Author's Notes: Sorry I'm a day late but I had dress rehearsal last night and was signing up for the ACT and everything got so messy. I'm working again on Sunday so that chapter may be late as well. But for now enjoy this chapter! This is one of my favorite bits I've ever written so I hope you enjoy and please review!


A slight wind stirred the leaves on the trees just outside of the motel. No one was around, the quiet air undisturbed. Not even a car rolled through the street. The only living thing any one would have seen was a lone bird flying overhead, uncaring of the emptiness below it. It drifted lazily on the air current, its wings flapping only occasionally.

But it wasn't those wings that created the sound of ruffling feathers that broke the stillness. A man had appeared outside of one of the rooms. He turned the handle and though the door was supposed to be locked, it slid open for him effortlessly. He sauntered in, taking the room in with a few short glances. His hands ran over the papers on the desk, looking for something specific.

He came up with a small note, almost an afterthought though it had been circled and the letters written in bright red pen.

'Magnolia'.

It only took a short trip into town to discover the inn. A few simple questions and he was down in the basement, looking over the scene. There were traces of unfamiliar particles to him. He ran his hand through the air as though he could see them though in reality he could only sense their presence in a way humans could not. He followed this trail of particles around a stack of crates.

To his surprise, he found a bright blue box. He placed his hand on the handle and found it locked. He frowned, trying to undo the lock in his mind but it was complex, incredibly complex. There was technology here he had never seen before. This was no ordinary lock. He settled instead for simply flying inside, appearing beside a large glowing console.

The lights inside of the room flickered, almost in a welcome. His eyes narrowed at this. The machine hummed as he put his hand out and touched it. It vibrated underneath his borrowed skin, as though it were purring. He removed his hand, a little out of his depth. The lights dimmed a little, seemingly disappointed. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling.

He turned to leave through one of the doors leading deeper into the machine but a whisper in the back of his mind stopped him.

'Castiel.'

The angel turned, looking back at the console. His bright blue eyes darted around the room, looking for who could have spoken to him. It was empty. Yet he still felt as though there was something watching his movements. He turned again, back towards the door.

'No, Castiel.'

Cas found himself turning to another of the doors in response to the voice. It said nothing more as he walked through it, leaving the strange room far behind. He followed the hallway, noting as he did so that the entire maze he found himself in was full to the brim with the strange particles. Yet there was a particularly concentrated stream along the path that he followed. It was dissipating but still able to be followed.

It led him through a octagonal door where he found a variety of beds jutting out from the walls. On many of them lay people he didn't recognize. There was a floppy haired man on the one directly in front of the door and to the right of where he stood lay a ginger woman. There was a cup just beneath her hand which was dangling over the edge of the bed. He picked this up and brought it to his nose. The smell tickled his memory. African dream root.

He stared into the face of the woman. Her entire body was saturated with the particles. They lay so thickly over her that he could almost see their glow coming from her skin. He reached a hand out, trying to feel the phantom stuffs. His hand cupped around her face, sliding right through the ghostly layer.

As his skin made contact with hers she gave a start, eyes opening. He blinked in surprise, concentration shattered. Her bright green eyes darted around the room, startled and unsure before flicking back up to his.

"Get off of me." She pushed him by his chest until he was forced to back up.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to wake you." He was honest about that. He had been so caught up with trying to figure out what was covering her that he hadn't thought. One touch from the angel had taken away the effects of the root, pulling her up from her comatose state. She sat up on the bed, one hand to her head.

"I don't think I was supposed to wake up yet." She groaned. "You really did a number on me, angel man." Cas blinked again, this time in confusion.

"Have we met before?" She gave him a look.

"Stop that, it's not funny." Her boots clicked on the floor as she lowered herself down. "How are the others?" For the first time, Cas took a look around the room. It took him less than a moment to find the person he had come here for.

"Dean." He moved towards the hunter, hand outstretched to wake him. A long fingered hand caught his arm, pulling him back.

"Can't let you do that." The woman told him seriously.

"I have some important information for him." Cas didn't know why he bothered to argue with her. What did she know of such matters?

"Listen, angel or no, this isn't something you can mess with. The boys have to fix the Doctor. If you pull them up, there's a good chance he'll just lay here for years." Cas turned from the bed with the hunter on it.

"How do you know I'm an angel?" He questioned, concerned as to how she could know such things about him. This entire place unnerved him. There was something off about it, something he didn't like. The whole thing screamed trouble at him and he was truly worried. Castiel had never seen anything like it and he was almost as old as time itself.

"You saved me from 1940. Don't you remember?" She looked as confused as he felt.

"I have done no such thing." He told her and her face scrunched up in thought.

"Amy Pond." She stuck her hand out, shaking his.

"Castiel." He watched as she pulled his hand away from his side and moved it up and down. He had never much understood the idea of hand shaking, nor seen the point behind it.

It took Amy quite a while to explain everything to the angel. What he had done, the case that had lead them all to Crescent Mills. She told him about their flight to Jirar which ultimately ended in the TARDIS landing back on earth to drop off Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson. She explained about the Doctor and his TARDIS and how they were trying to awake him from his coma.

Altogether it took nearly a half an hour. And she had only covered the very basics, not even getting into how she had been trapped in 1940 or how the TARDIS could also travel in time. He absorbed it all without question, taking her at her word. However, he still insisted on waking Dean in the end.

"He's in the Doctor's brain. You can't pull him out. He needs him to put the puzzle together." She protested, moving between him and the older Winchester.

"There are far larger concerns than the Doctor." Cas argued, trying to move past her. She slid into his way again and he frowned. She was being quite difficult.

"There are no larger concerns than the Doctor." She was adamant on this point.

"There could be thousands of lives at stake. Would you have that weight on your shoulders?" He snapped, eager to get out of the strange place.

"The Doctor will save them. We just have to wait a little while till he wakes up. A day, no more." Amy told him. Cas' mind raced, trying to think his way out. "The TARDIS is landed, yeah?" Cas nodded his head. "Then let's go down to the pub and have a pint. We haven't got more dream root. I say we try and work this out over chips."

Some gears clicked in the angel's brain. He nodded his approval and she took his hand, grinning. She pulled him from the room, leading him back through the console room which did nothing to greet him this time. Amy didn't even notice the looks he threw around the room as she pulled him from the TARDIS doors, eager to see what information she could squeeze out of a proper angel.

"Will others be able to get inside?" He wondered as she threw the door shut behind them.

"It's fine." She shrugged. Cas glanced back at the blue box as they walked away from it. Bigger on the inside. Fascinating. How does one even begin to go about that? Amy's Doctor man must be extremely powerful. Perhaps he struck some sort of deal with a crossroads demon. And it moved as well, she told him? What a strange concept.

"Dean says there's only one pub in this town but one's enough for the two of us. You drink much?" Amy questioned, throwing open a door.

"I have had my share of experience in that department." He told her truthfully.

"I suppose angels don't carry money." Amy sighed. "But don't think that's getting you out of paying me back." Cas blinked. Here was an interesting character. Where had the Winchesters picked her up? According to her, they had gotten her from 1940 but Cas had made no such trip. Since he had picked up the angel tablet he had been laying low. He wouldn't risk such a jump for no reason. So who had brought Amelia Pond back to her own time?