My legs were pulled up to my chest as I sat in a chair, staring out the window.

"Really? Anna? I don't believe it," Dean seemed frustrated about the news of this Anna girl, but part of me was hoping it wouldn't be true. According to this Anna person, if Sam died, it could possibly stop Lucifer and stop the apocalypse.

"It's true," Castiel said.

"So she's gone all Glenn Close, huh? That's awesome," Dean huffed.

Castiel stood up a little straighter and arched an eyebrow. "Who's Glenn Close?"

"Yeah, I don't know who that is either," I grumbled.

"Really, Shawna? You don't know Glenn Close?" He looked at me and I shook my head. "Glenn Close is no one, just this psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits." Dean walked closer to Sam.

"So the plan to kill me, would it actually stop Satan?"

"No, Sam, come on."

I lifted my head up from my knees and looked at Sam. His breath was rushing, but somehow he didn't seem upset that his death could possibly be a good thing. I closed my eyes and hoped that Sam wouldn't go through with it even if it could stop the apocalypse.

"Cas, what do you think? Does Anna have a point?"

"No. She's, uh, Glenn Close," Castiel responded. I opened my eyes. I knew that Castiel could easily be lying, but it felt reassuring to at least have someone say that Sam dying couldn't stop this all.

"I don't get it. We're looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam. Why poke the bear?"

"Anna will keep trying. She won't give up until Sam is dead. So we kill her first." Castiel pulled an oil out of his coat pocket. "Someone get a bowl."

I stretched my legs and leaned back against the chair.

Sam brought a bowl to Castiel and he poured the oil into the bowl. He leaned forward over the bowl and began chanting some kinds of spell. "Zod ah ma ra la ee est la gi ro sa."

Red flames sparked up from the bowl and Castiel backed away. He placed his hands on the back of a chair and his breathing grew heavy.

"Cas?" I stood up, worried.

"I've found her."

"Where is she?" Dean demanded.

"Not where. When." Castiel released his grip on the chair. "It's nineteen seventy-eight."

"What?" Sam said, confusion filling his tired face. "Why nineteen seventy-eight? I wasn't even born yet."

"You won't be if she kills your parents."

"What?"

Castiel walked towards Sam and Dean as I sat back down, feeling helpless as always.

"Anna can't get to you because of me. So she's going after them."

"Take us back right now," Dean's voice was firm as I noticed his hands clenching into fists.

"And deliver you right to Anna? I should go alone."

"They're our parents. Cas, we're going."

"It's not that easy." Castiel backed up from the boys.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Time travel was difficult even with the powers of heaven at my disposal."

"Which got cut off."

"So, what, you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't understand that reference. But I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers no less—" Castiel shook his head. "—it'll weaken me."

Dean walked up to Castiel and looked him in the eyes. "They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna... I mean if we can set things right, we have to try."

Castiel shook his head once more, but remained silent.

"I'm coming with you both. I want to see dad. I've never met him and just seeing him… it would mean a lot to me," I spoke up, but my voice wavered as I spoke. Brining three people back in time could really drain Cas.

"Fine, but if anything goes wrong, Cas will send you straight back here."

"Fine." I walked over to the boys things and grabbed a duffel bag. Castiel walked toward me and placed a jar and his angel blade in there. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered into Castiel's ear.

"No, but they're not really giving me a choice." Castiel grabbed the duffel bag from me and held it out toward the boys. "Ready?"

Sam grabbed the bag and slipped it over his shoulder. "Not really."

"Bend your knees and Shawna, come here." Dean commanded.

I walked over to Dean and he slipped his arm around me, holding me tight. Castiel lifted his hands to Sam and Dean's head and in the blink of an eye, we had traveled to a new time.

I blinked open eyes my eyes and immediately spotted cars in front of us.

"Get out of the street!" someone shouted.

Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the road, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a car in the lane over.

"Did we make it?" Sam asked.

"Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I'd say yes."

"Where's Cas?" I looked to my side and spotted him on the ground, leaning against a car.

"Cas?" Sam said, spotting him just shortly after I did. We ran over to Cas and knelt beside him, blood was pouring out of his nose.

"Is he okay?" I said, my voice just below a whisper.

Dean looked at me before speaking to Cas. "Hey."

"Hey, hey, hey." Sam grabbed his shirt to try and prop him up.

"Take it easy. Take it easy. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I'm much better than I expected." Sam and Dean both grabbed Castiel's arms to try and prop him up, but Castiel coughed up blood and slipped into unconsciousness.

"Cas?" Sam put his hand in front of Castiel's mouth. "He's breathing. Sort of. What do we do?"

"As much as I want to see dad, Cas needs to be taken care of. Is there somewhere we can go?" I said, pulling my jacket off.

"A hotel maybe?" Dean suggested.

I placed my jacket under Cas' nose, trying to catch the blood. "That'll be fine." I used my jacket to soak up the blood then placed my hand on his forehead to find it hot to the touch.

"You'll stay with Cas?" Sam asked.

"Listen, I'd rather not, but do you think he's in any state to just be left alone. Anyways, I'm not so good at killing ang- anything yet."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Anna isn't looking for me. Let's go to a hotel."

Sam and Dean grabbed Castiel by either arm and lifted him off the ground. Cas' body remained limp. They dragged him along the ground until we spotted a hotel a couple buildings down.

"Sam." Dean stopped moving.

"Yeah?"

"Find out where mom and dad are. I'll get them all checked in."

"Fine."

I walked to the side that Sam was holding and we switched spots. Cas' body weighed me down, but we kept walking until we reached the hotel.

Inside, a bored man was at the front desk, chewing on a piece of gum. "Stay right here."

I nodded my head at Dean and watched him walk to the desk. "Hi. Could I get a room?"

"Sure. How many people?" the front desk man smacked his gum between every word.

"Two. It's for my sister and her," Dean paused. "Friend?"

"The honeymoon suite is the cheapest option for two people. How many nights?"

'Five." Dean pulled his wallet out and handed the man some cash. The man gave him something in return and Dean walked back over to me. He wrapped his arm around Cas and immediately began walking. I grunted as I begin to walk too.

We reached the room in no time and luckily it was on the first floor. Dean loosened his grip on Cas in order to open the door and my legs struggled to keep both Cas and I up. Dean walked into the room and laughed.

"Laugh later. Help me now please," I managed to say, my legs now shaking.

"Oh, right." He ran back and grabbed Cas' side. We worked together to move him to the bed then plopped him down right in the middle.

"Can you tell me about dad when we get back? I've never met him."

"Yeah, sure." Dean looked at me. "Are you sure you'll be okay? I wouldn't mind having you tag along. You'd finally have a chance to meet dad."

I sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. "I would… and I want to, but Cas… we can't leave him like this."

Dean nodded his head in understanding and pulled some cash out his wallet. "Make sure you're eating and if he wakes up with some strength, come find us."

"O-okay."

Dean pulled out $40 and handed it to me. "Stay safe, kid."

"I will!" I called out after him as he began to walk out the door.

"God, I could've met dad today." I let out a silent scream of frustration before standing up. My eyes immediately went to Cas; some blood still remained under his nose, but he was stationary, barely even moving his chest to breathe. I went to the bathroom and pulled out two hand towels. I wetted them both and went back to the bed. I laid the colder of the two on Cas' forehead and used the other one to clean up the remaining blood.

I sat on the side of the bed and kept my eyes on Cas, hoping that he'd wake up soon so that I'd have the chance to meet dad.

"Shawna. Shawna." I felt a finger nudging into the side of my face and looked up to find Cas standing next to me. I quickly sat up.

"Cas? You feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Where's Sam and Dean?"

"They went after Anna." Cas' face was pale and I wasn't sure how much longer he could stand. "Cas, please sit down. They'll be back soon."

"No, I need to find where Anna is and help them."

"No, you need to rest and regain some strength. They've got this taken care of." Cas wobbled and I pulled on his arm. "Please sit down."

"We need to make sure that Anna is taken care o-"

A faint breeze hit me before the man appeared in front of me. His hair was a dark brown and he was slightly taller than Cas.

"Your brothers have requested that I send you back."

"Michael!" Cas' voice rose to a shout and he shook my grip off of his arm. "What'd you do?!"

"I did what had to be done and I promised that I would send you two back since I sent the boys back too. Please don't resist." The man walked closer to Cas and I. He raised his hands as I stood up. His fingers touched both of our foreheads like Cas did earlier and in the blink of an eye, we were back in the modern day.

I quickly slid my hands down my side to check that I was okay before looking around the room. Sam was facing away from us, but he noticed us first.

"Castiel." Sam turned around as I noticed what he was seeing, Cas's face was becoming paler by the minute. I stood behind him, expecting a fall. Sure enough, Cas fell onto me. I struggled to hold him up.

"Hey. Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Sam ran over and grabbed Cas' arm, relieving some of the weight from me.

"Cas!" Dean shouted. He ran over and grabbed the other arm. I stepped away from them.

"We got you," Sam said.

"You son of a bitch. You made it."

"I… I did? I'm very surprised." Cas took one more breath before closing his eyes and passing out.

"Whoa! You're okay."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Get him on the bed. I'll go get a cold washcloth." I turned my back on them and ran to the bathroom. Luckily none of the towels had been used yet, so I grabbed a white washcloth and soaked it in cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. My hair was in tangles and covered in grease. I was in desperate need of a shower, but this whole apocalypse thing needed to be top priority.

I walked out of the bathroom to find the boys deep in conversation with beers in their hands.

"It's not funny," Sam said.

"I'm not laughing."

Upon approaching the bed, I laid the washcloth on Cas' head.

Sam sighed before speaking again. "They all say we'll say yes."

"I know. It's getting annoying."

"What if they're right?"

"They're not."

"I mean, why, why would we, either of us? But...I've been weak before."

"Sam."

"Michael got Dad to say yes."

"That was different. Anna was about to kill Mom."

"And if you could save Mom… what would you say?"

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the present moment. I couldn't worry about the future because for all I know, all we had was today.

Silence filled the room for a while before Sam spoke up. "You'd be a good mom, Shawna."

"If I last that long." I opened my eyes.

"You will. You've got to."

I looked at Sam and smiled. "And you have to live that long, too. You too, Dean. Neither of you will say yes and someday, you'll each be able to have your own family."

Sam looked down at his hands. "Hopefully," he said with his voice just below a whisper.