Stuck with Supernatural

OKAY! So, this story line is a tad confusing. You have to imagine Sam, Dean, and Cas from different seasons.. Sam from season one, Dean from season two, and Cas from the first season he's in, which is four, I believe. But, all three of them have gone through mostly everything so far. Call this a grace period. Just bear with me:) and keep an open mind. And thank you for reading!! Ahh!

-Cameo

CH. 1:

Sound. I heard voices. My eyes were shut. Everything was black. Where was I? What happened?

"Hey, kid," the deep, gruff voice of a man echoed around me. "Kid, are you alright?"

"Huh?" I tried to sit up, but as soon as I did stars appeared in the darkness of my closed eyes and I felt dizzy. I laid back down.

"Whoa, there, sweetheart," another man's voice said. His voice was gentler, soothing.

"How do you know that her heart is sweet, Sam?" a third voice, somewhat familiar, and hushed chimed in.

"Cas..." the gruff-voiced man sounded exasperated. I heard a sigh.

"Wh..." I tried to open my eyes. It was seemingly impossible. "Where am I?"

"You're alright, you're safe. Don't worry." the soothing voice lulled me back into unconsciousness.

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When I woke up, there were sunbeams shining on my face. The golden light warmed me and I smiled contently. Suddenly, I remembered the three voices. Was it just a dream?

Probably.

I stretched in my bed, pulling the comforter up to my face when I noticed the bright blue and yellow floral design. What? No no no... My comforter was dark green...

I sat up quickly, my heart pounding. Oohhh no no no no no.

It wasn't a dream.

I was in a cheap hotel room.

But... Where was I?

I looked around the room, seeing an incredibly attractive guy with a square jaw and muscles snoring lightly on the other queen-sized bed. His full lips were parted slightly, and thickly lashed eyes were closed. He looked... Well, the only word for that was adorable.

I shook my head, running my hands through my shoulder length brown hair. I looked down.

Wait.

This wasnt my shirt.

I pulled up the blanket covering my lower half of my body.

Oh God.

I started to freak out a little, then. I looked around the entire hotel room. I took in all of my surroundings.

I slid out of the bed, and the t-shirt I was wearing covered me almost to my knees. It was a v-neck, and made of a soft maroon cotton. It smelled like a guy's cologne. I walked soundlessly around the room, searching for my long lost pants. I picked up the room key that was left on the dresser that an old TV was sitting on.

The Days-y Inn.

Ha.

Play on words.

I smirked a little, then remembered my no pants dilemma. I sneaked around a little more, to no avail. Finally, I just gave up, going into the bathroom because I had to pee.

When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I was washing my hands, I almost didn't recognize myself. My sharp blue eyes had dark circles around them, my face was scratched to hell, and my dark brown hair was wildly sticking up. I gasped.

Whoa. I looked like crap.

Just then I heard the door to the room open, panic welling in my chest. I quickly locked the bathroom door and pressed my back against it, breathing deeply.

"Dean, wake up," I heard the soothing voice say, obviously on the defense.

"Huh- wha..?" the gruff voice, Dean, I presumed, sputtered and mumbled.

"The girl..."

"Son of a bitch," Dean said. "Sam, look under the beds and around the room, I'll go check and see if the front office has seen anyone but you leave."

The door to the room opened and shut, and I tried not to hyperventilate. I heard things being moved around in the room, gradually getting closer to the bathroom, of which I was hiding in. I slowly backed away from the door, climbing into the shower and curling into a little ball.

My heart pounded in my chest, harder and harder.

I heard the door knob jiggling.

I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in my arms. He was going to find me. I couldn't move. I was stuck. There was nowhere to run to.

The bathroom door opened and a tall figure walked in. Sam. It had to be Sam. He was the soothing one. The one who seemed harmless, right? I held my breath as he approached the shower. He reached his hand out, grabbing the curtain...

He pulled it back quickly, and I didn't expect it to happen so fast. I screamed and his hand was on my mouth in less than a second.

His facial expression was panicked, and there was shaggy brown hair in his hazel eyes. His face wasn't as squared off and prominent as Dean's, so he looked a bit younger. He was tan, and had a cute little nose that turned up at the end. In other words, he was hot, even with a look of pure terror on his face.

"Shh, shh-hh," he quieted me. I breathed deeply through my nose, heart still pumping. "My name is Sam Winchester. My brother, Dean, and I found you last night outside the hotel room, passed out. If I take my hand off you're mouth, will you promise to not scream and tell me who you are?"

I nodded.

His hand slowly uncovered my mouth, and I took a deep breath. I blinked a few times to keep from passing out. I was exhausted.

"My name is Emerson Dawson. I'm 17 almost 18 years old, and I'm from Salem, Oregon," I said shakily after a few seconds of deep breathing exercises.

"Salem?" Sam asked. He looked utterly confused.

I nodded again.

"...Oregon?"

"Yes..?"

The look of confusion on his face twisted into astonishment and then something like wonder.

"Let me get Dean; let him know I found you." Sam helped me up out of the shower, and then noticed my absence of pants. "Oh, you're, uh, clothes were torn to shreds. We... Well, um, had to... Throw them away..."

"WHAT!?" I shrieked.

"I'm sorry! We didn't take you're underwear off or anything, I swear to God! You just looked really uncomfortable, so I put you in one of my shirts."

"No clothes... Just a shirt... In a crappy hotel room with two really attractive guys. And I don't even know where the hell I am!" I sputtered.

I was furious, embarrassed, and most of all: Scared.