Another Friday past and I were still alone with only my crazy slight fan girlish addiction to Supernatural. I'm like totally in love with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki that play the unbelievably sexy Dean and Sam Winchester that are hunters of the things that go bump in the night.
It's not there sex appeal or their badass exterior ways I was what they stood for what they did for people—how they sacrifice their selves on a day basis just to help some people that aren't even grateful. And still they put their lives on a line for people with no reward or pay.
By the way the name is Landers, Skye Landers I'm African American and just turn nineteen, I was in college but only had classes Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I had just gotten out of class and made it home.
Supernatural didn't come on until eight o' clock so I had enough time to change and make a sandwich. I walked into my small bedroom and put on a white wife beater that was cut down the middle that showed off a lot cleavage and dark green short shorts.
I was by myself so I could wear whatever I wanted. I checked the time and say that it wasseven fifty-five so I quickly rushed and made the ham sandwich and the glass of iced tea.
In college I quickly figured out it was I really southern drink and that most people didn't really like iced tea. But anyway, I took my seat on my couch in my apartment and turned the TV on the channel that Supernatural on.
It was starting the opening credits it was recap tonight so I wandered which episode it would be and by looking it was the last episode of season four's Lucifer Rising.I didn't really like the episode but it was my weekly dose of Dean and Sam so I couldn't really complain. Ten minutes into the show the room started shaking.
I tried to move but I couldn't get on my feet. There were never any earthquakes in Texas that I know of, it was weird. Next, the lights started flashing off and on it looked like something right off Supernatural, it was crazy but interesting at the same time.
Then there was a bright flash of light that just got brighter so I covered my eyes. I felt the light dim and it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust even with the glasses I wore.
I looked around and it was my living room I was in. It did look strangely familiar though I just couldn't place it. Looking around I got the craziest idea I knew where I was—it was just too crazy to actually be real.
"You did the spell wrong, Bobby." An all too familiar said from behind me. I slowly turned around to see the flesh and blood Sam and Dean Winchester in front of me with Bobby and Castiel in tow.
I looked at them, seeing that Sam, Dean, and Bobby were wearing confused and frustrated looks while Cas had his always blank expression it was all just too real. But, for some reason I wanted to believe that I was in front of my favourite show my favourite heroes.
"Oh my god." was all I could get out.
They all looked surprised to see me talk that's when Dean's Expression went from shock to smug as he checked me out. I couldn't believe that Dean-fucking-Winchester was checking me out.
I looked down at my clothes only to remember I had the ripped wife beater and short shorts still on. I felt my face turn hot and I knew they all could tell that I basically had the darkest blush ever standing basically half naked in front of the Winchester boys, Bobby , and Castiel the 'angel of the Lord'.
"Oh my god." I said again.
I guess this started to annoy Dean because he said, "Can you say anything else except 'oh my god'?"
I glared at him. "Yeah I can say something other than that you want to hear it one word 'dickhead'"
With that I marched to where I knew Bobby's front door was and opened and was on the front porch quite quickly when I felt a rather large hand around my arm. By the size of it I knew it was Sam so I called him on it.
"Sam let me go, I'm leaving and you can't keep me here." I said turning around and staring at his shocked expression.
"How do you know my name?"
"The same way I know that your Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, and Castiel a.k.a 'Angel of the Lord'." Before he could get the idea that I was a demon I cut him off. "I'm not a demon so I'll be on my way."
I tried to walk away his grip only got stronger so my Texan attitude took over and I did the stupidest thing in the world. I punched Sam-fucking-Winchester in the face; before he could say or do anything I was gone.
I ran like a runaway slave into the forest behind Bobby's house that was when I realized I had no shoes on and that by the end of this run my feet were going to be killing me that's a BIG 'if' I got away because I heard two sets of feet besides my own, running behind me which only made me run away faster and duck behind the trees.
But I knew the Winchester would get me if they wanted me I didn't really know why I was running…wait I knew why I actually punched Sam and they don't take that shit lightly especially from someone they didn't know.
I heard them calling me to stop because they didn't know my name but that didn't stop me my adrenaline was on full throttle when I felt a very strong arm wrap around my waist instantly lifting me from the ground. I was turned around to find very pissed off and sweaty Dean Winchester standing in front of me which meant Sam was holding me.
My inner fan girl took over making me swoon over Sam's arms around my waist, but it faded quickly. My survival instincts must have kicked in because the only thing I could do was scream fucking bloody murder and that's exactly what I did until Dean's large hand was over my mouth and muffled my cries.
The internal battle I was trying to have so as to not cry I was quickly losing and I felt the silent tears run down my eyes to where Dean's hand was over my mouth. His eyes soften a bit but not a lot to please me so the tears keep coming.
"If I move my hand will you scream again?" Dean asked look at me like he killed my puppy or something but none the less I slowly nodded my head no.
And he slowly removed his hand and I sniffled a little and I felt Sam place me on the ground only to pick me back up bridal style, with that I was confused so I looked at him still too shook to talk.
"Don't want you to hurt your feet more than you already did." he said softly.
I felt the rubble in his chest as he spoke. I tried to control the blush but I couldn't and unfortunately Dean saw and smirked.
"Aww, look Sammy looks like someone has a crush on you, you sly dog."
I unconsciously snuggled closer to Sam's neck to hide my blushing face. I still heard the low chuckle he did at my expense. After, we all silently walked our way back to Bobby's house—up the porch through the door and to the couch were he gently laid me down.
I silently looked to see Bobby, Cas, Sam, and Dean all looking at me expectantly. I loudly gulped I was going to wait to one of them asked me a question I owed them that at least for punching Sam and running away. Surprisingly it was Cas that broke the weird silence with the first question
"Who are you and how do you know of Sam, Dean, and Bobby."
I made eye contact to show him I was telling the truth. "My name is Skye Landers and you wouldn't believe me if I told you and Dean would probably call me a witch, which I am not."
Dean scoffed. "Huh, try us."
That drew all their stares to me again so I told them about the show, that I was a big fan and love the show and how I knew them and of Cas and Bobby.
"No way, she's a witch!" Dean yelled making me flinch a little.
"Dean, look at her she's a kid and half naked, she's not a witch." Now I was pissed I didn't like being called a kid by anyone that including Sam.
"I ain't no kid I'm nineteen clearly not a kid, I'm old enough to vote and to drink inEngland."
That got a chuckle from theWinchesterboys which earned them both a deep glare from me that shut them up.
"Prove it." Bobby said in a flat tone not ready to trust me or kill me.
"Uh, okay something that only you guys know uh okay," I laughed a little, "Dean said your 'half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis' and he was talking about your 'girly coffee'." The boys sat stunned but Dean recovered faster.
"If you know all about us then why did you run?" he asked the question that was probably on everyone's mind at the time.
I look down ashamed of myself for what I was about to say.
"Because I punched Sam."
I didn't have to see it to know that Sam was lightly blushing and Dean was looking smug and trying not to laugh.
"You punched Sam?" he said it like it was impossible most likely because I was almost a foot shorter than Sam. "Where did you punch him?"
I looked up to see what I described right in front of me except Cas was still staring and Bobby was gone either to get sleep or to get beers, I was leaning more on the latter.
Dean walked to look at Sam's jaw to see a small bruise on the side of the Sam's face that made the guilt gnaw at me bit harder, actually it made me want to cry. I pulled my legs up to my chest as the tears started to fall and looked anywhere but them.
They were too busy arguing to know I was there or that I was crying. But what I didn't realize was that Cas had silently walked to the couch and sat down beside me and wrapped he arm around my shoulders. Then came the water works.