The sound of Dean's phone ringing woke both of the brothers from their restless sleep. Sam rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up to a sitting position while Dean scrambled to find his phone. He looked at the caller ID and quickly flipped it open after reading the name.

"Cassie?" He asked, his voice cracking when he spoke. He was quiet for a few moments as he listened to Cassie speak before assuring her that they would be on their way over soon and hanging up. "We have to get to Ohio," Dean said before reaching under the bed and pulling out his duffle bag. He threw it on the bed and stood up to start gathering his things.

"What's she doing in Ohio?" Sam asked. The last time he had heard anything about Cassie, she was still living in Missouri.

"She went back to visit a college friend in Athens, friend went missing a few days ago, and now she's back," he replied as he stuffed a shirt in to his bag.

"That doesn't make any sense. If she came back then why call us?" Sam inquired.

"Because she came back forty years older," Dean told him.
Sam laughed and shook his head. "That's impossible," he told Dean before flopping back down on the bed and closing his eyes.

"Apparently it's not," Dean fired back. "Now get your ass up. We're leaving in ten minutes and if you and your shit aren't in the car, I will leave without you."
"No breakfast?" Sam pouted.

"No breakfast," Dean said sternly before reaching under Sam's bed and pulling out his bag and throwing it at him.

With that, Sam forced himself out of bed to brush his teeth and find a pair of jeans to pull on. Still half asleep, he gathered everything else then dumped it in the bag and hauled it out to the car. They were only a few hours away in a small town in Kentucky where they had spent the night hunting down an angry spirit that didn't want to be found. By the time they had taken care of it and gotten back to the hotel, the sun had just began to sneak above the horizon. The brothers had only gotten a handful of sleep over the last few days and had planned to lay low for the day and get some rest but as usual, nothing ever goes to plan. But luckily for Sam, he knew Dean wouldn't be very talkative as they drove so he used the few hours they had on the road to catch a bit more sleep.

When Dean shook Sam awake in the parking lot of the motel, the almost three hour journey felt like it had passed in no time at all. Sam was still exhausted as he hauled his bag in to their room while Dean called Cassie. He followed Sam in shortly after and the two made a quick plan of action. Dean would go talk to Cassie and her friend while Sam, as usual, would try and figure out what kind of supernatural creature could add decades on to someone's age and how they could stop it. A couple hours after his brother left, Sam had searched through two books and an array of websites on the local history of the town without any luck. He could feel his attention slipping from research to noticing how heavy his eyelids felt and how loud his stomach was growling. So after a quick phone call to Dean, he grabbed one of the books he hadn't read through headed out on foot in search for a cheap diner somewhere.

Fortunately, Athens was a fairly small college town and everything centered around the campus. Their motel was only a few blocks away from the main road that was littered with shops, hole in the wall eateries, and college students rushing from building to building. From what he had read, the town had been around for a couple hundred years and most of the buildings around campus were as old as the town itself. With all the history Athens had, it was said to be one of the most haunted places in Ohio. Most of the entities harmless and no one bothered with them but every once in a while, something would trigger a violent one and that's when hunters would step in.

Sam walked through groups of bustling students in search of some place to get food that wasn't a cafe or vegetarian. Eventually he stumbled upon a small diner sandwiched between two old brick buildings. The exterior was covered in shining panels of stainless steel and the interior was decked out in the classic 1950s décor. The place looked like a tourist trap but not wanting to walk any further or go back to one of the cafes he had passed on the way there, he decided to head inside. As he slid in to a booth, a red headed woman sitting at the bar watched him intently while sipping down a milkshake. Sam didn't recognize her but not wanting to be rude, he gave her a small smile before pulling out his book and starting on it. He was halfway through the first sentence when the woman at the bar slid in the booth across from him and slammed the book shut.

"Oi, are you just not going to talk to me?" She asked him with her eyebrow cocked. Her Scottish accent took Sam by surprise.

"I'm sorry," he sputtered out, "but do I know you?"
The woman took her hand off the front cover of his book and leaned back. She gave Sam a good, hard look and rolled her eyes. "I thought you looked a bit young," she said to herself.

"You must have gotten me confused with someone else," Sam said, thinking it could be the only possible explanation of why she had stared him down when he had walked in like she was waiting for him to sit down next to her. At first he thought she was just checking him out, hoping he would chat her up. As much as Sam would have liked to, he was too tired and too busy to even try with her. But now that she was sitting in front of him and he could really look at her, he was glad she had mistaken him for that someone else. Her porcelain skin made her fiery ginger hair and bright hazel eyes stand out and from where he sat, he could now see the tiny freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. She was long and lean, and the mini skirt she was wearing showed off her mile-long legs. And then there was that Scottish accent. Sam was glad Dean wasn't here to try and get her for himself.

Sam started to introduce himself but the woman cut him off. "I know you who are, Sam Winchester," she told him and took a sip of her milkshake. "I know you quite well, actually."

"I've never met you in my life," Sam told her in a low voice, his confusion rushing back. "How do you know my name?"
"I know your name the same way that I know you have a brother and that his name is Dean. I also know that you and Dean travel around hunting spirits and werewolves and demons," she shrugged. "I also know that thinks he Dean could 'bounce a nickle' off my ass and that you like how my nose crinkles when I laugh."

"Yeah? And how is that?" he asked.
"Because you told me," she replied as if it was obvious and crossed her arms.

Sam shook his head. He would have remembered meeting her. He met a lot of unique people, sure, but it wasn't every day he met a feisty Scottish girl in a short skirt and combat boots. "How could I have told you any of that? I've never met you." he refuted.

"You haven't met me yet," she corrected.

"Yet?" Sam asked. "Are you some kind of psychic?"

The woman looked away from him and laughed as if he had made a joke. She was right, he did like the way she scrunched her nose when she laughed. "No, Sam. I'm a time traveller," she told him and she leaned forward with her elbows on the table and chin resting on her hands. Sam's jaw dropped and he couldn't seem to find words to express how crazy he thought she was. She stretched across the table and put her hand under his chin and pushed his mouth closed.

"That's not possible," he told her when the initial shock had worn off.

"You know it's not. Castiel has sent Dean back in time," she reminded him.
"So you're an angel then?" Sam assumed. As beautiful as she was, it would make sense. And they were the only creatures he knew of that could achieve time travel.

"Of course not. I'm human just like you," she said. Sam prepared another round of questions to fire at her but before she could, a waitress came to their table and asked if they wanted any food. Sam tried to shoo her away and insist that he wasn't hungry but he was interrupted by Amy again. "Don't listen to him," she said to the waitress."He wants a double cheeseburger, no onion, fries, and coffee. Nothing for me, though. Thanks."

The waitress quickly scribbled down the order then headed back behind the bar. Sam looked at the Scottish woman in disbelief and she let out a chuckle. "How did you know what I order at diners?" he asked her.
"Because that's what you ordered when you took me here before," she told him, then scrunched her face and shook her head. "Well, before for me. Later for you. I keep forgetting we're out of order."

"You know, the more you talk, the less I understand about any of this," he pointed out.

"I should probably explain then," she offered.

Sam nodded in agreement and said, "an explanation would be good."

So while they waited for Sam's food to arrive, the woman explained everything. She told him that her name was Amy Pond and that when she was seven, she met a man called the Doctor and he had a space ship that also traveled in time called the TARDIS.
"TARDIS?" Sam asked thinking that it was a strange name for a space ship that doubled as a time machine.
"It stands for time and relative dimension in space. And don't make fun of her in front of the Doctor. He's basically in love with her," she told him and rolled her eyes. Sam wanted to ask why Amy had referred to the TARDIS as 'her' but he knew the answer would just lead to even stranger questions and that wasn't a path he was sure he wanted to go down. So instead he asked, "you've been traveling with the Doctor since you were seven?"
"No. He left then he came back for me twelve years later, saved the world, left again, then came back two years after that and I've been with him ever since," she answered with a grin. "And together we hop around space and time saving people and having adventures."

"You could be anywhere in time and space and you're in Ohio," Sam pointed out.
"We're in Ohio for the same reason you are," she told him. Looking at her watch, she quickly corrected herself. "Well, we will be soon. Sorry, I'm not used to keeping track of myself like this."

"Let me get this straight. We're going to meet again in the future while fighting off whatever it is that brought my brother and I here?" Sam asked. Amy nodded as she sipped down the rest of her shake. "So you can tell us what we're up against and how to beat it?" He hoped that Amy could save him a lot of time and effort and hopefully make this job a lot less risky. But Amy just sighed and looked away from him.
"All I can tell you is that the creature you will be fighting against is called a weeping angel and it is the most dangerous creature in the universe," Amy said solemnly.

"Well, that's reassuring," Sam told her sarcastically. "Why can't you tell me anything else?"
"Spoilers," Amy said apologetically. Sam sighed and put his head in his hands. Once again, the perfect solution to one of his problems was within reach but he couldn't have it. That didn't surprise him, but it didn't take away from how frustrating the situation was either. Amy scooted out of her side of the booth and slid in next to Sam. She ran her fingertips over the back of his neck and exhaled sharply. "I know you're frustrated and I don't blame you. But I know you can do this. I was there after all," she told him.

"I could still use your help," he said.

"You don't need it right now. Just get your research done. Later on though, I'm going to save your ass and never let you forget it," she said softly. "For now, you're on your own. I have to get out of here before I end up crossing my own time stream."

Sam lifted his head and watched as she stood and picked up her coat from the other side of the booth. As she turned to leave, Sam grabbed her arm and spun her back around so that she faced him. "Are you absolutely sure there is nothing else you can tell me?" he asked.

"Actually, yes," she said. Surprised, he looked up at her and waited for her to continue. "My favorite cat is Biggles and remember not to blink."

"Seems helpful," Sam noted having not understood how what she just told him could be of any use but seeing as this was part of her past, he decided not to argue with her.

"It will be," Amy laughed. Then, without warning, she bent down and pressed her lips to his. There was no hesitation or second guessing on her end of the kiss, as if this wasn't the first time they had done this. And maybe for Amy it wasn't. Maybe this is what she meant when she said she knew him quite well. Suddenly Sam didn't mind that he had no clue what he was getting in to or how to get out of it if fighting the most dangerous creatures in the universe resulted in winning the heart of Amy Pond. He released his grip on her arm and held her face in his hands as he kissed her back. He felt her smile against his lips before she kissed him hard one last time before pulling his hands away and stepping back from him.
"I've only fifty seconds before I rip a hole in the space-time continuum," she said, grinning and out of breath. She grabbed her from her side of the booth then turned and started walking toward the door. "See you soon, Sammy," she called over her shoulder before exiting the diner. Sam watched her through the window as she crossed the street and snuck in to a narrow alley between shops. Dean is never going to believe this, he thought to himself.

Shortly after his talk with Amy Pond, the waitress brought Sam his food and the bill. He quickly devoured his burger and fries and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table and rushed back to the motel. He tried calling Dean on the way, but his call went to voicemail, so he hung up and tried again. On the second to last ring, Dean answered the call with an annoyed "hello?"

"You and Cassie need to meet me at the motel as soon as possible," Sam said excitedly.
"Why? What's wrong?" Dean asked in his worried big brother tone.
"Nothing, I-" Sam started.
"You interrupted me from consoling Cassie for nothing?" Dean said, cutting him off.
"No, I called to tell you that I met someone who knew what our monster was," Sam told him. Dean let out an aggravated sigh and told him that he and Cassie would be there in half an hour then hung up. Sam rolled his eyes and tucked his phone back in to his pocket and made his way back to the motel.

A short walk later, Sam was back in the motel room, sitting on his bed with his laptop looking for any local legends about weeping angels. As he read through different possibilities of what the angel could be, he had a hard time keeping his mind from wandering back to Amy. The idea of her being a time traveller was still hard to wrap his mind around, along with the fact that she went from planet to planet to gank alien bad guys. He wasn't sure that Dean would believe that because he wasn't sure he could believe it himself. But what choice did they have? Amy was the best, and only, lead they had along with her friend the Doctor. Sam was just hoping that they knew enough about these weeping angels to keep them all from ending up dead.

After digging around a website dedicated to different Ohio haunts, Sam had finally found something that had good information on the weeping angel and where to find it. A few minutes after that, Dean came bursting through the door towing Cassie closely behind. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the back of a chair before walking to where Sam sat and pulling his computer off his lap.
"Is this what you cock blocked me for? A stone statue?" Dean asked as looked at the screen. Cassie glared at him before punching him in the shoulder. "Sorry, Cas," he said and gave her a quick peck.
"You better be," she scolded before plopping down in a nearby chair.

"Anyway, according to that website and a new friend of mine, it's more than just a stone statue," Sam told him.

"Oh, right. Your mysterious informant," Dean nodded as he read. "Are you going to tell me who it is?"
Sam tried to think of how to describe Amy without making her sound as unbelievable as she was and if he should leave out the part where she kissed him. "It's complicated," he said finally.
Looking up from the laptop screen, Dean raised his eyebrows at his younger brother. "Well, you better get to explaining, then," he instructed before closing the laptop and tossing it back to Sam.

"Well," he smiled, "her name is Amy Pond."