Beautiful People

"I'm going."

You sat up quickly, choking on the tube going down your throat. Tears filled your eyes once you looked around the room. A hospital. Of course. Demon Castiel was right.

"Doctor! Doctor, come quick!" a voice yelled. A boy with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes looked at you sympathetically, pure joy in his eyes. A doctor rushed in and removed the tube from your throat.

"Now, you might have trouble talking-!"

"Oh, just shut up! Who are you?" You asked the dirty blonde haired boy.

"You don't remember?"

"Obviously not!"

"I'm Carlos. Carlos Johnson. We were best friends... Before the, uh, accident."

"Accident? What accident?"

"Miss L/n. I have no clue how you're able to talk, but I need you to rest. You just came out of a five year coma."

"What? Five years?!"

"Yes, now calm down." Memories came flooding back to you, of Jensen, of Jared, of Supernatural, of Misha. Misha!

"Where's Misha?"

"Misha?" the doctor laughed. "Misha who?"

"Wait, Misha as in Misha Collins? The guy who plays Castiel in Supernatural? That Misha?" Carlos questioned.

"No. Misha, my dog," you replied sarcastically. "Yes, Misha Collins!"

"He's filming the last season of Supernatural. Why?"

"I gotta go," you said, sitting up, only to fall back on the bed.

"Y/n. You need rest. Why were you asking about Misha?"

"Because. I guess while I was out, I was in an alternate reality where I worked on Supernatural with Jensen, Jared, and Misha. My character, Hanna Patton, was going to be Castiel's love interest in the show. Although, after a while, I ended up actually in the show, like there were no cameras. I was literally in the show. I kept having parts of my day where I was in the show, and after that, I'd wake up and be on set. There was someone in my head, Castiel possessed by a demon, who said I had to save them or else Castiel would die. Of course, I began to fall for Misha, and Castiel, and then I woke up here. I need to get back to them, and help." You looked down, and saw your forearm bandaged, right where...

"What's wrong?" Carlos questioned.

"Help me get this bandage off," you demanded, and he began to strip your arm of the gauze that covered it. A burned handprint surrounded your arm. You laughed loudly as you fingered the handprint.

"That burn is a good thing? It looks serious."

"Don't you remember? When Castiel pulls Dean from perdition? He leaves a handprint?"

"Yes...? And?"

"Who else would have grabbed me here? Castiel did it."

"You're crazy."

"Am I? Is it really that hard to think I could be something more that what I am now? Is it really crazy that I could have been in an alternate reality?"

"Yes. You're insane. You were never a part of Supernatural. I don't know how you did it, but you had someone burn their hand and grab it around your arm to trick me. You're delusional," Carlos told me. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. He seemed genuinely afraid of me.

"Listen to me. I. Am. Not. Lying. I know what I saw, and I know what I need to do. Give me your phone." You let go of his arm, and with a trembling hand, he pulled out his phone and handed it to you. You snatched it from his fist and opened Google.