It was a normal day in the year 2009. Dean and Sam were at each other's throats for some reason but this was become pretty much common place now. They pretty much fought every single day now.

I looked over at Castiel. "Come on Cas," I said nodding towards the door, "I'll buy you a coffee or something. They aren't going to miss us."

"I don't need sustenance," said Castiel. "You know that as well as anyone Allanna Winchester."

"Well. Then you can at least join a girl while she has a coffee or something. I was going to ask those two idiots to join me but you know how they get when there fighting. And Dean and Sam said not to go any where by myself. I'm sure they would want you to come with me. They trust you." I turned towards my brothers. "Dean. Sam. Me and Cas are going to get some food."

"Yeah," they both said as if they were actually listening.

"See. Now come on." I dragged Cas out of the room. He didn't put much of a fight. Watching Dean and Sam fight was pretty much getting boring for both of us.

We walked across the road to the nearby dinner. Since we had arrived here on Friday this dinner had been my favorite place to eat. We walked in and sat our usual booth. The waitress a girl named Sarah walked over to us. She usually worked the days Dean and Sam chose to fight so she knew exactly what I was going to order and that Cas never ordered anything but still she asked anyway.

"I see your brothers are fighting again today," said Sarah. "So. What'll it?"

"The usual please," I said.

"Nothing for me please," said Cas.

As the waitress walked away to place my order there was a commotion outside. The sound of tires squealing across pavement and the thud of someone being hit. There was a second thud as someone hit the ground. A man came running in with an unconscious little girl in his arms.

"I need a phone," he called.

I walked over to him and handed him my cell phone. I looked at the little girl. She looked like me a little wasn't that weird. A little boy ran up and started shaking the girl. I knelt next to him.

"You don't want to do that," I said. "She maybe really hurt and moving her like that could hurt some more."

The little boy looked at me in a mingle of joy and shock. It was then that I realized that the little boy sort of reminded me of Dean the age of 4 and that he had Castiel's eyes.

"Sweetie," I said, "where are your mommy and daddy?"

He stared at me. He then pulled me close and said in a small whisper, "The year 2014."

It was then that the ambulence pulled up and the paramedics loaded the little girl in.

"Is there anyone who is with this little girl?" asked the one paramedic.

I walked over to them. "This little boy came in with her," I said. "I'd like to go with them to look after them. Can I?"

"Sure," said the other paramedic. "Why don't you both hop in the back with her?"

The little boy and I hopped into the back with his sister after I got my cell phone back from the guy who had brought them in.

"What should I do with your food?" called Sarah as she brought it over to the table.

"Send it back to my room with my friend Cas," I called back. "Cas tell Dean and Sam were they can find me."

With that the doors were closed and the ambulence left for the hospital.

Castiel walked back over to the hotel that the Winchester's were staying at. When he entered carrying Allanna's lunch Dean and Sam both looked at him.

"Were's Allanna Cas?" asked Dean and Sam at the same time.

"Allanna went to the hospital with some children who were in an accident outside the dinner," said Cas. "She told me to tell you guys to come get her there."

With that said Dean and Sam were both out of the room and into Dean's car. Castiel closed and locked the door of the room knowing Dean had the keys and he did whatever angels do and was at the hospital sitting next Allanna and the little boy in the waiting room.

"Cute kid," said a nurse walking by in the waiting room. "You both must be very proud of him."

That was when both Cas and I took a better look at the boy. He did look like he had a mixture of both of us in him.

"Sweetie," I said as gently as I could as not to frighten him, "who are your mommy and daddy. What are their names?"

"Your my mommy," said the little boy pointing to me. "And he's my daddy," he said pointing toward Cas.

That was the last thing I heard before I passed out into Castiel's arms.