voice. So familiar but you couldn’t put a face on it. Never mind. You knew what you had to do. You had to force your way out.
“Hey, I didn’t! The light was on when I-”
NOW.
You started running towards the voice. Voices maybe? And in one movement, pushed the two people out of the way. What you failed to notice was your foot stuck in the carpet, and making you fall with them.
In a few seconds, you found yourself laying on top of someone, in the middle of a hallway.
Your dizziness from before not helping with your headache, making it even worse than before. Keeping your eyes closed, your head was spinning really hard and fast. You had to move, because they could still catch you. So you started getting up quickly, before a hand stopped you.
“Oh I’m sorry but you’re not going anywhere.” Grunted Dean, a bit shaken by the fall.
He had a firm hand around your arm and kept you in place.
You also knew that voice. Can it be..
You opened your eyes, only to meet two green orbs that you knew all too well.