"If this is it, all we have and ever will

If this is it, time is running out and standing still

I'll leave today 'cause there's nothing left to keep me here

I'll fade away, I'll turn my back and disappear."

~Above and Below by The Bravery

The four teens crash landed in the middle of a sidewalk, landing in an awkward tangle. Kerberosel's small frame was crushed by James' and Lucifer's, and Isadora had fallen on top of all three of them, the heel of her black boot simultaneously wedging itself into Lucifer's crotch. The half werewolf groaned and shoved her off, elbowing Kerberosel in the face as he did so. People were watching them with growing interest and confusion, wondering where the hell they'd come from and why they couldn't seem to get up without injuring each other.

Finally, they all managed to get on their feet. James looked around and said, "Isadora, you come with me to Dean and Castiel's place, we need to figure out exactly when we ended up here. They won't recognize us because we're still just children."

"The bitch and me will try to get a lead on anyone who may have been watching Loki since he was a kid," Lucifer volunteered.

Kerberosel shivered against the cold and pulled his red scarf tighter around his neck. "We should be discreet and forgettable. Don't tell anyone our real names. If we change the future so our parents remember meeting us in the past, it'll create a paradox."

"What he said," Izzy said, idly examining her fingernails.

"Any idea what street we're on?" asked James.

Kerberosel walked over to the corner, looked at the sign. "Main street. Should be a fairly easy starting point."

"I can find Dad's house from here," James confirmed. "Izzy, let's…Izzy?" He looked around, finding that she'd disappeared. "Damn it. Guys, we lost Isadora…"

Kerberosel groaned. "Again?"

Meanwhile, she'd found someone to occupy herself with. She sat on a nearby bench with a tall, black haired man that had some of the prettiest green eyes she'd ever seen. He sat close enough to show his interest, the arm he had over the back of the bench lightly touching her shoulders. The man also made no move to hide how his eyes kept straying down to the V neck of her shirt. Isadora knew exactly what she was doing when she leaned back and crossed her legs, her short skirt hiking a bit further up her thighs.

"So tell me Darren…anything interesting going on around here?" she asked casually.

"Oh there can be all kinds of interesting things going on around here."

Seriously? If your pickup lines get any worse, I'm going to barf, she thought. "I'll just bet there can. How about for the more…supernaturally inclined?"

"Supernaturally inclined…what are you, a hunter? You don't smell like a demon," he said very quietly.

Isadora laughed; a high, melodious sound that had charmed more men than she could count. "I'm a bit of a cocktail."

"We'll just have to see about that sometime. There is this bar right outside of town. Modern little place, nice digs, and some very…interesting clientele. It's called Evangeline's."

"Sounds like my kind of place," she said, standing up. "Thanks for your time."

"No goodbye kiss?"

Now that she had the information she had sought, she no longer needed to be friendly. She had him pinned to the bench by her boot with one swift movement, her voice a harsh whisper. "You're lucky I haven't cracked your skull open by now, demon. You're an awful flirt, you smell like cheap beer, and your hair's oilier than my brother's classic Mustang. Run fast, because let's just say I have very little tolerance for your kind. Now go."

He looked like a complete girl when he leapt off the bench, taking off down the sidewalk. She'd allowed a spark of her grace to show through, silently telling the demon just what he was dealing with. Smirking, she jumped gracefully over the bench and landed lithely on her feet. Evangeline's. A bar for the supernatural. If that wasn't one hell of a place to start, she didn't know what was.

"Where the hell did you go?" James demanded when Isadora finally walked up beside him.

"Chill dude, you're not my dad. Either one of them. You should be kissing my ass right now, I just found a bar for the 'supernaturally inclined.' I think Lucifer and Kerberosel have a place to start now."

Kerberosel cocked his head in a birdlike manner. "How did you get all of that from striking up conversation with some random person you just happened to see on the street?"

"He wasn't random, he was a demon, and I could tell by his scent that he was pretty high up on the food chain." Then, as an afterthought, she added, "He's a horrible flirt."

"Well thanks for that terribly insightful piece of information," Lucifer said dryly. "We're four time traveling teenagers trying to save the damn world, but let's mention that some dude's a terrible flirt. Because that is so important."

Isadora stepped forward to probably hit him, but James cleared his throat and crossed his arms. "Alright everyone, this isn't helping. Lucifer, Kerberosel, track down this bar Izzy found. Isadora, you're coming with me, and no wandering off this time!"

"You sound like more of a girl than my bitch does," Lucifer noted as he walked off in the other direction, Kerberosel at his side.

James started walking with Isadora down the sidewalk, his distraught hair blown into his eyes by the breeze. A familiar ice cream shop caught his eye, and both him and Isadora stopped for a moment to stare at it. It was the same place that they knew from their childhood. Every Saturday since they were three, Gabriel and Castiel had taken James, Isadora and Loki out for ice cream at this very place. It was a tradition that had been broken after Castiel's death, but it had never been forgotten.

"I think it's Saturday," Isadora whispered.

"Why?"

She pointed shakily to the window, through which they could see a short blond man sitting at the counter with his two small children. "Because that's me, my mom, and my little brother."

Talking about going back and seeing yourself as a child is one thing, but actually doing it is another. James glanced over and saw tears in Isadora's eyes as she stared at the child version of her little brother, who was missing in the time she'd just came from. He tried to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but she jerked away and kept walking, clearly angry with herself for getting emotional as she blinked the tears from her eyes. James knew it wasn't to be taken personally; she had always shied away from people trying to help her unless it was Nico, the very rare exception. They'd barely talked over the years, but somehow when something went wrong, he was always there for Isadora.

It wasn't too far of a walk, but it felt like years before they reached the front lawn of James' home. He stared at it…it looked the exact same as always, yet entirely different. Knowing Castiel was in there made him view it in an entirely different light. It seemed brighter, more welcoming. The part of him that was still a child soared to life at the realization that twelve years later, he could finally see his other father again. Even if Castiel wouldn't know who he was, he could still see him and that was enough for James. I'll save you, I promise, he thought with determination.

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather trench coat (go figure, even his fashion sense was half Dean, half Castiel), he looked over at Isadora.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Izzy stared at him evenly. "Are you?"

"Not by a long shot."

"Same here."

Sharing a wan smile, they ascended onto the porch.