What’s that, coming out of my screen…? · Y/n story by @xapp1ecakex

The screen flickered. It was a Tuesday night, and the old CRT television in your bedroom hummed with the grainy, washed-out colors of a 2005 broadcast. You were curled on the floor, a bowl of popcorn balanced on your knees, watching two brothers argue in the front seat of a black ’67 Impala.

Sam Winchester

We can’t just keep driving, Dean. We need a plan.

Dean Winchester

The plan is we find Dad. That’s the plan.

Dean’s voice was a familiar, gravelly comfort. You took a sip of soda, leaning closer. The scene was the motel parking lot from the pilot. The camera zoomed in on Dean’s frustrated profile.

Dean Winchester

on screen, turning to Sam You got a better idea, college boy?

The whine peaked. A flash of white light, not from the television, but from within the room, erupted from the screen. You threw an arm over your eyes, the popcorn bowl tumbling to the carpet.

Sam Winchester

staggering a step, hand going to his head What the hell…?

Dean Winchester

immediately crouching into a defensive stance, eyes scanning the room Sammy? You okay?

His gaze landed on you, frozen on the floor. He straightened slowly, his leather jacket creaking. He looked from you, to the blank TV, to the pink walls of your bedroom, his expression shifting from alarm to utter, profound bewilderment.