Rain began to fall about two hours outside of Lawrence. Heavy, torrential rain quickly covered the road and made it hard to see. The SUV's windshield wipers could barely keep up with the downpour.

Everyone was quiet in the vehicle while Jensen's full focus was keeping the SUV on the road. Lightning flashed in the sky, lighting up the surrounding landscape quickly before turning pitch black once again. Thunder quickly followed, loud enough to shake the glass windows.

"I'm not sure if we should keep going," Jensen muttered, his shoulders tense, his energy drink forgotten beside him as he fought to keep the SUV from sliding off the road. "This storm is ridiculous."

As much as you wanted to keep going, you had to agree with him. This storm was dangerous, and it wasn't worth putting you at risk. But you had no idea where you were exactly, or if there was anywhere safe enough to pull over.

"Any idea where we are?" Jared asked, holding his phone up. "I've got no service."

Jensen tossed his phone to Jared, who shook his head. "No service. No idea where we are. I guess we just go slow."

He had the SUV going at a snail's pace, but it still fishtailed on the flooded road. Lightning flashed over the car, thunder immediately following. This was the worst storm you had ever been in, and you couldn't help but be a little scared.

Jensen was a talented driver, but you could tell this storm was affecting him also. His jaw was clenched as he glanced over to Jared again. "How far away from Lawrence do you think we are?"

For a moment, it felt as if you were once again back in an episode of Supernatural. Jensen manning the steering wheel as Dean, Jared giving directions, sitting in the passenger seat. Your character, in her spot in the backseat. If only this was the Impala and not the SUV.

"I have no idea. Maybe half an hour or so." Jared didn't seem very convinced about his answer.

The air inside and out of the SUV was charged with electricity. The hair on your arms stood straight up, your heart starting to race. Your vision started to blur, and you called out to Jensen, not liking what was going on. "Jensen, please," you pleaded, feeling as if your heart wanted to beat right out of your chest.

"Y/N, I'm a little busy keeping us on the road. Can't it wait," he muttered, not even glancing back. Jared turned as you leaned forward, his eyes widening.

"Y/N are you feeling okay?" He asked as another flash of thunder filled the car. "You're as pale as a ghost."

Shaking your head, you tried unbuckling your car, but your arm refused to move. "I don't know what's happening to me, but I'm scared."

"Damn it," Jensen exclaimed, suddenly pulling over and stopping the car. "What is it?"

Turning the cab lights on, his mouth opened and shut. Speechless. "What is it?" You asked. "Why can't I feel my arms?"

"I can't see them," he whispered. "Y/N, you're turning translucent."

Peering down, you could see the seat straight through where your arm had just been. Terrified, you turned your attention back to Jensen. "What's going on?"

"Maybe you're going home," Jared suggested. "Maybe this a good thing."

That did put a smile to your face. "I hope so. I'm ready to see my Jensen."

Turning in his seat, Jensen started to reach out when he remembered he couldn't grasp your hand. "I know that your Jensen is really lucky to have you. I wish you all the best."

With tears in your eyes, you gave in to the energy flowing through your system. Closing your eyes, you felt yourself drift away. Seconds ticked by before the weight of your body had you opening your eyes.

Two pairs of eyes stared at you. Beautiful hazel eyes shadowed by a long flop of hair. Then the familiar pine green eyes that you loved so much. Full of so much confusion. "Jensen? Is that really you?"

"Jensen? What the hell," he muttered, his voice so much deeper, gravelly than normal. As your nerves settled slightly, you could notice the maroon flannel shirt he was wearing, the black t-shirt underneath. You were no longer in the SUV, and the sounds of the storm were no longer hurting your ears.

"Where am I?" You asked, completely dismayed. Here you had been hoping to find yourself back in your Vancouver apartment.

"Emma, are you okay?" They both asked again, using your character's name. Instead of answering, you stared past them, noticing the familiar design of the Bunker. The bookcases were completely full of empty texts. The prop knives and materials placed on top. You were sitting at one of the wooden tables.

Cautiously peering up, you were expecting to see the open ceiling, the lights, and the bars of the sound stage. Instead, you were met with smooth plaster ceilings, completely meshed with the walls. "Not again," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as your hopes dashed.

Who you had thought of as Jensen, but was Dean, came crouching even closer, rubbing the back of his hand against your cheek. "Emma sweetheart, you look as if you've seen a ghost. Please, tell me. What's wrong?"

Hastily brushing away tears, you gave him a slight smile. "You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try us," Sam answered, scooting his chair closer.

"I'm not Emma!" You blurted out. "My name is Y/N, and I play Emma. I'm married to Jensen. My Jensen and not that other one. But I was torn from my Jensen, tossed to the other Jensen, only to be thrown here. I have no idea what's going on, I just know that I'm so tired. Of it, and of everything. I just want to go to sleep, and wake up and have everything be okay."

Tears streamed down your face. Tears of frustration and despair. Of heartache and fear. Fear that you would never see your Jensen again. Or your house and the life you had made.

Dean pulled you into his arms, and while it wasn't exactly the same as Jensen's, it was still comforting. "Slow down, tell us everything."

So you did. About your marriage to Jensen, and how everything had been perfect before being pulled away and thrown into utter chaos. You told him about somehow waking up in Austin, and finding out the person you were there was utterly horrible. You told them about driving towards Lawrence and the storm, and how you had slowly disappeared before Jared and Jensen's eyes.

"Why don't you go lay down and try to relax?" Dean suggested, eyeing his brother cautiously. "We'll figure things out, I promise."

Nodding, you let him guide you out of the library, and down the hallway. A hallway you had walked so many times before. But not as yourself, but as Emma. It felt so much different now. Slightly chilly, the marble tile cool and real under your fingers. "You can sleep in here for right now," Dean guided you into his bedroom. Reaching into one of the drawers, he pulled out a ratty T-shirt and shorts. What your character normally wore to bed. "I'll be back to talk in a little bit."

Smiling at him, you clutched the clothes as he quietly shut the door behind him.

The bed smelled of Dean, a deep musk mixed with gunpowder and whiskey. It was a mixture that you had always loved. Breathing deeply, you snuggled in, the scent lulling you to a much-needed sleep.

"We need to tell her," you heard hush arguing as you slowly woke up. "She deserves to know."

"Yeah, that's a great awakening," Dean muttered sarcastically. "But I do agree that she needs to know. Speaking of which, have you heard from Emma? It would be pretty awkward for her to show up, and see another version of herself sitting here."

"No, nothing. It's not like her to stay this quiet," Sam answered. "You don't think...,"

You opened your eyes to see both brothers in the corner of the room standing close together as they tried to whisper. "I don't know what to think!" Dean raised his voice, glancing at you to see that you were awake.

"What are you talking about?" You yawned. "Is everything okay?"

Sam patted Dean on the shoulder. "I'll leave this one up to you."

He left the room, and Dean slowly came to stand by the bed while you slid up to a sitting position. "Can I sit?" He asked, nervously tugging on the red and grey plaid he had changed into. Nodding, you scooted your legs up, giving him room to sit on the comfortable mattress. "Is it about Emma? Is she okay?"

"We're not sure," he answered, his green eyes searched your face. "But that's not our biggest problem."

You could feel nervous energy settle through your system as you waited for the bad news to fall. It had to be bad news, that was the only reason he would be this unsure. You stayed quiet, waiting for him to talk, not sure if you wanted to hear anything.

"This is the third reality you've been in," he started. "Your original one, then the one with another Jensen and Jared. And finally, this one. Each place being an alternate reality of what Sam and I believe is this one."

"That makes sense, I think," you were having trouble wrapping your mind around it. "But...,"

He held up his hand and you let him continue. "We're not sure why you've been transported between the three. Why you, and no one else. We're also not sure if Emma switched places with you. We haven't been able to get a hold of her for a good 36 hours now. And that's not a good sign."

You could see how that news was heartbreaking to him. Instinctively you reached out, threading your fingers through his. "This is what we do know," his stared straight into your eyes as he continued. "Chuck is super annoyed with us right now."

"Chuck?"

"I'm not sure what episode of our lives your filming," he muttered sarcastically. "But here Chuck is now the big bad guy. Killling people, ruining everything. And right now, he is destorying things. Entire worlds."

"Entire realities?" You gulped. "Including mine."

"That's what we're thinking," he answered softly. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I know that's not the news you were hoping for."

A tear slipped down your cheek, another one quickly joining. "And my Jensen?"

The pained smile on his face was all the answer you needed. Tears streamed down your face, your entire heart shattering in an instant. Dean pulled you into his arms, giving you as much comfort as he was taking for himself. "Do you think he's dead?" You asked, sniffling.

"I believe so," he answered. "Chuck wasn't gentle. And as much as it hurts now, there has to be a reason you were saved."

You rested your hand on your belly, Dean's gaze following it before his eyes widened. "Maybe that's the reason."