Another original chapter! I'm gonna try to get a new chapter out every day or two from now on. This will probably start after Christmas though, because I'm going to visit my family next week for the holidays and won't be back until after Christmas. Please leave a review if you can as it really helps and I'll see you all next chapter!

September 25th, 2008 - Willow Tree Motel

Amy stirred in her sleep as she heard movement from the other bed. Giving up, she opened her eyes, rolling over to see Dean tossing and turning in bed. She couldn't help but notice that Sam was nowhere around. Amy sat up as she spotted Cas sitting at the edge of Dean's bed.

"Cas?" Amy asked sleepily.

The angel ignored her.

Dean sat up a start, breathing heavily as he woke from a nightmare he had clearly been having. He looked up, jumping at the sight of Cas.

"Hello, Dean," Cas greeted. "What were you dreaming about?"

Dean groaned in annoyance. "What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep?" He sighed, putting his feet on the floor. "What do you want?"

"Listen to me," Cas said. "You have to stop it."

"Stop what?" Dean asked.

Instead of responding, Cas put two fingers on Dean's forehead, and the Winchester vanished.

"Where'd he go?" Amy asked, now fully awake.

"You need to go as well," Cas told her as he approached her bed.

"Go? Go where?"

Once again, instead of answering, Castiel put two fingers on her forehead, and Amy's vision went black.

October 12th, 1988 - Lawrence, Kansas

"Hey, kid. Come on wake up," a voice said. "You can't sleep here."

Amy slowly opened her eyes. "Huh? Where am I?"

"Somewhere you shouldn't be," the police officer told her before walking off.

"No, I mean-" Amy began, only to stop when she saw that the officer was too far away to hear her.

Amy sat up on the bench, looking around in confusion. She was outside, in the middle of the day, but hadn't it just been the middle of the night?

'Oh, right,' she thought, rubbing her head, 'time travel.' She sighed as she stood up and pulled out her phone, pushing the button on top to light up the screen. The first thing she noticed was that she had no service. The second thing she noticed was that Dean was nowhere in sight. She pocketed her phone and pulled out her wallet.

'I guess Cas sent us to different time periods. At least he sent me here with my wallet.' Amy looked inside the wallet, counting fifty dollars.

Finally deciding to get up, Amy walked into the diner behind her. She made her way inside, ignoring the stares she got as she sat down at a bar stool next to a couple. She spotted a newspaper nearby on the counter and pulled it closer, reading the date.

"October 12th, 1988," Amy read to herself as she glanced at the headline, which read 'Bonita Granville dies at age 65'. She turned to the couple next to her. "Excuse me?"

The woman looked over at her. "Yes?"

"Could you tell me where I am?" At the woman's questioning look, she added. "Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today, I guess."

"Lawrence, Kansas," the man replied. He extended his hand. "Henry Jones." He pointed to a pregnant woman next to him. "This is my wife, Jessica."

Amy's voice caught in her throat as she stared in shock at the curly-haired man in front of her.

"Amy," she finally said as she shook the man's hand.

"Do we know each other?" Henry asked.

"Oh, uh, no." Amy shook her head. "Sorry, you just look familiar."

"So, what brings you to town, Amy?" Jessica asked.

"Oh, just passing through," Amy replied. "I'm actually heading to, uh, Lebanon." She flagged down a man behind the counter. "Can I get a hot chocolate to go?" she ordered.

"What a coincidence," Henry said with a laugh. "My wife and I are heading to Lebanon as well to visit her family. Maybe we'll run into each other there."

Amy smiled. "Yeah, maybe we will."

"Hopefully we see you again soon," Jessica said as they left the diner. "Bye, Amy."

Amy's hot chocolate was brought over and she stood up, walking out the doors with her drink. It wasn't until she had gotten outside, that reality finally set in.

'Holy crap,' she thought, 'I just met my mom and dad.'

Amy walked down the sidewalk alone, trying to process what had just happened. Maybe she could actually go to Lebanon after all. Get to know them a bit more. She turned a corner, nearly colliding with Castiel.

"Cas?" Amy asked in shock, nearly dropping her drink. "What the hell? Why did you send me here?"

"You need to know."

"Way to be vague," Amy snapped. "I need to know what?"

A passing truck distracted Amy for a moment. When she turned back, Cas was gone.

Amy sighed as she tossed her empty cup into the trash. She needed a car to actually get to Lebanon in the first place, but where would she actually get one? She walked around, until finally spotting a silver Cadillac Seville sitting by itself in the parking lot. Looking around, she made her way over to the car. Mentally thanking the fact that Bobby had taught her how to hotwire, she started the vehicle up before getting in and pulling out of the lot.

Amy drove down the highway, towards Lebanon Kansas. As she drove, she listened to the radio. Songs from Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, and various other artists were playing as she scanned through the stations. She flipped to a different station, only to hear the song 'Never Gonna Give You Up' by Rick Astley playing.

"Oh hell, no," Amy muttered as she turned the radio off. "I am not getting rickrolled in 1988." She sighed as she continued driving in silence.

Lebanon, Kansas

A few hours later, around seven, she reached her destination. Pulling onto the side of the road, she began to contemplate her options. She had no idea if Henry and Jessica were in Lebanon yet, or even where they would be. So, she could either A, drive around until she found them but risk looking like a stalker or B, check into a motel somewhere and just hope that, by coincidence, she happened to run into them somewhere. She decided her best option was to check into a motel somewhere. But first, she wanted to get something to eat. She found a small pizzeria down the road and got out of the car, grabbing her wallet as she did.

Amy entered the small restaurant, sitting down at a vacant booth. Soon after, a waiter came over. After ordering a coke and a small cheese pizza, the waiter left again, leaving Amy with her thoughts. As she waited for her food, she stared out the window. This was the first time she had been in another city and state without Sam, Dean, or Bobby with her. What the hell was she supposed to do out on her own like this?

'Okay, focus, Amy,' she thought, 'it's not like you haven't done this before. Only difference now is Sam, Dean, or Bobby aren't here. You're capable of checking into a motel room by yourself, you can drive, you know how to hunt if needed. You got this. Check into a room for the night and worry about finding Henry and Jessica tomorrow.'

"Amy?" A voice called out from the entrance. Amy looked up to see Henry and Jessica walking towards her.

'Or let them come to you,' Amy thought as she waved at them. "I didn't expect to see you here," she said as they sat down across from her.

"Small world, I guess," Henry said with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess so," Amy agreed as the waiter from earlier brought her a can of coke.

"Can I get you guys anything?" The waiter asked, looking at Henry and Jessica.

"No thank you."

The waiter left again and Henry turned to Amy. "Alright, Amy, my wife and I need a fresh opinion on something."

Amy leaned forward. "What's up?"

"We seem to be in a little bit of a disagreement over whether we're having a boy or a girl."

"I think it's a girl," Jessica told her.

"Whereas I say it's a boy," Henry added. "So, what do you think? We'll call you our tie-breaker. Boy or girl?"

"I say girl," Amy replied with a knowing smile.

Henry groaned in defeat as Jessica leaned across the table and high-fived Amy.

"Come on, you can't help me out just a little bit?" Henry asked.

Amy shook her head. "Nope. In fact, I'm pretty adamant that it's a girl."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Just a hunch," Amy replied.

The waiter brought over Amy's pizza and she took a slice, setting it on a plate. "I'm not gonna eat this whole thing, so if you guys want a slice, feel free to take one," she offered.

"So, now that you're where you were telling us you'd be," Jessica spoke as she took a slice of pizza, "What brings you to Lebanon?"

"I'm looking for someone," Amy replied, thinking up something on the spot.

"Oh yeah?" Henry asked. "Who?"

Amy shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. But I think I'll know once I find them."

"Are you here by yourself?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah." Amy nodded. "I was gonna check into a motel room for the night. Figure out where to go from there."

"Oh no, don't do that. There's a spare room at my parents' place. You can stay there for the night if you want."

"Jessica!" Henry cried out in protest.

"Yeah, I agree with Henry," Amy agreed, "Jessica!"

"Dear, you can't just invite people you don't know to stay at your house."

Jessica switched seats, coming over to sit down next to Amy, who scooted over to let her in. "She's just a kid, Henry," she protested. "I'm not letting her stay in a dingy motel room by herself."

"You don't even know me, though," Amy protested back.

"I feel like I do, though," Jessica admitted. "I can't put my finger on it, but something about you seems extremely familiar."

"You know, now that you mention it," Henry said, "You guys actually look almost identical."

"Really?" Amy asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Yeah," Henry confirmed, "Even now you're both making the exact same confused expression. You two aren't related are you."

'Yes,' Amy thought. "I don't think so, she said.

"Well," Jessica spoke up, interrupting her husband's thoughts, "We were just about to take off. Last chance to take up our offer."

"I-are you sure?" Amy asked. "I mean, I just met you guys."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Jessica insisted, "We insist. As an upcoming mom, I refuse to let you stay in a dingy motel room by yourself?"

"Well," Amy thought for a moment, "I suppose so. Only if you guys are absolutely sure, though."

Henry nodded. "I suppose I'm okay with it."

"Great!" Jessica exclaimed. "Is your car outside?"

"Yeah," Amy pointed out the window, "It's that silver Seville out there."

"Why don't you follow us in your car?" Henry suggested. "It's not far from here."

Amy nodded. "Sounds good."

A few minutes later, the waiter brought over the bill. Amy pulled out ten dollars, setting it on the table before standing up. "I'm ready whenever you guys are."

"Perfect!" Henry beamed. "Let's get going."

Henry, Jessica, and Amy made their way outside.

"Our car is the little black one over there," Henry informed her, pointing out their vehicle. "The house is just a few miles from here."

"Okay," Amy said with a nod as she made her way to her car. She started it up once more and pulled out behind her parents' car.

About twenty minutes later, they reached a white suburban house. Amy parked next to the sidewalk across the street, getting out to meet Henry and Jessica.

"Oh, I should probably warn you about my father," Jessica warned, "it takes him a while to warm up to new people."

"Should I be worried?" Amy asked.

"No, not at all," Jessica assured her, "just giving you a heads up. He can get pretty grumpy at times."

Amy followed her parents to the front door, where Henry rang the doorbell.

A moment later, an old woman opened the door. "Jessie!" she greeted, pulling the pregnant woman into a hug. After a beat, they released and the old woman stepped back. "Who's this?" she asked, noticing Amy.

"I'm Amy," Amy introduced.

"Amy, this is my mother, April," Jessica said, introducing Amy to her grandmother.

Amy smiled as she looked at her grandmother for the first time. Once again, her voice caught in her throat. She wanted to run up and give her grandmother a hug. She wanted, more than anything, to be able to tell them right then and there who she was. But all Amy could do was stare in shock and amazement.

"She's passing through but needed a place to stay for the night," Henry explained. "Jessica here refused to let her stay in a motel room by herself."

"You're here alone?" the old woman repeated, addressing Amy.

Amy nodded.

"Well, I suppose one night couldn't hurt," the woman decided, "it's my husband you'll have to convince, though." She took a good, long look at the three of them. "Well, come on in, guys," April finally said, stepping to the side. "It's cold out there."

Everyone walked into the house and April closed the door behind them. As soon as she stepped inside, Amy felt a cozy feeling wash over her. The house was small, but definitely the perfect size for a couple living on their own. There was a small living room directly ahead of her and a tiny kitchen to the left. Sitting on a white couch, was a thin, balding man, fast asleep.

'And, that must be my grandfather,' Amy thought, as she saw the man. She didn't know what to think when she saw him. The man had a stern but calm type of look on his face. It was a look that made Amy feel both nervous, but also welcome at the same time.

"James," April called out, "Henry, Jessica, and a friend of theirs are here."

"Huh?" James asked, waking with a start. "Oh, Jess, how are you?" he asked, grabbing a cane from next to the couch and pushing himself up.

"Oh, dad, you don't have to get up," Jessica told her father as she led Henry and Amy over. She leaned down, giving him a hug. When she straightened back up again, she gestured to Amy. "This is Amy. I hope it's okay but she needs a place to stay for the night and I didn't want her staying in a motel by herself."

James huffed. "You know how I feel about you bringing strangers into my house, Jessica."

"I know dad, but she's nice, I swear."

"I'll be out of here by tomorrow," Amy promised, although she wasn't sure if she believed it herself.

James huffed again. "Don't break anything," he warned.

"I won't," Amy promised.

James sighed. "As long as April's okay with it, I suppose I am too." He pointed up a flight of stairs. "Spare rooms are upstairs to the right. Bathroom's up there too."

"Thank you, sir." Amy gave the old man a small smile.

"I'll show you to the rooms," Jessica offered. Amy nodded and followed her upstairs.

Jessica opened the door to one of the spare bedrooms. "This should work for you for the night. Henry and I will be in the room next door."

"Jessica? Can I ask you something?" Amy asked.

Jessica nodded.

"Why are you being so nice and so trusting towards me? I haven't even known you for a day."

"I feel like I know you," Jessica repeated from earlier. "Something about you makes me want to trust you. I know I probably shouldn't but you just have this innocent look about you that tells me I should."

Amy smiled slightly at that.

"I'll leave you to get settled," Jess told her. "Come on downstairs when you're done. My mother makes the best lemon meringue pie when guests come over."

"Mmm! That's my favorite," Amy said, closing her eyes at the thought of the taste.

"Mine too!" Jess exclaimed. With that, she left the room, leaving Amy alone.

Amy looked around the room. There was a small, twin-sized bed pushed against the wall, with blue sheets set up on it. Across from the bed was a small fireplace in the wall and next to that was a brown wicker chair. Spotting some picture frames on the mantle above the fireplace, Amy made her way over to get a better look at them.

Resting on the mantle were six picture frames. Amy picked one up to examine it. The picture was of a red-headed little girl, wearing a purple dress and a pair of blue sunglasses shaped like hearts. Amy smiled slightly as she put the picture down and picked up another. This one was of the same girl from the last picture and a brown-haired girl, hugging each other as they grinned ear to ear.

As Amy looked at the pictures one by one, she found a familiar tune coming back to her mind. A song she had stuck in her head a lot as a child. She had never known where she had heard it and Google had never been any help either, but it was a song that somehow made her feel at home.

"You'll never know how I wanted just to comfort you," Amy began to sing quietly to herself. "You'll never know how I hurt inside the way you do. It was so hard to watch you suffer in that way. I felt so helpless, so I'm begging you please let me stay. Want you to know how I'll try to ease the pain for you. Need you to understand that I'll be around when you feel blue. It will be easy, for help is never far away. I'll wipe away your tears. Show you beauty in each passing day."

"Where did you hear that?" a voice asked from behind her. Amy turned around to see Jessica standing in the doorway.

"Oh, uh, I don't know," Amy admitted. "But I used to get it stuck in my head all the time growing up. Something about it seems familiar but I never knew where I first heard it. It would just get stuck in my head from time to time."

Jessica stepped into the room. "That's a song someone wrote for my mother when she was younger," she said. "She used to sing it to me all the time when I was a kid."

'Crap.'

"Oh, really?" Amy asked. 'Please don't be suspicious, please don't be suspicious, please don't-'

"Who are you?"

Amy shook her head. "I'm nobody."

Without warning, Jessica grabbed her arm. "Who. Are. You?" she asked, each word harsher than the last.

"Okay, okay!" Amy exclaimed. "I'll tell you."

Jessica released her arm and Amy sighed, walking over to sit on the bed.

"Well?" Jessica asked.

"You're never going to believe me," Amy started.

"Try me," Jessica said, crossing her arms.

Amy took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, first off, I'm a hunter, like you."

"How did you-?"

Amy interrupted by pointing at the charm bracelet, decorated with protection symbols, around Jessica's wrist. "I noticed it at the restaurant earlier."

"Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"I didn't know if Henry knew," Amy replied. "And I know this type of job isn't exactly something you go around telling people about."

Jessica nodded. "Okay. That still doesn't explain how you knew that song?"

"This is where the "you're never going to believe me" bit comes in," Amy began.

"The two of us apparently both have a career hunting monsters," Jessica reminded her. "Try me."

Amy took a deep breath. "Okay." She fiddled with her thumbs, trying to come up with the words. "Since you're a hunter of the supernatural, do you believe in things like angels and demons?"

Jessica nodded. "I suppose so."

"Well...I'm not exactly from around here," Amy continued. "An angel named Castiel sent me back... from the future."

"I don't believe you," Jessica decided.

"I told you, you wouldn't." Amy stood back up. "But it's true. I'm from the year 2008."

"Prove it," Jessica demanded. "Tell me something that will happen tomorrow."

Amy racked her brain, trying to think of something she could tell Jessica, when she suddenly remembered that she didn't have to. "I don't have to," she said as she pulled out her phone. It was an iphone, manufactured in 2007.

"What is that?" Jessica asked, looking at the device.

"It's a cell-phone," Amy told her. "It was built in 2007."

Jessica held out a hand. "Can I-"

"I don't see why not?" Amy shrugged, handing the phone over. When Jessica had a hold of the phone, she pushed the top button, making the screen light up.

"What the?!" Jessica exclaimed, nearly dropping the device.

"Sorry," Amy said. "It's a smartphone. You can call people, send mail, browse the internet, and play games all from this device," she explained.

"That is-" Jessica gasped in astonishment as she handed the phone back. "You really are from the future."

Amy nodded. "Only problem is, I have no idea why I'm in 1988."

"Well, what did this Castiel guy say when he sent you here?"

"Cas is pretty vague in his answers." Amy rubbed the back of her neck. "The only thing he said was "you need to know," whatever that means."

"Maybe there's some information you need to find out?" Jessica suggested.

Amy shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know what that could be, though."

"Like you said earlier, in the diner, I'm sure you'll know when you find it."

"You're probably right." The smell of lemon meringue pie drifted in through the open door.

"Mmm! Lemon meringue!" Amy and Jessica exclaimed at the same time. Casting a look at eachother, they broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Come on, let's go grab a slice," Jessica said as she walked out of the room, Amy following behind.

After grabbing a slice of pie, Amy sat down in the living room with everyone else.

"So, Amy, tell us," April said, sitting down next to James, "where are you from?"

"I live in Sioux Falls at the moment with my uncle," Amy replied, "but I grew up in LA."

"Where are your parents?" April asked.

"Oh, uh," Amy cast a glance at Henry and Jessica. "I never knew them," she admitted. "They died when I was a baby."

"Oh, you poor thing!" Jessica exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Amy.

"I mean, it's okay, really. I've learned to accept it," Amy assured her mother. "Besides, I ended up getting a family that really cares about me a couple years ago, so I'd say everything worked out pretty well."

"Your uncle," James spoke up, "how come you just moved in with him?"

"Well, technically speaking, he's not really my uncle, I just call him that sometimes," Amy explained. "But a couple years ago, Bobby kinda took me in, let me live with him. It's not much, but it's home."

"Do you like it there?" Henry asked.

Amy nodded. "Yeah."

"Hey, Henry, could I talk to you for a moment?" Jessica asked, standing up.

Henry followed his wife out of the room and Amy ate her pie in silence. She could hear them talking in the other room, casting an occasional glance at her. After a few minutes, they came back in.

"Hey, uh, Amy," Henry said, "Jess and I wanted to ask you something really quick in the other room."

"Sure!" Amy stood up, taking her pie with her. She followed Jess and Henry back into the other room. "What's going on?"

"Jess here says you're from the future," Henry told her. "Is that true?"

Amy cast Jess a glance before answering. "Yeah, it is."

"But there's something else, isn't there?" Jessica said. "Something you're not telling us. I can see it in your eyes whenever you look at us."

Amy stayed silent, bringing her eyes to the floor.

"There is, isn't there?" Henry asked.

Amy nodded. She couldn't bring herself to lie to Jessica and Henry. Sure, they didn't raise her, but they did bring her into the world.

"Do you-do you remember back at the restaurant when I said I was adamant that your baby would be a girl?" she asked.

Henry and Jess nodded.

"Well, the truth is, I'm 100% certain that she's going to be a girl."

"How could you possibly know that?" Henry questioned.

Amy took a deep breath, trying to figure out exactly how she was going to word what she was about to say. "The same way I know that she'll have wavy, brown hair and brown eyes. The same way I know that she'll grow up loving to swim in the summer and read in the library where she grows up all the other times."

Tears began to well up in Amy's eyes. "The same way I know that she has this voice of a woman that's not her singing a song that she knows by heart now. A song that she sings to herself when she gets scared or lonely or sad. I know the same way I know that she'll spend so much time in a library growing up, surrounded by hundreds of books, that she'll be able to read and write by the time she's four. I know that when she's six, she'll walk into first grade reading a book meant for someone in a higher grade than she is, but she'll love every word of it."

"The same way that," Amy paused, rubbing her eyes, "the same way that I know that even though she never knew them, she misses her parents every day. And that she wishes she could have gotten a chance to know them, even if it meant having to go back in time."

At those words, Jessica gasped. "You mean?"

Amy nodded, sniffling as tears continued running down her face. "My name is Amelia Jones. I'm your daughter, from the future."

Jessica didn't say a word. Instead, she slowly approached, resting a hand on Amy's cheek as she studied her face. "Henry, remember earlier when you said we looked alike?"

"Yeah."

"I can see it now." Jessica smiled as she pulled Amy into a hug. Amy began to weep as she hugged her mother.

Jessica suddenly pulled away. "Oh my god. I just realized why you looked so familiar." She took off, out of the room, and up the stairs.

Henry slowly approached, eyeing Amy curiously. "Are you really-?"

Amy nodded and Jessica came back down, holding a picture frame.

"This is a picture of my grandmother as a kid," Jessica told Amy as she showed her the picture.

Amy took the picture, getting a good look at it. The woman in the picture looked almost identical to Amy, with the only difference being that the woman had bangs that hung down over her eyes and she wore glasses.

"She looks just like you," Jess said.

Amy handed back the picture and Jess set it on a table next to her. It was then that Amy's parents both pulled her into a group hug.

"Hi mom," Amy said through tears, "Hi dad."

"Wait," Henry suddenly said, pulling away, "We didn't get a chance to watch you grow up, did we?"

Amy shook her head. "You were both killed when I was a baby. I grew up in an orphanage."

"I'm so sorry, Amy," Jess whispered.

Amy gave a small smile. "Hey, at least I finally got to meet you guys, though."

"How did it happen?" Henry asked.

"Henry!" Jess exclaimed.

"No, it's okay," Amy assured her. "Does he, you know-?"

Jess seemed to understand what she was implying because she nodded. "Yeah, he knows what I do."

"You're a hunter, too?" Henry asked.

Amy nodded. "Bobby, Sam, and Dean, the guys I live with, are hunters. When they took me in a couple years ago, they taught me how to hunt as well."

"My daughter is hunting monsters," Henry said, almost in realization.

Amy nodded. "But, um, when I was a few months old, a demon came into the house and killed you both."

"But how did you get out?" Jess asked.

"I, uh, I ended up somewhere else, somewhere far away?"

"Where?" Henry asked.

Amy sighed. "Well, I've already told you I'm your daughter from the future. How much crazier can I get, right?" She chuckled a little before replying. "I ended up in an alternate universe, in the year 1998."

"Excuse me, what?" Henry asked.

"Yeah," Amy nodded. "An archangel I know showed me. Apparently, dad, the demon threw you backwards while you were holding me and you accidentally let go of me as you flew back. This...portal type thing opened up and I fell into it. I lived in that world for seventeen years before I woke up back here one day. It wasn't until that happened that I started to learn when and where I had actually come from."

"That is-"

"Incredible," Jess finished her husband's thought.

"That's not all, though," Amy continued. "There's something else you guys should know. Something happened when I fell through that portal."

"What happened?"

"I think it would be easier if I just showed you," Amy said. She focused on a nearby rocking chair, willing it to rock back and forth.

"What the hell?" Henry asked as he looked at his wife's pregnant belly.

"Yeah," Amy said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm not entirely, 100% sure, but I think I got these powers when I was a baby and, well you know."

"That is incredible," Jess repeated.

"I'm so sorry we weren't there to watch you grow up, Amelia," Henry told her.

Amy smiled. "I'm just glad I got to meet you guys. Just, do me a favor, okay?"

Jess and Henry nodded.

"Be careful."

Without answering, Jess and Henry pulled her into another hug.

September 25th, 2008 - Willow Tree Motel

Amy pulled away from the hug to find that she was now hugging a pillow. She looked around to find herself back in the motel with Sam and Dean. Back in 2008. She wiped tears from her eyes, but it was no use. The tears kept coming. She looked in the bed next to her to find it empty. Dean must have gone off to fetch Sam.

Knowing she was alone, Amy began to bawl her eyes out. She lay down on her side, crying into the pillow that she had found herself hugging only moments earlier.

"Gabe?" she whispered. "Where are you? I really need you right now."

A flutter of wings indicated the archangel's presence. As soon as he saw Amy, his face fell and he rushed over.

"Are you okay?" Gabe asked.

Amy started to nod, but quickly changed to shaking her head. "I just really need someone right now."

"What happened?"

"Cas," Amy told the archangel. "He sent Dean back in time and then decided to do the same to me."

"What?" Gabe asked.

Amy nodded. "Cas sent me back to 1988 alone." She looked the archangel in the face. "Gabe, I met my parents."

Without a word, Gabriel pulled Amy into a tight hug. "Are you okay?" he repeated.

"No," Amy cried.

"Where are Sam and Dean right now?" Gabe asked.

"Sam wasn't here before Cas sent us back, and Dean wasn't when I woke up back here. I think Dean went to go find Sam."

"I'll stay as long as I can," Gabe promised.

"Thank you," Amy whispered.

Gabe lay down on the bed next to hers, flipping on the TV. Amy watched for a minute, before standing up. Gabriel watched her as she made her way to the other bed. Without saying a word, Amy curled up on the bed, resting her head on the archangel's shoulder as she drifted off to sleep.