"Uh..you okay?" Sam asked worried.
I finally opened my eyes on two guys I knew too well. Or watched too much.. While I was out, I remembered few things. I didn't know why or how but I thought it was simply impossible. That just can't be possible...all I knew I wasn't at home again. Dean Winchester's voice brought me to consciousness. Or well, what it was.
"The girl just fell on the ground, Sam." Said Dean.
Dean led me an hand.
"We're just gonna get you off the road or you're gonna get yourself road killed." Said the man while pushing me close to the Impala.
"Wait a minute, there's still cars and other people in this town?" I asked.
"Yeah. But I doubt you want to be around." Dean replied always with his grin.
Sam brought a little bottle, I guessed it was holy water. I knew them too well. And it was weird.
"Do you mind drinking this?" Asked Sam.
"No problem." I answered.
I knew it wasn't against me, they had to be sure.
"It's not as good as whiskey but insurance you know." Dean said while drinking in his own little flask.
I thought they knew at first I wasn't a creature or anything else. I was hundred percent sure I seemed too lost for that.
I drank a bit and nothing happened. I guessed I wasn't a 'black eyed bitch'. Dean gave me a knife and I knew I had to cut myself for safety. I did it and I saw both of them relaxed. They invited me to sit in the car. I sit back and they both sit in front. Dean was driving like always. Whitesnakes was playing on the radio. 'Is This Love'. One of my favorite song. Everything was like the serie. It was freaking weird. The impala smelled the man and leather like I imagined and Sam and Dean were just so real. I couldn't believe it. Dean gave me a look in the mirror. I didn't really know what it meant.
"I know you don't trust me a lot, but I'm not dangerous I can assure you. Keeping this completely honest..I think I'm asleep and you're in my dream.." I said nervously.
Dean laughed out loud.
"Oh Lady, I think we're really real, maybe you're nuts or something.."
Sam poked Dean and looked at him hardly.
"Look I don't even know what's going on.. I don't even know where I am, well, I have a cue but..."
"First, who are you?" Asked Sam gently.
"My name is Jess.."
Sam did a face I totally understood. His girlfriend burnt and her name was Jess. I felt bad.
"Alright..uh Jess, what are you doing here, alone and no shoes?"
"I was in my basement, watching TV, uh...Supernatural actually and I fell asleep.. I woke up on a bench few hours ago and.."
"Supernatural!?" Asked both surprised.
"Yeah..."
Dean stopped the car straight and looked at me.
"Cas we need you here...can you please... drag your feathery ass down?" Said Dean with his eyes closed.
Within a minute something appeared right next to me.
"Hello, I'm Castiel."
"I know who you are.." I said.
"How?" Said Castiel with his stoic face.
"I told you..You're the angel Castiel and he's Dean Winchester and Sam.."
They all seemed freaked out but they kept their calm and didn't said anything. Dean started driving again.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Some place safe." Said Dean with his deep voice.
I didn't say a word the whole road. We arrived at a weird place that seemed abandoned. Apparently not I thought.
"Are you gonna kill me?" I laughed nervously.
" 'course not." Laughed Sam.
They get out of the car and I did the same. Dean was still looking at me like, it seemed, a threat. I didn't feel good. I was freezing, I was starving, and I didn't really know where I was. Well, I knew in which "dimension" I fell but how. How was I suppose to return? I was clearly in a dream. It wasn't one of my usual dream where I was with Dean and..you know but it can't be possible. I sighted. I followed the boys in. It was a dozen of people there with camper beds and weapons. Was it the apocalypse again? It can't be...they stopped it. No? I had a real bad feeling about this. Talking about bad feeling.. I suddenly felt electric shock on me, those flashbacks were starting again. I was still in the hospital. The world spinned around me, Dean ran through me and I blacked out again.
