We Make Hot Chicks! ~A Supernatural Fan Fiction.

Who the actual hell-

Before I start, I would like you to imagine a middle school-aged girl doing math homework. Got that? Okay. Now imagine her logging on to wattpad on her new phone and seeing notifications. And THEN, She reads the comments she has gotten and starts to do a happy dance. That would be me, thank you all so much. I honestly forgot where I was going with this story...
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The two men stared at her, not believing a word she had said. It was apparent on their faces that they thought Sammie was full of crap. What was she supposed to do? Lie? Lying gets you nowhere!!!!

"Okay, how about we try for the truth." The annoying ass- oh, Dean said, looking at her like she was a child. "You're obviously a hunter, 'cause of the knife, but there is no way you can be who you said you were."

"Yet there is a way, since I'm right here." Sammie said, snark dripping from her voice.

Dean was about to say something, most likely argue back, when Sam cut across him. "Well, uh, Sammie, if you're telling the truth, why are you here?"

"I know as much as you d-" Sammie tried to answer but was attacked by a fit of coughs. The boys looked at each other, then back to her as she raised a hand to her mouth to catch the blood coming from it. She looked at her hand, shocked, before casually wiping it on her pants.

The brothers hadn't uttered a word, just staring at her with bewildered looks. "What?" She snapped, not enjoying the way Sam looked at her.

"Th- the trials." He stuttered at her, making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

"How the hell do you know about the trials?" She asked, wondering if she had time traveled as well. But before anyone could answer, there was a ringing coming from Sammie's back.

Dean looked at Sam "that's your ringtone for me, isn't it?" And Sam nodded.

Sammie dug through her bag, looking for her phone, which she eventually found. She basically slammed it to her ear, forgetting about the boys in front of her.

"Deana?" She asked through the phone, afraid it wouldn't be her sister. But it was.

"Sam? Where the hell are you? Cassie and I got sucked through this weird-ass crack in the middle of the road, and her mojo is a no-go." Deana's voice sounded through the phone. Sammie sighed in relief, knowing that her sister was safe. Then she realized what her sister had said.

"What? I got sucked through one of those things too, but I ended up in the bunker. It's not our bunker though, Dee. There's these dudes here claiming to be us. What do you mean her mojo's a no-go? Where are you?" Sammie fired questions at her sister, and the boys became confused. There was a third person?

There was a banging at the bunker door. "I'm right out here. Should I come in armed?" Deana said, and the boys became even more confused. They became ready to attack anything trying to come in the bunker.

"Put your gun away, okay?" Sammie said before ending the call. "Please let her in? She won't hurt ya', promise." She begged the men, and after another silent conversation, they got out their weapons and walked toward the door.
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Put your gun away. Right. Deana thought sarcastically as she aimed towards the door of the all-familiar bunker. Cassie stood to side of her, nervously going from one foot to another. She had been acting extremely strange since the moment they had regained conciousness on the road. She was acting... human. Which was weird, at least for Cassie.

Deana could hear faint, cautious footsteps through the heavy door. She raised her gun, her personal silver pistol, with an ivory handle and designs on the side. She had been just lucky enough to have had it on her when the incident happened.