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Jocelyn opened her eyes into the shadowy hallway that was so different from the Florissant lit hallway in her apartment complex. The walls were lined with books and the floor was a worn out oak. Stilled in shock from the sudden and very dramatic change in scenery she called out to the emptiness of the space. She heard the sounds of chairs being slid across the wooden floor and then from somewhere behind her the cocking mechanism of a 9mm Glock.
“Who are you?” A deep voice shocked Jocelyn and she closed her eyes again, tears welling up. When she opened them she was facing a tall man with a wicked looking knife. “Walk!”
She felt the muzzle of the gun press into the back of her neck pushing her forward towards the man with the knife. He moved backwards towards a doorway where yet another man with a shotgun stood, his round face grizzled with time and stress. They led her into the new room and to a chair that they then pushed into. She felt a cool splash of water fall across her face and the warm descent of her tears was now unstoppable.
“Well she sure as hell ain’t a demon.” The grizzled old man was speaking and Jocelyn felt familiarity stirring in her mind.
She wiped the blurry tears from her eyes and glanced around the room that she was now in. The books, the musty old floors, the moth eaten wallpaper were now shockingly clear. The men were now staring at her with strangling intent. She had been here before she would wake up and be home in her room in the apartment with her friend Annie and the elusive mouse (Ned) they shared the place with. Not in the fictional home of Bobby Singer with the Winchester brothers staring her down. This was just some really elaborate dream, with really realistic senses. She would wake up she had too.
She wasn’t waking up though. She was sitting on a chair in the middle of Bobby Singer’s living room crying quietly and she was not waking up. There was no strange beeping alerting her that she needed to wake up for class shaking her out of this world. She hadn’t been asleep when she had gotten pulled into this place. The logical explanations as to why she was here were quickly draining away.
Something sharp ran across her arm and Jocelyn sucked in a breath tears still falling silently down her cheeks. Blood dripped thick and red down her fingers; she glanced at it with disconnected awe. If anything was going to draw her out of a dream it would have been the silver blade, but there was no denying the strangeness of her situation now not when she was bleeding on Bobby’s old tattered rug.
“You can stop crying now sweetheart we aren’t gonna kill ya.” Dean was talking even though Jocelyn couldn’t see him she could tell it was him. Annie had always said that you could tell Dean’s voice from a mile off. She would say that it was too deep and ragged to be anyone else’s. Thinking about Annie made her cry harder. Annie would be getting back from work and she would be worried.
“Balls, Dean you made ‘er cry even worse,” Bobby was right in front of her now squatting to look into her face. “He don’t mean to be such an id’jit. He just inn’t good at not being one.”
Jocelyn laughed through her tears at him. Bobby smiled at her. He didn’t mind her so much now that he knew she wasn’t a demon.
“What’s your name?” that had to be Sam the care and measure of his voice said so.
“Jocelyn,” she eeped out softly. The sound of it startled her.
“Pretty name sweetheart,” Bobby was still squatting in front of the chair.
“Great we know her name now you mind telling why you’re in this house? And while you’re at it why don’t ya tell me what the hell you are? You sure as hell aren’t any monster I’ve ever seen and this place is basically angel proof so…” Dean let his voice trail off when he caught the look on Bobby’s face.
“Human,” she didn’t stutter like she thought it might and her voice was clear even if it was soft. “I don’t know how I got here.”
The tears were still running down her face, but she was trying very hard to control the shaking. Dean looked up the sky in indignation. They did not need this not when they had so much crap going on with Eve and Crowley; Too much crap to pile on some little brat with that. She looked like she was eighteen at the outside and she had been crying forever it felt like. He would give her credit though she hadn’t even flinched when her had sliced up her arm. Hell she didn’t even to care that she was bleeding all over herself.
“Come on my give her a break,” Sam elbowed his brother in the ribs and Dean glared at him. “She is scared just be nice.”
Dean gritted his teeth at that he was always nice.
“Sweety you are gonna be fine.” Bobby was talking calmly to Jocelyn. “Do you know where you are from? Or what you are doin’ here?”
She looked up and Bobby smiled a very lop sided grin and Jocelyn took a long breath hoping to calm her nerves.
“I know where I’m from.” She took another breath to steady herself. “But you won’t believe it. I don’t even know if I believe it.”
“Oh try us honey we know all kinds of unbelievable things,” Dean rolled his eyes at her.
“I don’t think even you would believe this,” Jocelyn put inflection on the ‘you’ in the sentence.
“What’s that supposed to mean honey,” Dean was still a little rough and that comment had roused his suspicion. “How do you know us?”
Dean was close to the chair they had sat her in. Menacing over Jocelyn’s petit stature. She shrunk away from his voice a little. They hadn’t seemed quite so big when she had been watching them from the safety of her home with Annie always making some comment about haw sexy they were or something. They seemed so very hard, so brutal. Less like the men she had made them to be somewhere in her head where she thought they would be sweet even after all they had gone through.
“I…I…I Don’t know where to start, “ She could feel a fresh wave of tears pulling at the back of her throat, but she bit them back fiercely. She had a feeling that they might just piss Dean off.
“How about the where, you know who we are, part,” Bobby moved to sit behind his desk.
“Okay,” She swallowed hard and blinked back the tears still in her eyes. “I know y’all cause where I’m from y’all aren’t hunters you’re TV actors.”
Sam blinked at her a few times, and Dean had stopped blinking. This struck Jocelyn as funny. Big bad Dean who had been to hell and back not even able to blink at what she had just said. She couldn’t help it she began to laugh. There was nothing else to do. It was a completely ridiculous situation.
“Actors?” Bobby’s voice was flat and even. “Okay well that is a new one. You have to give her that.”
“Definitely a new one,” Dean was blinking again and was leaning over eyeing Jocelyn like her face was going to tell him something. “Okay lets just pretend for a second that I believe you. No screw that how the hell are we supposed to believe you?”
“I told you that you won’t,” Jocelyn was matter of fact with this and she thought Annie would have been very proud at her quick jibe, but that thought made her tear up again. “I don’t know how I got here and now I am stuck here and your such an asshole Dean.”
She went quiet as if she had scared herself with that last statement. Sam bit the inside of his lip and hunched his shoulders with the effort to keep him from making noise as he laughed. Bobby grinned, picked up his glass of whiskey, and took a swig. Dean was gaping. Just like that one scared little girl just goes and knocks him of his high horse.
“I don’t know if she is telling us the God’s honest, but I like her,” Bobby was chuckling a bit as he walked around the desk. “Alright sweetheart let’s get your arm all fixed up, and you can tell us all about this world you come from.”
Bobby lifted her arm gently and inspected the wound. After careful cleaning and bandaging Bobby placed it back on her lap. Dean was still pouting when they were done. He had been listening intently as Jocelyn was telling her story, but he refused to look at her she was too small and vulnerable. She kept making sense too, which was making his idea that she was some kind of Raphael spy sent to destroy them seem less and less likely.
Jocelyn was sniffling but the tears had subsided. As she told her story she had begun to feel less fearful. Sam had taken a seat across from her to watch her as she told the men about her life living with Annie and how they were fans of the show. This made Dean cringe a little, he didn’t care for the idea of his life being made into entertainment. They lived hard lives and the idea that someone would use that as cannon fodder bothered him deeply. The story paused for a moment and Jocelyn looked up at Dean, who was still refusing to look her in the eye.
“Where I am from there aren’t any monsters,” She was still talking in a quiet tone. “No one is getting hurt. You guys are just actors there, really good actors and y’all have this cult following and everything. People love you.”
Dean pressed his fingers into his chest avoiding the strange way she seemed to know how he felt about his life being a made for TV disaster. Sam just scrunched his forehead up and took her hand. That gesture seemed to startle Jocelyn and Sam took note that she was still weary of her new situation.
“Damn,” Bobby took another swig of whiskey finished the glass and poured another. “You have come along way sweetheart. Now how are we gonna get you back home?”
The sun was setting now. The events of the day had taken their toll on the girl sitting in the middle of Bobby’s living room. Her arm was now wrapped in white gauss and more importantly she would never look at the world in the same way again. Jocelyn’s very reality was shattered in the millisecond it had taken her to flip on a light switch. It was sinking in and there was an odd calming effect that came with accepting that she was indeed in some alternate reality.
Sam stood up stretching his long arms and Jocelyn watched him. Studying the movement with a shy appreciation. Jared Padeleki was an attractive man, but being here with Sam she could see that they were truly two different people. Jared might play Sam in her world, but Sam was worn were Jared was still fresh with youth. In her mind Sam had always been a baby compared to Dean; this was not true. His eyes were dark passages to tattered memories. Tiny scars curved under his chin following his jaw to where it met his neck; Jared had nothing so rough defining his features. Jocelyn would never look at him the same way. That is if she was ever able to find a way home.
“You hungery?” Dean’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “We can get something if you want I mean you probably are gonna be here for a while might as well not let you starve.”
Jocelyn nodded and Dean scratched the back of his neck . He had never been very good with girls he wasn’t trying to sleep with, and he wasn’t going to be trying that with her. Judging from the way she had been looking at Sam he didn’t think that he would even be in the running.
“I would like some food,” I haven’t eaten anything today. “Thank you.”
She smiled at Dean and he felt a twinge in his chest. After everything that she had gone through today she still said thank you to basic kindness. They were in a crap ton of trouble if she kept up being this sweet. It had been more than a while since these men had see hide or hair of some basic human goodness and they had begun to think it had died out.