A/N: It's been a long time coming, but the sequel is finally up and running! The reason it took so long was I had issues deciding on a title...nothing seemed to work and I'm still not sure if it works. In the meantime, I should have no excuse for not updating promptly seeing as this fic is actually already complete. So if I start slacking, feel free to bombard me and bug the crap out of me!

A few notes, I decided to just keep it posted as a crossover even though Clara and the Doctor don't physically make any appearances, they are still mentioned a bit and it'll lead into the third installment (which yes, is started. I have a thing for trilogies, don't ask me why...). Secondly, the sequel starts off almost immediately after the Doctor leaves with the injured Ryse. Ryse will be talked about a lot, but you won't see her til the end :)

I think I covered the points I wanted to make...if I missed something or there's confusion, let me know! Thanks for following and please, enjoy!

"Barely," Meg replied feeling Ryse's neck for a pulse. "What the hell happened Winchester?"

"Later, we gotta get Ryse ok," Dean said.

"She's barely hanging on, Dean," Meg snarled, letting the emotion that was filling her turn to anger. "Doc, can you do anything?"

The Doctor, hands shaking, pulled out his screwdriver and pointed it at Ryse before reading the results the scan had gotten. He shook his head sadly, a tear escaping out of the corner, "There's nothing I can do. There's almost no life force left in her."

"Dammit Ryse," Dean cursed.

"Where's Cas, maybe he can-" Meg started.

"Cas ain't here!" Dean snapped.

"What the hell!? Why does everything you touch get screwed up!?" Meg yelled back.

Meg shook her head at the memory and sighed as she watched Doug come trotting over to her as she exited the Bunker. She couldn't take much more of Dean and his fit. Half the place was trashed and there was no way she was going to be conned into cleaning it up. She knew he was upset, she was too, but raging about it inside the bunker wasn't going to get anything done. They wouldn't know for who knows how long if Ryse had survived, so there was no point in worrying about that at the moment. She'd worry about it when it came time to. The only thing they could do, she had tried to explain, was to go after his brother and rip the featherbrain out. She'd offer to do it herself, but he hadn't like that idea. Kevin, once he had woken up, had tried his best to calm his as well, but that had worked about as well as her suggestions.

Now she was bored. She knew better than to try and accomplish the task on her own and Cas was nowhere to be found. The last they heard, he was on his way back, but that was before the incident with Ryse and not-Sam. The Doctor's last words rang in her head and she couldn't help but get lost in thought as she sat there scratching Doug behind the ear. She didn't even hear the crunch of gravel approaching, but jumped when a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"What are you doing outside?" She glared at the figure in front of her for having startled her, but immediately ducked her head so he couldn't see the emotions that had started to overcome her. "Meg?"

"M'fine," she mumbled. She took a deep breath to steady herself before pushing herself up from her seat. He had already closed the distance between them and placed a finger under her chin to make her look at him.

"What's happened?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing her own. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips lightly against his, her hands slipping inside his coat and around his waist. She pressed herself up against him as he started returning her kiss, but pulled away a few moments later and gave her a serious look.

She shrugged, "Aren't I allowed to miss you?" He raised an eyebrow at her and pressed his lips together. Apparently he knew her better than that. She huffed, "They left."

"Who? Ryse?" She nodded, biting her lip. "That's good to hear. I would have thought they'd had wanted to say goodbye-"

"They didn't have much of a choice," she said cutting him off. Cas gave her a confused look. "Something happened and Ryse needed immediate healing and you weren't here. I don't know if they made it back to her time or not."

"What happened?"

"She saved Kevin."

"Meg, stop avoiding the question," Castiel snapped at her.

"Did you know there was an angel in Gigantor's head?" Meg asked looking up at him. Another confused look.

"Where's Dean?"

"Rearranging the bunker," Meg said. Cas turned to go inside, but Meg grabbed his arm and planted her heels. "Did you know?"

"No. I must speak with Dean."

"He stabbed Ryse with an angel blade," Meg said as Cas walked away from her and towards the bunker. She saw him pause a moment before continuing to walk inside. She rolled her eyes and with one last pat to Doug, hurried after him. She waited at the top of the stairs, leaning on the railing to look down as Cas approached Dean. She saw Dean shoot a glance up at her as he explained to Cas what had happened. She bit her tongue, not wanting to lay into Dean for letting an unknown angel into his brother's head. She knew once Sam found out what happened, he was going to pissed enough for the both of them. With that thought warm in her head, she headed down to hear what they were talking about.

"-need to talk to Sam without the angel hearing. Sam will be able to expel him once he knows what's going on," Castiel was explaining as she approached.

"Yea, that's what we were trying to do, but you see how well that worked out," Dean scoffed. "Plus there's the problem of finding Sam."

"The demons were able to dig into Samandriel's mind. Maybe we can do what they did to bypass the angel and talk to Sam direct."

"And what demon is going to willingly help you?" Meg asked. Dean gave her an uncomfortable look. "Don't look at me. I haven't a clue."

"Take Kevin and go get some supplies. Cas'll write the list," Dean said not looking at her.

"No seriously, who's going to help you? An angel and a Winchester? I'm sure they're lining up at the door." She watched them both exchange a look and rolled her eyes. Throwing her hands in the air, she took a step back, "Fine. I get it. Still the whole trust thing. Write your 'list'," she said using air quotes with her hands. "I can see when I'm not wanted around. I'll just go grab prophet boy and we'll get out of here and leave you two to some quality time."

Meg stomped out of the room and headed back to the room Kevin had claimed and banged on the door. She didn't wait for him to tell her to come in, but opened the door and slammed it shut behind her, causing him to make a stack of papers fall on the ground.

"Is there a reason for your intrusion?" he asked when he saw her standing there.

"Get your coat. I'm being told to take you shopping."

"Why?" he asked giving her a confused look.

"Oh, ya know, because they want to get rid of us," she shrugged. "I'm not the demon they need apparently."

"Demon? What do they need a demon for?"

"To get into Sam's head," she huffed. "Of course, they have to track down the moose first, but apparently we aren't wanted for that hunting trip either."

"Sounds like they're going to use Crowley," Kevin said standing up and grabbing his coat.

"What?" Meg snapped.

"If they're getting rid of us, that's probably who they're going to ask. Both of us have...history with him," Kevin replied grabbing his phone.

"Why the hell would they call Crowley?" Meg growled.

"They don't have to call him," Kevin said giving her an uncomfortable look. "Did they not tell you he's in a devil's trap in the bunker?"

Meg clenched her teeth and turned on her heel to stomp out of the room and back out to the main room. Castiel was waiting for her. She stopped a few feet from him and crossed her arms across her chest. "When were you going to tell me Crowley was here?"

"We thought it best not to," Castiel said.

"Oh really?" she scoffed. "And why would you think that?"

"Because we know you'd want to kill him," Cas replied as Kevin walked slowly into the room. "And you can't. He's the only one who knows how to reach Sam and the only one who stands a chance against Abbadon right now. The Winchesters need his help."

"You do realize everything he's done to me right?" Meg asked, venom dripping in her voice. "He tortured me for a year and then kills me while I'm trying to help you idiots! And you asses can't even tell me you have him prisoner under the same roof you've brought me back to!"

"You're upse-"

"Brillaint observation skills," Meg snapped. "All I ever ask for is a little damn respect and it seems I can't even get it from you. Thanks for nothing tree topper. Go whore about with your boyfriend, have you're little tryst. Don't come crying back to me when you all get screwed in the end."

Meg didn't stop to listen to his response. She walked up the stairs and out of the bunker and started heading down the road toward the direction of town, sticking her hands into her pockets. She wished the kid was around so she could ask her how her future-self managed to stick around for so long and not kill any of them.

"Meg, wait up!" She rolled her eyes and slowed her pace a bit so the prophet could catch up. "Listen, I'm not happy about it either."

"Yea? Well at least you knew," Meg grumbled as they kept walking. "What he'd do to you?"

"Besides the torture? He killed my mom," Kevin answered. Meg looked at him. "Or didn't. I don't know, he won't give me a straight answer."

"Sorry."

"I'm going to find her if it's the last thing I do," he vowed. Meg had to give it to the kid, he was resilient enough. "Do we really have to walk all the way or can you get us there quicker?"

Meg shrugged, "Don't know. Haven't tried that trick yet."

They walked a little longer.

"Why don't you try?" Kevin asked when she didn't say anything else.

"Because if I figure out it works, I may not want to come back. I might just teleport myself to a beach somewhere and stay there and none of you would know where I was or if I was coming back. Heck you wouldn't be able to follow me either. Then you'd all be stuck dealing with a sulking feather-brain."

"Ok, ok," Kevin said. "Don't talk to the irritated demon, got it."

Meg smirked at him, "At least someone is learning." They walked in silence for a little while longer before Meg looked over at Kevin again, "Listen, if you want help...I'll help you look for your mom."

"Really?" Kevin asked giving her a surprised look.

She shrugged, "Got nothing better to do and if it's demons that got her, what better way to track her down than with another demon."

"What's in it for you?"

"Why does everyone expect me to do things only because I get something out of them in return?"

"Because that's your m.o.?" Kevin chuckled.

"Truth," Meg nodded.

"So why help?" Kevin asked again.

Meg shrugged, not sure of the answer herself.

"Did they leave already?" Dean asked coming back into the room, pocketing the demon knife he had gone to fetch.

"Yes. Neither were happy about it." Castiel took a breath, "I'm not sure we should tell Crowley that Meg is alive."

"Why? Because they'd want to go nuclear on each other?"

"Yes. Meg stated flat out she'd kill him if given the chance."

Dean nodded, "Then we won't tell him."

Meg was just walking back into the main room the next day when Kevin's phone started going off. He picked it up and a second later he was handing it over to Meg. She raised an eyebrow.

"It's Cas."

She grabbed the phone and held it up to her ear, "Yes Clarence?"

"We found Sam," he replied.

"Oh yea? How'd you manage that?"

"Crowley had an agent at the NSA that was able to track down the Impala. We found him in Somerset, Pennsylvania."

"And now where are you?"

"In a warehouse somewhere. Dean binded him and Crowley's trying to hack into Sam's brain at the moment. It's not proving easy." Meg listened harder and could in fact here Sam screaming in the background.

"How's Dean-o holding up?"

"It's hard to say. He's standing here if you wish to ask him yourself."

"No thanks," Meg said. "I'm sure he wants to talk to me about as much as I want to talk to him." She heard Dean mumble something similar in the background and rolled her eyes. "Don't even try to force us to be friends, Clarence. It ain't gonna work. There's too much bad history between us."

"Ok." She heard the unmistakable British voice yell something in the background. "I have to go."

"Watch your back Clarence. I know you guys semi-trust Crowley, but I don't." He disconnected the line. She sighed and handed the phone back to Kevin who was giving her an expectant look. "They found Sam. Crowley's trying to break into his head."

"I wish they could just kill that angel for what he did to Ryse," Kevin said.

"I know," Meg scoffed. "But they won't until he's out of Sam."

"Do you think they got Ryse back in time?" Kevin asked looking at her.

She shrugged, "Not a clue. Guess we'll find out whenever she decides to show up."

"The Doctor hinted that it was going to be sooner rather than later." Meg shifted uncomfortably before walking in the direction of the kitchen. "You know you can't run away from it."

"Yea, but that doesn't mean I have to acknowledge it either," Meg retorted.

"You're going to have to acknowledge it at some point," Kevin said following her. "It would probably be more preferable to do so before the kid's popping out from your special place. You were both kinda mortal for a while there."

"I'd rather not talk about this right now," Meg grumbled, starting to get annoyed.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't," Meg snapped whirling around to face him. He stopped. "And the only reason you want to is because you have survivor's guilt right now and want to be sure she's ok."

"Don't you?" Kevin asked quietly. Meg stared at him. He ducked his head, "Fine. Whatever. No one ever sees fit to tell me anything anyway."

Meg knew she should say something, but for the life of her couldn't think of what would be right. She turned and walked towards the kitchen to scrounge up something.

"Hey, calm down!" Dean yelled grabbing Castiel by the jacket.

"You don't understand!" Castiel snarled. "It's his fault, all of it. The corruption of man, demons, Hell. God left because of him. The archangels, the apocalypse. If he hadn't been so weak, none of it would have happened. You ruined the universe, you damn son of a bitch."

Dean pulled him around to face him, "Cas! Cas! Hey!"

"Dean, he-"

"I get it. But you got to chill," Dean said watching him as Crowley continued to probe needles into Gadreel's head.

"What's taking so long?" Dean growled.

"Other than the fact that I'm trying to unravel a living, multidimensional knot of pure energy, not much," Crowley answered.

Gadreel gasped in a breath and opened his eyes. Dean looked forward hoping it was Sam's consciousness that was speaking. Unfortunately it was still Gadreel.

"It won't work. You will never find your brother. Go ahead. Poke and prod. I can sit in this chair for years and watch you fail over and over again. I've endured much worse than this, Dean. So...much...worse. And I have all the time in the world."

"Shut up!" Dean shouted. "All right. Plan B" Cas, you got to possess him."

Cas gave him a confused look, "What?"

"Do it now! Get in there, tell Sam what's going on, and help him kick that lying son of a bitch out!" Dean growled.

"It might work," Cas said giving him an unsure look, "But I can't possess a vessel without permission."

Crowley cleared his throat and raised his hand as a volunteer. Dean shook his head, "No. Not happening."

"Don't be daft," Crowley scoffed. "Demons can take what they want. I can burrow into that rat's nest of a head. I can wake Sam up. Just call me plan C."

"You can't-" Cas started.

Dean cut him off, "You got a better idea?" He turned back to Crowley, "What about the angel?"

"I'll work fast," he shrugged.

"And if he finds you?"

"I'll run. I'm not dying for you lot. Of course, if I do this, you're gonna have to..."

"Take off the leash. Yeah, I know," Dean huffed.

Crowley gave him a hard look, "And it stays off. I save Sam, I leave here a free man. Do we have a deal?"

Dean's jaw tensed, "Cas, burn off Sam's tattoo."

"Dean," Cas warned.

"Do it," Dean said. Cas watched him. "Do it."

Cas walked over to Gadreel and pulled down his shirt collar to reveal his warding tattoo. In a blaze of light, the tattoo disappeared. Dean turned to Crowley, "If you mess with Sam, if you try anything-"

"I keep my bargains," Crowley nodded. "Besides, I don't want to be inside your brother any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds."

"When you find him" Dean started, "say 'Poughkeepsie'. It's our go word. It means 'drop everything and run'."

"Fine. While I'm gone, hands off the suit," Crowley replied as he sat in the chair opposite Gadreel.

Gadreel glared at Crowley, "I will destroy you."

"Eat me," Crowley smirked seconds before a cloud of red demon smoke shot out of his mouth and rocketed into Gadreel's.

"An angel and demon walk into my brother...it sounds like the start of a bad joke," Dean grumbled as he started pacing.

Castiel smirked, "Listen, Dean, if this doens't work-"

"It'll work," Dean said cutting him off. He sighed, "I'm sorry. If I hadn't let that thing into my brother, Ryse would've went home safe & sound. Now we have to wait to find out if she made it or not."

Castiel nodded, "We won't be waiting as long as we think." Dean gave him a confused look. "Meg's pregnant."

"When did she tell you this?" Dean asked crossing his arms.

"She didn't. I don't think she knows it yet. I felt Ryse's presence before we left. Meg won't admit it, but I've already noticed her being more emotional than what she normally is."

"Great. An over-emotional Meg, just what I want to deal with," Dean sighed as they watched the unconscious form of his brother. Castiel turned to look at him. Dean shrugged and held up his hands in surrender, "I will try to bite my tongue, but I make no promises."

"I know. She's said the same. There's too much bad history between the two of you."

"That's an understatement," Dean scoffed. They stood in silence for a few minutes when suddenly, a bright light filled the room before disappearing and leaving behind a red smoke which settled back into Crowley's meat suit. Dean hurried forward as his brother started regaining consciousness. Crowley looked at the three of them, a curious expression on his face.

"Who's Ryse?" he asked. The three of them ignored them as Cas walked over to help Dean get Sam up out of the chair.