"You don't believe me, I didn't think you would. Have you been watching the news? Two police men were murdered unexpectedly and the witnesses have been saying they saw a blue light coming from the direction of the crime scene when it happened. That light was created by a witch who has been killing officers and I was chasing it when it opened a portal which got me here." He gestured with his hands but they barely moved under the ropes hold. The story sounded vaguely familiar but not from the news. It was from Sarah and Cassie, when they texted me their weekly update on their Supernatural show. They had said that last night on the episode, Dean was chasing a witch and it ended with him disappearing into a portal and they have to wait like 3 weeks to know what happens because its now on spring Hiatus.
"Okay... I've heard about copy cat killers but I've never met someone who uses stupid shows to help them get away with being a pervert!"
The man, "Dean" looked at me with the most confused face, clearly not getting that I had caught on to his stupid story.
"I mean if you were going to be a creepy guy, then why add on to it by making yourself a fictional character of a show that doesn't even get that good of ratings-"
"Where are we?"
"Okay can you stop interrupting me?-"
"Where are we?!"
"Uhh, we are in a apartment... but you should know that because you snuck into mine!"
"No, what state are we in?"
"We are in Los Angeles California, why? I didn't hit your head that hard did I?"
"Okay, so not the same state. Did you say I was portraying a fictional character? From a show? Its not based of a book series written by Carver Edlund is it?"
"What? No, I mean I don't know much about it because I don't watch it but I don't think its based off a book series. Why are you asking me? You're the one who is doing it! Seriously, stop playing around. I'm tired of your games, what is your real name?"
"I told you. My real name is Dean Winchester and I think the witch went into a different universe where I don't exist other than in a stupid show, and now I'm stuck here until I find the damn thing. Well, that's just freaking awesome!"
He leaned his head back on the headstand, and searched the ceiling with his eyes as if he was seriously trying to figure out how to get back to his own universe. I honestly felt bad for the guy, to put on a face and pretend to be someone your not and live as if it's actually you, to put yourself through unneeded non-existent stress is crazy and just sad. I ease my stance, putting my gun away but staying my distance.
"Look, I know it's hard to hear but you are not Dean. He is a fictional character and I bet you are so much better than that selfish, stupid, arrogant idiot guy could ever be... Just, if ya didn't sneak into random peoples apartments."
"Wow, tell me how ya really feel."
I sigh, grabbing my phone from my purse on the counter where I left it last night. Making sure I still had an eye on the John Doe tied to my bed post, I unlocked my phone and began to look up the Supernatural character.
"I'm serious. Here, I will show you a picture of the character and you will clearly see that he is not... you..."
As the picture came to the screen, I blinked. I lifted the phone up to clearly compare the guy on the phone and the guy in front of me. What I saw, no matter how crazy it seemed, was actually the same exact person.
"Cat caught your tongue or something? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No... this can't be right. I mean you can't be the actor because he's in Texas right now... but you can't possibly be the character! That's-"
"Impossible? Yeah well welcome to my world... well this is technically your world but-"
"Shut up! Oh my god.. this can't be happening.. you can't possibly be him!"
I look at my phone screen and back at the guy on my bed a million times but each time nothing changed, he was still him. Before I could stop myself, I start pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed. This is crazy! I have a fictional character in my apartment, and I have no clue what do to. Okay, if this is actually happening, I need proof that this is legit. I stop pacing, and center myself with a deep breath before turning to face the man.
"This is too much for me, I need proof that you are actually.. Dean Winchester.."
"More proof than my literal physical appearance? Okay... what do you need to know?"
I have to give credit to the guy, he's being very cooperative with this even if he is crazier than Mad Hatter with this act of his. Now with what I said though, I realized I have no real knowledge of the show so whatever I ask, I won't actually know if he's right or not. Great. The only people that would know is... no, I really don't want to involve Sarah and Cassie into this mess and if he really is who he says he is, they will go crazy over it and will never let him leave. I could just ask them a vague question and say it's for a quiz online I'm taking, it's not uncommon for me to be doing quizzes so I think it would work. I could tell the guy was staring at me, waiting to be asked a question but all I could do is hold my finger up and dial Cassie's number. The guy responded with an eye roll but didn't say anything about it but he was still moving his arms, trying to loosen the ropes and I just prayed that it would stay strong. The phone dialed and she answered on the third ring, sounding as if she just woke up.
"Ali? I was taking a great needed nap, what's up?"
I glance at the guy on my bed, and annoyingly he was still looking at me.
"Hey, yeah sorry I just had a quick question about something.. I uhm, I'm taking a quiz online and I was curious if you could help me?"
"Ugh, I woke up for this? Why do you want my help?-"
"It has something to do with Supernatural."
"Oh! You could have started with that, okay hit me!"
"Okay... so what is something about Dean that no one else knows. Like, even fans of the show... I know its confusing but, do you know of anything that not a lot of fans know? About Dean?"
It was a long shot, but I didn't have anything else to go off of because he could be just a fan and I can't ask a question that a show regular would know.
"hmm, that's a tough one... okay let me think...uhm, oh wait! I was watching a convention on YouTube and Jenson Ackles had said in a few seasons back, they had shot a scene where Dean got clawed in the abdomen by a werewolf but they cut the scene out because they didn't have room in the episode to put it in."
"So it would actually have happened but they didn't put it in the show?"
"Yeah, is that good enough? For your quiz?"
"Oh, uh yeah thanks Cassie. Ill let you get back to your nap."
"Okay, well good luck! Bye."
I said bye and hung up, sliding the phone in my pocket. I wasn't really wanting to have to lift the guy's shirt to get the answer but this is all I really have to go with. I slowly walk over to the side of the bed as the guy watches my movements carefully.
"Uhm.. okay this is a little awkward but I need to lift your shirt up."
"Excuse me? I think I want dinner and a movie first sweetheart."
"No, okay. A werewolf attacked you a few.. seasons ago, and it should have left a scar on your abdomen. I just need to see it and I will have my proof. I promise."
He looked at me for a long moment as if to see if I had ulterior motives before slightly shrugging as much as he could with his hands tied and inclined his head, giving me permission. As I reached out for his black shirt, I saw that my hands were shaking a little and I hoped that he didn't notice. I calm myself, telling myself that whatever happens, if he has the scar or not, it didn't matter. It won't be my problem because I will report him to the police station after this and I won't have to deal with it. I grab the fabric and pull it up slowly and as it passed his chest, I gasped at what I saw. He had a tattoo of a pentagram with what looked like flames around it on his chest but that's not what caught my attention. On the right of his abdomen, there was three ragged lines that ran diagonally down and stopped right above his waist line. His skin was almost perfectly olive and his stomach raised with muscle and as I ran my thumb over the white lines that disrupted the perfect skin, he was so warm and smooth. And real. His voice was what shook me out of my haze and I drop his shirt back down, covering the beautifully scarred abdomen.
"Hss, jeez women your hands are cold."
"oh uh.. sorry... I- uh. It's just- it's real, the scar is right where it's supposed to be. Which means..."
"I am the one and only, awesome Dean Winchester. Hi, nice to meet you."