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I came to pretty instantly.

The first thing I noticed is the feeling of a fork in my hand, the metal sticky and uncomfortable to hold- so it gets dropped onto a platter of half eaten pancakes almost drowning in syrup, I don't even like pancakes.

"Where am I?" My voice is scratchy, practically crawling out of my throat.

It hurts to talk.

"Well we're in Georgia at the moment-" Sam gets cut off pretty quickly by Dean, who's giving me a look that would have made me shit my pants in fear if I didn't somewhat know these people.

"What the fuck are you?"

I didn't really think this far ahead about what I was going to tell them, especially considering I still needed answers on a lot of things, but the look in Dean's eyes told me not to fuck around with this.

"You're not gonna believe me." Maybe I was a bit overwhelmed with it all, keeping my gaze down on the plate of a breakfast mess in front of me- but could you really blame me?

"Try me."

I knew I wouldn't magically be better with my words in this weird alternate dimension, but the idiotic "uhhhh" that left my mouth was still an unwelcome surprise. I am destined to embarrass myself in every universe.

"So- uhm, first of all what year is it?" I couldn't make up a cover story with something that hasn't even happened yet, so I needed to make sure I wasn't about to lore drop on these two.

"Uh, 2011- why?" Sam answered quizzically.

Oh god I hated being stared at.

"So- uhm, do you guys remember being sent to an alternate dimension where you were both actors?" They're gonna think I'm crazy but then again at this point everything's a bit crazy for them, so even though it's not entirely true what I'm about to tell them- it's an easier pill to swallow than what actually happened.

If I was a normal person I'd hold back my laugh at seeing the two Winchester's faces drop- but I'm not, so I had to cover my snort up with a hackled cough.

"You've got to be kidding me." Dean deadpanned.

"I- I don't know how, but I keep getting blipped here or something." I was, yet again, temporarily distracted by a cup of coffee on the table.

The black liquid began to sway back in forth in the white mug, spilling over the edge and splattering onto the table.

Sam and Dean could have been saying something, to be honest it was pretty hard to tell when my ears began ringing and my vision started blacking out.

As soon as I took my glasses off to rub at my eyes I woke up, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

All of it was a pretty big "what the fuck" for me.

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me going to shift:

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I don't think I'll drop back in during the same timeframe though, I'll need to remind myself to remember how much time passes between each blip!

I was pretty distracted and disoriented, so it was hard to pinpoint exactly WHEN in time it was when I'd been dropped into the Impala.

If I had to put a pin in it, I'd probably guess somewhere between season five and season six, mainly because that's where my mental state is with the show right now, and just based off of appearances.

I could be wrong though, like I said- just an estimate.

Currently working on "centering" myself, so to speak, so that I can blip into a dream again tonight- if I do, I'll try to get the nitty gritty details and stay conscious as long as possible

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I was pretty distracted and disoriented, so it was hard to pinpoint exactly WHEN in time it was when I'd been dropped into the Impala.

If I had to put a pin in it, I'd probably guess somewhere between season five and season six, mainly because that's where my mental state is with the show right now, and just based off of appearances.

I could be wrong though, like I said- just an estimate.

Currently working on "centering" myself, so to speak, so that I can blip into a dream again tonight- if I do, I'll try to get the nitty gritty details and stay conscious as long as possible

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Your camera roll if you hunted with Sam and Dean.

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Dean Winchester in early seasons of supernatural

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Little mood board or whatever for myself, trying to do anything else that doesn't involve supernatural right now is hard lol

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First little story up! I thought I'd be easier sharing my experiences if everything was a bit more coherent in writing, sorry if it cringes you out or something- this is all really for my personal tracking anyway! :]

In the Impala- Baby, the leather of the seats is are cracked.

The leather was warm against my cheek due to the sun rays peeking down through the windows, the smell musty but comforting in an odd way.

There's a few newspaper clippings tossed about the floor, they crinkled and crushed under the pressure of my boot once I sat up from what was apparently a nap.

Yeah, weird- I know.

I'm a bit of an easily distracted person, so before I could even get my bearings one where I was I already had my face pressed up against the window, watching dark trees whizz by.

"Hey, kid-" I didn't really register that anybody was actually talking to me, so I continued watching my surroundings pass by, amazed that a dream, these sensations, could feel so real.

"Kid!" My eyes finally snapped up towards the front seat at the urgent tone, only to be met with a pair of irritated green eyes in the rearview mirror.

Dean.

I was frozen in place- everything hitting me at once. I wasn't just in some car, I was in THE car. Apparently I looked a little worse for wear after that, considering Dean's face went from annoyed to worried pretty quickly.

"Are you alright?" With an arm over the the back of his seat Sam had turned around to ask.

Oh my god.

At this point my vision was blacking out, causing me to wake up in a cold sweated startle with a smile for the first time in my life.

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In the Impala- Baby, the leather of the seats are cracked.

The leather was warm against my cheek due to the sun rays peeking down through the windows, the smell musty but comforting in an odd way.

There's a few newspaper clippings tossed about the floor, they crinkled and crushed under the pressure of my boot once I sat up from what was apparently a nap.

Yeah, weird- I know.

I'm a bit of an easily distracted person, so before I could even get my bearings on where I was I already had my face pressed up against the window, watching dark trees whizz by.

"Hey, kid-" I didn't really register that anybody was actually talking to me, so I continued watching my surroundings pass by, amazed that a dream, these sensations, could feel so real.

"Kid!" My eyes finally snapped up towards the front seat at the urgent tone, only to be met with a pair of irritated green eyes in the rearview mirror.

Dean.

I was frozen in place- everything hitting me at once. I wasn't just in some car, I was in THE car. Apparently I looked a little worse for wear after that, considering Dean's face went from annoyed to worried pretty quickly.

"Are you alright?" With an arm over the the back of his seat Sam had turned around to ask.

Oh my god.

At this point my vision was blacking out, causing me to wake up in a cold sweated startle with a smile for the first time in my life.

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HELLO ITS GOOD TO SEE YOU

AAAA YIPPEE