Aren't You A Little Young To Be Building An Interdimensional Portal?

Chapter 4

"So, what do we do now?" Dean asks.

"I don't know," Sam admits. "I, uh..." He glances around at all the seemingly innocent bystanders. "I guess we should put the guns away."

"Good call," Dean agrees, and both men stow their weapons. "Do you think they know back home that we're about as far from apocalypse world as we could get?"

"I hope so," Sam says. "I don't see us finding our own way out of here, so they're pretty much our only rescue plan."

"How did we even get here, anyway?" Dean asks. "Wasn't Kaia supposed to either get us to apocalypse world or 'the bad place'?"

"I thought so," Sam says. "Maybe that's where she ended up? I don't know."

"You don't think this dimension could have had something to do with it, do you?" Dean asks. "I mean, I don't see Kaia accidentally opening up a portal here for no reason."

"I hope not," Sam says. "I'd like to think this is a good place. Everything seems normal here. In a perfect world, that'll mean no monsters, no magic, no weird —"

"Dude."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"Dude!"

"What?" Sam repeats, annoyed.

Dean forcefully turns him around. "What the hell is that?"

Sam stares straight ahead, his expression blank. Though, perhaps "straight ahead" is a bit of a misdirect. He's staring up and straight ahead. Somewhere, not too far from where they're standing, is a giant dome, so that it's probably a plane hazard. There's no indication as to what it is, but it's huge and suspicious and doesn't feel quite right in an otherwise cheerfully normal dimension.

"Should, we, uh..."

"Check it out?" Dean finishes for him. "Probably not."

"Are you sure?" Sam asks skeptically.

"I am absolutely sure," Dean says. "But I say we check it out anyway."

~~

The large, suspicious dome they had spotted turns out to be a very interesting lawn decoration. At least, that's all the Winchesters can gather, because the line outside of this stereotypical suburban house's backyard stretches on for half a block and they can't get a very good look from out front without a bunch of teenagers yelling at them to get in line.

"Should we get in line?" Sam asks after a few moments of astonished silence.

"We don't even know what this is," Dean says. "They could be lining up for the slaughter, for all we know."

Sam pauses, thinking, then turns to one of the teenagers in line. "Hey, what are you waiting for?"

Nothing.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hey!" Sam taps him on the shoulder.

The kid takes out his earbuds. "Sorry, what was that?"

"What's the line for?" Dean asks, his arms crossed.

"I don't know."

Sam scoffs. "You don't know what you're waiting in line for?"

The teen shrugs. "Nah. It's gonna be cool, though. Phineas and Ferb are always making cool things."

"What?"

"Get in line," the teenager suggests. "Check it out yourself. Just hope it doesn't mysteriously disappear before you get a chance to check it out."

"Does that happen a lot?" Sam asks.

"Oh, yeah," he says. "Every day."

"Seriously?" Dean says incredulously. "These people make something every day, and every day it mysteriously disappears?"

The teenager nods. "Pretty much."

Sam and Dean share a look. It's pretty clear what their next move is.

Sam shrugs. "Let's get in line."