December 5th, 2009 - Sioux Falls

Amy woke up the next morning. They had finally come face to face with Lucifer a couple of nights earlier. Ellen and Jo were both still alive, but Amy had almost lost her own life that night. Everyone had lived that night, but Amy had a scar running down her side where a hellhound had attacked her. The Colt hadn't worked, just like Amy knew it wouldn't, but she didn't dare tell Sam or Dean that. They'd only get upset at her for almost dying for nothing that night when they could have just avoided it all.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby were in the study when Amy walked downstairs. Jo and Ellen had already left and gone back home the day before.

"Hey, kiddo," Dean said, looking up. "You ready to go?"

"Go?" Amy asked. She had to think for a moment, before suddenly remembering what Dean had offered to do the other day. "Oh, right! Yeah, I gotta pack real quick, and then I'll be all set."

Dean gave her a small nod. "Alright. We can leave here as soon as you're ready."

"I think I'll eat first and then go pack," Amy decided. She walked into the kitchen and poured out a bowl of cereal before sitting down at the kitchen table to eat.

She quickly ate her breakfast and put her bowl in the sink. "I'll be right back," she announced. She headed upstairs, taking two at a time.


Amy quickly threw some clothes into her duffle bag, along with anything else she might need, and headed back down.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Let's go, then."

"See you later, Bobby," Sam said.

Amy followed the Winchesters out to the Impala. Dean popped open the trunk, and they placed their bags inside. He closed the lid, and they climbed into the car.

Amy put her feet up on the seat as Dean pulled away from Bobby's house. "How far is Lebanon from here?"

"About five to six hours," Sam replied. "We should get there by this evening if we don't make any stops."

Amy nodded. She leaned back against the door as Dean drove down the road.


Lebanon, Kansas

They reached Lebanon around five that evening. Sam checked them into a room while Amy and Dean waited with the bags.

"So, how do you feel about all this, kid?" Dean asked.

"Nervous?" Amy guessed. "Excited? Both? I honestly don't know."

"You think they'll recognize you?"

Amy shook her head. "Maybe vaguely, but I doubt it. It's been twenty years for them since I met them but only a year for me. I told my parents who I was that night, but I don't know if they told my grandparents."

"What are their names?"

"April and James," Amy recalled. "They live down the street from this little pizza place that I went to that night."

"Well, I'm sure we can find that easily then."

Sam came back outside, waving the room key in the air.

"Let's go."

Amy picked up her bag while Dean grabbed his and Sam's. They followed Sam up to the room and headed inside. Amy dropped her duffle on the far bed and turned back to Sam and Dean, sitting down on the mattress.

Dean checked his watch. "Well, it's probably a little too late to go see your grandparents today," he said. "Why don't we go get something to eat for dinner, stay here tonight, and then we can go over tomorrow morning?"

Amy nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"I saw a diner not far from here when we were driving," Sam recalled.

Dean nodded. "Sounds good." He picked the car keys back up. "Who's hungry?"

Amy raised a hand as she stood up from the bed. "Me."

The Winchesters and Amy headed back out to the Impala and got in.

Dean pulled out of the parking lot and drove in the direction Sam directed him in.

They pulled up to a small diner just down the street. Dean parked in front of the building, and they headed in.


The inside of the diner was smaller than it looked on the inside. There was a large pizza oven behind the counter and barstools in front of it. Red leather booths lined the walls, and small tables sat arranged in the middle of the room.

Dean led them over to one of the booths, and they sat down. A waiter came over, holding three menus. He placed them in the middle of the table and pulled out a notepad.

"Welcome to Della's Diner," the waiter greeted. "My name is Dave, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I get you guys started with anything to drink?"

"I'll take a beer," Dean ordered.

"Water for me, thanks."

"I'll take a coke," Amy said.

Dave flashed them a smile. "I'll get those right out to you." He turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Amy looked around. "You know," she said, "I think this is the restaurant I went to in 1988. It hasn't changed a bit."

"So that means we're staying not too far away from your grandparents, right?" Dean asked.

Amy nodded. "If this is the same restaurant."

Dave came back with their drinks and set them on the table. He pulled his notepad back out. "Are you guys ready to order, or do you need more time?"

"I think we're ready," Amy said. "I'll have a cheeseburger, no onions, please."

"I'll take a cheeseburger as well," Dean ordered.

"Just a salad for me, thanks," Sam said.

Dave wrote down their orders and flashed them another smile. "Those will be ready for you in just a bit."

The waiter walked away again. Amy watched him disappear into the kitchen, before turning back to Sam and Dean.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," she said with a grin.

"You seem excited," Sam commented.

"Excited?" Amy echoed. "To meet members of my family who I recently found out was still alive?" She put on an unamused face. "No, Sam, I'm devastated. We should probably leave now."

"Well, if you insist," Dean said jokingly, pretending to stand up.

Amy laughed in amusement and shook her head.

Sam, Dean, and Amy continued talking until Dave brought their food out. Amy reached over and stole a french fry off of Dean's plate.

"Dude!" Dean protested. "You've got fries on your plate, eat your own!"

"Yeah, but fries you steal from other people always taste better," Amy argued as she ate the fry.

Dean rolled his eyes. Amy noticed him eyeing her fries and picked up a knife, holding the blade towards the table. "I won't hesitate," she threatened.

"So, you can take my fries, but I can't take yours?" Dean asked.

Amy sighed. "You can have one."

Dean reached over and picked up two fries that were stuck together.

"I said one!"

"They were stuck together," Dean defended. "That counts as one."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

Sam rolled his eyes. "The way you two act sometimes, if I wasn't Dean's actual brother and didn't know Amy, I'd think you two were actual brother and sister."

Amy stuck out her tongue at Sam.


They got back to the motel around eight. Amy took a quick shower, not bothering to brush her hair afterward. She slipped into some more comfortable clothes and headed back out of the bathroom.

"Did you curl your hair or something?"

Amy shook her head. "My hair curls a bit when I take a shower," she explained. "I just haven't brushed it yet."

Amy laid on her stomach on the bed and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels until she landed on something that seemed mildly interesting.

"What are you watching?" Dean asked, walking over.

"I have no idea," Amy admitted. "But it's the only thing on right now."

"Hmm." Dean stood by the bed for a moment, before sitting down next to her.

They watched TV for a couple more hours while Sam worked on something on his laptop. Eventually, Amy began to get tired. She turned the TV back off and sat up, stretching her arms.

"I'm gonna head to bed," she said. "Night, guys."

"Night, Ames."


December 6th, 2009

Amy woke up the next morning around 9 a.m. Dean was sitting at the table, talking to someone on his phone as she climbed out of her bed. Sam sat next to him, doing something on his laptop, just like he had the night before.

"Everything okay?" she asked as Dean ended the call.

"Yeah," Dean said. "That was just Ellen calling to make sure you were okay." He placed his phone on the table and picked up a paper bag on the table. "Got you a bagel from down the street. Eat up, and then we'll head over to meet your grandparents."

Amy nodded in agreement, and Dean tossed over the bag. She pulled out the bagel and turned the TV on as she ate.

After eating, Amy headed into the bathroom to quickly get dressed and run a brush through her hair. She pulled on her shoes and headed back out to Sam and Dean.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked.

Amy nodded. "Ready."

"Why don't you guys go without me?" Sam asked.

Amy and Dean exchanged a glance.

"You don't wanna come with?" Amy asked.

Sam shook his head. "You guys go. I don't mind."

Amy glanced back over at Dean. He stared at his brother for a moment, before sighing and picking up the keys. "If you insist. Let's go, Ames."

Dean led Amy down to the Impala. She slid into the passenger seat, and Dean pulled out of the parking lot and began driving in the direction of the diner they had eaten the night before.

"You said it's down the street from a pizza place, right?"

Amy watched the buildings pass by her window. "Yeah, it is. It's this white, two-story, suburban house." She turned to Dean. "I'll know it when I see it."

Dean nodded and turned his and turned his attention back to the road. Amy turned hers back out the passenger side window.


About ten minutes later, Amy spotted a house that looked very familiar. She pointed at it and turned to Dean. "That's it!"

"You sure?"

"I'm pretty sure, yeah," Amy confirmed. "I recognize it pretty clearly."

Dean pulled the Impala against the curb and turned off the engine.

"I think you should do this yourself," Dean said. "I'll wait in the car for you. Just come get me if you need anything."

Amy nodded. "Okay." She got out of the car and turned to the house.

The house was just like Amy remembered, with a bit more age showing on the wooden porch steps and walls.

Amy took another deep breath and made her way down the pathway. She walked up the porch steps, stopping just before the front door. Raising a hesitant hand, she pushed the doorbell.

'No going back now,' she thought.

The door opened up, and an elderly woman appeared in the doorway.

Amy felt her voice catch in her throat. The woman looked exactly as she remembered, with a few differences. Her face was more wrinkled and the brown, curly hair that Amy remembered from that night was now gray and straighter.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked.

Amy shook herself out of her thoughts. "Are you April?" she asked.

The woman nodded. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Um..." Amy trailed off, hesitating slightly. "This is gonna sound weird, and I know you probably won't believe me, but my name is Amelia Jones. My parents were Jessica and Henry. I'm your granddaughter."

April stared at her for a moment, eyes glaring. "This isn't funny," she said. "Don't come back here again."

The door began to close, but Amy quickly stepped forward. "I was born on January 18th, 1989," she explained quickly. "When I was only a few months old, my parents were killed by a demon, but I survived."

Amy paused briefly before continuing. "I've met you guys before," she admitted.

April looked Amy up and down. As she did, a hint of realization seemed to show on her face. "I have met you before," she said. "About twenty years ago. You came here with my daughter and husband one night."

Amy nodded. "That's right."

"You look exactly the same."

Amy sighed. "Yeah. Uh, time travel. An angel named Castiel had sent me back to that year. For me, it's only been a year or so since I met you guys for the first time."

April stepped out of the house, closing the door behind her. She looked Amy up and down, studying her.

Finally, to Amy's surprise, April let out a shaky breath and pulled her into a hug. "I thought you died like your parents," she whispered. "How on earth did you survive?"

"I'm not entirely sure, to be honest," Amy said. She didn't feel like it would be a good idea to tell her grandmother that she survived because she had been sent to another world. "All I really know if I grew up in an orphanage and lived there until a few years ago." She took a breath. "I didn't actually know you were alive until very recently."

April suddenly gasped. "Where are my manners? Would you like to come inside and warm up?"

"If that's alright," Amy began.

"Of course, it's alright! Come on in." Amy's grandmother stepped aside and let her into the house.

Amy stepped inside the house. There was a living room directly in front of her, and a small kitchen to the left. A bald man was sitting on the white couch, watching the TV. He turned around as April closed the door, eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

"April?" the man asked. "Who is this? And why does she look a little bit like Jessie?"

April took Amy by the arm and pulled her up so that Amy was standing between her grandparents. "This is Amelia. She's Jessica and Henry's daughter. Our granddaughter."

"Granddaughter?" the man asked.

Amy was struggling to remember her grandfather's name. She had just told Sam and Dean what it was the other day, but now she couldn't seem to remember what it was.

Amy's silent question was answered when her grandmother spoke again. "Yes, James. This is Jessica and Henry's daughter."

James eyed Amy carefully before standing up, using a cane to prop himself up, and slowly coming towards her. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" he asked.

Amy thought for a moment. "I know a song that my mother used to sing to me when I was a baby. I had it stuck in my head for the longest time, but I never knew where I heard it from." She turned to her grandmother. "When I got sent back in time, I was singing it upstairs, and my mother heard it. She told me that it was a song that someone wrote for you."

"Back in time?" James asked.

"I'll explain later, James," April said.

"Anyway," Amy continued, "my mom said you used to sing it to her when she was a kid."

"Well, go on," James said with a huff. "Let's hear it."

Amy let out a shaky breath before quietly singing the words she had heard in her head for so many years. "You'll never know how I hurt inside the way you do," she began. "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."

Next to her, Amy's grandmother let out a shaky breath. "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 the beauty in each passing day," April finished. She smiled. "My mother never actually finished that song. I only ever knew the first verse of it."

"Those few lines are the only ones that I actually remember," Amy admitted.

"You really are our granddaughter," James said breathlessly. "But how?"

Amy opened her mouth to answer, only to be interrupted by her cell-phone ringing. "Sorry," she said, quickly looking at the caller ID. "It's my brother."

Amy answered the call, putting the phone to her ear. "Hey, Dean, what's up?"

"Hey," Dean began, "everything going okay in there?"

Amy smiled. "Yeah, everything's actually going great!"

"Awesome. So, do they believe you? That you're their granddaughter, I mean?"

"It took some convincing, but yeah, I think they do." Amy began walking around while she talked. "Are you still gonna wait in the car? 'Cause I can finish up in here if you are."

"No, no, it's fine," Dean said. "Take your time, really. You deserve it, kid."

Amy smiled again. "Okay. I don't think I'll be much longer anyway. See you in a bit." She hung up the call and walked back over to her grandparents. "Sorry about that. That was my older brother."

April frowned. "Jessie never had any other kids."

Amy quickly shook her head. "Not my biological brother," she clarified. "And not even technically my brother, but Sam and Dean tell people I'm their sister and I tell people they're my brothers. They're my family and sometimes it's just easier to say we're siblings."

"Sam and Dean?" James asked.

Amy nodded. "Winchester. I met them a few years ago, when I was seventeen and I've lived with them ever since."

"Winchester?" James asked. "John's boys?"

Amy stared in shock at her grandfather. "Uh, yeah. Wait, you know them?"

James nodded. "I met John about ten years ago. How's he doing these days?"

"He actually died before I even met Sam and Dean," Amy confessed. "He was killed by a demon."

April let out a small gasp. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Are you a hunter, Amy?" James asked.

Amy nodded. "I am, yeah. I've been hunting with Sam and Dean for a few years."

April frowned. "I know I just met you, but I don't know how I feel about my own granddaughter hunting monsters."

"Nonsense, April," James huffed. "She's not a kid and I say she can handle herself pretty damn well."

Amy smiled for a moment. She decided not to tell her grandparents about the recent events that had transpired. "I should, um, I should probably get going now." She pointed to the front door. "Like I said, Dean's waiting out in the car. I just really wanted to meet you guys finally."

"Before you go," April said quickly, heading towards the kitchen and gesturing for Amy to follow her. "Let me give you our number. That way you have it, and you can call if you ever just wanna talk or anything."

"Are you sure?" Amy asked, following her grandmother.

"Of course, I'm sure!" April took out a notepad and pen. She scribbled down a number and tore the paper off, before handing it to Amy. "There you go. We'd love to hear from you. Seems we've got almost twenty-one years to catch up on."

Amy walked with April back to the living room. "I'll be sure to call as often as I can," she promised. "I'm really glad I finally got to meet you guys."

James hobbled closer to them on his cane. "Don't be a stranger now, you hear?"

"I won't," Amy said.

April walked Amy to the front door, before turning to her one more time. "You look exactly like your mother did when she was around your age," she said softly. A tear began to roll down her cheek. "You even have that same soft look in your eyes as her."

"What was my mom like?" Amy asked.

April smiled. "She was one of the nicest people you ever met. She cared about so many people, and she wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed in. You remind me of that in so many ways."

Amy turned her gaze to the ground. "I wish I had gotten a chance to know her," she said.

"Me too," April said softly. "She was taken too soon. I think you two would have had a great mother-daughter relationship."

There was a long pause as no one spoke.

"I won't keep you any longer," April finally said, opening the front door. "I know you have to get back to your family. If you're ever in Lebanon again, don't be afraid to stop by, okay? Maybe we could get to know you a bit better."

Amy gave her grandmother a smile and nodded. "I'd like that." She stepped out of the house, and turned back to her grandparents. "I know I already said this, but I'm glad I finally got to meet you guys."

"Come back soon," April said. "And don't forget to call."

Amy gave her grandparents a small wave and turned away from the door. She made her way down to the Impala and climbed in.

Dean was listening to a Led Zepplin tape in the car. He turned down the music as Amy got in and turned to her. "How'd it go?"

Amy took a brief pause before answering. "It went pretty well," she said with a smile. "My grandma gave me their phone number and said if I was ever in Lebanon again, I should stop by again so they can get to know me better."

Dean nodded. "I'm really happy for you, Ames."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Dean promised. "You deserve this."

"Is Sam still at the motel?" Amy asked.

Dean began driving away from the house. "Yeah, actually, we gotta go pick him up. Bobby called while you were inside. Apparently something's happening at a psychiatric hospital in Ketchum, Oklahoma. It's only a six-hour drive from here."

Amy nodded. "Sounds good. Did Bobby say exactly what was happening at that hospital?"

"Apparently some of the patients have been mysteriously dying," Dean explained. "The doctors are ruling it as suicides but Bobby and I think there's more at stake here."

"Any ideas on what?"

Dean shook his head. "Nothing yet. We're thinking of posing as patients there."

"Hmm." Amy shrugged. "Alright, then."

Dean turned down another street. "So, how much did you tell your grandparents? To get them to believe you, I mean."

"Oh, um, there's this song that I knew from when I was living at the orphanage," Amy admitted.

"Okay," Dean said, clearly confused.

Amy nodded. "Anyway, when Cas sent us back to different times that one day, I was quietly singing the song, and my mom overheard. Turns out my grandma's mom wrote part of it for my grandma, and my mom used to sing it to me all the time when I was a baby."

"Hmm." Dean nodded slowly. "Can I hear it."

Amy faked a laugh. "You're funny, Winchester. Not gonna happen."

Dean chuckled. "Maybe one of these days."

"Oh!" Amy exclaimed. "I almost forgot. Turns out, my grandpa knew your dad."

"He what?" Dean asked in shock.

"Yeah," Amy confirmed. "When you called earlier, I told them who I was talking to, and my grandpa said he met your dad about ten years ago."

"What the hell?" Dean asked.

"That's pretty much what I was thinking."

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel and turned off the engine. "Come on, let's get inside."

Amy followed Dean out of the Impala and up to the motel room. Sam was sitting on his laptop when they stepped into the room.

"Hey," Sam greeted. "Everything go okay?"

Amy nodded. "Everything went great!"

"You ready to go?" Dean asked his brother.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Amy made sure her stuff was packed in her bag, placing her grandparents' phone number on top, and zipped it closed. "I'm ready, too."

"Let's get going, then."

Amy slung the strap of her bag over her shoulder and followed Sam and Dean back out to the car. She tossed her bag into the trunk next to theirs and climbed into the back.

Dean started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Amy yawned as he drove down the road. She laid down across the seat and closed her eyes, listening to the purr of the engine as she drifted off to sleep.