Supernatural: Your Adventure with Sam and Dean

how you met sam and dean

You wake up in a daze you can feel motion but you have little time to think about that. The last thing you remember was talking to a really sweet guy and then suddenly it went completely dark. Just as you're about to sit up you hear two voices that scare you almost to death. "Tell me again why Sam... because I still don't fucking understand." The first voice is very gruff. "Dean we have to make sure she's ok... I'm not cool with just leaving victims behind every time we do this..." what could he mean by victims you wonder. Perhaps you've been abducted by seral killers and you're just their next victim. Your mind begins to race.

"Because we are hunters not baby sitters Sammy." You hear the other voice huff in a kind of pouting way and you look up just as he turns and looks over the back of the seat. "Oh hey she's awake..." your eyes widen you've been spotted. "Well congratulations Sammy what you want a cookie?" Sam rolls his eyes. "Don't tease me you know I love cookies..." he turns back to you in the back seat. "How do you feel?" your still trying to decide if you even want to talk but you look up into his big soft eyes and you feel unafraid. You sit up slowly and look around. "I'm not sure... where am I?" Sam smiles and nods. "This is our impala... we just saved you from demons... man you are one lucky chick." Now you're really confused. There's no such thing as demons you've been kidnapped by two loony dude that have a really nice car.

"Sammy you know better we don't tell people about this stuff because they won't believe us... now she probably thinks were stupid." You raise your eyebrow. "But demons... aren't really real... at least that's what I've been told..." they exchange a glance and Sam turns back to you. "Well what do you believe?" you think back to all the horror novels you had read as a child. You had spent many days hiding in your room pretending the sun was your enemy. Your father had told you to stop your nonsense because monsters weren't real but deep down you truly believed. "I think they are..." you mumble half expecting them to be pranking you.

Sam smiles at dean and then turns back to you. "I can assure you they are real... we hunt them." You roll your eyes. "Alright that's enough of this prank trying to get me to talk about how I believe in things that aren't real... just forget it I'm not going to be a fool on your show." Dean gives Sam thee I told you so look. "Ok metaphorically... if vampires were real how would you kill one?" this question takes you by surprise. You have been studying these things for year and you know conventionally believed methods don't work. You could answer this question properly but you still believed he was yanking your chain. "How would you kill a vampire smart ass" you retort. He shrugs. "I'd probably just use a wooden stake..." he faces forward in the car now. You laugh. "Well then you would die!" it slips out you didn't want to say it but it slips out. Sam turns around quickly now facing you again. "Alright you do better then?"

You struggle for a moment then sigh and give your answer. "You can't just use a wooden stake... that doesn't work... the only way to kill vampires is too cut their heads off." You close your eyes tightly waiting to be ridiculed but nothing happens. When you open your eyes you see both dean and Sam staring at you. "What?" you say shrugging. Sam looks like his jaw might fall off. "How do you kill a werewolf?" dean says facing the road again. "Stab it through the heart with a blade of silver... or I guess a bullet would work to..." dean gives an awkward smile. "Alright smart ass what about vengeful spirits?"

You realize this is a trick question. "You have to find the spirits human remains and burn them..." you roll your eyes. "Why are you asking me all these questions?" you look from one of them to the other waiting for their answer. "Dean she knows... how could she know unless one of her parents is a hunter..." you have no idea what they are talking about your father sure never hunted anything his whole life and you never knew your mother more than the pages of a written journal she kept in a box. The journal had all sorts of writings about monsters in it you kept it with you because it was all you had left after your father died in a mysterious house fire while you were at school. Suddenly you remember the journal and you begin looking around. Sam hands it back to you. "Are you looking for this?" you take and hold it close to your heart. "Yes I was where did you find it?" he smiles. "I told you dean she's got the hunter in her." dean rolls his eyes. "Whatever Sammy but if you insist on keeping her around your responsible for her... got that... you not me!"