January 17th, 2010 - Georgetown, South Carolina

Amy woke with a start one night when Dean shot up in bed, breathing heavily. She flicked on the light and glanced at the clock to see that it was just after three in the morning.

"Dean?" Amy asked sleepily. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I, uh," Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder, "-dude, wake up." He sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Sam groaned as he rolled over. "Dean?" he mumbled. "What is it?"

"Anna came to me," Dean explained. "Gave me an address, told me to meet her there."

"Anna?" Amy repeated, sitting up. "Should we call Cas?"

Dean shook his head. "We don't need him for this.'

"Dean, I think Amy's got a point," Sam spoke. "It's been a year since we saw Anna. There's no telling whose side she's on."

"Over a year," Amy corrected.

"Fine," Dean agreed. "I'll let him know what's going on. We're leaving as soon as I hit the head."

Amy groaned as Dean headed into the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before reaching down to pull on her shoes.


Ten minutes later, Cas appeared in the room. He had various ingredients and a couple ceramic jars of holy oil in his arms.

"Cas?" Dean asked. He had the keys to the Impala in his hands, ready to leave the motel. "I told you to meet us at the address."

"I went alone," Cas told them. "Found out what Anna was planning." He set the ingredients and jars down around a circular-shaped table.

"And that is?" Dean asked, pushing Cas for a little emphasis.

"She wants to go back in time and kill your parents before either of you are born," Cas stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He pulled out a piece of chalk and began drawing a symbol on the table. "I need to figure out where she's going."

Amy sat on one of the beds, tapping her foot nervously, while Sam sat on the other.

Dean began pacing around the room. "Really? Anna?" he questioned. "I don't believe it."

"It's true." Cas continued drawing the symbol.

"So she's gone all Glenn Close, huh?" Dean asked. "That's awesome."

Cas straightened up, confused. "Who's Glenn Close?"

"No one, Cas," Amy said. "Just-"

"This psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits," Dean finished as he walked closer to Sam.

"So the plan to kill me, would it actually stop Satan?" Sam asked.

"Sam!" Amy cried out in shock.

"Come on, man," Dean said in disbelief.

Sam glanced at Dean and Amy, then turned his attention back to Cas. "Cas, what do you think?" he asked the angel. "Does Anna have a point?"

Dean and Amy glanced over to Cas. Cas glanced at the two of them, then turned back to Sam. "No. She's, uh, Glenn Close."

Amy couldn't help but laugh. "Cas, you're adorable," she said.

Sam lowered his gaze.

Dean walked closer to Cas. "I don't get it. We're looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam?" He spread his arms out. "Why poke the bear?"

"Anna will keep trying. She won't give up until Sam is dead." Cas glanced up at Dean. "So we kill her first." He poured some oil into a bowl. "Zod ah ma ra la ee est la gi ro sa."

Red flames shot out of the bowl. Amy watched as Cas took a step away from the table and leaned on the back of a chair. She moved to help him as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

Finally, Cas opened his eyes. "I've found her."

"Where is she?" Dean asked.

"Not where," Cas corrected. "When." He straightened back up. "It's 1978."

"Come again?" Amy asked.

Sam stood up, joining Dean and Amy. "Why 1978? I wasn't even born yet."

"You won't be if she kills your parents."

"What?" Sam asked.

Cas walked up to Sam and Dean. "Anna can't get to you because of me. So she's going after them."

"Take us back right now," Dean demanded, his eyes cold.

"And deliver you right to Anna?" Cas countered. "I should go alone."

"They're our parents. Cas, we're going."

"It's not that easy." Cas turned and walked a few steps away.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Time travel was difficult, even with the powers of heaven at my disposal."

"But now you're cut off," Amy added.

"So, what, you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?" Dean asked.

"I don't understand that reference. But I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers no less-" Cas shook his head, "-it'll weaken me.

Dean walked up to the angel. "They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna... I mean, if we can set things right, we have to try."

"I'll stay here," Amy volunteered.

"What?" Dean asked.

"You heard what Cas said," Amy said, standing up. "Taking you two with him will weaken him. There's no point in me going too and making him worse. Besides, John and Mary are your guys' parents, not mine." She glanced back and forth between Sam and Dean. "You two go. I'll stay here."

Cas nodded. "We need to be prepared," he told Sam and Dean.

Dean grabbed his duffle bag. He opened it up and put it on the bed. "Put everything we need in here," he told Cas.

Amy helped pack for the trip. She handed Cas one of the ceramic jars as he put his angel blade into the bag.

Once everything was packed up, Cas picked up the duffle bag and turned to face Sam and Dean. "Ready?"

Sam took the bag from the angel and swung it over his shoulder. "Not really," he admitted.

"Bend your knees," Dean offered helpfully.

"And don't die," Amy added. She walked closer to them. "Seriously, guys, I mean it."

Cas placed two fingers on Sam and Dean's foreheads. In the blink of an eye, they were gone, leaving Amy alone in the empty motel room.

Amy glanced at the clock. It was just after three-thirty in the morning, and she was still tired. She flopped back down on the bed and closed her eyes, falling back asleep.


Amy woke up around ten to find Sam, Dean, and Cas still gone. She got out of bed, yawning as she made her way over to her duffle bag.

After getting dressed, Amy grabbed her wallet and the room key and headed outside. She began walking down the sidewalk to a diner she had seen the other day.

She wondered how Sam and Dean were doing over thirty years in the past. She knew they'd beat Anna and save the day, like always, but she still worried about them. Michael would be there, that she knew, but was Lucifer? She hoped not, but she couldn't quite remember.

Amy sighed. And then, of course, Dean would warn his mother about the night of November second, 1983, but Mary wouldn't remember.

If she was right, it was almost time for the showdown with Lucifer. It was just a few months away at this point. The more Amy thought about it, the more nervous she got. What if something went wrong? What if things didn't turn out the way they did in the episode? What if Sam-?

Amy shook her head. She didn't want to think about that right now.

She finally reached the diner. There was an empty table near a window that she sat down at.

A waiter walked over to her with a menu.

"Can I start you off with anything to drink?"

"Can I get some orange juice?" Amy asked. "And I actually already know what I want to eat as well."

The waiter took out a pen and notepad. "Alright. What can I get started for you?"

"I'll take a french toast, please," Amy said.

The waiter wrote down her order. "It comes with a choice of bacon or eggs for the side. Which would you like?"

"Bacon."

"Alright," the waiter said, taking her menu back. "Those will be ready for you in just a few minutes."

Amy leaned back in her chair and pulled out her phone. Not really finding anything to do on it, she set it on the table.

'Hey, Gabe, wanna hang out?' she thought. 'I'm at a diner down the street from the Copper motel in Georgetown, South Carolina.'

The bell above the main entrance chimed, and Amy looked over to see Gabriel step into the diner. She smiled and waved him over.

Gabe walked over and sat down in the chair across from her. "Hey, kiddo," he greeted.

"Hey, Gabe! How have you been?"

Gabe shrugged. "Been alright." He looked around the diner. "So, where are Sam and Dean-o?"

"1978," Amy stated blandly.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Sam and Dean are in 1978 with Cas." Amy said.

"Why would they go there?" Gabe asked.

"Uh, so, long story short," Amy began, "Anna came to Dean in a dream, told him to meet her at an address. Cas went instead and found out that Anna planned on going back in time and killing John and Mary Winchester before Sam and Dean were born. He used a spell to find out she was going to 1978 and decided to stop her."

She took a quick breath. "Sam and Dean insisted on going with him, even though Cas said a trip like that with passengers would weaken him due to being cut off from heaven. Sam and Dean went with him anyway, and I decided to stay behind because I just didn't see a point in going."

Gabe blinked several times.

"Yeah," Amy said slowly. "So... I'm kinda just hanging out here in 2010 until they get back."

"I could take you to 1978 if you want," Gabe offered. "You can meet up with them."

Amy shook her head. The waiter from earlier walked over and set her french toast and orange juice down in front of her. "Thanks, but that's alright, Gabe. I have no idea where or when in 1978 they are, and they'll probably be back pretty soon anyway."

"Alright," Gabe said, "just figured I'd offer." He stole a piece of bacon from Amy's plate.

"Dude!" Amy protested, trying not to laugh. She grabbed the second piece and took a bite before the archangel could take that one as well.

The waiter walked back over. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink, sir?"

"Oh, uh, no thank you," Gabe said, "I'm good."

"Very well."

Amy watched the waiter walk off again. She took a bite of her french toast and turned back to Gabe.

"Hey, isn't tomorrow your twenty-first birthday?" Gabe asked.

Amy paused for a moment, thinking. "Oh yeah, it is!" she finally exclaimed. "I can't believe you remembered that."

"Course I did, kiddo. I was the one that helped you figure that out, wasn't I?"

I mean, yeah, pretty much," Amy confirmed. "You finding my birth name did lead to me figuring out my birthday."

"So, are you gonna do anything?"

Amy shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't even know if Sam and Dean will be back tomorrow, and knowing them both, I don't really think we'd go out and celebrate or anything."

"Who knows?" Gabe shrugged. "Maybe, you will."

"Yeah, maybe."

Amy finished eating and placed a ten-dollar bill on the table. "I'm gonna head back to the motel. You wanna come with?"

Gabe stretched his arms out. "Nah, I better get going."

Amy nodded, a little sad. "Alright. See you later, then?"

Gabe nodded. "I'll walk you outside."

They stood up and headed outside the diner.

"I wish you'd stay for at least a little bit," Amy said, turning to face Gabriel.

"I know, Amy. But I got some stuff I gotta take care of."

Amy gave Gabriel a small smile. "Alright. I'll see you later then, I guess."

Gabriel gave her a wave before disappearing in the blink of an eye. Amy sighed and turned back around to walk back to the motel.


Amy spent the rest of the day watching TV, browsing through her laptop, and waiting for Sam, Dean, and Cas to return. She glanced at her phone every few seconds to see if one of them had called her, but so far, nothing had happened.

After a dull day of doing nothing, she walked down to the same diner for dinner. She ordered herself a cheeseburger and fries and ate slowly as she scrolled through her phone.

After eating and paying, Amy headed back to the motel for the night. She took a quick shower and switched on the TV. She flipped through every channel but couldn't find anything to watch.

Sighing in defeat, she turned the TV back off again and lay face-first on the bed, with her head hanging over the edge.

When the blood started rushing to her head, Amy sat back up and glanced at the clock. It was a little after 9pm. With nothing else to do and no one to talk to, she switched off the lights and climbed into bed, falling asleep for the night.


January 18th, 2010

The next morning, Amy was woken by Sam and Dean rushing through the door. She nearly fell out of the bed at their sudden appearance. "You're back!" Noticing that Cas wasn't with them, she asked, "where's Cas?"

"He didn't come with us," Dean said breathlessly. "Michael sent us back."

"Wait, Michael?" Amy echoed. "As in, archangel, you're his vessel, Michael?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

Amy shook her head. "Okay, you guys are gonna need to fill me in on everything that happened."

"Don't worry, we will." Dean held up a paper bag. "But first, I need a drink."

"Yeah, me too," Sam spoke. He walked into the bathroom and started to unwrap cups from the plastic wrap while Dean pulled out the whiskey bottle at the table behind him.

Amy stood, watching the two. In the blink of an eye, Cas suddenly appeared, facing Sam. "Cas!" she cried out, running over to the angel. "Oh my god."

Sam and Dean turned as well, helping Amy grab Cas to keep him from falling.

"Hey. Hey, hey," Sam said quickly, shifting his weight to hold up the angel. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We got you."

"You son of a bitch," Dean gasped out. "You made it."

"You had us worried sick, dude," Amy said, concerned.

"I...I did? I'm very surprised." Cas suddenly collapsed in the hunters' arms.

"Whoa! You're okay." Sam said as he caught the angel from falling.

Amy stepped out of the way as Sam and Dean took Cas by the arms.

"Bed?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah."

They hauled Cas to the closet bed and laid him down.

"Well, I could use that drink now," Dean muttered.

"Yeah."

"You want one, Ames?" Dean offered.

"I'll pass," Amy said, waving a hand.

"You know," Dean began, "I'm pretty sure the girl whose twenty-first birthday is today deserves a drink."

"You remembered?" Amy asked in shock.

Dean nodded. "Course I did, kiddo." Dean took out a third cup. "Now come on, have a drink, alright?"

Amy smiled. "Oh, alright."

Dean poured out three drinks, handing one to Sam and one to Amy.

Amy took a sip of her drink. She'd had a couple of drinks before, but this one felt different. It felt more memorable compared to all the others.

"Well...this is it." Dean set the bottle on the table.

"This is what?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Team Free Will," Dean continued. "One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, a telepathic lost girl, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome."

"It's not funny."

Dean took a drink. "I'm not laughing."

Sam sighed. "They all say we'll say yes."

"I know. It's getting annoying."

"What if they're right?"

Dean took another drink. "They're not."

"Dean's right," Amy said, "they're not."

"I mean, why, why would we, either of us?" Sam hesitated. "But... I've been weak before."

"Sam."

"Michael got Dad to say yes," Sam argued.

"That was different," Dean argued back. "Anna was about to kill Mom."

"And if you could save Mom...what would you say?"

Dean fell silent. He turned to Cas, who was still lying unconscious on the bed.

"So, is anyone gonna fill me in on what happened?" Amy asked.

Dean took another drink. "Yeah, don't worry."


Sam and Dean filled Amy in on everything that had happened. They told her about finding their parents, their mom already being pregnant with Dean. About being holed up in an abandoned house after Anna arrived, and how Anna was with Uriel.

"Uriel was there?" Amy asked.

Dean nodded. "Anna ended up killing Sam, but then Michael showed up possessing dad."

Amy shifted on the bed. "Right, he can possess anyone in your bloodline, but you're still his true vessel."

Dean nodded again. "He got dad to say yes and brought Sam back. The guy's pretty confident I'll say yes."

Amy sighed. "Yeah."

"Do I?" Dean asked. "Say yes, I mean."

Amy stared at Dean for a moment before shaking her head. "No," she answered honestly. "You don't."

"We'll figure this out, Dean," Sam added. "We always do."

"Right," Amy agreed. She gave the older Winchester a small smile. "Don't worry, Dean. We got this."