Back To The Real World

When You're TV is Being Really Weird

"Gabe? What the hell are you doing in my fucking TV?" Sydney yells.

"Well, I figured I'd stop by for a little chat. How are you and Dean doing?" He spats out.

She sits down on the bed that's in front of the TV with her elbows on her knees. What in the hell could he want with me and Dean she thinks to herself.

"He casually flirts with me but it's nothing. He does that with every girl. Why do you care so much now?" she replies with a hint of sass.

"Well, why don't we teach him a lesson. He needs to get a taste of the real world." Gabriel smirks.

"What are you talking about? This is the real world. You truly are as crazy as everyone says."

"Well shall we find out or am I going to have to force you into this until you two play nice? You guys are my favorite ship and my favorite OTP, why don't I prove it? You guys are totally cannon" he challenges.

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about. What the hell is a ship and otp? We are not a boat. Plus, whatever cannon you are talking about, I'm going to use it to blow a hole in that ship and sink it. Jesus Christ you really are a couple fries short of the happy meal"

"SYDNEY, WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY?" Dean shouts from his room, "COULD YOU KEEP IT DOWN? I WOULD LIKE TO GET AT LEAST 5 HOURS OF SLEEP TONIGHT"

Gabriel giggles, "He'd sleep longer if you snuggled with you-"

Dean interrupts Gabriel thankfully. "AND Y/N, TURN YOUR TV DOWN. JESUS CHRIST." There was a pause, "I'M COMING IN THERE. IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU ARE TALKING TO GABE".

She had no idea why Dean would come in but he did. The TV quickly showed Gabriel giving a wink and then suddenly flashing black. There was a knock at the adjacent door. Looking over to see Dean standing in the frame, Sydney prayed he didn't hear everything that you and Gabe had discussed.

"So, I heard you talking to Gabe."

"That smug little bastard" you mumble under your breath "Did you hear everything that he said?" you ask cautiously

"Yeah, it was crystal clear. It's like the TV was turned up all the way" he hinted. "Plus, what the hell is a ship?"

"I don't even know, nor want to find out" Sydney replies back with a yawn. "Well, I'm tired as fuck from cooking so I'm going to bed. Night Dean"

"Good night Syd. Sleep tight"

Too bad she didn't know how different that next morning would be...

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She wakes up the next morning in a room that is definitely not one of the bunker's. The bed is much bigger than the ones that she usually sleeps in. She is being spooned by someone so she rolls over groggily. Scared to see who it is she squeezes her eyes shut. Slowly opening them, Sydney sees that Dean Winchester is the one gripping her tightly and holding her in the warm safety of his arms. What the hell.  So many thoughts running through her head like "WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING HELL ARE YOU DOING SLEEPING WITH DEAN FUCKING WINCHESTER" and "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU IN A KING BED. THERE AREN'T ANY OF THESE IN THE BUNKER." and lastly, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU". Rolling ever-so-quietly out of bed, she goes and looks around wherever the hell they are. Downstairs there are some chattering noises and the clinking of pots and pans. Almost like someone is cooking. Quietly opening what looks like the master bedroom door, she walks out. The smell of fresh squeezed orange juice and powdered sugar fills your nose. Carefully going to the top of the staircase, she looks down to see if she could see anyone or anything.

"Hello?" you carefully say as you walk down the wood staircase, "Is there anybody down there?"

An unfamiliar voice speaks up "Yes, Mrs. Ackles! Good morning! I have just started making breakfast. I am making french toast for you and Jensen!"

"Oh that sounds wonderful. Wait. Where am I and who is Jensen?" Sydney asks in confusion.

"Oh honey! You must have hit your head harder than I expected when you fell down the stairs last night! Oh look, there's Jensen now!" she replies with concern.

At the top of the stairs, Dean stands with a messy bedhead. He's wearing nothing but an old grey t-shirt and blue and black plaid pajama bottoms. He looks about as confused as you are. He slowly comes down the stairs with a worried and scared look on his face.

"Sydney, who the hell is this lady and where the hell are we?" Dean whispers in her ear as he hugs Sydney "good morning".

"Dean, I have no fucking clue but this lady says your name is Jensen. What the hell is going on?" she whispers back.

The lady cooking chuckles and says, "You two are my favorite married couple to cook and clean for. I am so blessed to be working for The Ackles!" Sydney and Dean turn and look at each other with the same shocked expression and in unison you say surprisedly "WE'RE MARRIED?!"