Next thing I knew, I was in an alley. It was dark but I didn't know how late it was. I hid behind a stack of crates when I heard someone coming. I peaked out from behind them to see who it was. To my surprise, it was the Wendigo. So, that meant this was west Texas in the Summer of 2011.

I stayed quiet and waited for the Wendigo to go. I didn't have any weapons or a way of defending myself. And, right about now, if my conclusion was right, Sam and I were back at the motel getting ready to go out and kill this thing.

Once it was gone, I crept out of the alley looking around me for any street signs that might tell me where I am. I spotted Simmons and I remembered the bar Sam and I went to being on that street. I walked down Simmons until I made it to a bar called The Dive. I checked my watch. It was still a few hours before we killed the Wendigo.

As I walked through the parking lot, about to go in, someone came out. I stopped, hiding by a huge van. I looked out from behind it and I saw myself. I- or.. he.. was pacing back and forth with his phone in his hand. He put the phone to his ear. I knew who he was calling.

"Hey, Lis." he said with an overjoyed smile. "I'm surprised you picked up."

I rolled my eyes, quickly running out of ear shot of that conversation.

I decided to go to the motel. I remembered it was the Blue Falls motel. It was barely a ten minute walk from here. I walked around the halls, trying my damnedest to remember the room number. The most I could remember is that it had a seven. I went through seven and seventeen with no luck. The first room had a guy sleeping in it and the second room... Well, let's just say I heard enough to know it wasn't mine.

I picked the lock to room twenty-seven and I saw Sam's laptop on the little wooden table. The walls were a disgusting shade of yellow, the base boards and the carpet were brown. The room was lit by a big, flickering florescent light. This was the room we brought Emilia to after we found her.

Emilia. The realization hit me with an electric charge. Suddenly, I didn't care about anything else. I ran out of the room and out of the maze of halls. Right about now, she'd be in an abandoned warehouse off of Wilkshire which was right off Simmons. I ran down the streets, stopping by the building only to remember that I didn't have any way of fighting if I needed to. When Sam and I found her the first time, she was alone, but we wouldn't get here for at least two more hours.

"Oh, quit being a pansy." I muttered to myself.

I climbed on a wooden crate lift, prying the window open and climbing in head first. When I was in far enough, I tucked my head in, rolling onto my feet. She looked at me, scared, inside the angel's trap, just like the first time I saw her.

I smiled wide. "Oh, thank God."

"Let me out." she demanded.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm here to help you, Em."

She glared at me. "How do you know my name?"

I stopped, reigning in my enthusiasm. Emilia was feisty - to put it mildly - with people she didn't trust.

"My name is Dean." I said, politely. "Look, this is going to be way too hard to explain but I need you to trust me."

She folded her arms. "Try me."

"I'm gonna break the trap and when I do, I want you to come with me and don't go out'a my sight. Please." I begged.

"You'll tell me who the hell you are if I do?"

I chuckled. "The second I break the trap, you're calling the shots, I know that."

She considered that and shrugged. "Fine."

I grabbed my knife from my pocket, cutting though the solid line of white paint on the floor.

She stepped out, her arms folded. Even in the midst of everything, I couldn't get over how beautiful she looked. Her long white-blonde hair was waving down her back, some of it draped over her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes were so full of life as she looked at me that I couldn't help but smile. She wore a white, floor-length, strapped dress. She looked so... sexy. Even though she was only five-foot-one, she was damn intimidating.

She looked over at the door for a second then started walking to it. It opened, of course.

"Come on, Dean." she said.

I followed quickly behind her, catching up quick.

"There's a motel I can take you to, you'll be safe there."

She stared at me, suspicious. "Why are you helping me?"

I chuckled. "I'm telling you, you won't believe me."

She got angry. "And I'm telling you I don't care!" she slapped my arm. "Spill, dude!"

"Fine... Oh, where to begin..." I said, scanning my brain. "Well.. I'm from 2016."

She nodded. "Okay. What are you doing here?"

I looked at her, stunned. And then I smiled. Of course she believed me. Things like this were very common for her.

"Well, tonight, you go into a coma and the demons.. They basically get control over your mind. I'm... Here to stop it, I guess."

She stared at me carefully guarding the fear in her eyes. "Why?"

I kept walking, looking down at my feet, unwilling to tell her. She grabbed my arm and stepped in front of me.

"Dean?" she asked. I looked up at her and the fear shone bright in her eyes.

"Because we don't want you to die, Em." I said with a humorless chuckle, trying to keep myself from getting choked up.

Her eyes widened in shock. She quickly reigned it in and got back to her questioning. "Who's we?" she whispered.

"Me, my brother, his wife, our friend Bobby and your brother, Castiel."

"Why do you care?" she mumbled, looking down.

I put the middle and index finger under her chin, lifting her head, getting her to meet my eyes. "Because we were going to get married."

She jerked her head away, stepping back. I closed my eyes and sighed. That reaction wasn't surprising.

"If you have any idea about who I am, you'd know I don't do marriage."

I smiled. "Ah, me neither." I chuckled. "Well, not me me, past me.. or now me." I was thoroughly confused.

She grinned, despite herself. "So, what changed all that?" she asked, still reluctant to believe me.

"We met. The more I got to know you, the more clear it all got."

"You know me, huh?" she said, her chin in the air as she stared at me.

I smirked. "Oh, I know you better than anyone, sweetheart."

"What's my favorite song?" she challenged.

Easy. "'The Sound Of Silence' by Simon and Garfunkel."

She considered that, pursing her lips. "Have we.. had sex?" she said, her eyes, scared.

I chuckled and nodded. "Yes we have."

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you."

"Really."

She nodded. "Yup. I'm not buying it."

I reached out stroking a little spot on her neck with my finger. "Then how else would I know your toes curl up whenever I kiss you there?"

She closed her eyes. "Um..."

I dropped my hand. "And how else would I know that before me, you were a virgin?"

She scoffed. "I'm an angel, I don't think that would surprise anyone."

"It surprised me." I mumbled.

She paused for a bit, considering that. "How old am I right now?"

I did the math in my head. "That body is about twenty right now, butyou're two hundred and twelve."

She grinned. "Damn, you're good... How old are you?" she asked, curious.

"By your time, I'm thirty three, now I'm thirty seven."

"Oh." she said, seeming to understand something.

"What?" I asked.

"You like old chicks, don't you?" she said with a sly smile.

I grinned. "No, I think we break pretty even."

"How so?" she challenged.

"Well, I'm thirty seven, your body's twenty which, biologically makes me way older than you." I smiled wide at her.

She laughed. "I don't think so, I'm two hundred and twelve."

"And that's why we break even." I explained.

She stared at me, calculating. "That's genius, you know that?"

I nodded. "Of course it is."

She looked down, blushing. "You know, I have to admit, I like you."

"No, you love me." I said, nudging her arm walking with her again.

"Don't push it." she warned.

I couldn't tell what she thought of me yet. We walked slowly, not really in any rush. Now that Emilia was out of the trap and on her guard, she could more than handle herself. But I couldn't shake the feeling that she was feigning politeness. It was making me uneasy that she wasn't telling me exactly what was going on in that head of hers. I had to try and get her to tell me.

"You seem to be handling everything pretty well." I said in an accusative tone.

She looked up at me, seeming confused. "Well... Yeah, you're not the first time traveler I've dealt with, Dean."

She was playing dumb. I smiled, seeing right through her. "That's, ah.. Not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" she said, her tone concerned, her face serious, betraying nothing.

"You don't think it's about eleven different kinds of crazy when a stranger rescues you, says he's from the future and says you're supposed to getmarried?" Hell, I barely bought it when I said it.

She chuckled, just a little nervous, her cool calm wavering. She paused for a second and then stopped. "Look, you want the truth?"

"Of course." I said, immediately.

"I can't really wrap my head around all that right now, it's... a lot. If that's how it goes over time, then that's great but I can't just believe that."

I was looking down, my eyes hard, being the stubborn bastard that I am. I don't know why it was working me up so much but it killed me that I couldn't get her to trust me. It was making me really tense.

She laced her fingers around the back of my neck, looking into my eyes. "You really need to relax. Just bare with me here, okay? I've only known you for an hour, dude." she grinned. "But, honestly, I've never hit it off with someone like this so fast and I hope we continue to get along because I would love for you to be right." she said, honestly.

I smiled crookedly at her. I nodded. "I am. You'll see."

She smiled, dropping her hands. "Good. Meanwhile, just.. please ease up on all the future love stuff. It's freaking me out and I can't.. fall in love and be like this."

I laughed.

"No, seriously!" she said, upset at my laughter. "If you keep telling me about it all, I'll screw it up and it won't happen and now I kind of want it to but it's kind of making me claustrophobic and..." Fear filled her eyes and she started flailing her hands. "Ugh. This just needs to happen or not happen or.. something."

I let out a last chuckle, considering her words. I'd have to be careful with her here.

Just then, something occurred to me. What things would this change about us? Would it change my memories? I thought about that for a second, a little nervous at the idea. Then I shrugged it off. As long as Em would live and as long as I'd still have them, it'd be okay.

All of the sudden, a bright pair of headlights lit up the scene - Lights I would know anywhere. The Impala. I looked down the street, unable to see past the blaring lights. The car pulled over by me and Em. I quickly tried to blink away the brightness from the lights as I peaked inside.

Sam had a book in one hand, a flashlight in the other. He looked a little irritated but still all business. I, on the other hand, glared through the windshield, feeling my own eyes on me. Castiel sat in the back seat. He must have explained everything. Or.. tried to. It didn't look like I was buying it.

I turned back around to face Emilia and Cass was behind her, his face hard yet sad. She turned to face him and before she even had time to react, he swept her up into a hug, locking one arm around her waist and using one hand to tuck her head under his chin. He kept that hand on her head, keeping her tightly to him.

"It's great to see you, Emilia." he said over her, his gravelly voice shaking.

"You too, Cass." she managed, her face buried in his chest.

I smiled at the reunion, stifling a laugh. "So, ah... Where's past Cass?"

"Relieved for the time being." he said, still hold Em.

I nodded, nervous. "So..." I said pointing over my shoulder at the car. "How are... They?"

"Your brother seems fine but you.. said something like 'I don't want some Freaky Friday, Parent Trap, Match-Maker douche in my car.'" He paused. "What I don't understand is how Dean could have such a low opinion of himself."

I rolled my eyes. "He doesn't think I'm me, we just made up with Lisa and he doesn't wanna hear about some other chick that he doesn't even know yet." I said, irritated with myself. "No offense, Em."

"None taken." she said, still muffled by Cass.

"You wanna let her go now?" I said, annoyed.

"Certainly." he said, pulling away at once.

I opened the door, grabbing Em's hand, letting her slide in first. I reluctantly followed for what was about to be the second most awkward car ride of my life.