Dean wouldn't talk to her. Neither would Future Dean, but that was probably because she didn't want to talk to him either. Luckily, though, he was in a different vehicle and she was currently sat between Cas and her Dean. Apparently they were going to kill Lucifer – and Sam, who he was currently riding. The gun she'd pointed at the older Dean had been the Colt. She'd not realised.

Both she and Cas had missed a lot at the meeting Chuck had come to take them to. She wasn't exactly devastated.

"You're just jealous," she stated once they'd been on the road for a little while.

"Jealous?" Dean scoffed. "I'm not jealous, Amy, I'm pissed off!"

"Why?" she retorted. "You're not the only one who can sleep with an angel."

"That's not why I'm…" he started. "We're trapped in the fricking future! You know, maybe some priority would have been nice."

"I'm sorry that I don't handle finding out my never-ending hell of a future the same way as you. You don't hear Cas complaining about it," she replied.

"Of course he didn't complain. Who the hell would?"

She smirked. "Oh, I see. You're just jealous that I slept with him and not you," she teased and he shot her an indignant look.

"That's not it!" he protested and she placed a hand on her heart.

"And here was me thinking that all that perving actually meant something," she said sadly. "I'm hurt, Dean. Actually hurt."

Cas chuckled next to her. He was driving, which in itself was fantastic. "I've missed you two," he told them, reaching forward to the dashboard where a little orange container was sat. He picked it up and Amelia immediately took it off him.

"Not while you're driving," she said firmly.

"If I crash, so will the car," he pointed out and she shook her head, handing the bottle to Dean.

"I don't care what you think," she retorted. "No drugs behind the wheel."

Cas grumbled slightly but didn't have the heart to argue with her further. Whether it was because he was scared of her, or because he just didn't want to argue during their remaining time, Amelia didn't want to guess. But he didn't press her and Dean looked over the label.

"Amphetamines?" he read off and Cas nodded.

"It's the perfect antidote to that absinth," he replied.

"Don't get me wrong, Cas. I, uh. I'm happy that the stick is out of your ass," Dean told him, placing the bottle on the dashboard. "But the drugs, and- and the orgies?"

"I'm not an angel anymore," Cas reminded him. "I went mortal." He turned his attention back to the road. "I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of," he took his hand off the wheel to wave it in the air, "psshhew - drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months."

Dean did, to his credit, look surprised at this information. He'd not really considered what losing his wings would do for Cas. He'd just been concerned about getting back home. "Wow."

Cas shot him a look. "Yeah."

"So, you're human?" Dean asked. Cas nodded. "Well, welcome to the club."

"Thanks," he replied. "Except I used to belong to a much better club. And now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I..." he glanced up into the rear-view mirror and saw Amelia looking back at him with a sad smile on his face. "I let people down," he continued. "So, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? I was always told I was good at it." He smirked and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dude," he groaned. "Really?"

Cas shrugged. "That's just the way I roll now, Dean," he replied. Amelia couldn't help but laugh at the strangeness that Castiel was now. Or will be in the future. Which was now.

"You know," she said, leaning back into the seat of the truck, "I don't think this time travelling business will ever sit right."

"You're telling me," Dean grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning turning his back.

She looked at him, incredulous. "Are you pouting?"

"I'm not pouting," he retorted in a pout. "You're pouting."

Amelia laughed again and Cas smiled to himself. He really was going to miss her when she was gone.

~0~0~0~

Apparently Jackson Country Sanatorium had really gone downhill since the apocalypse started, it would seem. The entire city was a hot zone but they had a rather easy time walking through to where the devil was currently hiding.

Amelia was rather comfortable with guns, having grown up surrounded by hunters and a godfather who was insistent she could look after herself should something happen, even if he tried to keep her life as normal as possible. Still, she felt rather strange to be heading to the end of the apocalypse carrying a rather large one. She was much more used to handguns and shotguns, after all.

They hunkered down behind some discarded and rusted cars, getting their bearings ready to attack. She was still finding it difficult that they were about to see Sam being ridden by Lucifer himself. As was Dean, both Deans, neither of which had said a word to her once they'd entered the city.

Future Dean pulled out his binoculars, looking over every window they could see. "There," he declared, lowering them when he spotted what he was looking for. He handed Cas the binoculars. "Second-floor window. We go in there."

Risa, the woman who Future Dean had been less than faithful with, shot him a look. "You sure about this?" she asked, not sounding too convinced.

"They'll never see us coming," Future Dean promised, but she didn't look convinced. "Trust me," he insisted, which just threw up a bunch of red flags for both Amelia and Dead. "Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five."

"Hey, uh, me," Dean called. His future self looked at him impatiently. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

He stood up, giving his future self no option but to follow, but placed a hand on Amelia's shoulder to get her to stay put. This was something he needed to talk out with himself on his own, which screwed with his head more than he really needed it to at this point.

Amelia watched them go with a frown, wondering if she should follow anyway. She didn't really want to be split up from Dean. It was better if they stuck together so they both knew what was going on. Plus, if Zachariah suddenly decided to zap him home again, she had no doubt that he'd leave her behind if she was nowhere to be found.

"I'm surprised," Cas said, pulling her out of her thoughts. She turned to him with a frown on her face. "You're not following Dean."

"I don't follow Dean everywhere," she retorted but the look on his face said he didn't believe her. And, seeing what would happen to her because of that, she couldn't exactly blame him. "Alright, I follow him a lot," she conceded, "but they're just going to argue and I can't be bothered with that bullshit, can you?"

He chuckled. "Definitely not," he agreed. He continued to check over his weapons with a meticulousness that she expected from Cas, even if the gun didn't quite match the image in her head. "Which team will you be on?" he asked. "Team ambush, or team devil?"

She shrugged. "I don't think I'll have much of a choice," she replied. "If Dean is off to the devil, then I will be too."

"That's a shame," he replied. "I always fought better with you there," he shot her a smirk and she couldn't help but reply with her own.

"Well, I am a great teacher," she purred and Risa rolled her eyes.

"Oh please, stop flirting," she snapped. "We're about to walk into our deaths, can you not?"

Amelia shot her a glare. "Jealous, much?" she retorted. "Don't get snappy with me because you're not on your game."

Risa glared at her. "Excuse me?"

Amelia didn't look perturbed at all at the anger suddenly being shot her way. "You heard me," she retorted. "You're just jealous I can bag an ex-angel-"

"Oh-oh, wait a minute..."

"And you can't even keep the captain of the guard with you."

Risa visibly straightened, her hackles well and truly raised but Amelia didn't particularly care. In fact, for some reason, a gold old fashioned cat fight seemed rather appropriate at that moment. She was tired, annoyed, and looking for a way to let out her frustration.

"Listen to me, you soulless demon bitch..."

Amelia held up her hand. "Not a demon yet," she snapped back. "And you might want to watch your tongue before I rip it out of your head."

Risa shifted, ready to get off the floor and wring her neck when Matias stepped forward. "Alright, ladies, let's calm down and save it all for the devil, eh?"

Both Risa and Amelia glared at him. "Stay out of this," Risa snapped.

"It's nothing to do with you," Amelia agreed, but she slumped back into her sitting position. She turned to Cas, who almost looked put out that her fight seemed to have disappeared at the sound of the other man's voice. "What's up with you?" she asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking back to a video you once showed me," he told her with a knowing grin. She stared for a moment, confused, before realising what he was referencing. If she'd been showing him stuff on the internet then he really must loosen up long before he lost his grace.

"You're such a pervert now," she commented. "You just wanted to see two women wrestle."

"Hey, call me an optimist, but before I walk to my death..." he started but she nudged him.

"That's enough," she scolded. "You want some of sort of porn dream then you have to go back to Now me."

"You don't mean that," he said, which was entirely true. She leant forward and placed a kiss on his lips, one he deepened immediately.

"Urgh," Risa muttered but Amelia just grinned like an idiot as she pulled back.

"Wanna show me how to reload?" she asked temptingly. He nodded eagerly. They both scrambled up into a crouch. "Come on then, Bright Eyes."

~0~0~0~

Future Dean rolled his eyes as Amelia and Cas reappeared from behind one of the burnt-out vehicles. She could see exactly what was going through his head and, while she and Cas had only fooled around a little bit, she allowed him to think whatever he liked.

"Where is my Dean?" she asked shortly. She was still pissed, after all. Heaven knew she could sulk when she wanted to.

"He went around the back," Future Dean replied, annoyed. "He decided he could save little Sammy his own way."

"And you didn't stop him?" she asked.

"If he's stupid enough to believe that, that's up to him," Future Dean retorted. She rolled her eyes and left Cas's side with a squeeze of his hand, heading towards the wooded area the Deans had disappeared into. "Where do you think you're going?"

"After him," she called over her shoulder.

"No, you're staying with me." She turned shooting him an incredulous look.

"No, I'm going after my Dean," she replied firmly. "I'm going to make sure my Dean doesn't die, and then I'm going to make sure he never turns into you." She smirked at Cas. "Look after yourself, Bright Eyes."

She didn't really know where she was going, all she knew what that she had to find Dean and stop him from doing anything stupid. Even she knew that trying to save Sam at this point was suicide for anyone, as much as she didn't want to admit it. Sam was just as much a brother to her as Dean was. Sure, she was closer to Dean, but she loved Sam as well. Their best plan was to ride out the rest of their time in this batshit crazy future then get back and stop it happening themselves.

~0~0~0~

"Dean!" Amelia called as she moved through the trees. She should have seen some sign of him by now. She'd headed right around the back of the building but nothing had come of it.

Her eyes widened as the sound of gunfire suddenly started from inside the building, people crying out in pain and terror and anger. The ambush. The second floor.

Cas.

She sped up, this time ducking into the woods slightly, looking all over for her best friend. "Dean!" she shouted. "Dean!"

"Amy?"

She picked up her pace. "Dean!"

She found him on the floor in a pile of leaves, looking like he'd just been smacked in the head. She helped him up. "What happened to you?"

"It's a trap," was his reply. "Me -future me – he's feeding them all to demons so he can get past."

"What?" she exclaimed, looking up at the second-floor window. "Cas is up there!"

"I know," he replied. "Come on!"

She followed him into the grounds of the building, but they didn't head inside. She was shaking, knowing that as the gunfire died so did all those people. So did Cas. Future Dean had knowingly killed Cas, had lied to them all, but she couldn't even be angry. It was all too much.

They headed into an overgrown garden, where rose bushes were growing untamed. Dean froze at the sight of himself on the floor, the Colt just out of reach, and a foot on his neck. The Future Dean looked up to meet his gaze, then his neck was snapped.

"Dean!" Amy screamed from his side but he reached out, grabbing her before she ran forward. "You son of a bitch!"

Dean knew the hair even if he didn't recognise the white suit. He'd made fun of it enough times. Sam turned around but it was obvious that he'd checked out long ago. Lucifer looked surprised at the sight of the two people behind him.

"Oh. Hello, Dean," he greeted before giving a little nod of his head. "Amelia. Aren't you a surprise?"

"You son of a bitch," Amelia repeated in a snarl, focusing on the archangel and not on the body of Dean. It didn't matter that he wasn't her Dean, it was still a Dean. At least this time he wasn't so bloody.

They both flinched as lighting flashed in the sky, the sound of thunder rumbling right behind it. Lucifer was gone.

"You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?" Lucifer asked. They both turned to see him now stood behind them, looking at them with a hint of interest but nothing more.

Dean looked him up and down, trying to convince himself that it wasn't Sam, it was in the future, his brother was travelling around without him but he was still Sam. Even in his head it wasn't convincing, it was just heart-breaking. He'd failed his most basic point in life. He'd failed the job Dad had given him long ago. He'd not saved Sam.

He reached to his side, moving Amelia behind him just slightly. He could still try and save someone. He wouldn't lose her as well.

"Well, go ahead. Kill me," he challenged.

"Kill you?" Lucifer repeated, confused, before looking over at the Dean on the floor. "Don't you think that would be a little...redundant?" He sighed, walking closer to the pair. Dean stepped backwards, forcing Amelia to do the same. She was happy to follow his lead. "I'm sorry. It must be painful, speaking to me in this—shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be."

He reached forward to rest a hand on Dean's shoulder, but Dean leant away from his touch, the very idea making his skin crawl. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?" He walked past towards one of the rose bushes.

"I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?" Dean accused as Lucifer looked over one of the roses.

He turned back. "Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God." Dean just stared back. "You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?"

"Oh, good God, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you?" Dean retorted with a sneer. "My stomach's almost out of bile."

Amelia felt completely out of place. This time travel trip was to show Dean what was going to happen, she had no right being here. Zachariah had wanted to bring her down a peg or two and it really had worked. She felt tiny, and ignored, and she had no idea how to help.

She snuck from Dean's side and headed over to his future self's body. She crouched down next to him, tears in her eyes. She had been so angry at him but she would have gotten over it. She always did. She could never stand having her Winchester mad at her, and she hated being mad at him. She reached out and stroked his cheek gently. He'd died with her angry at him. Did he know she would have forgiven him?

Lucifer tried to justify what was happening but, like Dean, her stomach turned at his excuses. Sam was as much as a victim as Dean was. The whole world was going to burn because of one angel's temper tantrum. She couldn't even look him in the eyes because his grace burnt with such an angry red glow it made her head spin.

"You better kill me now!" Dean declared as Lucifer turned away from him. The archangel paused, turning back.

"Pardon?"

"You better kill me now," Dean repeated with strong conviction. "Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop."

Lucifer looked at him with pity. "I know you won't," he replied softly. "I know you won't say yes to Michael, either. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here. I win. So," he shrugged, "I win."

A tear ran down Dean's cheek and Amelia shot up off the floor. He looked broken and it made her blood boil. "You're wrong!" she snapped. Dean's eyes widened in panic as she brought Lucifer's attention onto her. "This will never happen. Whatever has gone down here today will never come to be."

Lucifer shot her the same pitying look. "I know that seeing your friends in pain must be painful for you as well, Amelia. You also must feel very betrayed by what has happened to you in the name of this fight."

"I couldn't care less," she retorted. "This will never happen. The apocalypse will never happen, you won't get your hands on Sam. And Dean will never come here." She pointed down at his body on the ground. "As long as there is breath in my body, demon or not, Dean would never be here on his own. You won't get near him because you'll have to go through me."

As if to prove her point, as if she was a twelve-year-old again stepping in front of a bully, she walked over and stood between Dean and Lucifer. "You won't win," she swore.

Lucifer looked between the pair. The hunter with a look of determination and the naïve girl with fire in her eyes. "See you in five years," he told them both before another flash of lightning blinded them both. Lucifer was gone, leaving the two in the middle of the overgrown garden.

Amelia looked over at Dean's body again. Dean watched from behind as she raised a shaking hand to her mouth, her shoulder sagging. That was the unquestioning loyalty that had caused the future him to get her to willingly become a demon. It had her throwing herself in front of the devil himself to stand up for him. That thought had made him sick when he'd found out she had traded her angels to become a demon for him. Right now, he just needed someone on his side. Someone who believed he was doing the right thing too.

"Amy, Amy," he called, turning her around. She looked as broken and exhausted as he felt and he pulled her close. He closed his eyes, resting his head on hers. She didn't even seem to be crying, which he wasn't sure was a good thing or not. He just knew that she had offered to be by his side and he needed that more than anything. He just needed to not be alone in this fight.

He lifted his head to see Zachariah reaching forward to press two fingers against his forehead.

The next moment they were both back in the hotel room, back before the apocalypse, almost as if they had never left. Amelia started, turning around to see Zachariah looking at them both almost apologetically. She shook her head. He was the last being she wanted to see right now.

"Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you," Dean bit out.

"Enough. Dean, enough," Zachariah said tiredly. "You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes."

"How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks?" Dean retorted. "Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?"

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die."

Dean looked down, for a moment truly thinking about what Zachariah said. About striking before Lucifer could. Before getting to Sam first. For one brief moment he really thought about saying yes. Then the words clicked in his head. He looked to Amelia, who was looking up at him, worried that he was going to say yes but ready to follow him regardless.

All he had to do was get to Sam first. Before Lucifer, and before heaven, and they could work it all out from there.

He walked around Zachariah, playing up his decision because it was supposed to be difficult, but it wasn't. It was incredibly easy.

"Nah."

Amelia's face broke out into a grin of happiness and relief. Zachariah's fell into a frown. "'Nah'?" he repeated. "You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?"

Dean turned to face the angel. "Oh, I've learned a lesson, all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach."

This wasn't the answer Zachariah was obviously expecting. He strode towards Dean, eyes blazing. "Well, I'll just have to teach it again!"

Amelia shot forward towards Dean, glaring at Zachariah, eyes flashing in warning. "Try it, wing boy," she challenged. "One note from me…"

"Oh, be quiet," Zachariah snapped, waving a hand at her. She gagged, doubling over as blood started rushing up from her throat, clogging her airway and cutting off any noise she could have made. "I got you now, boy," he threatened Dean, "and I'm never letting you—"

And then they were on the side of a road. Zachariah and the hotel weren't anywhere to be seen. By Dean's side stood Castiel, somehow looking incredibly smug whilst having very little expression on his face.

"That's pretty nice timing, Cas," Dean complimented, feeling like he could finally breathe for the first time in days.

Cas smiled softly. "We had an appointment," he replied, like it was some sort of in joke.

From next to them Amelia gagged again, falling to her knees as she choked on her own blood. Both man and angel seemed to realise that she needed help. Dean had barely taken a step when Cas placed a hand on her forehead and heeled her instantly.

She looked up at Cas, whose eyes were shining bright blue, and realised she'd missed his grace almost as much as she'd missed his awkward self. It hit her like a train that she really had enjoyed their time together in the future, but he was beautiful in a much bigger way now he was back to his full self. His touch felt like fire on her skin and perhaps sleeping with him might bite her in the ass later.

Instead she clambered off the floor and chucked her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm so happy to see you," she told him. She pushed the thought of him dying to the back of her mind as she clung to him tightly. He was a sight for sore, tired eyes.

Cas froze under her, arms by his side, unsure of what to do with the sudden attack of affection. She was obviously incredibly happy to see him, which still wasn't something he could quite corralate to his life so far. Angels didn't tend to be glad to see each other, they just… saw each other.

"I'm… glad to see you too," he offered before looking at Dean. It was obvious that he had no idea how to handle Amelia and so was just leaving her to hang off him. "How did Zachariah find you?"

Dean began rummaging through his pocket, looking for his phone. "Long story," he replied. "Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" He flipped open his phone.

"What are you doing?" Cas asked.

"Something I should have done in the first place," Dean replied, listening to it ring. "Sam?"

Feeling like he shouldn't be listening, Castiel turned his attention to the woman who still hadn't stopped hugging him. He was still learning about all the customs and cues that humans had, but he was certain this hug was going on a bit too long. "Amelia?"

She pulled back, a sheepish little grin on her face. "Sorry," she said. "I'm just so happy to see you."

"I'm… glad?" he replied a little unsurely. She reached out, smoothing down his trench coat where she'd ruffled it. The hug was not unlike the one she'd given Dean when he had come back from the dead, which is what it felt like. She'd barely had time to register Future Cas being sent to his death but seeing him back to how she was already used to him behaving and not some stoned orgy-loving human felt like he really had come back from the dead.

"Don't ever lose this trench coat," she told him, confusing him all the more. "It suits you too much."

"I won't," he said slowly. His frown only deepened as he looked at her shining eyes. "What happened?"

She shook her head. "A whole lot of stuff that will never happen again," she promised vaguely, which didn't answer his question at all.

Dean's phone call to Sam didn't last very long. Once he'd arranged to meet up, his plan was to get back to his car. He straightened slightly when he saw how Amelia was still holding on Cas, knowing that her exploits in the future were going to create some sort of trouble down the road. She was going to get hurt because, if they stopped the apocalypse, then that Cas wasn't going to exist.

"Can you give us a ride back into town?" he asked Cas. The angel nodded and a moment later they were stood by the Impala. Dean shifted uncomfortably – he still hated travelling by angel power. "Thanks. Are you coming?"

"Actually," Amelia spoke up. "I could do with a favour, if that's okay?"

"What is it?" Cas asked her.

She looked guilty even asking. "Could you take me home?"

For a moment Dean was very confused, but quickly realised why she wanted to go. Cas nodded. "Of course."

She turned to Dean. "When you and Sam make up, come get me," she commanded. "We've got an apocalypse to stop and you've got a promise to keep."

There was a quick hug, then Cas transported her to just in front of her house. It was still dark, but luckily Cas's definition of morning has also coincided with Zachariah bringing them back to the present. She looked up at the old wooden front, with the roof tiles that needed fixing, and felt overwhelmingly happy that it looked lived in. There was no dust and it was no more overgrown than usual. There was even a light on in the front, probably coming through from the study. Everything was as it should be.

Still, she didn't move from Cas's side. She couldn't find it in her to move, to walk up those few steps to the porch. She was terrified of what was on the other side.

"Is everything alright?"

She was startled slightly by the angel's question, and she looked up at him. Just seeing the grace shining in his eyes comforted her and, once again, she questioned if sleeping with him in the future had been her best idea. He really was too good looking for such an awkward being.

"Yeah, fine," she replied and the silence dragged between them for a moment. "What's the plan now, then? Locating the Colt?"

"I still think it's our best chance at stopping the devil," he confirmed. "If that is even possible at all."

"Well," she looked back at the house, "we won't know until we try."

She still didn't move, though, her worries slowly mounting up as she stared at her home. Uncle Bobby was going to be inside, alive and well, probably worried sick about her. She'd been gone a while now. He'd never stopped calling her cell but it still didn't make the nerves go away.

Cas watched her chew on her lip, still not moving, and he realised what the look was. "You're nervous," he commented, wondering if he should have been alerted to something in the house. "Are you expecting something bad?"

She shook her head. "Not expecting it, just worried about it," she offered. He looked genuinely concerned for her, which actually settled her nerves slightly. He wasn't very good at hiding anything. "I didn't exactly leave on the best terms with Uncle Bobby. I know he didn't mean what he said, but I've always been worried that I've been a burden on him. I don't think he will tell me to leave, but I also think that he might and that scares me."

He could understand that. "I can't say I have much experience with this familial bond," he told her, "but you are very special, I doubt he would turn you away."

"Oh Cas," she said, smiling, touched. "That was incredibly sweet." She took a deep breath. "You're right. We're family. We'll be fine." She turned on the spot, finally feeling like she could move again. "You'll look after yourself, won't you?" she asked. "And keep me updated on how you are?"

He nodded. "When I find the Colt…"

"No, not just then," she interrupted. "I expect phone calls. Every few days, even if you have nothing new to report."

"Why?" he asked with a frown.

"Because I'll be worried about you," she offered simply. "You're a part of this family now, Cas, whether you want to be or not. Dean has to keep me updated so you have to as well."

He looked very confused, which was both endearing and a little sad. "But I will have nothing to say," he pointed out.

"I don't care," she replied. "I'm the Choir Master. That has to give me some… I don't know… authority over this right?"

The look on her face suggested she was joking, but he actually wasn't sure of how she would fit into the ranking of his superiors. Still, the idea of anyone worrying over him was new and he rather liked it, so he gave her a nod. "I can do that," he replied. "Every three days."

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you." Once again they found themselves staring at each other awkwardly. Not sure what else he could do, Cas decided that it was time to start his search again.

"Goodbye, Amelia."

She smiled brightly. "Amy," she corrected.

He shook his head. "Dean said…"

"Dean says a lot of things," she retorted. "It's my name, isn't it?" He nodded. "Which means that I choose who can call me what. Amy is very special to me, so only I get to choose who can call me it, not Dean."

"Why is it special?" he asked. The way he asked questions was so adorable. She knew that she didn't fancy him like the Future Cas suggested would happen, but she really was becoming fond of him. She wasn't lying when she said he was part of her family now.

"Because it's what my mom used to call me," she offered.

"And you're happy for me to call you that?" he asked, sounding rather amazed.

She nodded, turning and walking away. "I'll talk to you later, Cas," she told him pointedly.

He didn't reply for a moment and she paused in her step, ready to ask if he was alright. "Goodbye, Amy." She felt the slight shift as he disappeared. She took another deep breath, feeling better about heading inside.

She opened the door slowly. "Uncle Bobby?" she called quietly. It was very early morning, after all, she didn't want to wake him up if he still asleep.

"Amelia?"

He came out of the study incredibly quickly. He didn't look drunk, he looked like he'd actually cleaned himself up a bit, and as tired as he normally did when he'd been up all night. He looked more like her Uncle Bobby than he had since he'd come home from the hospital. All she could see, though, was the fact that his wheelchair wasn't empty or full of bullet holes.

She started crying almost immediately and ran over to him, bending down enough so she could hug him tightly. "Uncle Bobby!"

He hugged her back just as tightly. "I'm sorry, Princess," he told her. "I didn't mean it. I would never mean that."

"I know, I don't care," she told him through her sobs. "I don't care. I'm so sorry, Uncle Bobby. I'm so sorry."

He frowned, feeling like her apology was for more than just storming out. "Alright, Princess," he replied. "Everything's alright. Well," he pulled back, a little built of a sheepish look on his face, "as well as we can all be pre-apocalypse."

She laughed slightly. "I guess that's fair," she agreed, straightening up again. She was just so happy to see him. Now all she had to do was stop him dying. She never wanted to come home and see that scene again. Once was enough for a lifetime.

"How about I make us some coffee? Cas thinks the Colt might be the key to stopping Lucifer. We should probably help look for it." She wiped her eyes, trying to push away the thought of the future for the time being. It would hit her when she least expected it, she expected to dream about it when she went to sleep, but she could always deny it until then. "I don't know about you, but I'd trust his knowledge on archangels over mine."

Bobby was relieved that she was fine. He'd been in a state of worry since she'd left with Dean, despite knowing that the Winchester wouldn't let any harm come to her. His words had been harsh, unnecessary and completely false and he'd prayed to whoever was listening that she'd forgive him. He had been one step away for getting Dean to bring her back without letting her know. He had expected more of a fallout.

He frowned as he watched her head into the kitchen. Something must have happened. Something that she was hiding.

He followed her into the kitchen, talking about what he'd found out why she'd been away. He'd talk to Dean about it. Right now he just was happy she was home.

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Alright, folks, don't get your hopes up. Well, if you've made it to the end of this you probably already know not to do that!

I've been working on this episode since my last update - which was like 2 and half years ago. I know. Time got away from me, I lost muse, whatever you want to call it. But I finished it and I wanted to get it up on the website with the rest of the story.

Bright Eyes is still on hiatus. I'm definitely not saying that I'm going to write this. Sorry for all of you new followers/readers. Welcome and sorry. That's what my writing is all about XD

But I did enjoy going back to Amelia. I hope you did too.