My story begins in a strange, depressing way. I suggest that you kick back and relax because trust me, none of this is going to sound realistic in the slightest. You're going to call this off as me being crazy, obsessed even, but believe what you want to believe. This story is about how I change two brothers worlds upside down. Specifically, the Winchester brothers.
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I watched through a window as the sun went down, my thoughts beginning to swirl
'Why am I still here?' I wondered for the millionth time 'Do I really deserve this?'
I shifted slightly from my position on the bathroom floor as my thoughts began to consume me
'You're worthless'
The thought screamed in my head over and over again 'worthless.. Worthless.. Worthle-'
I slammed my hands against my head, and started to pull at my hair
"Stop." I whimpered softly "Stop thinking this way!"
I pleaded with myself for what seemed like hours. As time passed, the blood covering my body began to dry, my cuts and bruises began to burn less and less. I looked down at my body and my heart sank at the sight. My thick body was a canvas of my father's work. A single tear rolled slowly down my cheek as I questioned why I even put up with all the things he does. I was 25! I shouldn't be controlled by my father like I am.
However, these thoughts didn't change anything. I was still on the floor, still not lifting a finger to change anything.
I jumped as the sound of a slamming door roared throughout the house
"Emma!" My fathers voice screamed.
I quickly got to my feet, my heart racing, plans of escaping running through my mind. However, my plans were short lived as my vision began to fade "what?" I croaked softly
Then, there was darkness.
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My body slammed against a hard floor, a few voices gasped
"What the hell!?" One managed to shout
I loud whimper escaped my lips as pain erupted throughout my body
"Dean! She's hurt!" A familiar voice said quickly, hands was now on my shoulder and head as I was carefully lifted into a sitting position. I opened up my eyes slowly, my vision was blurry, but I could faintly make out familiar figure with long hair carefully watching over my with concern
"Hey," he said softly "are you alright?"
"Sam?" I asked softly, my voice didn't seem to be able to talk much louder
His eyes widened slightly as he nodded his head "Yeah." He said carefully "How did you know that?" He questioned
I looked into his eyes, questioning what was happening "You aren't suppose to be real.." I looked at my surroundings and quickly inhaled my breath "Dean" his name seemed to come out as a breath, earning a questioning look from the man
"And who the hell are you?" He stated harshly
I winched as pain erupted throughout my body once again
"Dean, questions later, we have to get her to a hospital, or call Cas."
"Like hell we do!" Dean spat "She randomly crashes into the middle of our room, knows who we are, and says that we aren't suppose to be real? Yeah Sammy, that's not suspicious at all!" He said angrily
"Supernatural." I whispered softly "You're suppose to be apart of a show called Supernatural."
Sam and Dean snapped their attention back towards me "What's our names?" Sam asked
"Sam and Dean" I said, confused
"No no," Dean said, more softly than before "Our actors names."
"Jared and Jensen."
Sam and Dean looked at one another and nodded
"Cas!" Dean shouted "Get your feathery ass down here!"
Not even a second went by before slight breeze went throughout the room"Hello Dean." I voice said calmly.
'Cas' I thought
"What's the issue?"
"The issue is this" Dean stated, motioning towards me
Suddenly, Cas was at my side opposite of Sam
"You're not from here." He said simply
Sam and Dean let out a sigh
"God damn Cas, you didn't do this?" Dean said, clearly irritated
"No, I didn't. This wasn't a work of an angel either, our powers don't work in her world"
"Well then what the hell could have done this" Dean asked
"A god" Cas said as he reached to touch my forehead, a warmth spread throughout my body, causing the pain to disappear.
Sam moved away from me, allowing me to get up slowly and look at the men standing in front of me. My breathing quickened as I looked at each of them
Dean was the fist one to speak
"Why the hell would a god do this" he said, motioning up and down towards me
Cas simply shrugged his shoulders "Gods work in mysterious ways Dean."
Dean rolled his eyes and then looked into my eyes, my heart seemed to stop.
"What's your name?" He asked softly, completely different from how he was moments before
Tears filled my eyes "Emma" I said softly "Emma Mae"
Deans face filled with worry as tears began to fall
"Why are you crying?" He asked, clearly uncomfortable by the sudden change of atmosphere
"I'm just overwhelmed" I said as I quickly cleaned up my tears "Sorry." I mumbled.
Dean looked into my eyes a moment more before looking back towards Sam and Cas
"Okay guys, what exactly is it that we plan to do here?" Dean questioned
before anyone could say anything, I cleared my throat, gaining everyone's attention yet again
"We find a way to get me back" I stated simply "That's the right thing to do after all."
They all watched me carefully as my walls began to crumble. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to stay here. Real or not, dream or reality, I knew one thing. I don't want this to end
Cas seemed to know what I was thinking, and gave me a look with his eyebrows raised
"Now that, isn't at all true." He said
Dean and Sam looked at Cas confusingly before turning towards me
"What does he mean?" Sam asked, walking over towards one of the two beds that had red sheets over it
My eyes followed him before I spoke
"I-" I struggled to find words as Sam sat down "It's selfish. It's just this doesn't seem real, and I don't want it to end."
"Well Emma," Dean placed his hand on my shoulder gently "this-" he motioned towards the room with his free hand "is real. Like it or not, this is real."
I looked into Deans beautiful green eyes, much like all the times before while watching the computer screen. However, this time it was different. I could feel his light breath blowing my hair, I could smell bear and nature as it seemed to consume him. I was looking into the eyes of someone very real, and he was looking right back at me.
