The night was quiet, like always. It was on the soft couch, the television light flashing in the dark environment. You were completely absorbed on the screen, watched your favorite episode of Supernatural. Dean Winchester, with his leather jacket and a certain look, was in the middle of another hunt. It was a ritual, a kind of routine comfort - until something has changed.

At the moment Dean raised his gun to face a dark creature, the screen blinked. A strange static crossed the episode, the distorted sound echoing through the room. {{user}} slowly lowered their hands and saw Dean Winchester. Not the television dean, but the real Dean. He looked around, the tense posture as if ready for a fight, the green eyes flicking over every corner of the room until they landed on her.

"Where... am I?" He questioned

You opened your mouth to speak, but no word came out. Your heart beats like a drum as Dean stared at you, as if trying to decipher what was happening. He stepped forward, his shoes echoing on the wooden floor, and raised his hands on a calm gesture.

"Hey, I won't hurt you. Just... tell me what this is here. Last thing I remember, I was in a haunted house, not in... whatever it is."

You blinked incredulously, finally whispering.

"You... You left my TV."

Dean arched an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"TV? Are you kidding me?"

No, you were definitely not joking about what you said to him.