Supernaturally Screwed (Dean Winchester)

Chapter Two: Wasn't It All Just A Dream?

I woke up and walked into my bath room and took a shower. I stepped out and walked to my sink in my towel and started to brush my teeth. I rinsed my mouth and stepped back. I choked air; yes I’m talented, as I saw a big red angry gash on my arm.

“Holy shit” I poked it and winced. I grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and bandaged it up.

I changed into some sweats and paced around in my apartment “How can may arm, have that, when I know it was a dream… right?”

I stop and walked cautiously over to my kitchen, where the hole was and stepped onto the floor, it’s solid.

Okay, so I had some weird dream, that I know for a fact I shouldn't’t have had, and I wake up with a gash on my arm, in the exact same place I had gotten attacked by ‘Hook Man’.

I need to look into this.

I ran up my stairs and pulled my lap top out and googled ‘Hook Man’ it came up with legends, but then on the second page, it came up with the television show, Supernatural. I clicked on it just to make sure, and my face was right there.

Oh my god.

I looked and looked at different sites, my face all there.

It was real?

How could it be real though?!

I searched ‘The Hook Man, Supernatural watch online’, since I don’t have it here.

I watched it in shock, oh my god.

It’s me!

I’m on the show!

How is this possible?!

I quickly went onto others, but each time I finished them, I forget what happens in them.

What the hell is going on?!

I start to do some research on my name on Google.

Millions of thing’s came up,  fan fictions to discussions to screen savers, and I’ve only been in one episode… right?

I picked up my phone and called Carla “Yellow?”

“Carla, you know Emiko in Supernatural?”

“Yeah, she’s awesome”

“Don’t you think she looks like me?” I say as I go through Google Images, of me.

“That’s a bit conceited Emi”

“I’m serious!”

“Whatever, I got a date, bye!” she hanged up on me.

You know what; I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I ordered manuals and went through every site; I picked up a leather book and started to write down whole thing’s about Demon’s to Possession to White Widows.

It was as if I wasn’t even in control of myself, I just wrote it as I found it, doing my research thoroughly as I copied the Winchesters manual.

In six hour’s I was finished. I flicked through my detailed drawings and neat but messy writing.

I dropped it and stood and started to pace “It’s okay, you’re not crazy. It’s just a stupid dream. You will forget about it Emi, and you will not search or watch another thing concerning that make believe show” I soothed myself.

I smiled, now, to get on with life.

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~Six Weeks Later~

I walked down the park, my thick glasses and camera in front of my face as I snapped a photo of some flowers.

I took two week’s off of work; I needed to relax… well, that’s what my boss said.

I’ve been stressed because at work, which was why I had that strange dream.

She took it as an ‘I need a time off’ thing, which I suites me fine.

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I walked through the park, noticing not many people that were actually inside the park, I wonder why? It’s sunny- oh wait, they’re at work… sucker’s.

I walked over to a huge oak tree and pointed my camera up and snapped a picture.

I walked around the tree and saw a whole in the side. I stopped and stared at it, my mind egging me to check it out.

I walked to it and put my face next to it. I then put my hand through it, and I was pulled through.

Oh my god.

It’s happening, AGAIN!