A few weeks ago my sister Maggie and I went to our parents' house for our mother's birthday. We live in the city and they live out on a farm, so we don't get to see them very often. Dad decided to take us all out for dinner, so we were in the back seat of our parents' car giggling and whispering about our favorite subject, Supernatural. And of course our favorite gorgeous hunters, Sam and Dean. Now you need to understand that although we are well into our twenties, we act like a couple of teenagers when it comes to Sam and Dean.
So there we were doing what we usually do, talking about the boys and doing some mutual daydreaming. Maggie turned in her seat and took both my hands and said "Oh my God, Katie, wouldn't it be awesome if we were riding in the backseat of THEIR car? I mean, can you just imagine it?
I laughed and said "Oh yeah, I can see that very clearly. That would be a blast!"
All of a sudden everything around us kind of shimmered and warped for a few seconds, and when it cleared we were definitely NOT in our parents car anymore.
At that point, several things happened at once, and things were pretty chaotic for a while. It was only a few seconds in time I'm sure, but it seemed much longer.
Katie screamed, "Oh my God!!"
A male voice yelled, "What the fuck!"
Another male voice yelled, "Who the hell are you?"
The car suddenly veered to the right into what we later could see was the very back area of a parking lot for a truck stop, and stopped so suddenly Maggie and I were thrown into the back of the front seats. By the time we righted ourselves our car doors were open and we were looking down the barrels of two guns being pointed at us, held by none other than our secret lovers, Sam and Dean Winchester.
I looked out my door into Dean's face and I can't tell you all the things that were running through my mind at that very second. First, I realized this was either really Dean Winchester or we somehow got transported to the Supernatural set, which I immediately discarded. I realized that these were probably real guns being pointed at us and we were likely in real danger. I realized that somehow when we were wishing to be here something made it happen. And I realized that Dean was even more gorgeous in person than he was in the show. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was trying desperately to calm down and actually breathe.
We both had our hands up, and I heard Maggie saying something to Sam on her side but my brain didn't register what it was. Finally I DID register that Dean was using his angry/scared/pissed off face and yelling at us to tell him who the hell we were. I said, "Wait a minute okay? We aren't dangerous! We aren't monsters, we are humans okay? Please Dean, Sam, put the guns down so we can talk. It's really scary having them pointed at us."
Dean looked puzzled for a minute and glanced over at Sam. Then he asked "How do you know who we are?"
I took a few deep breaths and said, "Look, Dean, we can and we will answer all your questions but it's going to be hard for you to believe it so please, I'm asking you, put the guns away and let us talk! I'm not answering anything with a gun pointed at me!" At that point I was getting a bit irritated myself.
Dean looked over at Sam and they both motioned with their guns for us to get out of the car, and move around to the back. Sam opened the trunk and Maggie and I looked at each other and we both said, "Here it comes!" Sure enough, Sam threw holy water on us and Dean sprinkled us with salt. They touched us with silver and iron and a few other things I didn't recognize and then Dean got out his blade.
Maggie held out her arm but I put my hands out like to push him away and I said, "Oh no, you are NOT going to cut my arm like you cut yours all the time." I looked at his arms and saw that he actually had scars on his arm from all the times he had done that!
"Why the hell not?" he yelled.
At this point I was yelling a bit myself. "Because it freaking hurts, that's why. I never understood why you had to make a two inch cut to prove you bleed red. You wanna cut me, fine, I understand, but you do it gently and just enough to draw blood, okay?"
Dean seemed a bit nonplussed at that. He looked over at Sam again, who didn't say anything, but he shrugged and made his "Whatever" face. Then they both used their blades to cut us, just barely enough to draw blood, and I giggled. I looked at Maggie and said, "We're on the wrong sides!"
She giggled back and said, "I know, I've been thinking that already."
They both looked puzzled again and Sam asked, "What does that mean?"
Maggie and I exchanged another glance complete with giggles and I said, "Oh nothing important, just an inside joke." There was NO WAY I was gonna tell them that I was totally in love with Sam, and Maggie's heartthrob was Dean, all the way!
By this time the boys were looking a lot less angry/scared/stressed and mostly the puzzled was left on their faces.
Dean closed the lid of the trunk and said, "Okay look, there's a diner here and I'm starving. Let's hash this out over burgers. But you better understand I'm still on my guard!"
"I wouldn't have it any other way," I said smiling, as we walked toward the door of the diner.