Supernatural

Two years after The Doctor's first hello to his Mystery Girl, he was saying his last goodbye.

"They need me, Doctor."

"I know they do Ivy. But I feel like I do too."

Ivy looked up at The Doctor, her Doctor, with tears in her eyes and a broken heart in her chest.

"You know that if I didn't think this was the best, I wouldn't do it. I'd stay with you forever. But they need my help."

"My Mystery Girl still remains a mystery to me. My Mystery Girl's grown up." He said, looking down at her with so much pride and affection.

"So long for now, Doctor." Ivy hugged him tight around his midsection, which was about as far up as she could reach. He hugged her back hard and tight.

"Goodbye Love." He pulled her away from him and cupped her face in his hands, admiring her.

"Don't forget about me now." She said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

He wiped the tear away with his thumb as he responded, "How could I ever forget you?" He brought her towards him and kissed her forehead. He never wanted to let her go.

"Go on then," He said, "Why are you still hanging around with this daft old face?"

"See you soon." Ivy said. Then she backed away and towards where the trench-coated angel stood waiting across the street.

…

Ivy didn't look back as she crossed the street and approached the angel.

"Ivy Meshle," the angle said in a low, gravelly voice, "I have waited a long time to meet you."

Ivy closed her eyes as she heard the sound of the TARDIS leaving- without her.

"Sam and Dean need your help."

"So I've heard."

"I am going to take you to them now."

"Well how else was I supposed to help them?"

The angel narrowed his eyes. "Sam and Dean use sarcasm somewhat like that. I am sure you and Dean will get along just fine."

"Marvelous. Let's go. I'm liking them more and more already."

The angel put his hand on her shoulder, and all of a sudden they weren't on the dark street but in a diner, seated on one side of a booth. Two men were seated on the other side of the table. One was stuffing their face with some kind of a pie and the other was looking at something on a laptop. The both looked up when Ivy and her escort dropped in.

Ivy didn't know what to say. How had they gotten here all of a sudden? She looked around and sighed. "This doesn't even surprise me anymore."

"Tell me about it." The guy eating pie said through a mouthful of the stuff. "Cas, who's the newbie?"

"Someone who can help." Cas said. "This is Ivy."

"Hey. I'm Sam." The one on the laptop said.

"I'm Dean." Pie guy said.

"Hello." Ivy said.

"Dude, what's up with the accent?" Dean asked.

"Oh my god, I have an accent?!" Ivy faked a horrified look. "I don't know, it might be because I'm British."

Dean considered this. "I know a demon whose British… Or some nationality like that." Sam rolled his eyes but Dean shrugged it off and pointed his fork at her. "You seem nicer though."

Ivy exchanged a glance with Cas. She had no idea what to say to that."Ivy is here because she deals with the same sort of creatures you guys do."

"So you're a hunter?" Sam asked.

Ivy looked confused. "I'm… I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. I don't hunt animals. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"She deals with them in a slightly different way." Cas said. "She knows more about a lot of things than we could ever hope to know. She will be a valuable resource."

"She'll be coming with us then?" Sam asked. "Are you sure that's a good idea? How old are you, Ivy?"

"Seventeen." Was Ivy's immediate response. Cas looked at her a bit strangely, narrowing his eyes and seeming to peer right through her so cleverly placed facade. It had been up for a long time now and she had become used to it. And used to not having people be able to see through it. But he could. He knew she was lying.

But Sam and Dean missed it because they seemed to be arguing.

"We were a lot younger when we started hunting." Dean argued.

"Yes, but we were forced into it. I don't think just bringing someone in is a good idea. Especially a young person."

"If it helps," Ivy butted it, "I know what I'm getting myself into. I've been doing what I do for two years now. Castiel asked me the other day when I was about to leave town after finishing up some business, and I said yes. I'm doing this by choice."

Dean glanced at Sam and Sam shrugged.

"It is destiny, if that helps." Cas said. "She is supposed to be here."

Dean nodded. "It's settled then. You're coming."

Sam glanced out the window of the diner. "Guys, we need to get going before it gets dark."

"Alright, let's roll." Dean said. He took a set of keys out of the pocket of his leather jacket.

The four of them walked outside. Waiting for them in the parking lot was a beautiful, old black car that Sam and Dean immediately walked over to. This was their ride apparently.

"You'll be going with Sam and Dean from here." Cas told Ivy.

"We're going to go see a friend a few states over." Dean said as he hopped in the driver's seat.

"Got anything we need to take with us?" Sam asked.

"No." Ivy said.

"Alright, then we'll get going I guess. You can ride in the back." He said and got in the passenger seat.

Ivy looked up at Cas and he gave her a nod. She did as she was told and got in the back. She looked back to see Cas again, but he was gone; nowhere to be seen. She shrugged it off. She should be used to weird things by now.

Dean started the car and some rock music that was very foreign to Ivy came on. Sam and Dean started talking and Ivy suddenly realized how tired she was. She released a sigh and leaned back against the seat to look out the window. How had she gotten here? What had she done? This was so sudden; so unexpected. If she had been asked four years ago how her life would have panned out, this would have been the furthest thing from her mind.

Ivy didn't often allow herself to think like this because she usually ended up feeling very melancholy; something that ran in the family. When she was younger, sometimes she would be stuck in bed for days because of something she had thought or heard or had been told. Now she knew how to control these situations from happening as best she could, but sometimes she just let a thought slip; like now. And the more she thought on her current situation, the more she thought- no, she knew that there was no way in hell that this could end well for her.