I woke up to the sound of Dean and Sam arguing.

I squinted against the light from the lamp, next to the bed I was laying on.

One of them must have carried me in.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

They both looked over to me, and I winced against the onslaught of the Winchester glare.

They immediately stopped glaring though.

"Sammy here lost the DVD." Dean explained as he began glaring at his brother again.

"I already told you it disappeared, and this one showed up instead" He said with a slightly raised voice, while waving another DVD in the air.

"DVD's don't just disappear!" Dean yelled.

"Well this one DID!" Sam yelled back.

"GUYS!" I screamed.

"WHAT?" They both screamed at me.

"Maybe the demon took it back, and left that one." I replied calmly.

"Not possible, we're professionals nothing gets past us." Dean snapped.

"Obviously something did" I snapped back as I stood up.

Dean remained tight-lipped while Sam bit back a laugh.

"If the demon can transport me into another universe, I'm sure it can slip a little DVD away from you without anyone noticing." I said.

Dean sighed and sat down on the other bed.

"So what season is that one?" I asked Sam.

"Uh- season one, and I think it's yours." Sam replied.

"What?" I said confused.

"It has your name on it." He replied handing it to me.

I looked at the back and saw my messy cursive spelling out my name."Oh great, now we know the demon's been watching me, damn thing knows where I live." I said while making my angry face.

Dean and Sam chuckled.

"What?" I asked angrily.

What was so funny about having a demon stalker?

"It's just- uh your nose scrunches up when your angry." Dean said."Yeah, it's-it's kind of cute." Sam said after him.

A long awkward silence followed.

"Right….. So you guys wanna see yourselves on TV or not?" I asked while waving the DVD in the air.

They both nodded and Sam set up the DVD player in front of the TV.

"Hey guys do you mind if I take a shower?" I asked.

"No, go ahead." Dean said.

"And- um can I borrow something to wear too?" I asked sheepishly.

Dean smiled and got me a large black shirt and a pair of boxers out of his duffel bag.

"Here you go, and there's a towel you can use in there." He said as he handed them to me.

"Thanks." I said and walked into the bathroom.

I locked the bathroom behind me, something I always did even if I was home alone.

I stripped my clothing and turned on the water. When it became warm I stepped in and scrubbed the dirt off of my body, and I was done, for a while I just stood there, letting the water run down my back, working out the kinks.

I got out eventually, remembering that their hot water could run out.

After wiping myself down with a towel, and putting Dean's clothes on I wiped off the steam from the mirror, and stared at myself.

I looked more tired than I felt, and I couldn't help but wonder what Dean and Sam said about me while I was in the shower. I waited a few moments before exiting the bathroom with my dirty clothes in my hands.

I was greeted with sight of Dean sitting on the bed in front of the TV reading the descriptions of the episodes, with Sam gone.

"Where's Sam?" I asked Dean.

"Went to get food." He said and motioned for me to put my clothes in a plastic bag on the floor.

I sat down next to him after I put my clothes away.

"So what do you think?" I asked after a few moments.

He sighed before answering.

"I don't really know what to think." He said before putting it down.I made a noise of agreement before leaning back on my elbows.

"So did you really watch it-me-uh us?" He asked confused.

"Yup, every Thursday night at Nine." I answered after giggling.

"This is some crazy shit." He said before leaning back and laying down next to me."I'm sorry." I said.

"For what?" He asked, looking at me from the corner of his eyes.

"For everything.. And for dropping in unexpectedly." I answered.

"Don't worry about it." He said.

After a few moments he asked another question.

"So you remember stuff about the show?" He asked.

"Just enough to make me dangerous" I said quoting him with a wink.

He chuckled before sitting up.

"How do you get rid of a demon?" He asked.

I sat up along side him.

"Trap it in a devil's trap and exorcise it with the Rituale Romanum, or stab 'em with Ruby's knife." I answered.

"Vampire?" He asked

"Slice it's head off." I answered

"How do you weaken 'em?" He asked

"Dead Man's Blood." I answered.

"Wendigo?"

"Set it on fire." "Werewolf?" "Silver bullet to the heart."

"Who's Samuel Colt?""Invented the Colt gun, it can kill anything."

"Shtriga?""Drive cold iron through it's heart while it's feeding." I answered with a smile.

He whistled.

And at that moment Sam came in, struggling to carry four bags and a six pack of beer.