It was a quiet day in the bunker. No hunts to go on. No world-ending events to put a stop to. It was just a simple, quiet day to sit on the sofa and relax.

So you decided to crack open a book.

And you read it. You kept your nose buried in that book for hours, engrossed. So much so that you didn't notice Gabriel appear until he spoke up.

"Well, looky here." He drawled, sprawling against a nearby wall. He looked bored. That was never a good sign. "Got ya to notice me. You know I've been here for - ah, forget it. What ya readin' there?"

You silently showed him the cover of the book. He chuckled, as if amused by your choice in literature.

"Of course."

That snide remark got under your skin, so with a huff and a roll of your eyes, you returned to reading your book. Of course, he kept talking, glib as ever.

"What? Am I not good enough for you and your attention now? That's a little rude. I'm hurt." You could hear him saunter over to peek at the pages from over your shoulder - trying to provoke you into paying attention to him. But you didn't humor him.

"Huh." You could almost hear that pout appear on his face. "You really don't wanna talk to me, hm? Bet you wish you could just...sink into that book. Live and breathe that story for a little while."

He paused for effect, of course he did. And too late, you realised where this might be heading.

"Sounds like a plan to me!"

With that, Gabriel snapped his fingers - and the world fell away. For a moment you were nowhere...and then you hit the floor with an oof. You blinked and everything came into focus. You weren't curled up on the sofa in the bunker anymore.

As you glance down at the book you'd been reading, laying at your side - you realised what had happened.

Gabriel had set up a world based on your book - and stuck you in it.