Title: Down the Rabbit Hole, Book 1: Grim Falling
Summary: Girls have been appearing in the Supernaturalverse, usually they just go home, either by sleeping with one of the Winchester brothers or the other. That's how it worked, until Kelly Jones fell into the world. Everything seemed to be going according to plan, there was just one problem. She wouldn't sleep with Dean.
Chapter One: The Day Alice Fell
She fell a long way.
Down, down, down through the darkness. Twisting, turning as she fell, the darkness swept around her, the stars whizzing past, their light bending around her like a whirligig. And she fell. She fell until she hit something hard, rock hard, and in the dark there was a sharp. "OW!" Followed by. "What the hell?" Then she realized it, she was sitting on a human body. There was a click. In the blackness a bulb blazed, artificial light filled the room, and just like that the darkness was lifted off her. She found herself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes. Angry eyes. From the left there was a voice, gentler than the one that belonged to the blue eyes.
"What? Another one?" It was a sleepy voice. "Dude that makes three this week."
The blue eyed voice responded rather harshly. "I know Sam, but it's not my fault they keep coming."
"No." Sam, whoever that was, said. "But it's not like you don't enjoy it." The girl paused, the voice sounded very familiar. Like she'd heard it before, maybe through the grainy receptors of a TV. It sounded different in real life.
"I'm only human, Sammy." There was a cough, and her head swung back to him, in his left hand there was a pistol. It's silvery head gleaming in the flickering light. Blonde head, blue eyes, military jaw. It's all becoming clear. She thought, looking down, she was straddling him. She yelped, and fell backwards off the bed to slam into the hardwood.
"They're not always this loud, Dean." Came the groan from the other bed.
"They're not always this annoying either." Was the sharp retort.
"Ouch." She mumbled, looking back up. He'd moved to the end of the bed, his feet swinging off the edge, as he stared down at her. "You're Jensen Ackles!" She exclaimed, trying to stand back up, looking around hurriedly for any cameras.
"No." He said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "I'm Dean Winchester, common miss apprehension for all intents and purposes." She blinked at him in confusion; it was not clicking properly in her brain.
"Is this a dream?" She asked, looking down at herself. She was still wearing her pajamas. So not how she imagined herself meeting Dean Winchester.
"It is." Sam said, kindly from the other bed, as he fixed her with a pair of soulful brown eyes. "If that's what helps you get through this."
"Oh." She said, not sure what he meant by that. After all, Supernatural wasn't real, it was just a television show, with actors and stuff. Special effects. Ghosts, demons, monsters, and things that go bump in the night, they weren't real. None of it was real.
"What's your name?" Sam asked, leaning forward, he seemed to sense her distress.
"Kelly." She whispered. "Kelly Jones."
Sam seemed surprised by that. "Not Alice?" He questioned.
"All the girls that have fallen here so far have been named Alice." Dean said, he was still staring at her like she was a moron. "Why are you still sitting on the floor, come up here, it's warmer on the bed."
"I'm fine where I am thanks." Kelly said, pinching the soft skin on her under arm. Willing herself to wake up.
"Dean'll take care of you." Sam urged. "He'll get you home."
"Yeah." Dean smiled, opening his arms wide. "Come up here."
"You want to get home don't you?" He snapped.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Then come up here."
Kelly shook her head, matted mouse brown bangs fell across her forehead, and she hurriedly brushed them back behind her ear. Stubbornly, they slipped out again. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked, looking around for any sharp implements that he might use to stab her. Is sharp pain going to wake me up? Or had she been captured by a D'Jinn? Was this all just… a dream? She pinched herself again, it hurt, so why she wasn't waking up?
"Come on." He said, waving his hand impatiently. "I don't have all day."
"Be nicer to her." Sam said, sliding to the edge of his own bed and glaring at his brother. "Can't you tell she's confused?"
"Well, usually they just accept it's a dream and leap into my arms going DEAN!"
"So you'll just have to work a little harder."
"Man, I suck at the whole seduction thing." Dean sighed. "Why don't you do it? You're more the comforting type." He glanced at her sidelong, and Kelly glared at him, irritated. Why was he being such a jerk? It wasn't her fault she was stuck here. Stuck here? She thought. This is just a dream. But, if it was just a dream, why was it starting to feel so real.
"Because I'm not the one she landed on." Sam said. "You remember the last time we traded off, you still had to sleep with her before she went home."
"Best night of her life." Dean smiled, and Kelly swore that his eyes were getting a little misty with the memory. "In the arms of both Winchester brothers."
"Wait." Kelly said, backing up further. Her floral patterned pajama pants rippling against the floor. "Wait." She slid further in a half crab walk, until her back was pressing against the opposite wall of the motel room. "You mean I have to…" She paused. "Sleep with you." The last, to her profound embarrassment, came out in a squeak.
"Yes, Alice." Dean said, a leer in his eye as he looked her over. "You do."
"You say that like it's an honor." She snapped. "And my name is Kelly."
"Well…" He said.
"I mean, I know you're hot and everything…"
"I told you it's just a dream." Sam said from the other side.
"It doesn't feel like a dream to me!" She half shouted, panicked. Fear was rising in her stomach, and she rolled onto her feet. Crouching like a cat as her brown eyes flicking from Dean to Sam.
"Okay." Sam said, trying to calm her. "Okay."
"Don't baby her Sam." Dean said.
"She's scared Dean!" Sam snapped.
"Well, she shouldn't be!" Dean snarled. "She should know what's going on?"
"Obviously she doesn't" Sam yelled.
"Are you sure I can't sleep with him?" Kelly asked, looking at Sam. He was the only one, who seemed to be trying to make it easier. Right now, sleeping with Sam didn't seem like a bad idea if it would get her home. But then, being comforting isn't Dean's specialty. The last thing she wanted to do was sleep with that dick.
"No!" They both shouted.
"You know, I'm a huge fan of your show." She said, trying to be patient. "But I think I'll tune out from now on." She stood, brushing her palms across the flimsy cloth. A dark smear from the dirt and dust on the floor stood out clearly against the white.
"That's fine." Dean said, scratching his head, and as he looked out the window. "You do that once you get home."
"I'm not letting you." She swallowed, she was twenty years old for christ's sake! She wasn't a virgin, but somehow, sleeping with someone who was being a dick (as attracted to him as she was at the moment, in his pajama pants and tight gray shirt) seemed icky. "Inside me."
He sighed loudly, running his fingers through his buzz cut. "Virgins."
"I'm not a virgin!" She snapped.
"I don't think you should judge her just yet, Dean." Sam said.
"She's not sticking around long enough for me to judge her, Sam."
"That's it!" She yelled, stalking towards the door. "You two have been wonderful." Sarcasm making her voice venomous. "But I think I'll find my own way out of here." She stood, walked to the door, hurled it open, and headed out.
"NO!" Came the scream behind her.