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It was snowing outside when you looked out of the window to the parking lot next to your high school. Latin class was droning on, your teacher rambling on about a test next week. You weren't paying attention in class, like you usually did. Latin was always really easy. Really, any language was incredibly easy. It must have been that your parents were both linguistics professors. They loved you so much, and nearly worshiped the ground you walked on. You got great grades, were responsible and found nearly everything in life un-challenging. From piano to singing to acting and sports, you excelled at everything.
Contrary to what your friends believed, your life wasn't perfect. You longed for adventure and mystery, like your favorite television show, Supernatural. You and your mom liked to watch it together, fan-girl-ing over Sam and Dean. You wished you could have a sibling like Dean. Someone to watch over you and protect you and tease you. Being an only child, you never had any siblings to bond with. It was hard sometimes, you grew up like that, so it was normal.
It was funny though, when you and your mom re-watched an episode, the French Mistake, that your mom got upset. You knew she had a soft spot for Balthazar, but this was getting too emotional. She was hugging you and crying as you watched his episodes, at her request. It weird-ed you out to no end, but you know, you were almost an adult. You guessed it was just the beginnings of empty-nest.
When you zoned back into class, the weather had changed. The sky was dark and you could tell a big storm was coming. The faint flashes of lightning lit the sky around the school. Had no one noticed the change in weather? You looked around the classroom and saw that everyone was still focused on what your teacher was rambling on about. You looked down and noticed that yet another delinquent had written something on your desk. It was a weird circle-type symbol with what looked like a bow and arrow in it. Funny, that looked like the symbol from The French Mistake, the episode you watched last night.
Suddenly a crash of lightning flashed just outside of your classroom, and your stomach lurched as everything swirled and disappeared.
When your vision cleared, you were sitting at a solid wooden desk, like those from the bunker. There was a Latin text in front of you, just like in your Latin class. A shout from behind you made you look up.
"WHAT THE HELL CAS?! I THOUGHT YOU TOLD US THAT NOTHING COULD ENTER THE BUNKER!"
"Dean, I don’t know how she got in here, however, she is from this universe. She does belong here whether or not we think she should."
You look up and stare wide-eyed.
Sam Winchester, the Sam Winchester was sitting across from you at the table. Holding a gun. Pointing it at you. Dean Winchester was arguing with Castiel, the not so heavenly angel in the doorway of the bunker.
You freaked.
"You people aren't supposed to be real. You are fictional characters in a television show I watch with my mother. I must be dreaming. This has to be a dream. I can’t be here. I saw that symbol and now I’m dreaming about supernatural. Classic (Y/N). Just try to wake up. I’m in Latin class. I’m in Latin class. Wake up (Y/N)! WAKE UP!" Cas suddenly looked up and moved over to your side, grabbing your shoulder and keeping you from banging your head on the table in an attempt to get up. He glared into your eyes, then suddenly his eyes widened. " This is not a dream. Please stop trying to wake yourself up, because you are intact, awake. Is your name (YFN)(YLN)?" he asked. You blinked. "How do you know my name? Why am I here?"
"I believe I do know what is happening now. When we found Kevin and the tablets, Balthazar was wary of you two working with him." He turned towards Sam and Dean, who were both now sitting next to you on the table. "He brought a young child, just a baby, to an alternate universe to be raised away from the supernatural that may have been out to get it. He gave it to a family to raise as a normal child and ensure that it would grow up healthy and safe. That baby was later to be one of the prophets should the others.. well, should the others die. It appears that you were sent back into this universe because the last prophet has passed on."
All you could think about was what happened to Kevin. It was so gruesome. But that meant that the other prophets in line after him were dead too. Something had to be going after the prophets, otherwise the lifespan of prophets was just really short. You hoped that there was at least something you could do about your predicted short term stay in this life.
Sam and Dean just stared at Cas in amazement. Sam spoke up first.
"Hey there, um, (Y/N). I get that this is weird. But since it seems that this is the world you live in, you could, I dunno, stay here? I know that Dean and I are strangers, and I get that you miss your family, but we have spare rooms in the Bunker and I don’t think you have a place to stay. We could always use a hand researching!" He chuckled.
You nodded and laughed. Dean and Sam smiled, taking that reaction as a yes.
"It’s funny," you said "I was just thinking about how my life needed more adventure. I guess I should be worried about wishing for things I don’t want literally!"
Dean chuckled and stood up. “I need a beer. You want one Sammy?” He paused and turned to you, saying “I’m just gonna take a guess and say that you can’t drink yet. We have water and soda. Which do you want?”
"Water, please. Is there a room I can stay in? I just sorta feel overwhelmed and I think I need to lie down for a bit."
Sam turned to you, standing up. “I can show you one of the extra rooms. Just follow me.”
As you stood up and passed through the hallways of the bunker, you couldn't help but think that this was just what you were looking for: a little adventure.