A Supernatural Life- Season 1

Chapter 9

Note: So thank you to everyone who is reading, commenting and voting on this. This fanfic was more so just something to do because I enjoyed supernatural instead of something serious like my past fanfics but the fact that there are people enjoying this is amazing!! I can't thank you all enough :D

Anyway, I recently upgraded my computer to windows 10 and I'm having trouble with my laptop now. It seems that my mouse pad has fucked up a little bit and isn't working properly which means that I can't highlight my word documents properly in order to copy them in Wattpad so I've had to copy this bit by bit. I'll go through and make sure everything has been copied but I can't guarantee that there wont be any spacing issues. If that is the case then I'm very sorry.

Hope you enjoy the chapter my lovelies

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Chapter 9- Home

I opened my eyes and saw that instead of waking up on the bed I'd fallen asleep on, I woke up on the floor. I groaned and stretched before sitting up and pushing myself awkwardly to my feet. Damn, had Dean pushed me off the bed as a joke or something? It wasn't something I would put past him, especially since I stopped him getting laid last night. It wasn't my fault that Sam and I were bored as he flirted his ass off with a barmaid. So I hinted that he was crap in bed and whatnot, so he hadn't gone back to her place which pissed him off, but of course Sam and I found hilarious because we loved laughing at Dean's expense, plus he'd annoyed us the whole day. After the events in Oklahoma with the bugs, we decided to rent a motel room for a week and recuperate, but I thought it was mostly because Dean was a little shocked at what he had found out, plus Sam was curious and I still had bits and pieces of work on my laptop as well as a few resources that I had downloaded from the internet, so I'd showed him what was still on my laptop. He was impressed, which made me feel good. The guy was a Stanford graduate after all.

I sighed and looked around the room, to see that I had no clue where I was which made me frown, but one thing that was obvious was that I was in a bedroom, presumably a bedroom belonging to a child. The way I was standing was so that the single bed was placed against the wall on my left, with the door leading into the bedroom near to the bed. Opposite the bed stood a door which for some I reason I knew led into a closet, even without having to open the door, which was strange because I'd never been here before, but the room felt familiar. To my right was the window, set into the wall with a chest of drawers nearby. I frowned in confusion. This was some freaky practical joke.

"Dean, you're an ass, where the hell are you because this is fucking weird?" I called, expecting to see him jump out from behind the curtains or something. I sighed and decided to walk around until Dean made himself known, so that I could prepare myself because knowing him he had set something off which was going to scare the pants off me. He was a real pain in the butt sometimes, but I did love him for it.

Without realising it I found myself in front of the closet which, I could now see, had double doors. I frowned and studied the white painted doors and shivered at the feel of them. The feeling was strange; it was unpleasant but pleasant in a familiar way at the same time. I reached forwards to grab the handle and gasped when my hand went through the handle, as though I were a ghost. I frowned and tried again and again and again, until I finally realised that for some reason, I couldn't grip the handle. I walked away and over to the chest of drawers, finding an ornament on top so I reached for it, but again my hand passed through it, so I touched the handle of one of the drawers, my hand once again passing through it. Either this was a really good prank where Dean had found some sort of projection of this room, knowing that I wouldn't be able to grab anything since it wasn't real, or I was dead. But that couldn't be! I'd only just closed my eyes to sleep. Dean had been awake watching something on his laptop and Sam was sitting on the bed next to me, reading something which looked like a book but I wasn't sure where he had gotten it. Had they fallen asleep and something had got into the room and killed me while I was sleeping? While they were sleeping in the room with me? No, that couldn't be possible. I mean Dean was a heavy sleeper, but he was always aware of any movement, he was alert even when he was snoring, something which I'd never possessed, but I knew that he would've woken at the first sign of an intruder. Unless...had something happened to my boys? Oh shit! No! Not my boys!