Full Summary: Amelia Bane could have been the poster child for the apple pie life. At least, there were no monsters in her closet or under her bed but things have changed. She crash landed in some dimension where its own Amelia Bane never made it past infancy; where weird things keep happening to her. And even the supernatural is having trouble figuring out who or what she is. She knows with out a doubt that she's human but there's something laying dormant inside her. Something that no one seems to be able to explain. With out answers and few options; she hits the road with the Winchesters. Will she ever get home? Will she want to after everything is said and done? Especially after Dean?

Note: Please be patient with me. It's been a long while since I did any real fanfic writing. So please take it easy on me for the first few chapters. It's also my first Supernatural fic. That's not to say that I don't want any criticism but please don't tear me down too badly.

I was cold. My clothes were sticking to me, heavy from the falling rain, but I couldn't figure out why it was raining.

It hadn't been raining earlier, had it?

My whole body ached and it took every ounce of strength I had to open my eyes. It was dark and yet it still made my head spin and my stomach churn painfully until I couldn't take it anymore and rolled over to empty the contents held within my stomach. My throat burned and I forced my tears back when I finally rolled myself to my hands and knees and opened my eyes again.

I wasn't where I should have been, but I couldn't remember where that was exactly. I was surrounded by trees, covered in mud and bits of leaves and twigs.

God! I didn't even know where I was. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't even remember how I got — my heart clenched painfully.

We were running a little late. My parents were driving in the front seat of our Toyota Highlander on our way to the airport in Portland and for once it wasn't raining, even though it was late December, Christmas Eve actually. Technically it was the morning of Christmas Eve. I checked the clock to see how much time we had, it read 3:23 am. The airport was always crazy this time of year and we were heading off to Canada of all places to spend Christmas with my Aunt and Uncle. I wasn't particularly excited about it, none of us really were, especially when it came to catching the seven am flight out of here.

It was a short ride from Troutdale to Portland but I still found myself breathing on the window and drawing shapes on the foggy surface and fiddling with the flower pendant hanging around my neck out of boredom. My parent's conversation floated in and out of my mind, something about the guy behind us and how he was riding our bumper. I looked up when he passed us expecting to see some dick on his cellphone but, no one was there. No one was driving the car! It was completely empty. I blinked in disbelief, when suddenly the car swerved back into our lane slamming into the side of our car.

Everything slowed down. I felt the car slide and tip over. I felt every flip, turn, and jerk as it rolled off the road, over the side rail and rush towards the river below. All I could do was lock myself down; bracing my arms on the seat in front of me to hold myself in place, hoping that we wouldn't be hurt too bad, but there was no time to really panic. There wasn't even enough time to breathe.

We hit the water fast, making my head crash into the plastic interior of the car and I blacked out.

It was a car accident. We'd fallen into the river. And my parents, where we were my parents? Where was I!

I felt like my heart was going to burst and all I wanted to do was curl up and cry but I couldn't. I had to find my parents if I could or get some help, but everything was so confusing.

Everything was wrong. It was too warm to be December and the trees still had leaves, it felt like late spring or early summer, not Christmas.

I stood up when I felt like my legs would hold me and tried to think around the panic, around the desperation that was felt like it was trying to crush me. I could move well enough and I was pretty sure nothing was broken but my head was still spinning.

That meant I had a concussion, right?

I reached behind me to prod at my skull and flinched when I touched the spot I had hit in the car. My fingers came away sticky; I was bleeding but not too badly. I let out a shaky breath. I was okay, a little worse for wear but alive and able to walk, if only I knew where to go.

I tried to listen for any signs of life but it was hard to hear anything past the sound of my own heart and the blood rushing through my system. I stood listening for a few minutes ready to give up when I heard a low rumbling like a car coming from my right. I rushed after it or at least tried too but moving too fast made my head spin.

It took me about a minute to find the road just as a set of head lights came into view. I jumped into the road and heard the screech and squeal of the car's skidding tires before it came to a jarring halt only a few feet in front of me.

It looked like an old truck but I couldn't really tell with the headlights shining in my eyes but I heard a door open and slam shut and watched as a man stepped out.

"You better have a damn good reason for jumping into the road like...What the hell happened to you?"

My shaking limbs finally buckled and the pavement came rushing up to meet me as the adrenaline left my system. "Please. Help me. Please." I could feel the rest of my body start to give out and the man rushed over to support me.

"Whoa girl, easy there. What happened? What's your name?" his voice was gruff but I couldn't see his face not when my eyes were clouded with tears.

"A-Amelia Bane." My head was throbbing. I was starting to black out. I could barely make out his name as I slipped under.

"The names John Winchester, sweetheart and I'm gonna get you outta here."