Holly North was a bright kid. She was shy and tended to keep away from the spotlight, but she was very creative and smart. She never told anybody besides her best friend this to keep from sounding cocky, but she was really proud of herself for practically memorizing the map of the entire neighborhood. Isabelle only encouraged this, glad to see Holly in a good mood.

Holly met Isabelle Parker in junior high. Isabelle was quite outgoing and friendly. She was always making sure that Holly wasn't hiding among the shadows too often, and when Holly was being a wallflower, she wasn't alone.

Holly was secretly a big fangirl of a lot of things, and she managed to get Isabelle into one of her favorite shows: "Supernatural". Holly was heading over to Isabelle's house; they had planned a Supernatural-marathon sleepover for the night.

She stared at the ground as she strolled at a steady pace, mentally mapping her tracks on her way to Isabelle's house. She paused for a second when she saw something on the ground. She bent down to pick up an antique-looking pocket watch. Holly continued walking, a puzzled look slowly taking over her face and her eyes never leaving the watch. It was a very pretty watch, the front of it displayed a picture of white wings on a black background, all under a polished surface. Around the edges was wire bent into a swirling and intricate pattern.

Holly was nearly halfway to Isabelle's house, now no longer paying any attention to where she was going. All of a sudden there was a whooshing sound from her right, accompanied by the honking of a horn. She froze in the middle of the road, then yanked back with a startling force by the handle of her backpack. The driver of the car that nearly hit her shouted a few obscene words in her direction. She ignored the foul language and turned to see who saved her from her from the near tragedy. She found a man not much older than herself standing behind her, scratching his neck and looking off to the side.

"You should watch where you're going, kid," he told her, as he flicked his gaze to her eyes.

There were a few moments of silence before Holly shyly stuttered a "Thank you."

She looked as if she wanted to say something else, but noticed that the man had glanced at the pocket watch in her hand. She tightened her grip around it and bid the man a quick, but polite farewell and turned to take a different path to Isabelle's. She liked the scenic route better, anyway. She slid the watch in her pocket and sped her pace as she walked away from the man.

Holly made a few turns, making a roundabout trail in her mind to follow. The trees started to get a little thicker, making a tunnel as they canopied over her head. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she looked up at the leaves. It was autumn already, but they haven't changed color yet.

The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out the watch again. She thought it was very pretty. The wings on the front reminded her of one of her favorite characters on Supernatural.

Holly opened up the device. The inside was also beautiful, but she noticed that the hands weren't moving at all. She held it up to her ear and listened carefully. Nope. Definitely no ticking coming from this watch. This detail, however, didn't bother her at all. She enjoyed puzzles and other things of the sort, and became determined to fix it.

Holly put the watch back into her pocket when she heard her phone ringing. She set her backpack against the nearest tree and pulled it out to answer her friend, who was beginning to get worried at the fact that Holly was late. She told Isabelle not to fret. She explained why she chose to take the scenic route to her house, and Isabelle responded with a simple "Alright, just hurry up."

Holly was about to hang up the phone when the connection was cut. She thought that was odd, but put her phone back in her pocket anyway. If Isabelle wanted to keep talking, she could just call back.

Picking up her backpack, Holly continued her stroll under the trees, when all of a sudden there was a huge crash from behind her. She turned to see what it was, and found out that one of the trees had fallen and blocked the path she was walking on. She stared in shock, but then the next tree began to fall, as if being pushed over by a massive outside force.

Each tree began falling one by one, like dominos, and they were slowly headed in Holly's direction. She turned and began to run as fast as she could to make it out of the tunnel of trees. The end of it wasn't that far away.

The teen seized up when she saw something that looked like a barrier of thin glass, but then continued to charge through anyway. When she didn't feel anything solid, she decided that it must have been an effect of the adrenaline rushing through her body.

The teen continued to sprint with all her might until she leapt out from under the last tree as it came crashing down. To Holly's surprise, she landed unceremoniously on a sidewalk. She glared confusedly at the hard pavement. When did they put a sidewalk here? This was supposed to be a dirt trail.

She got up to get a better look at her surroundings. She found it even more surprising that she wasn't near any trees whatsoever. She was actually in the middle of a town; a town that Holly didn't recognize. Something was definitely not right, Holly knew her neighborhood well. She knew all of the back roads, twists, and turns. This was definitely not supposed to be here.

Holly got up off the ground and dusted herself off. She decided that the best thing to do would be to figure out her location, so she started heading down the sidewalk in search for directions.

It took her no longer than a minute or two to locate a grocery store. She turned and began heading in the direction of the store, but not before stopping first to let a car pass. She had learned her lesson in mindfulness today.

Holly continued walking after the car passed her, but she recognized the car from somewhere. She began following it. Upon closer inspection, she remembered where she had seen the car before. It was a black 1967 Chevy Impala, and even had the same licence plate number as that of the car that belonged to the main characters of Supernatural.

Holly decided to ask the owner of this vehicle for directions instead of one of the store owners. With a smile on her face, she walked up behind the car as it was being put in park. Holly began speaking as soon as the driver's door was open.

"Hi, sorry, I don't mean to bother you or anything, but I was wondering if you could tell me where I am…" Holly trailed off when she saw who climbed out of the car. Holly's stomach bubbled in excitement as she recognized one of her favorite actors: Jared Padalecki. Holly stood frozen, her mouth gaping open for a moment before finding her words again. She squealed and asked Jared for two autographs, one for herself and one for her friend, but he just looked at her in confusion.

A few more seconds passed before he asked why she would want his autograph, and Holly told him "My friend and I are a big fan of the show!"

His face simply shows more confusion.

Holly continues describing Supernatural, but it wasn't until she mentioned "you, Jensen, and Misha…" that she stops talking, because his expression changes from confusion to shock.

He looks at Holly. "Where did you hear those names?"

Now it was Holly's turn to display confusion upon her face. "... Jared Padalecki, right? You're famous…"

"Sorry, miss. My name is Sam Winchester."

Holly blinks. She looks to the left, and then to the right. Then she casts her gaze back on the man claiming to be Sam Winchester. "You know, there aren't any cameras here. You don't have to be Sam in front of me." But the man continued to insist that he wasn't an actor.

Giving up on the topic, Holly decided to figure out where she was. She was quite shocked with the answer.

"You're in Lebanon, Kansas." Sam told her. Holly's jaw dropped. It took a second for Holly to start speaking again. She looked worried. Sam closed and locked the door to the Impala while subtly listening to the girl's mutterings. She was talking about something in California.

"Is that where you're from? California, I mean?" Sam asked her after waiting a moment. Holly nodded slowly, staring at the pavement. "Then what are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't know how I got here!" Holly exclaimed. She continued to explain the situation to Sam, who listened intently. She told him how she was going to her friend's house, how she almost got hit by a car and took another trail, how all the trees collapsed over the path and how the town came out of nowhere. She told him she recognized the Impala from the show "Supernatural" and followed it into the parking lot where they were now.

"And that's when I met you." She stopped talking and looked up at Sam, who was looking across the parking lot, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

A few moments passed and then Sam spoke quietly, as if only to himself, but Holly still heard him. "That's where those names are from. I knew it."

"Knew what? What names?" Holly began asking him.

"Ah… nothing. Don't worry about it." Sam shifted his gaze to Holly's and stared thoughtfully at her until she began to feel uncomfortable in the silence.

He finally spoke up. "So you're lost, right?"

Holly nodded, her eyes wide.

"And you recognize me?" Sam inquired, gesturing to himself.

Holly's eyebrows shot up. "Recognize you? I've seen so many online convention panels and interviews of you, Jensen, and Misha that I feel as if I know you!" She waited a beat. "I just realized how creepy that sounds! I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anyth-"

Sam laughed and interrupted her. "Don't worry about that," he assured. "All I need to know is if you would be willing to tag along with me for a bit? I need to get some stuff from the store for the bunker, and I really think my brother should hear your story."

Holly's eyes went even wider, unbelievably so. She gasped and replied with "Yes! I'd love to meet your brother!" And then her smile faltered. "But Isabelle… I should call her to tell her where I am. Or somebody I know, at least. They're going to be worried if I'm missing for too long.."

Sam nodded as Holly pulled out her phone and started pressing some buttons. She stopped after a few seconds of this and furrowed her brow. She held the device high in the air, and then pulled it back down again, squinting at the screen. Finally she looked up. Sam raised an eyebrow at her.

"I don't have a signal!" she announced dramatically.

"That's odd…" Sam said, trying not to laugh as Holly continued to pout, sticking out her bottom lip. He pulled out his own cell and handed it to her. "Wanna use mine?" he asked.

Holly took it gratefully. "Yes, thankyou."

Sam, being a gentleman, took Holly's backpack and put it in the back seat of the car. They wandered into the store and up and down the isles, Sam grabbing things from the shelves and Holly trying to contact somebody she knew on Sam's cell phone.

After trying to call three different people but reaching nothing but a robotic voice telling her that the numbers she dialed have never been in use, she threw her hands in the air. "I give up," she exclaimed, feeling defeated. She gave Sam his phone back and slumped her shoulders with a heavy sigh.

They started scanning things at the self checkout counter. "Don't worry," Sam told her. "we're going to figure out this mess and get you home safe and sound. I promise."

Holly looked up at Sam. He glanced back at her and gave her a small smile, while finishing bagging the rest of the groceries.

They carried the bags back to the Impala and set them down in the backseat, next to Holly's backpack. Holly climbed into the shotgun seat, and watched Sam through the windshield as he made his way around the front of the car. He opened the driver's door right as his phone began to ring.

Sam checked the caller ID. It was his brother. Sam leaned over and looked through the car doorway at Holly. "I'll only be a minute. I need to take this call. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

Holly nodded and smiled at him.

Sam walked behind the Impala and flipped his phone open. He leaned against the trunk and put the phone up to his ear.

"Don't worry, Dean. I got pie. I just finished shopping, and I'm about to head back."

"Good, because I just got word from Cas. I need you back here ASAP."

"Are you serious, man? Where is he? Is he okay?"

"He said he's fine for now, but he kept telling me that he didn't want to put us in danger by being around us, since every angel is out to get him, and I couldn't convince him otherwise, so I called Charlie over to trace the call. She's working on it as we speak."

"Why can't Cas just fly down here instead of use a phone?"

"I asked him that. He said Metatron took his grace… I'm worried, Sam. Cas is human now. He has a price on his head and he won't let us help him."

"We'll find him, Dean. I'll be there in fifteen. I've got news for you, too. You're going to want to hear this."

Sam hung up his phone and got into the car. He started driving back to the bunker.

Holly looked out the passenger's window and sighed silently, wondering if this was all a dream. It certainly didn't feel like a dream; she was usually able to tell the difference. But if it wasn't a dream, she didn't know what to think.

Without looking down, she pulled out the pocket watch slowly and brushed her thumb over the top of it. Sam and Holly both stared silently through the windshield for the entirety of the trip back to the bunker.