**Disclaimer**

This is the 2nd episode of 11. For the full experience begin your journey with Episode 1: Wasted Potential.

This is not real. I do not own the Supernatural Universe or any of the characters. This is strictly just for fun, and what I thought could be a good final season for the show. However, I will say this story is post season 9. There could be potential spoilers for those who have not watched the show up to that point. Also since the show is still going I will do my best to stay consistent with what I've seen. However, keep in mind this story was originally created after the 9th season. And since my favorite seasons were 1-5 this will be an extension of that storyline.

Enjoy.

Episode 2: Fate Never Takes a Holiday

The New Prophet

THEN:

In the last episode a new prophet was called, and to save himself from a demonic attack he agreed to become the vessel for an angel named James.

In season six Balthazar stops the titanic from sinking, changing the course of history. As a result Castiel and the Winchesters encounter one of the sisters of fate, Atropos. "God gave me a job! We all had a script. I worked hard. I was really, really good at what I did. Until the day of the big prize fight… And then what happens? You throw out the book."

In season ten Jody Mills meets Donna Hanscum at a sheriff's retreat in Hibbing, Minnesota. And after facing a nest full of vampires Jody offers to help Donna learn how to fight monsters.

NOW:

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

"She's only six years old," Dr. Jacobs realizes as he wheels the gurney into surgery. Lying before him is a small child unable to breathe on her own. Her name is Sarah and by the looks of her she must have at least twenty broken bones.

"It was a car accident. A drunk driver turned into oncoming traffic," one of the nurses explains. Dr. Jacobs tries to push the thought from his mind. He's seen cases like this before. He knows that little Sarah will be lucky to survive the night.

So through two very long arduous hours of surgery, Dr. Jacobs fights for the young girl's survival. By the time it's over Sarah's life hangs on by a thread. She lives, but there's nothing more they can do for her. They can make her comfortable. That is all. Still the doctor stays by her side. He doesn't want to give up hope. And he can't leave her alone like this.

As the hours pass Doctor Jacobs slowly drifts off. He doesn't know for how long. He only knows that it was a brilliant, bright, white light which woke him from his slumber. As his eyes adjust he glances across the room to little Sarah. She's breathing without the machine. Her bruising has faded completely and there isn't so much as a scratch left on her. Dr. Jacobs calls for the nurses. Hospital staff members gather to see what's happened. Gasping and crying tears of joy they look to one another for an explanation. Finally one nurse speaks up. "It's a miracle."

Was it a miracle? Dr. Jacobs thinks over the extraordinary series of events. Although he gave it his best shot, he knows that little girl isn't alive because of him. What else could it be? It must be a miracle.

As Dr. Jacobs walks home from the hospital he feels an unusual amount of hopefulness. After what just happened tonight it's as if someone has sent him a sign. A sign that everything is and will always be okay.

In that moment an unfamiliar presence puts a hand on his shoulder. He turns to find no one around. Only a few cars driving down the moonlit street. Without urgency or suspicion the doctor continues walking. That's when the unfamiliar presence returns throwing him from the sidewalk and sending him crashing through the windshield of the nearest car.

Back in the Men of Letters Bunker Sam pores over countless articles on his computer, searching for any trace of the missing prophet, Will Calder. Over the course of the past three weeks Dean and Sam have dug up every piece of information they could possibly find on this kid. Friends, family, job history, even camera footage from the very night he was taken. No one saw him, heard from him or even remembered him. It's as if Will Calder was wiped from existence. And both the boy's cell phone and his wallet were left at the crime scene, so there was no sense performing any kind of trace or flagging his credit cards.

"You find anything," Dean asks while strolling in with a bag of bacon cheeseburgers.

"No," Sam answers regretfully. "Whichever angel took this kid is doing a damn good job of hiding him. I can't find any trace of Will Calder anywhere."

"Well let's hope that all the angels and demons out there are having the same problems we are," Dean adds while his mouth is half full.

Even though Sam understands his brother through both the garbled speech and the cheeseburger, he shoots Dean a look.

"What?" Dean asks; his mouth even more stuffed than before.

Thankfully the phone rings, and as soon as Sam finishes rolling his eyes he answers it gladly.

Dean shakes it off tearing through the rest of his burger as if he were some kind of starving coyote. Briefly he listens in on Sam's conversation, but loses interest once he goes back to devouring his meal.

Sam hangs up just in time for Dean to release a mammoth size belch.

"You done," Sam asks raising an eyebrow.

"Yup," Dean answers with a smile patting his stomach. "Who was that?"

"Jody Mills," Sam explains. "It sounds like she's got a case she could use some help on. I think we should take it. Might do us some good to get out of here and take a break from our missing prophet situation for a while."

Dean nods. "Sounds good to me. Just give me a minute. I think I got some indigestion or some…" Dean belches again. "Nope. Never mind, I'm good. Let's go."