01 || VANESSA

Hard rain pelted down onto the roof and against the windows, as it had done all day. Typical Irish weather. If it wasn't raining it was blowing a gale or just dull and gloomy. It was rare to see the sun much in Ireland, something Vanessa was often thankful for.

Vanessa liked the wet and windy weather, despite it being an absolute nightmare on her hair. Anytime she'd step foot outside she ended up looking like a cartoon character who'd been electrocuted, their hair sticking up in all directions.

But still, she loved it.

It was closing time at the restaurant Vanessa worked at and being the sous chef meant she was usually one of the last people to leave for the night. Tonight was a slow night, Mondays usually were, so there wasn't as much cleaning up to do as there had been over the weekend.

Vanessa was wiping down the counters, the sound of the rain was all that could be heard as it continued to patter against the building, most likely going to stay that way all night. It was peaceful, and it got even better when a loud rumble of thunder echoed above her.

If there was one thing Vanessa liked more than regular wet and windy weather, it was thunderstorms.

"Ness, that's me off!" Zack, the head chef, called over to her as he zipped up his coat, his thick Irish accent barely understandable.

"All right, I'll see you tomorrow!" Vanessa called back, her own accent was strong but not as strong as Zack's, unless she got angry, then it sounded like she was speaking in tongues.

"See you tomorrow!" Zack's voice faded and was followed by the door opening, the loud patter of the rain and then the door slamming shut, leaving only Vanessa left in the building.

It didn't take her long to finish wiping down the counters, throwing the crumbs into the sink before untying her apron and hanging it up. A few loose curls had fallen from her bun and she blew them gently from her face as she grabbed her coat, zipping it up fully and pulling her hood over her head of ginger hair.

Vanessa gave the kitchen one last look round before nodding in satisfaction and switching off the light. The rain hit her immediately as she stepped outside, her fabric coat already soaked before she'd even managed to lock the door. She should really invest in a new proper rain coat.

Luckily enough, Vanessa lived barely a five minute walk away from the restaurant which meant she wouldn't have to be outside long, not that she cared. There was something comforting about a walk in the rain, especially at night. Had Vanessa lived in a big city or even a larger town she'd be scared to walk alone at night, but this was a small town, the population being that of around 500, so she wasn't all that worried.

Splashes of her feet in the puddles followed her down the road, it lit up well by the streetlights and the interior lights of the houses surrounding her. A loud rumble of thunder made her jump as she turned the corner towards her house, passing the local shop on her way. She took a mental note to stop by tomorrow morning before work, she needed bread.

Vanessa lived in a small bungalow that had been passed down throughout her family, inherited from her grandmother who passed a few years back. It was a quiet neighbourhood, those who lived there were mainly older couples, some retired and some nearing it.

Vanessa was quiet herself, she wasn't the rowdy or party type, much preferring to stay at home during her spare time, watching movies or baking for the neighbours. Tonight was no exception as she planned on showering, changing into her pyjamas and curling up in bed with a horror flick on the TV and a cup of tea in her hands, perfection.

Except tonight seemed to go nothing like that as when Vanessa stepped into her apartment, shaking droplets of rain off her hood before hanging up her coat, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

"Great, first I cut my hand slicing onions and now I'm having a heart attack." Vanessa mumbled to herself as she stumbled further into her living room, her hand pressed firm against her chest as she took slow, deep, breaths.

Vanessa's vision began to blur, the now burning pain inside her chest becoming unbearable as she fell to her knees, doing her best to crawl towards the phone. However, she never made it to the phone, instead she passed out.

Only, when Vanessa's head hit the floor, it wasn't her floor, not anymore. Instead it was the floor of a certain house she'd only ever seen on TV...

-

The boards creaked under their feet as Dean and Bobby made their way back upstairs, giving one last glance towards Sam who lay unconscious in the panic room.

"He'll bounce back." Bobby said reassuringly, although he had his doubts. It's not often someone gets their soul put back inside their body after it spending over 100 years in Hell, with Lucifer.

"Yeah, he will." Dean added, trying his hardest to believe his own words when he too doubted them. But Sam was strong, if anyone could get through this, he could.

"I don't know about you but I need a drink." Bobby ran his hand down his face, scratching absently at his beard while Dean huffed out a breath of agreement.

The two of them reached the top of the stairs, making their way towards the kitchen when Dean stopped dead in his tracks, Bobby bumping into the back of him with an oof.

"What are you-" Bobby's sentence was cut off as he spotted what made Dean stop, brow furrowing as his eyes flicked between Dean and the unconscious red-head lying on his library floor.

"Bobby, why is Victoria from Twilight passed out on your floor?" Dean turned back to Bobby who looked at him in confusion, from both the girl and the fact that Dean, of all people, referenced Twilight.

Dean noticed the raised eyebrow Bobby was giving him and his face fell, his lips pressing together as he realised what he'd just said.

"It's a guilty pleasure, alright. I don't need to explain myself to you, Tori Spelling." Dean muttered sarcastically, eyes wide as he looked at Bobby, whose own face dropped before twisting into a look of annoyance.

Dean turned back to the woman on the floor, approaching her cautiously as Bobby followed behind. He crouched next to her, gently rolling her over so he could see her face. Her pale skin was slightly damp and covered in freckles. The ends of her hair darker than the rest as they hung messily from the remainder of her bun.

Dean nudged her shoulder, hoping to ease her awake but she didn't budge. For a second he thought she was dead but her chest was still moving and he could feel her breath from her slightly parted lips.

"Do you know her?" Bobby asked, rounding Dean to stand on the other side of the girl.

"Never seen her before in my life." Dean looked up at him, eyebrows knitted together as though he was thinking hard to see if maybe he did meet her at one point, but he couldn't place her. As far as he knew, she was a complete stranger, who just happened to appear in Bobby's living room.

"I don't smell no sulfur so she ain't a demon... Angel maybe?"

"Maybe." Dean exhaled before he lifted her up, gently placing her down on the couch, before looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. "Castiel, please get your feathered ass down here-"

"Hello Dean." Castiel's deep voice came from behind them and his head tilted a little to the left as he caught sight of the unconscious woman on the couch who wasn't there ten minutes ago when he left. "Who is that?"

"We were hoping you could tell us." Dean turned to face the angel, who approached him slowly. "She just appeared on the floor, we thought maybe she's an angel?"

"She's no angel." Castiel moved past Dean, crouching down before the woman. "Interesting."

"What?" Dean asked, his arms folded across his chest, looking down at Castiel who glanced back up at him.

"This girl... She appears to be from the future, but not our future." Castiel straightened, not noticing the highly confused looks on Dean and Bobby's face at the casual tone in which Castiel spoke.

"Care to elaborate on that a little?" Dean replied, voice ladened with frustration.

"It seems as though this girl is from another universe." Castiel's eyes moved between Dean and Bobby, his words not doing anything to ease their confusion.

"Another universe? What like a parallel world? Those exist?" Dean's eyes widened, first angels and the devil himself turn out to be real and now parallel worlds? What's next, aliens? Mermaids? The Loch Ness Monster?

"It's more of an alternate reality. There has been much speculation amongst angels and demons as to whether such worlds exist, most thought them to be nothing more than a myth, myself included. But this girl... She proves their very existence." Castiel's lips rose a little, almost forming a smile at this new found knowledge.

"Can you wake her up so we can see how the hell she ended up in my living room?" Bobby turned to Castiel who nodded, placing two fingers on the girls forehead.

Slowly she began to wake, her eyelids fluttering open and her face falling confused at the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't her house. She looked to the men next to her, her eyes widening at the sight of what appeared to be the cast of 'Supernatural'.

"Jensen Ackles?"

"Who?" Dean questioned, the puzzled look on his face appearing once again.

"Misha?" The girls eyes squinted at Castiel, who once again tilted his head in confusion.

"I think you have us mixed up with someone else." Bobby's words caught her attention and she turned to him.

"Mixed up with people with weird ass names... What the hell kinda name is Jensen?" Bobby shot Dean a stern look as he muttered to himself.

"I'm dreaming. Of course I am. Or I'm dead, that seems more likely." The heavy Irish accent flooded the room as the girl sat up.

"Dead? Why would think that?" Castiel asked, squinting at the girl to try and get a read on her, which he couldn't.

"The last thing I remember was feeling this really intense pain in my chest, like someone had poured lava down my throat. Then I guess I passed out and now I'm here... in Supernatural for some reason."

"Supernatural?" Dean whispered, wondering what the hell Chuck's books had to do with any of this.

"You got a name kid?" Bobby asked her, ignoring Dean's ramblings.

"Vanessa." She gulped harshly, her throat as dry as a desert. "Vanessa Monroe."

"Well, Vanessa, do you have any idea how the hell you ended up in my living room?"

"It's obvious, I'm clearly dead and this is Heaven or I'm dreaming because you guys..." She pointed towards them. "Are nothing but characters in a TV show."

"TV show? What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby glanced over at Dean who seemed just as lost as he was, even Castiel had no idea how to respond to that.

"You're Bobby Singer, he's Dean Winchester and that's Castiel, the angel." Vanessa pointed at each of them, her finger remaining on Castiel before it dropped back to her side as she looked around them. "And... where is Sam?"

"Hold up, you're saying that our lives are a TV show?" Dean asked in shock, books were bad enough but a TV show? That was just too far.

"Yeah, and a pretty popular one too." Vanessa rubbed her eyes, hoping when they opened again she'd be back home or at least somewhere else but she wasn't. She was still sitting in Bobby's living room with fictional characters staring at her like she'd just grown a second head.

"So what, in this alternate world or whatever, there's a TV based off of you two?" Bobby turned to Dean who just made a bunch on unintelligible noises, his hands moving in front of him as he stood there in disbelief.

"Alternate world?" Vanessa's own face fell, her eyebrows furrowing as she began to suspect that she might not really be dead, or dreaming. Drugs maybe? That seemed more accurate.

"You are very much alive. You seem to have been pulled from your universe into ours. How? We don't know." Castiel explained, as if that made any sense to her because she looked at him, dumbfounded and blinking fast.

"No." Vanessa shook her head, clearly she was dreaming as there's no way anything like that truly exists outside of TV. But then she remembered... that episode, the one where Balthazar sent Sam and Dean into a world where they were actors on a TV show. No. This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. Castiel was here and Misha had died in that universe...

Unless she was from a different one, one where the show ended, as she did recall there being like fifteen seasons. And there was a whole big thing about alternate worlds in the later seasons, not that she really paid attention to those. She was still bitter that they killed off Crowley and brought Mary back of all people. But then, what season was this? Bobby was still alive, and his house was still standing so it must be early on in the show. Oh God, had she time travelled too?

"What year is it?" Vanessa asked, her voice cracking as she dreaded the answer to that question.

"2011."

"Fuck." She swung her legs over the edge of the couch, her face in her hands. Did this mean she'd have to live through 2020 again? She wasn't strong enough for that.

"What year is it, was it, for you?" Dean asked, making her look up at him, still in denial.

"2023."

"...23?" Bobby repeated, eyes moving from Vanessa to Dean as they all tried to come to terms with this rather bizarre situation.

"2011, what season was that?" Vanessa muttered to herself, her accent covering most of her words and making it hard for Dean and Bobby to understand her. "Where is Sam?"

"He's downstairs, in the panic room... Why?" Dean asked sceptically over her concern for Sam.

Vanessa forehead creased as she thought about which season she was in, she was never any good with dates and often times she got shows timelines mixed up. Clearly it had to be before the Leviathans as Bobby was still here, which meant... Vanessa's eyes widened as she realised just what part of the show she'd ended up in.

"Lemme guess, Sam just got his soul back?" Vanessa's question made the men share a look with each other before their attention fell back onto her.

"And how would you know about Sam's soul?" Bobby questioned, his tone stern and harsh as he was beginning to not trust her.

"TV show, remember... I've seen it."

"How many seasons of this show is there anyway?" Dean asked her, curiously.

"Fifteen." Dean's mouth literally dropped, how could anyone stick watching their lives for fifteen seasons? Who would even want to in the first place? Their lives weren't fun, they weren't exciting. They were just... sad and traumatic.

"Fifteen... And you've seen them all? You know everything about our lives?"

"Pretty much. The last three I've only seen like once but the first twelve, I've seen a few times."

"Say we believe you... which I don't know if I do..." Bobby began. "Tell us something that only we would know."

"Hold on a minute, she could have easily read the books." Dean added. "They ended on what, Sam going to hell? Tell us something that happens after that."

"I just mentioned Sam getting his soul back, isn't that enough?"

"No." Dean said bluntly and Vanessa rolled her eyes, she should have known that wasn't. Dean always was a stubborn ass.

She thought to herself, hard, about season six but it was tricky, she never really liked this season, always skipped the first half. One, because of Samuel and two because the first half had a severe lack of Crowley, she always loved him...

Wait. Samuel, of course.

"Samuel." Vanessa said quickly, her eyes falling on Dean. "You're grandfather is alive and he's spent the last year hunting alphas with Sam."

Surely that was enough.

"What else?" Dean asked, still not fully believing her.

Or maybe not.

"Uh... I know about Lisa and Ben." Dean flinched a little at their names, still finding it hard to think about what he left behind. "And Bobby, I know about Omaha."

Bobby's face dropped and her words were enough to make him believe that she was telling the truth, after all, how else would she know about that when it was something only he and Rufus knew about.

"And Cas, I know about you and-" Vanessa's mouth snapped shut. Actually, maybe she shouldn't say that. That would only cause trouble and she wasn't sure whether she was able to stop things from happening or if she had to let them play out as intended. Hopefully she wouldn't have to worry about that and they could send her back to her own world asap.

"And who?" Dean squinted at her, eager to hear her answer.

"Raphael. The angel civil war or whatever. You're up against him aren't you?" Vanessa managed to save herself and pretend she hadn't just almost outed Castiel who she knew was working with Crowley, who she knew was still alive.

"I am." Castiel nodded before he stepped forward. "Do you know how I can beat him? Did you see it?"

"I-I don't think I should tell you guys anything else, especially not about the future." Vanessa finally stood up, walking away from the couch and past the men.

"But you could help, you could-"

"No. I can't." Vanessa cut Dean off, her voice becoming irritated. "I don't belong here so if you could please maybe figure out a way to get me back to my own world that'd be grand."

"I'm afraid that may not be possible." Castiel's words hit her like a punch to the gut.

"What?" Vanessa stared at him, blinking fast as her breathing increased. She couldn't end up trapped here, in a world full of demons and monsters, she wasn't cut out for this.

"Why not?" Vanessa asked harshly, her accent sharp.

"Until this very moment, alternate worlds were nothing more than a myth. There's no lore, no spells, nothing do with them only theories." Castiel explained and Vanessa ran her hands through her messy hair, her fingers catching in the end that was still tied together by her scrunchie. She pulled her hair free, allowing it to fall against her back.

"But in the show... Balthazar, he-he preformed some spell... one that sent Sam and Dean into another world, how could that be possible?" Vanessa's voice was low, almost breaking at the thought of being stuck here.

"I don't know." Castiel said sympathetically. "It must not have been a real alternate world. I'm sorry, but I think you're stuck here."

"Perfect." Vanessa muttered, making her way back over to the couch and slumping onto it. "As if my life couldn't get any feckin' worse."

"Feckin'?" Dean repeated to himself. Strange word.

"Where are you from anyway?" Bobby pulled a chair over, sitting facing Vanessa as he couldn't help but feel for her and he also couldn't place her accent. It was either Irish or Scottish but he couldn't quite get it.

"Small town in Ireland." Vanessa replied, sniffling a little and trying to hold back her tears.

Irish then.

"You got a family?" Bobby asked her carefully, hoping the topic wouldn't cause her to meltdown in front of them at the thought of never seeing them again.

"No." Vanessa shook her head, not adding anything else to her answer as they didn't need to know.

"Job?"

"I, uh, I'm a sous chef." Her answer seemed to make Dean's ears perk up a little. A chef, huh? Maybe they'd finally start getting some decent food around here.

"I know this must be hard for you..." Castiel began, seemingly cringing at the glare Vanessa gave him.

"You don't say." Vanessa didn't mean to snap at him, after all she always loved Castiel too but it was still hard for her to believe that this was actually real and not some weird fever dream.

There had to be some way for her to her home, someone she could get to send her home. Think Vanessa, think. Who would have enough power to send her home? An archangel? Only Raphael was left so she doubted that... Oh God, maybe she really was trapped here.

Wait. That's it. God.

Maybe he could send her home? Although how would she even go about getting his attention? It's not like he answers prayers. But if this really was the show she knew then she remembered that Chuck wrote this story and liked how it was going, until he didn't and unleashed literal Hell on them but let's just hope he wasn't like that...yet. So maybe if she posed a threat to his story, he would show up and send her home.

She had to try right? I mean, what more could she lose?

"I need some air." Vanessa stood up and the guys nodded, Dean moving to the side and pointing towards the back door.

Was it a smart idea letting her leave? Probably not but where else would she go?

Vanessa nodded in thanks and headed outside, the gravel crunching beneath her as she walked further into the scrapyard that she still couldn't believe she was standing in.

"Uh, okay... Here goes..." Vanessa took a breath before she closed her eyes. "Hey Chuck, I don't know if you're listening but I could use your help... Please..."

"Wow, was not expecting this." Vanessa spun on her heels at the voice, the small figure of Chuck standing behind her.

That was... easier than she thought.

"I don't usually get prayers from people calling me Chuck..." He stepped forward, his hands clasped in front of him as he eyed her. "You're not from here, are you?"

"Apparently not." Vanessa agreed with a tilt of her head. "Apparently I'm from an alternate world that I'm really hoping you can send me back to. Could you? Maybe? Please?"

"No."

No? Was that it?

"What? Why?" Vanessa asked in shock, she hadn't expected Chuck of all people to be happy that she was here.

"Because I don't want to. Because I'm curious as to the outcome of this little scenario." He grinned giddily as he waved his hands before him.

"But you know I've seen the future? Seen what you become..." Vanessa knew it was a touchy subject, but she had to tell him she knew the truth.

"What I could become, if I wanted to. Which now that I think about it, I kinda don't... After all, you saw how that went for me so instead I think I'll keep you here, see how the story goes with someone who knows the ending."

"But I don't belong here. I don't want to be here!" Vanessa couldn't help but yell as she stepped forward, Chuck not even flinching at her change in tone.

"Tough." His tone was a little stronger and there was a hint of anger in his eyes but he remained calm.

"But..." Vanessa trailed off, her eyes watering as she blinking furiously. "How did I even get here?"

"No idea." Chuck shrugged, any hints of anger gone and replaced with amusement. "But you're stuck here so... enjoy."

"Wait." Vanessa said abruptly before he could disappear. "Does this mean I can change things? Stop things from happening? Save people?"

"If you want to...yes." And with that, Chuck vanished, leaving Vanessa standing alone in the scrapyard.

What the hell was she going to do now?

-okay first chapter... I really hope this was good and that you guys liked it because honestly i had no idea where i was going with it...

and i hope it didn't seem rushed or whatever in her a) believing it was real and b) realising chuck could send her home only to find out he wouldn't and she was stuck there

so yeah... let me know if you liked it and if you want to see more of vanessa's story!