And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like You've been here before?

Pompeii -Bastille

Em slowly became aware of voices and sounds. They all seemed kind of familiar, but not, it was odd. In fact that was how she'd felt ever since coming here, like she'd been here before, and if Charlie's friends were to be believed, she had been. It was very disconcerting.

She kept still as she took in her situation. She was laying down on something soft and narrow, smooshed up against a soft wall. And she felt like she was moving, or the thing she was on was moving.

There were two different female voices, talking to each other.

"I'm just saying, this was a bad idea. Even when she gets her memory back, she's gonna be pissed."

"She will understand."

"Doesn't mean she won't be mad."

"What else was I suppose to do? You and I both know that now that they had her they were not going to let us take her anywhere."

"She's still gonna be pissed."

"If she remembers me while being pissed it will all be worth it."

There was the sound of a sigh. "Alright, just don't be surprised if she decides to jump out of the car when she wakes up."

Em opened her eyes, sure enough she was in a car. She sat up, "What an excellent idea." Before the two women in the front seat could react, she opened the car door closest to the side of the road and jumped out of the moving vehicle. She was careful to land on her good shoulder as

she tucked and rolled. Not that it helped any because she still hurt it when she slammed up against a guardrail. She let out a scream of pain before getting herself under control again.

A little ways down the road the car she had been in had come to a stop. A woman with reddish blonde hair and one with dark skin and dark hair were running towards her. She recognized them from the night before. The ones who had shot her with something and taken her. She scrambled to her feet, trying to block out the pain and nausea. Leaping over the guardrail, she took off across the large field next to the road. She searched desperately for some cover, but wherever they were it was depressingly flat. She thought about her options, she could turn and fight, but her left shoulder was still on fire. Which led to her other problem, she was having to keep it pulled up against her side while she ran, it was throwing her off balance and slowing her down. She heard the sound of her pursuers' foot falls coming up behind her. She made the only decision she could. Turning she swung out with her good arm trying to catch the one closest to her in the face. It was the dark haired one, and she must have anticipated the attack because she dropped down to avoid the swing, in the same movement the woman kicked a leg out.

Em went down, right onto her bad shoulder. She clenched her teeth and tried not to scream. Her vision swam and she felt like she was going to be sick. But she had to get back up, she couldn't stay down. She tried getting back up, only to be knocked down again. Reddish blonde hair obscured her vision, then hands were pressing down on her shoulders to pin her to the ground. This time she couldn't help the scream that tore out of her throat. Writhing in pain it was a relief when she passed out.

She came to again hearing the same voices. She really hoped this wasn't going to become a pattern. She wasn't being held down at least, unfortunately she had the two woman crouched down on either side of her. Whatever, her shoulder hurt too much to do anything. She wished she'd never followed Charlie here.

"Emma?" The one with the strawberry blonde hair was talking to her, "What's hurt?"

"My pride."

The woman huffed a small laugh. "I mean, other than that."

She sighed, they weren't very menacing kidnappers. Sure, she had no doubt they could break her in two if they wanted. She just wasn't getting a very menacing vibe from them, instead they seemed more concerned than anything. She sighed again, "Shoulder." She jerked her chin towards the left side.

The dark haired woman began to peel back Em's jacket, presumably to get a look at the injury. She'd only pulled the sleeve halfway down when the pain became too much and Em had to shove the woman away.

"Did you injure it when you jumped from the car?" The dark haired woman asked, she looked like she wanted to examine the shoulder but was keeping her hands to herself.

Em studied the women for a second, "You are very concerned about my welfare for kidnappers. Unless this is a ransom situation, though I gotta tell you, those guys back there didn't strike me as being the wealthy sort. And no, I didn't do it when I jumped, I got it about a month ago, flying monkey stabbed me with a sword." She explained.

The two woman shared a look. "A flying monkey?"

"Don't laugh, they're nasty things."

Her hand clutched the offending leg without thinking. This woman, who she had never met, seemed to know a lot about her various battle scars. "It still twinges some," she told her. "Especially when the evil half of certain redheads kick me there."

The dark haired one laughed, "That sounds like a story. As far as your leg and shoulder, I have the antidote with me, let me give you some and by tomorrow I promise you will feel ten times better."

"And you just happened to have this antidote on you? How convenient."

The dark haired woman rolled her eyes in an almost affectionate way. "Yes, we've been driving around all of creation looking for you, and I knew when we finally found you you were going to need the antidote to the poison sword you were stabbed with. So yeah, I conveniently have it on hand cause I like to be prepared."

She looked between the women again, the blonde looked like she wanted to reach out to her, but was trying to keep her hands to herself. While the dark haired one looked kinda like she was debating whether or not to just pour this antidote down Em's throat cause it would be for her own good. "Who are you guys anyway?"

The dark haired woman pointed to herself, "I'm Georgette and this is Lydia," she indicated the strawberry blonde.

Lydia? That was the name that Dean guy had said was her mother, they had been going to meet her. "Hold on," she made herself sit up despite the pain. She turned to Lydia, "You're suppose to be my mother? And you kidnapped me? What the hell?!"

"He never would have agreed to let you come with us," Lydia said, her scowl deepening.

"He? He who?"

Lydia's jaw clenched, "Dean."

She tried to remember which one was Dean. "You mean Rocket?"

"I, um, is that his nickname?"

"It is now. He's the guy who's supposed to be my dad, right?" Lydia nodded. "So I take it you two aren't close."

Georgette snickered, "Not even a little."

"Right," she frowned. "I feel like I should be taking notes. Next question, where do you want to take me that Rocket would object to?"

"It's a place sacred to us," Lydia explained. "We believe we can help you get your memory back."

"And what if you're wrong and I'm not this Emma person? What will happen?"

Georgette shrugged, "Nothing, we'll let you go and continue our search."

Lydia did not look happy about this but didn't say anything.

She thought about it, everybody she'd met so far thought she was Emma. It could just be a very big coincidence or they were right. Either way they were not going to leave her alone until it was decided. And Georgette said she could heal her shoulder, that might be worth the trip.

Then there was the Angel. As soon as he'd appeared at the house she'd felt a connection. And not just because he was a good kisser, even though he totally was. It had felt like a piece of her was reaching for him. Even now she really wanted to go find him. It was very disconcerting.

Lydia and Georgette were both watching her. She sighed, "Fine, but I can we get something to eat? I'm starving."

Georgette grinned as she helped her to her feet, being careful of her shoulder. "You always are."

"Hmm, maybe you do know me."

Dean watched as Cas paced back and forth. He couldn't remember seeing the angel this agitated. Even during the apocalypse, leviathans, and purgatory, he'd never been this wound up. It was one of the things Dean counted on Cas for, that nothing seemed to phase him. But then Cas had never been in a situation quite like his current one, and Dean knew better than anyone that love made a person crazy. Cas had it bad and the poor guy didn't know how to handle it.

The first time Dean had ever talked to Cas about Emma it had been over the phone, he'd just been trying to vet her. They'd met her on a case, though he hadn't known who she really was, he'd called Cas to get the scoop. Two minutes into the call and Dean knew that Cas had feelings for her. At the time he'd thought it was funny that Cas had a crush. Then he'd seen the look of total devastation on Cas' face when Emma died in his arms, followed by complete relief when she came back to life a minute later. Dean had realized it was way more than a crush. Cas, of course, was clueless.

Maybe not so clueless anymore, not if the kiss was anything to go by. It had been really uncomfortable seeing his best friend kiss his daughter. Dean was doing his best not to think about it, ever again. Kinda hard to do with Cas pacing.

"Dude, will you please calm down, you're making my head hurt."

Cas looked at Dean like he'd forgotten he was there, then he pulled himself together and sat down across the table from Dean. "Sorry," he said. "She said she would be here by now."

"She'll be back, don't worry." Dean wasn't sure how to make the guy feel better, he wondered if angels could have nervous breakdowns. He was saved by Charlie coming in carrying several bags of groceries.

They had returned back to the bunker shortly after losing Emma. Cas had immediately gotten the ingredients for the spell he and the amazons had used to track down Emma. Unfortunately the amazons must have figured he'd use it because they were blocking it some how. Cas kept trying until they were out of the spell ingredients, then he'd disappeared without explaining where he was going. Charlie had been taken aback, but Dean and Sam were way to used to it. The three of them had decided that research mode was the best course of action, and they'd been pouring over every book about amazons they could find in the Men of Letters library. About an hour ago, Sam and Charlie had gone on a supply run because Charlie refused to eat jerky and beer for dinner. Dean had stayed behind in case Cas showed back up, which he'd done about ten minutes before.

Charlie smiled as soon as she spotted the two of them. "Cas, you're back. Did you find anything out? Where did you go anyway?"

"Hello Charlie," Cas almost cheered up, the guy seemed really fond of Charlie, even though they'd just met. Maybe it was because Charlie was so excited to meet him, hard to dislike someone who was that exuberant to get to know you. "I was getting help."

"Help? What kind of help?"

Before Cas could answer, the 'help' popped up right next to Charlie.

"Sorry it took so long, had to get Kara to help because they ward against angels." It was Sariah, the only guardian angel tiny enough to actually fit on your shoulder. She pushed a few brown curls out of her face and smiled at Charlie. "Hello, are you a friend of Sam and Dean?"

Charlie grinned, "Yeah, and you must be an angel friend of Cas'"

"Yes, mostly, I only really knew him by reputation before Emma introduced us." She looked behind Charlie, "Hello Sam."

Sam came in carrying more groceries and a few pizza boxes. He looked surprised to see the little angel, "Sariah, hey. You here to help find Emma?" Dean had to hide a snicker when he noticed Sam looking around the room, probably checking to see if they have any other visitors.

Sariah must of noticed too, "Kara had to go right back to Australia, she'd left a hunt to help me. She did say to tell you hi though." She moved towards Sam.

Dean knew what a hi from Kara entailed, and he as Sam quickly put Charlie between him and Sariah. "That's ok," Sam said quickly, "I'll just text her a hi."

Sariah just shrugged and turned back to Cas, who was looking very impatient. " So anyway, I was able to get it."

The relief on Cas' face was obvious. "Does it have any information that will help?" he asked her.

"Okay, time out." Dean moved to stand near Cas. "Can you clue the rest of us in?"

"Sariah broke into the Men of Letters library in Rome," Cas explained.

"Actually, Kara broke in," Sariah explained, "I was just the get away ride."

"The library in Rome?" Sam's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. "The one under the Vatican? What did you get?"

Sariah pulled a large book out of nowhere, "The Nyphilim Tablet translation."

Sam, Dean, and Charlie stared at the book for a few bets.

"Translation?" Dean was sure he hadn't heard correctly.

Sariah nodded, "Yes, they have translations of all the Tablets." She said it like it was no big deal.

"All the Tablets?" Sam's voice sounded strained. Dean knew how he felt.

"Of course, they don't have any of the power of the actual Tablets, but they can still be useful."

Dean turned to Cas, "Did you know about this?!"

Charlie patted Dean's back, "Deep breaths guys."

"I didn't know until Emma mentioned it to me after telling Sam about the library." Cas grimaced, he was probably thinking the same thing Dean and Sam were thinking. Poor Kevin, driving himself insane trying to translate the different Tablets.

Sariah was looking between them all, "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy that I got it?"

Charlie stepped forward and took the book from Sariah, "Oh they're happy, trust me. They're just reeling a bit from the information. There's history."

Sariah gave the book to Charlie with a raised eyebrow, "I see. Well I have to go back and help Kara, once the hunt is finished we can both help find Emma,' she paused, "again." She turned to Cas, "I've never met someone with such an inherent ability to get into trouble."

Cas glanced at Dean, "I have."

Charlie laughed and Dean just tried to look like he had no idea what Cas was talking about. "So are there still Mean of Letters over in Rome?"

Sariah looked surprised at the question, "Of course, they're all over the world. Kara works closely with a group in Australia. It was only the American chapter that was wiped out."

"So wait," Sam said, holding up a hand. "The Men of Letters are still around every where else?" Sariah nodded. "Why didn't they ever try to reestablish a chapter in America?"

"I don't know," Sariah looked thoughtful. "I do know that when Kara mentioned your bunker to one of the Men of Letters in Australia, he got really nervous and refused to talk about it." The little angel looked at Sam apologetically, "I wish there was more I could tell you."

"You did quite a lot," Cas said. "Thank you for retrieving the book."

Sariah gave Cas a small smile then disappeared.

They got to work on studying the translation. At first Dean didn't get what good it would do until Cas explained that since the amazons were descendants of the nyphilim, that tablet was the best way to find information they didn't already have. Unfortunately the translation was in Latin.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean groaned. "We need a translation for the translation?"

"I can read Latin, Dean," Cas said, in that 'have you forgotten I'm an angel' tone. He pulled the book in front of where he was sitting and began to scan through the pages.

Charlie handed out beer and pizza while Dean and Sam cracked open the other books they'd already pulled out.

Every once and a while on of them would read aloud something they had found, but really they were just killing time until Cas found something. Eventually Charlie got them to tell the full story about everything that had happened while she was gone, including how they'd met Emma. Dean earned a chewing out over the Mark of Cain and Sam got a lecture about not abandoning family just because he was pissed.

Dean noticed first when Cas found something, the angel had stopped flipping through the book and had been focusing on the same page for over ten minutes. At first Dean tried to wait it out, Cas would tell them if he'd found something, but Dean's patience could only last so long.

"You got something Cas?"

Cas didn't look up, he just kept studying the same page. Sam and Charlie did take notice and stopped their conversation about werewolves to look over at Cas.

"Cas?" Sam prompted when the guy still didn't speak up. He leaned over Cas' shoulder to try and see what he was reading. Sam's eyes scanned the page closest to him before he scowled. "What the hell?"

"Do you two mind sharing with those of us who don't read Latin?"

"Actually I read a little bit-"

Dean held up a finger in Charlie's direction, "Not now."

"Right, sorry, not important."

Dean was about to demand an explanation from Cas when the guy finally spoke up.

"It's talking about the prophecy concerning Emma's birth."

Dean nodded, Emma had told him about how the amazon Queen had found some oracle who told her that Dean needed to be a baby daddy. And that the kid would be the next queen and save the amazons."Yeah? And?" Cas and Sam both knew the story too, why were they both acting freaked out.

"It was supposed to have happened before the Apocalypse," Sam said, sounding confused.

He wasn't the only one. "Come again?"

Cas finally looked up at Dean. "Emma was supposed to have been born well before the apocalypse started."

Dean just blinked at Cas a few times, his brain didn't seem to be able to put together what the information was supposed to mean. "It says that?"

Cas nodded, "It says that a descendant of the nyphilim would conceive a daughter with the Righteous Man and that the daughter would rise to power and save the nyphilim's descendants from themselves."

"Okay, that sounds just like what happened," Dean said. "Except the saving part, we haven't gotten there yet."

"Yes, but it also says that the child, who must be Emma, would stand with the Righteous Man and end the Apocalypse."

Dean didn't know what to say.

Charlie didn't seem to have that problem, "Whoa, can you imagine if Emma had been on your side when you were trying to stop everything? The angels wouldn't have stood a chance."

And suddenly Dean could imagine it. Cause Emma had been plowing her way through every seemingly impossible problem they'd had lately. The spell that had cast the Angels down, Cas' missing grace? She'd figured out how to get into heaven, steal Cas' grace back and broke the spell.

Mark of Cain? Took her two minutes to figure out the solution.

How much different would the apocalypse have been if she'd been around. She'd probably have stabbed Lucifer between the eyes with his own blade while telling Michael where he could shove it.

Dean glanced at Sam, would Sam even had to have sacrificed himself by going into the Pit?

Sam had pulled the book a little closer so he could read it, "Huh."

"What now?"

"Nothing, it's just how it's worded. It says specifically that 'She will thwart the Angel's plan', angel being singular." He looked up at Dean, "Just one angel."

"I know what singular means, Sam."

"No, I wasn't." Sam huffed in annoyance. "It's just kinda weird, how it was written."

Cas didn't seem to think it was weird. "Technically the whole thing was Micheal's plan, the rest of the angels were just carrying out his orders."

Sam looked back down at the page, "I guess." Dean could tell Sam wasn't entirely appeased by Cas' explanation. But whatever was bugging him about the way some old sentence was written was going to have to wait.

"Cas, did you find a way to find Emma?" They needed to concentrate on that, what could have happened in the past wasn't going to help them now.

Cas seemed to come back to himself. "Perhaps."

Dean's heart leapt. "What do you mean, perhaps?"

Cas glanced back down at the book, "The amazons set up sacred places wherever they go. These places are used for special rituals and for summoning their patron goddess. It would be possible to use a certain spell to find these places. They may not have taken her there, but at least it's somewhere to start looking."

Dean slammed shut the book he'd been working his way through. "Great, let's do that then. Like you said, it's a place to start."

The sacred place turned out to be an old building in the middle of the woods. The place smelled of rot and neglect. Trees and bushes were growing up and around the place, and even, in one instance, through it.

"Interesting place," ask said as she tried to avoid a untrustworthy looking floor board.

"It's an old safe house," Georgette explained. "Rarely used anymore, but the ground has been sanctified so we can do a summoning here."

"Who are you summoning?"

"Harmonia, our patron goddess."

"Harmonica?"

"Please don't call her that, not if you like having the use of your voice."

Em just smiled. "Alright, is she the one who's going to restore my memory?"

Georgette nodded, "She visited us as soon as we found out you were back. She commanded us to bring you here."

Em wasn't sure what to say, now there was a goddess who knew about her. She was saved from further thought by the sound of vehicles crunching on the gravel outside the cabin. She glanced out the window to see two large vehicles pulling up and several women getting out of them.

"Those are the rest of the amazons that May went to get," Georgette said, leaning over her shoulder to see out the window. May had been to other amazon who'd helped with the kidnapping. Georgette had explained that she'd gone to collect the rest of their group. "Well, at least the ones still loyal." Em noticed Georgette's frown.

"Loyal? Loyal to what?"

Georgette glanced at her, "I'll explain later, once you've remembered everything. Then you'll understand what's going on."

Well that was annoyingly cryptic.

The women all filed into the cabin and Em became aware that they were all looking at her in a kind of hopeful way. Like she was their savior or something. She didn't like it and returned the looks with a scowl. Things were just becoming a bit overwhelming. Everywhere Em turned there was someone else who knew things about her and looked at her like she was someone important. She flexed her injured shoulder, Georgette had given her the antidote and after about an hour or so she'd begun to notice the pain lessening. One more thing to add weight to the claim that she really was Emma and not the Emerald Lady.

Lydia instructed everyone to kneel on the floor in a circle, Em sat down next to Georgette while Lydia lit a few white candles. Lydia then pulled out a small bundle of some kind of dried leaves, she lit the bundle on fire and the sweet smell of sage filled the room.

Goddess Harmonia," Lydia intoned. "We beseech thee to come forth and grace us, your daughters, with your holy and glorious presence."

Em watched as all the amazons in the circle prostrated themselves, the speech was a bit much but it did seem a little simple for summoning a deity. She stayed upright, she'd never bowed to anyone, not even the Wizard, so she saw the woman as soon as she appeared in the center of the circle.

The woman was even taller than Em and breathtakingly beautiful with wavy brown hair and an olive complexion. She was dressed in a long flowing coat that reached almost to the floor, it shimmered between blacks, grays, and reds. Underneath she wore skin tight jeans with a snake skin pattern on them that shimmered just like her coat, her shirt was also tight and had the same snake theme going. The only jewelry she wore was an ornate pearl necklace.

The goddess looked around the room at the amazons bowing to her. She spread her arms wide and said, very solemnly, "My daughters, my faithful ones. Be at peace, for I have come."

"Seriously?" Em couldn't stop the word coming out or the look of annoyed disbelief. She'd had to put up with the Wizards posturing and now here was another one.

Lydia hissed at her to be quiet and next to Em, Georgette sounded like she was trying to hold back a laugh.

The goddess crossed her arms and leveled Em with a perturbed look. "Hephaestus warned me that you had no respect. As I understand you get it from your father."

"I apologize for my daughter," Lydia began, keeping her head down. "She doesn't know who you are. I beg your forgiveness, please."

Harmonia cut Lydia off, "Never mind, I have a feeling she'd only be slightly less disrespectful with her memories intact." The goddess sighed, "Come here child, let's see what has been done to you."

Georgette had to nudge Em a little before she got up and moved towards the woman. She stood in front of her, the woman was only a few inches taller it turned out. Em braced herself for whatever might happen when the woman placed her hands onto Em's temples. Nothing did happen, or at least nothing that Em could tell happened.

Harmonia looked like she was listening to something, her brow creased slightly. Then she frowned, the frown quickly turned into a scowl, which turned into anger and a cry of rage. Em pulled back and dropped into a defensive stance, but the goddess made no move to attack. She just stood there, fists clenched, sputtering in anger.

"He..I can't believe..how...that..Aargh!"

Em looked down at Lydia and Georgette, they seemed to be as surprised by this as Em because they were no longer prostrating themselves.

"My goddess, what is wrong?" Lydia asked, sounding slightly panicked. "Is..is Emma okay?"

"He goes too far!" The goddess yelled, and Em was pretty sure she heard a crack of thunder over head.

"Um, anyone in particular you're screaming about?" Em asked.

Harmonia ground her teeth together. "Liesmith."

Em waited for a beat, hoping for further explanation, none came. She looked back down at Lydia and Georgette, "Is this normal?"

Lydia looked like she was going to say something but thought better of it when Harmonia took a deep breath. "I shall hunt the bastard down later and deliver my full ire. For now I can at least undo what he has done to you." The goddess reached out a hand and placed it on Em's temple again.

This time Em definitely felt something happening. The whole room began to fade away as a myriad of images assaulted her, she tried to grab hold of them but they slipped away, just out of reach. A pain blossomed behind her eyes, then suddenly she heard two voices as if from far away.

"Someone is trying to reverse your little memory trick."

That sounded like Bart, her fellow lieutenant from Oz. The other voice was just as familiar and for a second she thought she could see Bart sitting on a desk, Noah seated nearby, eating a piece of candy.

"Don't worry, I left a little extra surprise just in case anyone tried."

"Noah!" She yelled, not quite sure why she was suddenly, inexplicably annoyed with him.

Noah jerked in his chair, looking around as if he'd heard her. She wanted to reach out and grab him, maybe strangle him, her annoyance growing every second as a memory tried to make itself known. Just as she raised her arms to see if she could, something seemed to snap shut and her vision went dark. The next second she felt like she'd been yanked back hard and was flying through the air.

She slammed back down, quite literally, her back hitting something hard and several more hard objects raining down on her.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow! Was that suppose to happen?" She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision. She noticed the books first, they must have been what fell on her. She pushed a few way and tried to stand but stopped when she realized she was not where she'd been a moment ago. First of all she was alone, the goddess and amazons nowhere to be seen. Next she realized she was in some kind of library. Shelves of books lined the walls and several tables with chairs at them were in the center of the room. The nearest table was piled high with books and next to one of the open books was a large bottle of an amber colored liquid.

"Well this can't be good." She tried to get up again, but her limbs felt awkward and she couldn't seem to figure out exactly how to make them work the way they should. She looked up when she heard a voice and saw her favorite red head walk into the room.

"Okay, so Sam and Cas are getting the stuff for the spell, and you and I are- Holy Crap! What happened?"Charlie rushed over to her and started to check her over for injuries.

"Charlie," she couldn't help smiling. "I am so glad to see you." Whoa, there was something wrong with her voice. She cleared her throat, something must have been damaged when she went flying through space and landed on a bookshelf.

"I bet," Charlie peered into her eyes and felt her head, presumably for bumps. "How did this happen anyway?"

"Not sure." She tried to clear her throat again with no luck. "There was a goddess, then I saw Bart and Noah, and I'm really mad at him by the way, I don't know why, but I am. Then I ended up here. Where is here by the way?"

Charlie was looking at her with increasing concern. "I think you finally hit your head one too many times. You're in the bunker."

"The what now?" She felt a trickle of something warm and she reached up to feel the back of her head. She felt something wet, and when she brought her hand down she saw blood, then realized something else. "Um, what happened to my hair?" Charlie looked puzzled. "My hair," Em tugged at the short locks, "Where did all my hair go?"

Charlie's concern had definitely peaked. "I'm going to get Cas, you just stay here and try not to move." The redhead ran from the room yelling for someone. It took Em a second or two to remember that Cas was the angel. Sure enough, Charlie came back a minute later with the guy in tow. He stopped short upon entering the room and just stared at Em. She gave him a small wave.

"Hey there angel, long time no see." He just kept staring at her. "Can I get some help up?" She tried getting up and again her limbs wouldn't work right. It felt almost like they were too big and she couldn't figure out just how to fold them under herself to get up. It didn't help when Charlie came over and pushed her back down. She frowned down at her uncooperative feet. "Charlie, I'm okay, I just want to get up." She was going to push Charlie away, but then looked at her feet again. Those were not her boots. Her boots were supple black leather, made to fit snugly on her foot and allowed her to move with light steps. These things looked clunky and loud.

"No," Charlie insisted, "I'm pretty sure you have a concussion." She turned to Cas, "He hasn't been making sense, he didn't even know where he was."

Em was trying to pay attention to Charlie, but she had no idea what she was talking about. Who wasn't making sense? Cas? And wait a second, these were not Em's clothes either. She pulled the soft checkered shirt away from her body to examine it, definitely not her's.

"Can you help him?" Charlie asked. Em wasn't sure who she was asking, but Cas seemed to think it was directed at him.

"Charlie, that's not Dean."

"What?" Both women stared at him. Em looked around for another person, who the heck were they talking about?

"Who..?" Charlie asked hesitantly, leaning away from Em.

"It's Emma."

"Yes?" Em frowned, they were still not making sense, but Charlie was staring at her now, a look of shock that was slowly turning into amusement. Several things clicked into place, the clothes that weren't her's, her voice sounding way too deep, the short hair, Charlie referring to a 'he' but it wasn't Cas. She looked down at the overly long legs, noticed their bulk, realized the shoes looked big because they were on big feet. She was still holding the shirt in her hand, but, she realized, it wasn't her hand, it was a masculine hand. Cas' words repeated themselves in her head 'That's not Dean.'

She thunked her head back against the bookshelf, jarring one last book loose. "Son of a bitch."

Dean had been putting a few books away when he'd felt like he was being yanked backwards. He tired to cry out but his voice stopped working as he felt himself flying back. He slammed into something, felt horribly nauseous, then collapse backwards. Someone caught him right before he hit the ground.

"Emma!" A woman screamed in his ear.

Dean tried to clear his head, something was wrong. Really, really wrong.

"Are you okay? Is she okay, are her memories back?"

This lady really needed to shut up. He turned to tell her that, then stopped when he saw Lydia's face. "You!" He barked. He didn't register the look of concern on her face, he just lunged at her, knocking her over. "What did you do? Where is Emma?"

"What?" She gasped right before Dean wrapped his hands around her neck. He had to move quickly to keep his advantage since he knew she was a whole lot stronger than him.

She grabbed at his shoulders, trying to knock him off her, but he held on.

"Where's Emma?" He wasn't trying to kill her, he needed answers, but her eyes were bulging and her face was turning purple. Dean pulled back in surprise, he hadn't thought he was squeezing her that hard.

Hands grabbed him from behind, pulling him off Lydia. He fought back instinctively, wrenching free and spinning to slam a fist into his attackers face. It was another amazon, Dean recognized her as one of the ones who'd tranqed them the night before. His punch knocked her backwards and she fell with a cry.

He was able to see where he was now. Some how they'd taken him from the bunker and brought him to what looked like an old cabin. Several other women were in a circle, they'd been sitting but a few were getting to their feet. In the center of the circle was some chick dressed in a snake skin body suit.

He glanced around desperately looking for an exit, he didn't think he'd be able to take this many supernatural warriors at once. He was pretty sure he'd only done this well so far because he'd somehow surprised them. And he was still feeling weird from the whole space travel thing.

He spotted the only door and was about to make for it when his legs where swept out from under him. He crashed to the floor and Lydia was on him in an instant.

"Stop," she yelled at him as he struggled to throw her off. A pained look flashed over her face right before she slammed a fist down on his left shoulder.

White hot, searing pain erupted from his shoulder. He heard a scream but it didn't sound like it came from him, even though he could feel it tearing through him. He saw spots as he tried to gain control of his body again. But even though he had years of experience dealing with pain, he just couldn't get his body to work right. A feeling of 'wrong' screamed at him.

Lydia started stroking his face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated it over and over again as she smoothed her hands down his face, almost like she was trying to comfort him. And she had tears in her eyes. What the hell? "I'm so sorry sweetie, you just need to calm down, okay. I don't know what happened, but you need to calm down."

Dean realized that the pain was fading, he should start fighting again. Except the way Lydia was acting was throwing him off completely, he wasn't even sure he should fight.

Lydia ran a hand over his head, smoothing down his hair. And that felt the most wrong of anything. He reached a hand up, his fingers found hair and he pulled at a clump of it, running his fingers along the length to see how far it went. Holy crap it was long! He had long hair! Not Sam long, way worse than that.

"Emma what's wrong?" Lydia asked. He suddenly realized she was talking to him.

"Oh no." He looked down at his body. "Oh crap!" That was most definitely NOT his chest. "No, no, no, no, no." If he kept denying it maybe everything would get fixed. Or he'd wake up. Or someone would knock him out.

"Emma!" Lydia was looking kinda panicked. But it was nothing to how Dean felt.

"Not Emma!" His voice sounded so wrong in his ears, how had he not noticed that?

Lydia frowned, "You don't remember who you are?"

"Oh I know exactly who I am!" He thought he might sound a bit like he was losing it. Or maybe that's how Emma's voice sounded when she was pissed. "What I don't know is how The HELL Did This Happen?!"

Lydia looked completely confused now and Dean tried to decide if it was an act or not. "What? she gasped as she continued to hold him down. "What happened? Have you forgotten us again?"

"I wish I could forget all about you guys," Dean told her.

"What? How could you say that?"

"Ah, I don't know, maybe cause you've been nothing but a pain in my ass since I met you."

Lydia looked kinda like she might cry and Dean felt an odd pain of regret for what he'd said.

The dark skinned girl came up behind Lydia and put a hand on her shoulder. "Lydia," she spoke gently and tried to pull Lydia back. "She said she wasn't Emma, I don't thing it's Em either." The girl looked down at Dean, "Am I right?"

Before Dean could come up with a witty comment, the snake skin lady came over.

"You are correct." She looked down at Dean like he was something she wanted to squish. "This is not you're Queen. I believe," the snake lady bent over slightly and studied him. He was kinda glad Lydia was still pinning him down, otherwise he didn't think he'd be able to resist the urge to scoot away from the scrutiny. The lady nodded and stood back up, "Yes, this is her father." He heard Lydia gasp. "And most likely, Emma has been transferred to his body." The lady crossed her arms over her chest, looking like she was doing it to keep herself from strangling someone. Dean had a feeling it wasn't him she was so mad at.

"How did this happen?" Lydia asked softly, maybe it wasn't just Dean who was feeling intimidated by a woman in a cat suit.

"The Liesmith has made a fool of all of us," the lady ground out. And Dean swore he could hear someone cackling with laughter in the distance.

Notes:

Ehehehe.
If you are familiar with Norse mythology then you already know who Harmonia is referring to when she says Liesmith, or if you read Marvel comics.
Sorry it's been so long since I posted. Everyone I know has decided to move in the last 2 months, and they all needed help.
Please comment, I love to hear from you guys. -JJ