All of the stuff that is on the google page, I made up for this to work. It's not the actual page.
"Ok. Let's find out some stuff about me." I said as I plopped down on the sofa and opened up the laptop. I quickly pulled up Google search and typed in 'Britt Robertson' before hitting enter. My eyes widened slightly at all of the stuff. Justin let out a low whistle at all of the hits.
"Well, apparently you enjoy acting. Or at least making movies." He muttered and I shrugged as I continued to scroll through the page. I swallowed with difficulty when some pictures popped up of me and my family. No, not my family and not me. A bunch of actors pretending.
"I want out of here. Now." I said pushing the laptop away violently and pulling my legs up to my chest, my arms wrapping around my knees hugging them to my chest.
"Don't worry Jess. We'll figure something out. Winchesters always do." Justin smiled, trying to cheer me up. I shook my head.
"Yeah. That's why I'm scared. Because there is going to be a day where we won't be able to figure it out." I stared at him and he kept his gaze steady.
"Well, today won't be that day. Now, come on. We still need to check out this show and see how much these people know about us. Or, rather, about you." Justin said, picking the laptop back up and typing. I released my knees but closed my eyes and leaned into the couch. I opened my eyes and looked over at Justin as he whistled a minute or two later.
"Everything is here Jess. This show has done all of it." Justin warns me and I can't help but whimper as I remember certain parts of my past.
"But, Sam and Dean have been stuck like this before. At least according to the show." Justin continued as he turned the laptop to show me that he was on Netflix and had and episode of Supernatural pulled up. I glanced at him then at the episode title. The French Mistake.
