***Disclaimer: I obviously do not own any of the Supernatural characters.

Summary: This is basically a story about what might happen if the world of Supernatural was real and someone "left their time machine on". If you're a fan of Primeval you may be familiar with the concept I'm going for. The first chapter actually doesn't involve any of the characters from the show, it's basically just a set up for everything that happens next. This is the first fanfiction I've ever wrote and it really is basically crack!fiction.

Chapter One: The Rain Down In Sweden or How I met My Sister and Then Related It To A Toto Song

I can't tell you what this story is about. I suppose I could, but it would be jumbled and confused and you probably wouldn't keep reading. You also probably wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain. Maybe you would, though. I don't know. What I will tell you is this is a story about family, friends, zombie dinosaurs and the end of the world. I'm not sure I would believe it but I was there.

As I stood waiting, I did a quick recap of the events that led to me standing on a doorstep in Sweden. My husband had mysteriously vanished, I had never met my real dad, and I was what some called impulsive. I couldn't do anything more to find Rob, my husband, but I could find my real father. So I had left my two year-old daughter with my family and got on a plane. That was what I was thinking when the door was flung open.

"Hej?" A teenage girl was standing there with a quizzical look. I was glad 'hello' was discernible in almost any language but I started wishing I knew more Swedish.

"Hi! Uh, is Peter home?" I tried not to look nervous. She shook her head.

"No. They went on vacation." Vacations took longer then a trip to the store. I thought about what to do next.

"When is he supposed to get back?" I asked.

"Oh, next Sunday." Today was Monday.

"Great. Alright. Well, thank you." I started to walk away.

"Wait, should I tell him you came by?" Yeah, that would be good. By the way, the daughter you never met stopped by.

"Um." What the hell. I had come all this way. "My name is Amanda Zimmer. Most people call me Skip. You can tell him I'm Anita Reno's daughter." She looked surprised for a moment.

"I've heard that name before, hm." She tapped a finger on her chin. Now it was my turn to be surprised.

"You have?"

"Pretty sure, yes," she nodded. "I think my dad worked with her in America."

"Something like that," I grinned. She smiled back at me. "What's your name?"

"Oh! Excuse me! I'm Christina," she said, thrusting her hand at me. I shook it.

"It's nice to meet you."

"You too! How long are you here for?"

"Just for the week." She frowned.

"Then you won't be here when he gets back!"

"Yeah, that's okay. It wasn't that important." She seemed to waver for a moment.

"Would you like to come in for a bit? It's raining." It was. It had been raining in Sweden since the 14th century, I was sure.

"Um." Well, I was already here. I had flown over four thousand miles and this was a chance to get to know my half-sister. "Alright."

She stood aside so I could slip in and then she shut the door. After taking my shoes off, I followed her down a hall into a living room. The first thing I noticed was the fact there was a crocodile skin hanging on the wall. I wondered if my dad had been the one to shoot it. I sat down on the couch next to her.

"What part of America are you from?" she asked, leaning forward.

"Well, all over to be honest. Right now my family lives in Tennessee."

"Oh neat! You don't live with them, though?" At the moment, I didn't really live anywhere.

"I'm kind of in between places but my daughter is staying with them while I'm over here." Her face broke out into a huge grin.

"You have a daughter?" She squealed, "How old is she? Do you have pictures? I love kids."

"She's two years old," I said digging into my bag and pulling out my iPod. I scrolled to the baby pictures. "Here you go."

"Aw!" She took the iPod and began looking at the pictures. "She a little angel!"

"Thanks." Angel would have not been the mythological creature I would have picked.

"Where's her dad?"

"Honestly? I have no idea. About three months ago he disappeared. It was weird. He didn't take anything. There's been no word at all. So I just decided to come over here." I didn't know why I was telling her this. I wasn't the chatty type. I rambled, true, and said stupid things but that was because people made me nervous. The thing was: I wasn't nervous.

"Oh, that's terrible! I'm sorry, I hope you find him."

"I hope so, too. Who knows what will happen." She patted me on the knee. From anyone else it might have seemed condescending. I smiled.

"Why are you here? It's a very long way to fly." This was the tough part. I looked at the girl sitting next to me. I liked her. She was sweet and bubbly. I had no idea how she felt about her, our, father. I could crush everything she believed about him.

"It's really complicated. I'm not sure I can explain."

"That's okay. What are you going to do while you're here?"

"Probably do some sight-seeing. I'm not really sure."

"I could show you around! I have to do some homework first but it would be neat." Any other time I would've said no. I don't know why I didn't.

"That would be great," I said and meant it. "What kind of homework do you have?"

"Math! Yuck! I'm no good at math." She looked horrified at the mere thought.

"I can relate to that. I was never very good at math. I could try giving you a hand, though." Immediately she jumped up.

"That would be great! I'll go get my books. This is awesome." She hurried off back down the hall.

"Huh." I felt like a whirlwind had just touched down. I wasn't bothered by being here or agreeing to help her with math homework. I was bothered by how not bothered I was. I didn't feel awkward or out of place. I could get used to feeling like this. She came back with a pile of books and tossed them on the couch.

"It's stage three math. I just barely passed stage two." She sat down and blew a piece of hair out of her face.

"Alright," I said, trying to translate that into the American system. She put a book in my lap.

"So this is what I'm having trouble with…"

I had never done so much math in my life. That was probably because I had spent most of my life avoiding any math above the level of basic addition and subtraction. I had also never seen so much of Sweden before. (Not that I'd had an opportunity before this but you see my point.) Christina dragged me everywhere on her little island the first day. The second day, we ended up visiting a town called Ronnang, which I never really learned to pronounce correctly. Christina proved to be an excellent, if not slightly sporadic guide. She would start telling me about one thing and switch to a completely different subject half-way through. I didn't mind. I happened to do the same thing.

"I like you, Skippy," she was saying over a cup of hot chocolate. We had stopped at a small café.

"Aw, same here. You're pretty awesome," I said. I stirred some more sugar into my coffee. It was my third packet.

"Maybe one day I could come visit you in America?"

"That would be amazing! I could show you all the roadside attractions like Rock City. You could meet Saoirse, too."

"I want to meet that cutie so bad!" She gave me a shy smile. "You know, I've had a lot of fun. It's like hanging out with my big sister."

For a second, I was about to agree with her. The problem was I actually was her big sister. In the past two days I had become attached to her. I tried not to do that because it generally ended badly. On the other hand, I was the only girl in my family; except now I had the chance to have the sister I always wanted. And, really, who better than someone I actually liked? They say you couldn't pick your family but maybe you could.

"Christina, you know how you were asking why I came over here?" She nodded. "Well. I found out that my dad isn't actually my dad. That's why I'm here. Peter is my dad." I waited for her reaction. She had her head down and her face was hidden by her hair.

"That means you really are my sister?" It was my turn to nod. Suddenly she was out of her seat and pulling me into a hug. "That is awesome! Oh! I can't believe it!"

"I'm so glad you're happy!" A few people turned to look at us jumping up and down, hugging each other.

"Of course I'm happy! How could I not be? Oh, Skip, this is wonderful." She really did look as ecstatic as I felt.

"You'll really have to come visit me now," I said sitting back down. She sat down as well, looking serious.

"Right…This means I'm Saoirse's aunt?"

"Oh yeah! She'll like you." Christina still looked troubled.

"But that means all this time I had a sister. Did dad know about you?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure. I think my mom told him, but I got the feeling they decided to go their separate ways." I could understand how the situation made her angry.

"That's not right! He should've told me. He should've told everyone. You know what? I think I'm done."

"What do you mean?"

"Just my family lied to me and I get you were probably scared to tell me but you still told me. You've treated me more like family."

"Well…We are family," I said.

"I want to come back to America with you." I had to force myself to close my mouth.

"Really? I don't mind but I don't want you to rush into something." I looked at her face and already knew I wasn't going to change her mind.

"I'm sure. We can leave before they get back. I'll leave them a note."

"If you're sure. I'm mean, you are seventeen."

"Almost eighteen!"

"True," I said, feeling a grin spread across my face. "And it would be pretty epic."

"It's settled. I'm going back with you."