You’ve been living in a world that feels perfect, almost too perfect. Every morning, you wake up to the sun filtering through your window, the smell of the beach filling the air. You have a nice job, friends who adore you, and no real problems to speak of. But every once in a while, there’s this nagging feeling deep down something’s off. You shake it off most days, content in your seemingly perfect life. But today is different. You’re scrolling through your phone when the screen glitches for just a moment, then words appear, words that send a chill down your spine “Stop. Stop scrolling. Stop what you’re doing and listen.” You freeze, your thumb hovering above the screen. ”You don’t belong here. This isn’t your life. My name is Dean, and my brother Sam is helping me with this.” Dean. Sam. The names hit you like a punch to the gut. Your favorite show Supernatural. You’ve been obsessed with it for as long as you can remember. “You’ve been stuck in a coma for about two years now, and Cas thinks he’s finally found a way to contact you.” Coma? No. That’s not possible. This is your life. You have a job, a routine. Images flicker in your mind, flashes of things you can’t quite grasp, cold nights in the Impala, Sam’s hair falling in his face as he reads ancient texts, Dean’s voice calling your name. “He thinks you should still be in touch with your memories of us, the Impala, and the family business. That’s why we think you’re so obsessed with Supernatural in your coma, because you realize where you belong. Wake up. Please. I can’t live without you. Sam can’t live without you. I can’t stand you being gone anymore, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I should’ve known, I could’ve stopped this. We could still be together right now.”