Clicking [Roll] on an app my little brother sent me a link to while we were celebrating his twenty-first birthday.
[The CYAO APP]
[World: Supernatural]
[Sex: Male]
[Entry Type: Self-Insert, as a close relative to main characters.]
[Race: Witcher/Grimm Hybrid]
[Boons (Not Including Racial Traits):
-Number of Boons: 5
-Pocket Dimension: is an ability that grants you a personal, fully customizable pocket dimension about the size of a small town. You can freely travel to it at any time and bring along people or objects, shaping its environment, appearance, and conditions however you like. You can also control how time flows inside relative to the outside world. However, you cannot summon items from the pocket dimension directly to yourself, they must be physically brought in or out.
-Never Completely Broke: With this you gain a rather unremarkable looking worn brown leather wallet, once per day, you can open it up and find perfectly legal tender equalling $500 in random domination of United States Of America Bills, this wallet will always be in one of your pockets when needed.
-Is This Your Card?: You have a set of Documents whatever need may arise, need to run a crime scene Coroner or FBI, whatever will best suit your situation will always be within reach of your fingertips, this item will heal if damaged and always be found on your persons when needed.
-Twelve Vials of Ultimate Healing Potions: Lost limbs, bullet holes, brain damage these potions fix-all but death and disadvantages whoever they are used on were born with.
-The Equalizer: this weapon looks similar to a Colt 1911 and is said to be created by God to kill the Nephilim child of Lucifer. What this gun does is kill anything and it is said to even be able to wound God himself. Unlike traditional firearms this weapon doesn't strictly fire bullets but instead sends a wave of multidimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever's shooting and the target in the shape of a bullet, this gun has an 8+1 capacity, each round takes three months to regenerate in the magazine.
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'Ehh, I got some money left from taking those Google Reward surveys on my account that's going to expire soon…anyways.' Is my thought as I hit the purchase button and use my finger print to authorize the purchase.
[Thank you for purchasing the Premium tier, customer. As our first and most valued customer to actually purchase, Premium tier you are being sent to a world focused on The CW Series of Supernatural. Upon one year in this universe not counting time dilation effects of any abilities or different dimension, you can re-roll for a new adventure, you can lock in abilities and powers or save them in the save file.]
Memories of a life at the school of Wolf but in modern times and being the only trainee since 1742 play out through my mind like a first person player shooter, I learn the magical signs, hunting and tracking along with Monsterology, combat training both against human and monster opponents.
Then I wake up with a gasp, the sterile smell of antiseptic fills and burns my nostrils, my head pounds, my eyes burn from the harsh white lighting inside of the room, making a groan rumble in my chest.
'Ugh.. I'm pretty sure I didn't drink enough to end up in the hospital…wait was that app not a hoax? Was that dream not really a dream? I mean it was pretty lucid…wait a second, did I really get isekai'd into Supernatural?!' My heart starts to pound in my chest at the implications rattling around in my head. The perfume of a nurse walking past my room nearly makes me puke from the sharp chemical smell, she pauses and gives me a weird look before continuing on her rounds.
Then none other than Jensen Ackles enters my room…a young Jensen Ackles, younger than he was when he first appeared on Smallville.
"Hey man…how you doing?" He asks me and I'm struck dumb.
'Okay, so not a dream…cool, everything's cool and totally fine, I'm totally not in a fucked up universe…with Dean Winchester standing a couple feet from me.'
"Uhh-who are you?" I pretend not to know who he is and try to stop myself from having even the slightest fanboy reaction to Dean's presence here.
"Right, the Doc said you had amnesia…I'm Dean Winchester, and I'm your cousin…your mom and dad died in a car accident, I'm going to take you to stay with a family friend once they discharge you…but first…" Dean says and walks closer to me, pulls out a knife with a silver blade, and starts bringing it towards my arm.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" I growl at him and pull my arm away from him.
"Easy Cuz, I just have to check something. If you had your memories still you'd understand, it's just a little bit of blood." Dean reassures me, and I reluctantly allow him to make a small cut on my arm, he wipes the blade off on his worn brown leather jacket and puts it away, then grabs out a silver flash with a superimposed cross on it, unscrews the cap and throws some water on my face, tightens the cap back into place stores the flash in his pocket, then grabs a salt packet off of my lunch tray opens it then pours it out onto the back of my hand.
"So what's up with all these weird tests, Dean?" I ask him even though I know he's checking to see if I'm some kinda monster.
"You…uhh, well you were dead…and you came back different Matty." Dean says and hands me a hand mirror that was placed on the night stand near the hospital bed, looking at my reflection I don't really recognize myself, I look a bit like Tom Welling, but with yellow cat eyes, and snow white hair…and I'm youthful probably late teens maybe just cresting into my twenties.