Don't Go Eating My Heart

Imagine

Based on Season 2 Episode 20
Essentially word for word
Not an original chapter at all... sorry

Dean sat up straight in bed with a gasp. He was completely disoriented as he looked to his right and saw an old black and white horror movie playing on the tv. He turned his gaze back to looking straight ahead, but he saw something in the corner of his eye. He slowly turned his head to the left. What he saw caused him to jump straight out of the bed and reach for his gun, but it wasn't there. For laying asleep in his bed was a very distinctive carmel haired girl.

Marley was asleep in his bed.

Dean was freaking out. His face was a mix of confusion, slight fear, and shock. He quickly threw on a shirt and walked out into the living room. He cautiously scanned the room, still not sure if a monster was going to jump out at him. When he flipped on the lights, he saw that the whole room looked very homey, and in a different life he could see himself living here. But, as previously stated, he was currently freaking out. He pulled out his phone and called Sam.

"Dean?" Sam's voice almost sounded confused.

"Sam."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know." Dean breathed out. "I don't know where I am."

"What?" Sam sounded genuinely concerned. "What happened?"

"Well, the uh Djinn... it attacked me."

"The gin?" Sam's voice turned into one of realization. "You're drinking gin?"

"No, moron, the djinn," Dean said annoyed, "the scary creature, remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up," Dean paused as he peeked his head into the bedroom "next to wolfy."

"What?" Sam sounded confused, and then he laughed. "You mean Marley, your girlfriend?"

Dean stopped pacing and his face twisted into confusion and disbelief. His voice went up an octave. "My what?"

"Dean you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me." Sam said it with slight annoyance but it was clear he expected nothing less.

"I am not drunk. Quit screwing around." Dean hissed.

"Look it's late." Sam sighed. "Just get some sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Wait, Sam! Sam!" Dean whisper-yelled but it was too late, Sam hung up the phone.

Dean looked around in disbelief for a moment and then saw a stack of mail sitting on the table. He began flipping through it, some was addressed to Marley Fletcher, some was addressed to him, but it all had the same address... in Lawrence, Kansas.

"Lawrence?" Dean's brow was furrowed. "What the heck?"

"Honey?" Dean snapped his head around to see Marley emerging from the bedroom. "What are you doing up?"

Dean set the mail down and smiled at her cautiously. Something was definitely up, Marley was never this nice to him.

"Hey," He said it slowly and somewhat nervously, still unsure, "Mar-ley. Marley, uh, I just, uh-" he glanced around trying to think of something to say.

"Oh, you can't sleep huh?" Her voice was caring, this was definitely not Marley.

"Yeah." Dean chuckled nervously, yeah we'll go with that explanation.

"Well," she draped her arms behind Dean's neck, almost like they were dancing, and Dean had to shove down every instinct he had to punch her. "Why don't you come back to bed, and we can finish watching that movie if you want."