February 28th, 2010 - Greenville, Ohio
A couple of nights after the zombie incident, Dean pulled the Impala into the Econo King Motel parking lot. It was already dark, so they checked in and headed up to their room.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat," Dean said as he tossed his duffle onto the bed closest to the door.
This room had two beds, like always, and a couch, which Sam tossed his bag onto, leaving the second bed for Amy.
Dean pulled three beer cans out of the cooler, passing them out. Amy cracked hers open, taking a sip.
Later that night, Dean flopped down onto his stomach on his bed while Sam lay on the couch.
Amy headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After a long while, she finally got out and changed into something more comfortable. She ran a brush through her hair and began brushing her teeth.
Amy swore she could hear voices coming from the main part of the motel. She wondered if Sam and Dean were still awake and talking about something. Still brushing her teeth, she stepped out of the bathroom and froze.
In their motel room were two men wearing ski masks. They each had a gun trained on Sam and Dean, who had their hands up. Amy let out a soft gasp, alerting the intruders to her presence.
One of the men quickly grabbed Amy by the arm, dragging her over to the couch with Sam. He forced her down next to Sam, keeping the shotgun on the two of them now.
"Ames!" Dean cried out.
The man aiming his gun at Dean pulled the trigger back. "I thought I told you to shut up," he said. "Keep your hands where I can see them."
Dean sat up. "Wait a minute. Is that you, Roy?" he asked, recognizing the voice of one of the intruders. "It is, isn't it. Which makes you Walt." He turned to the other man and smiled. "Hiya Walt."
Roy and Walt looked at each other.
The man Dean had called Walt removed his mask. "Don't matter."
Roy lifted the mask off his face as well, and Amy was able to get a better look at them. Both men had matching scowls on their faces.
"Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asked.
"You think you can flip the switch on the Apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?" Walt asked.
Sam frowned. "Who told you that?"
"We ain't the only hunters after you." Walt pumped his shotgun. "See you in the next life."
Amy began to panic. She had to do something. Could she do something?
"Hear me out," Sam pleaded. "I can explain, okay? Please."
Before Amy had time to react, Walt shot Sam in the chest. She screamed as blood splattered the wall behind the couch, getting a little on her face as well.
"Sam!" Amy cried out.
Dean quickly jumped up to move towards Sam. Roy quickly shifted to follow him.
"Stay the hell down."
"Shoot 'im," Walt ordered. He aimed the shotgun at Amy. "I'll get her."
Amy's breath was shaky as she watched the conversation unfold.
"Killin' Sam was right, but Dean…" Roy nodded towards Amy. "And she's just a kid."
"They've made us, and we just snuffed his brother, you idiot," Walt argued. "You want to spend the rest of your life knowing Dean Winchester's on your ass, 'cause I don't. Shoot 'im."
Dean turned his gaze away from Sam and glared at Roy. "Go ahead, Roy, do it," he challenged. "But I'm gonna warn you when I come back, I'm going to be pissed. C'mon! Let's get this show on the road."
Not knowing what else to do, Amy focused her powers on Roy's trigger finger. She could see him try and pull the trigger, but it didn't move.
"What are you waiting for?" Walt snapped. "Shoot him already!"
"I-I can't!" Roy insisted. "It won't shoot!"
"The hell do you mean it won't shoot?" Walt asked.
Amy saw Dean lean over slightly and looked at her. She slowly nodded, knowing exactly what he was wondering.
"I mean, it won't shoot!" Roy snapped. "The trigger's stuck or something."
Walt groaned in frustration. "Guess I gotta do this myself." He aimed the shotgun back at Amy.
In a panic, Amy quickly shifted her focus over to Walt's shotgun. As soon as she did, Roy's gun went off, firing into Dean's chest.
Amy began to panic even more now. She had to get out of here. Keeping Walt from pulling the trigger on his own gun, she began calling out. "Cas? Gabe? Anyone? Help!"
"What the hell?" Walt muttered as he tried to fire his gun. "The hell's wrong with this thing?"
"Help!" Amy tried again, a bit louder. No response.
"Shoot her!" Walt shouted.
Amy glanced over at Dean, letting out a quiet, shaky breath. She turned to Sam next. Her gaze fell on his body just as a loud shot rang out, and her chest felt like it was being torn open.
Amy slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting in a small wooden room, which she recognized instantly. It was the treehouse she had built with her best friend's dad's help when they were in middle school. Why was she in here? Had meeting Sam and Dean...had everything been a dream? Was she dreaming right now?
"Em!" a voice called from the ground. "You up there?"
Amy leaned out of the treehouse doorway to see a blond boy standing underneath it. He looked to be around thirteen years old. She recognized him instantly; he was the friend she had built the treehouse with.
"Hey, Erik!" Amy greeted. She frowned slightly at the fact that she remembered his name so quickly. Why did all of this feel wrong?
"Come down here real quick," Erik said, gesturing towards himself. "I gotta show you something."
"Coming!" Amy stood up. Without thinking, she jumped out of the treehouse, planning on using her powers to slow herself down and not break an ankle. Wait, did she still have her powers? Was that a dream too? She was already falling to the ground, so there was no going back.
Thinking quickly, Amy held her hands palm down and focused. She began to slow down until both of her feet landed softly on the ground. She let out a sigh of relief, glad that she still had her powers.
Erik didn't seem to have any reaction to what had just happened. "Check out what I got!" He pulled something out of his pocket, and Amy could see two movie tickets in his hand.
Amy remembered this day. It was her thirteenth birthday and, as a gift, Erik had gotten them tickets to see the first Captain America movie, which had come out a few days earlier.
"You got the tickets?" Amy asked excitedly.
"Hell yeah, I did," Erik said with a grin. "It's playing tonight around seven."
Amy grinned. "I can't wait to see this movie!" She pulled Erik into a hug.
"Aww, that's cute," a familiar voice said.
Amy pulled away from the hug and turned around to see Dean leaning against the tree she had jumped from.
"Dean?" Amy asked. "What are you doing here?"
Erik didn't seem to have any reaction to Dean's appearance. "My parents are dropping us off. They told me to tell you we'll be at your place around six-thirty.
Amy didn't reply to the teen. She turned back to Dean. "I'm not dreaming, am I?
Dean shook his head. "Turns out we're dead."
"Dead?" Amy repeated a little in shock. Everything slowly began coming back to her. Roy and Walt, getting shot last after Sam and Dean already had been. "Crap, I remember now."
"Cas explained everything to me," Dean said. "Used the radio in the Impala to talk to me."
"What did he tell you?" Amy asked. She leaned against the tree.
"Just to follow the road and find you and Sam."
Amy frowned. "What road?"
Dean pointed behind the tree. "That one."
Amy leaned over and looked where Dean was pointing. Behind her was an asphalt road and the Impala. "How did I not notice that?"
"You were a little busy talking with this kid here." Dean looked up at the treehouse. "Speaking of which, where are we?"
"A treehouse I built in middle school with my friend here," Amy explained. "Today was my thirteenth birthday, and the two of us went to the movies together."
Dean frowned, looking back and forth between Erik and Amy. "He's a boy," he finally stated.
Amy nodded, her face blank. "Yes. Problem?"
"He's a boy," Dean repeated, emphasizing every word.
Amy rolled her eyes. "I swear, you sound like Hades from the Disney Hercules movie. Yes, Erik is a boy and one of my closest friends. You know what else he is? Gay. And you know what I am? Aromantic and asexual. Okay?" She let out a laugh. "Would you just relax, Dean? I swear you can be so overprotective sometimes."
Dean sighed. "Whatever. Let's just go find Sam."
Amy followed Dean to the Impala and climbed into the passenger seat.
Dean drove the Impala down the road until they saw a two-story house. There were no landmarks or other buildings around it, just a house on the side of the road.
"Think we'll find Sam in there?" Amy asked.
Dean looked around. "There's nothing else for miles," he said. "He's gotta be here."
Amy followed Dean into the house. Sam was sitting in a dining room with a different family. He was wearing a suit and tie, and a brunette-haired girl was sitting next to him.
The girl smiled at Sam, and Amy could see that she had braces. Sam jumped back nervously as the girl grabbed his thigh.
Dean and Amy decided to step forward. Sam looked up as they entered the room.
Dean shook his head. "Wow. Just wow."
"Dean? Amy? What are you doing in my dream?"
Amy and Dean exchanged an amused glance in response.
Sam stood up and followed Amy and Dean to the living room. The family at the table continued the conversation as if Sam was still there.
"What are you two doing in my dream?" Sam repeated.
"This isn't a dream," Amy began.
"It's heaven," Dean finished.
"So, what does your father do for a living?" The man in the dining room asked. He paused, looking at Sam's vacant chair as if waiting for a response. "Hm. You don't say."
"Heaven," Sam repeated.
Dean nodded. "Yup."
"Okay, how are we in heaven?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged. "All that clean living, I guess."
Sam shook his head. "No, no," he said. "Okay. You and Amy… I get, sure. But me? Maybe you haven't noticed, but I've done a few things?"
"You thought you were doing the right thing," Dean said helpfully.
Amy nodded in agreement. "Yeah."
Sam scoffed. "Last I checked, it wasn't the road to heaven that was paved with good intentions."
"Yeah, well, if this is the Skymall, it sucks." Dean looked around the house. "I mean, where's the triplets and the latex, you know? C'mon, a guy has needs."
Amy rolled her eyes.
Sam looked back at the family, who was still eating dinner as if he was there. "You know, when you bite the dust, they say your life flashes before your eyes."
"Yeah," Amy said.
"Your point?" Dean asked.
"This house, it's one of my memories," Sam explained.
"When I woke up, I woke up in one of my memories," Dean recalled. "The Fourth of July we burned down that field?"
"I woke up in a treehouse that I built with my best friend when we were kids," Amy added. "We used to have sleepovers in that thing during the summer."
"Maybe that's what heaven is: a place where you relive your greatest hits," Sam said.
Dean paused. "Wait, so… playing footsie with brace-face in there? Then that's a trophy moment for you?"
Sam sighed. "Dean, I was eleven years old. This was my first real Thanksgiving."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "We had Thanksgiving every year."
"We had a bucket of extra-crispy, and Dad passed out on the couch," Sam corrected.
Amy opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a rumbling noise from outside. She frantically looked around.
"I don't remember this," Sam said, having to shout over the noise.
The lights in the house went out. The family continued to eat as the house began to shake.
"Hey." Dean looked over at the family before continuing. "We should, uh…"
Sam didn't need Dean to finish his thought. "Definitely."
The hunters ran to the far corner of the room. Sam stood beside the window, just out of sight, while Dean and Amy ducked behind the couch.
The glass in a picture on the fireplace mantle broke, but the family continued eating. A searchlight entered the window, streaming across the room. Dean ducked lower as more furniture fell over and more glass broke.
As quickly as it had come, the searchlight disappeared. The lights in the house came back on, and the hunters left their hiding spots. In the background, the family was still eating and talking, as if nothing had happened.
Across the room, Dean spotted a radio. He ran over to it, and Sam and Amy followed.
"Okay, what the hell was that?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Dean said, "but we are taking the escalator back downstairs. He hit the radio with the palm of his hand. "Cas!"
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Trying to talk to Cas," Amy said as if it was the most obvious thing.
"What she said," Dean confirmed.
Sam scoffed. "Well, it looks like you've lost your mind."
Dean gave Sam an exasperated look. "Cas talked to me before using this phone-home radio thing, so I—" he hit the radio again. "Cas!"
The TV behind them began to flicker, and Cas's voice came through the screen. "I can hear you."
The hunters moved over to the TV, and Amy could see a static-filled picture of Cas on it. The image was rolling, and Cas's voice was fading in and out.
"Cas," Dean greeted. "Hey! So I, uh, I found Sam and Amy but, but something just happened. There was this weird beam of light."
"Don't go into the light," Cas said bluntly. His voice sounded slightly distorted.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay. Thanks, Carol Ann. What was it?"
"Not what, whom," Cas corrected. "Zachariah. He's searching for you."
"And if he finds us?" Sam asked.
"You can't say yes to Michael and Lucifer if you're dead, so Zachariah needs to return you to your bodies," Cas explained.
"Well, that just means we'd be alive again," Amy said. "I don't see how that's a bad thing."
"No," Cas said quickly. "You don't understand. You, hm. You're behind the Wall. This is a rare opportunity."
"For what?" Dean asked.
"You need to find an angel," Cas explained. "His name is Joshua."
"Hey, man, no offense, but we are kind of ass full of angels, okay?" Dean snapped. "You find him."
"I can't," Cas admitted. "I can't return to heaven."
"So what's so important about Joshua?" Sam asked.
"The rumor is, he talks to God."
"And?" Dean asked. "So?"
"You think maybe—just maybe—we should find out what the hell God has been saying?" Cas asked.
Amy couldn't help but snicker at the angel's sassy remark.
Dean looked taken aback. "Jeez. Touchy."
"Please. I just need you to follow the road."
Sam frowned. "What road?"
"It's called the Axis Mundi," Cas explained. "It's a path that runs through heaven. Different people see it as different things. For you, it's two-lane asphalt. The road will lead you to the Garden. You'll find Joshua there. And Joshua… can take us to God."
"The Garden," Cas continued as the picture started to break up. "Quick. Hurry." With that, the TV died.
Sam took a deep breath. "So... What do you think?"
"I think we hit the yellow bricks, find this Joshua cat," Dean said.
"What?" Amy asked, a little surprised by his response.
Sam also looked surprised. "Really?"
"What? You guys don't?" Dean asked.
"I'm just surprised you actually wanna try and find this guy," Amy said.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. I mean, last time I checked, you wanted to break God's nose, now you think he can help?"
"He's the only one who can," Dean admitted. "I mean, come on, Sam. We are royally boned. So prayer? The last hope of a desperate man."
"Well, at least we got the Impala here," Amy said. "Hopefully, we can find this angel quickly and get out of here."
"Come on." Dean started walking towards the front door. "Road's this way."
Dean opened the front door, and they stepped out, only to stop short on the porch. Now, instead of a road, there was nothing but a forest. The Impala was nowhere in sight, and lines of tall trees seemed to stretch on for miles.
"Wasn't there a street out here?" Sam asked.
"There was." Dean turned and walked back into the house. He stepped into the hallway and began looking around.
"Dean. What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Looking for a road," Dean said.
"Last time I checked, roads were typically outside," Amy said as Dean opened a closet under the stairs.
"You think the road is in a closet?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dean turned on the closet light. "We're in heaven, okay? I mean, our memories are coming true. Cas is on TV. Finding a road in a closet would be pretty much the most-" he paused, spotting something on the floor, "-normal thing to happen to us today."
Amy watched as Dean picked a blue hot wheels car off of the floor.
"What?" Sam asked.
Dean held up the car, examining it. "I used to have one of these… when I was a kid." He set the car onto a track and put it in motion.
As soon as the toy car started moving, the scenery changed. Dean's leather jacket disappeared, and his outfit changed to a t-shirt with a flannel button-up and sneakers with one shoelace untied.
Sam's outfit changed back into his everyday hunter attire. Amy noticed that her outfit did as well, switching back into the style she wore when she was alive.
"That was the road?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged. "I guess."
They stood up to see that they were now in a young boys room with toys scattered on the floor and light blue painted walls.
"Kind of trippy, right?" Dean asked.
Amy finally got a chance to look at Dean's shirt and couldn't help but laugh out loud at what she saw. It was a light blue shirt with a teddy-bear that had 'I wuv hugs' written on the stomach.
"Yeah." Sam looked down at Dean's shirt as well and shifted uncomfortably on the spot. "More trippy. Um. Apparently, you wuv hugs."
Dean quickly covered up the t-shirt. "Shut up."
Sam chucked and began looking around.
"Wait a minute," Dean said, realizing something. "I know where we are."
"Where?"
Dean scoffed. "We're home."
"Wait, you mean, like-"
Amy was cut off by a woman's soft voice speaking from the doorway. "Dean…"
The three hunters turned to the doorway. A young woman appeared in a tight, white dress. She poked her head in as she opened the door.
"Hey, Dean. You hungry?"
"Is that?" Amy asked.
Dean nodded slowly. His mouth was open slightly as he stared at the woman. "That's our mom."
Amy looked back at Mary, who was leaning against the doorframe.
"Well, come on," Mary Winchester said with a smile. She turned out of the room and walked down the hallway.
Still in shock, Dean started following her. After a moment, Sam and Amy followed as well. They walked down a hallway with a wooden floor and down the stairs into the kitchen.
Dean sat down at the kitchen table while Sam and Amy stood off to the side. Mary placed a pb&j sandwich in front of Dean and poured him a glass of milk. They smiled at each other.
"You want the crust cut off?" Mary asked with a slight smirk.
Dean let out a breath. "Yeah. I'd love that."
"Mom?" Sam asked.
Mary didn't answer, and Amy couldn't help but feel bad for Sam.
Dean looked at Sam, then back at Mary, who smiled back at Dean as she continued cutting the crust off. "I guess this is not your memory, Sam," he said apologetically. "Sorry."
Sam's face fell. "Dean, uh. We should… go. Keep looking for the road."
"Just… just give me a minute, okay?" Dean asked.
"Dean, Sam's right," Amy cut in. "We-"
"Sam, Amy, please. One minute."
Amy sighed, and Sam nodded reluctantly. Mary ruffled Dean's hair as she moved away from the table.
The phone on the counter rang, and the hunters turned to watch Mary answer it.
"Hello?" Mary greeted with a smile. The smile quickly turned into a frown as she turned away from Dean. "No, John. We're not having this conversation again." She paused, listening to John on the other line. "Think about what?" Another pause. "You've two boys at home."
"I remember this," Dean said. "Mom and Dad were fighting, and then he moved out for a couple days."
"Dad always said they had the perfect marriage," Sam recalled.
"It wasn't perfect until after she died," Dean admitted.
"Fine," Mary continued into the phone. "Then don't." There was another pause. "There's nothing more to talk about."
Mary hung up the phone and turned away from the table, fighting back the tears.
"What happens next?" Sam asked.
Dean stood up from the table and walked over to Mary, pulling her into a hug. "It's okay, Mom," he said. "Dad still loves you. I love you, too. I'll never leave you."
Sam looked enlightened as he watched the scene. Amy smiled slightly as Dean and Mary hugged until eventually, they broke apart.
Mary cupped Dean's cheeks in her hands. "You are my little angel." She smiled at him, a little too wide. "How 'bout some pie? Okay." She moved away, and Dean walked back over to Sam and Amy.
Sam shook his head sadly.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I just never realized how long you've been cleaning up Dad's messes."
Dean frowned. "Whatever. Let's keep moving."
They began to search the house, opening cupboards and drawers. Something in one of the drawers caught Amy's eye. It was a tiny Impala on a keychain. She held it up, and it glinted in the light.
Amy suddenly heard a lot of conversations and lowered the keychain. As she did, she noticed that the scenery had changed again. They were in a large room with vendors' tables that had merchandise on them spread out. Dozens of people walked around, some of them talking and others viewing the merchandise on the tables.
Amy glanced down at her clothes. She was wearing a 'Join the Hunt' t-shirt with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over it and had on a replica of Dean's amulet.
"Is that my amulet?" Dean asked, noticing her necklace. His clothes had changed back into more adult ones.
Amy nodded. "Yeah. I got it on Amazon for ten dollars, and there were tons in stock when I did."
"So, this must be your memory," Sam realized. "Where are we?"
Amy smiled. She walked over to a table with laminated photos spread out and picked one up. She held it up for Sam and Dean to see.
Dean took a look at the picture Amy was holding. "You gotta be kidding me." He took the photo from Amy and showed it to Sam.
"Is-is that me?" Sam asked.
Amy nodded, fighting to hold back laughter. "This is the first Supernatural convention I went to for the TV show. I was fourteen and had been a fan of the show for maybe five years or so?" She turned back to look at the other photos. "I decided I wanted to go to a convention one year, but I was too young to get a job, so I took some side jobs. Washing cars, mowing lawns, etcetera, just to make some extra money so I could buy a ticket. It took me a full year, but I finally bought my ticket for the weekend a week before the convention started."
Dean took a look at the photos as well. There were a lot of him and Sam, as well as other characters. Gabriel, Crowley, Lucifer, even Chuck, and some characters that Sam and Dean hadn't met yet.
"Why are there so many photos of Chuck on this table?" Dean asked. "We don't even see the guy that much."
Amy smirked. "Believe it or not, there are some fans of the show that actually like the side characters, even if they were just in one episode. Rob, the guy who plays Chuck on the show, is actually one of the hosts of these conventions."
"One of?" Sam asked.
Amy nodded. "The other is Richard Speight Jr. He's the guy that plays Gabe on the show." She let out a laugh. "Rob and Rich are the comedic best friend duo of the cast."
Suddenly, Amy could hear the song "Anyway You Want It" being sung from the other room, where the panels took place. She smiled again, recognizing the voice.
"Who's singing?" Dean asked.
"Rob," Amy explained. "He's the lead singer of a band, and they play a certain song when one of the cast members comes out to do a panel. This is the one that plays when the actors who play you two come out."
Sam and Dean shifted a little uncomfortably.
"We should get out of here," Dean said quickly.
Amy held up the Impala keychain, which she still had in her hand. "Hey, I bought this at this convention. What do you think the chances are that I could take this with me back to Earth?"
"I'd say slim to none," Dean challenged. "In fact, I'll bet you ten bucks you can't take that with you."
Amy looked at the keychain, then back to Dean. "Challenge accepted." She stuck it into her jacket pocket and followed Sam and Dean through the room.
They walked through the room, looking for anything resembling a road. Amy looked through photos on another table, while Sam and Dean looked around anywhere else.
"Hey!" Sam called out to them. "Over here."
Amy and Dean joined Sam over by some postcards pinned to a wall.
Sam pointed to a postcard that said 'Route 66' on it. "I've seen this somewhere before."
"Where?" Dean asked.
The loud conversations from the convention faded away, and Amy suddenly found herself standing in a small shack. The postcard Sam had pointed to was now on a wall covered with several other 'Route 66' postcards.
Dean stepped in front of the postcards. His clothes had changed again, but the leather jacket was missing. Instead, he had on a canvas coat. "Where are we?" he asked.
Sam's clothes had changed as well to a slightly different shirt and coat. He looked around, his eyes landing on something that made him smile. "No way."
Amy, whose clothes had also changed out of the previous ones, turned as a golden retriever entered the room.
Sam bent down excitedly. "Bones! Hey, c'mere! C'mere!"
Bones ran up and began licking Sam's face.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Sam said, trying to calm the dog down.
"Bones?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Bones was my dog." Sam stood up and walked over to a cheap-looking coffee table with a pizza box on it.
"Your… your dog?" Dean repeated.
"When did you have a dog?" Amy asked.
Sam sat down on the couch, pulling a slice of pizza out of the box. Bones sat next to him, tail wagging.
Amy walked over and began petting the Bones. The dog didn't react, but Amy didn't care. She kept petting.
"Is this Flagstaff?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam answered happily. He pet the dog with Amy. "Hey, boy."
"This is a good memory for you?"
Sam laughed. "Yeah. I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. I lived on Funyuns and Mr. Pibb." He fed the dog some of his pizza.
"Wow," Dean muttered, clearly unimpressed.
Sam looked up, frowning. "What?"
"Well, you don't remember, do you?" Dean asked. "You ran away on my watch. I looked everywhere for you. I thought you were dead. And when Dad came home…" he scoffed.
Amy looked down, avoiding looking at either brother. Dean's tone finished the sentence for him.
"Dean, look, I'm sorry. I never thought about it like that,"
"Forget it. Let's roll." Dean started walking towards a door that had daylight streaming through it. He walked out, leaving Sam and Amy behind.
Sam gave Bones a final treat before standing up. Amy pet the dog a few more times and stood up as well.
Sam began to follow Dean out of the room, and the dog started to follow. He bent down to give the dog a last pet. "Stay. Bones-y, stay."
As the dog sat down, Sam walked out of the room after Dean and Amy followed.
As soon as Amy stepped out of the shack, the scenery changed again. The daylight was gone, and it was now nighttime again.
They were in the middle of the street, across from an old house with a porch wrapped around. They turned around, only to find that the shack they had just come from was now gone.
"Okay, this is getting really trippy," Amy muttered.
Sam turned back to the old house and let out a sigh, obviously remembering where they were.
"What memory is this?" Dean asked.
"No idea," Sam said quickly. "Alright, come on."
Dean didn't move.
"Dean," Sam said a little louder. "Road. God. Remember?" He chuckled nervously.
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. This?" Dean turned to Sam, looking at him accusingly. "This is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn't it? This is your idea of heaven? Wow." He let out a bitter laugh and turned away. "This was one of the worst nights of my life."
"I can't control this stuff," Sam reminded Dean.
Dean turned back to Sam. "Seriously? I mean, this is a happy memory for you?"
"Guys, can we just go?" Amy asked. She didn't wanna be in the middle of a fight between the two brothers.
Sam shrugged, either ignoring or not hearing what she had said. "I don't know. I mean, I was on my own. I finally got away from Dad."
Dean turned back away. "Yeah, he wasn't the only one you got away from."
"Dean, I'm sorry. I just, uh…" Sam stammered.
Amy rocked on her feet as Dean scoffed.
"I know. You didn't, you didn't think of it like that," Dean said, repeating what Sam had said earlier.
"Dean!"
"C'mon!" Dean let out a laugh. "Your heaven is somebody else's Thanksgiving. Okay? It's bailing on your family. What do you want me to say?"
"Man, I never got the crusts cut off my PB & J," Sam shouted. "I just don't look at family the way you do."
"Yeah, but I'm your family," Dean countered. He pointed at Amy. "Amy is your family."
Sam sighed. "I know…"
"I mean, the three of us, we're supposed to be a team," Dean interrupted. "It's supposed to be us against the world, right?"
"Dean, it is!" Sam shouted.
Dean paused for a moment. "Is it?"
Sam looked devastated for a moment. Before he could say anything else, though, a bright spotlight landed on them.
"Go! Go!"
The hunters started running through the forest until they came across a log. They jumped over it and ducked down to hide, breathing hard.
"Wow," a voice Amy hoped never to hear again said. "Running from angels. On foot. In heaven. With out-of-the-box thinking like that, I'm surprised you three haven't stopped the Apocalypse already."
Zachariah snapped his fingers, and it was suddenly daytime. "Guys. What's the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth, that's all.
Amy peeked over the log with Sam and Dean. Zachariah was standing a few yards away with his back to them. They ducked back down as he began to turn.
"I mean, that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones," Zachariah continued. "You're on my turf now, boys. And by the time I'm through with you, you're going to be begging to say yes."
Sam and Dean took off running, and Amy quickly followed. They got a few feet before stopping abruptly as Zachariah appeared in front of them.
"Guys, c'mon," the angel said. "You can run, but you can't run."
The hunters quickly turned, running back the way they had come from. This time, in their path, they came across a figure in a colorful mask and gold cape.
The figure lifted a finger, gesturing for them to be quiet. He waved them forward. "Hurry! This way."
The figure led them to a small wooden shack. He scribbled some symbols on a rusted door and opened it, running inside with the hunters close behind.
Amy found herself inside a bar that was much bigger than the small shack they had just entered should have allowed. It was dim, but tables and chairs were visible in the light from the windows.
"Wait. Who are you?" Sam asked.
The figure pulled off his mask and cape and threw them to the side. "Buenos días, bitches."
"Ash?" Dean asked, recognizing the voice.
Ash clapped his hands twice, and the lights came on. He spread out his arms. "Welcome to my blue heaven."
Dean and Amy looked around while Sam smiled.
Music began playing on the jukebox.
"Good God, the Roadhouse," Dean said with a laugh. "It even smells the same."
Ash picked the cape and mask back up. "Bud, blood and beer nuts." He walked around to the back of the bar and snapped his fingers. "It's the best smell in the world. How 'bout a cold one? Up here? No hangover."
Amy sat on a barstool. "This is the roadhouse?" she asked.
"Who are you?" Ash asked.
"This is Amy," Dean introduced as he and Sam sat on the other barstools. "We met her a couple years ago, during the Devil's Gate thing. She hunts with us now."
Ash nodded at Amy. "Name's Ash," he told her as he passed out three cans of beer.
"So… no offense…" Sam began.
Ash interrupted him. "How did a dirtbag like me end up in a place like this? I've been saved, man. I was my congregation's number one snake handler."
Sam smiled. "And you said this was your heaven?"
"Yup! My own… personal…" he shotgunned a beer while the hunters watched, letting out a burp when he was done.
"And when the angels jumped us?" Sam continued. "We were…"
"In your heaven," Ash finished.
"So there are two heavens?" Sam asked.
"There aren't two people in the world, Sam," Amy said.
"Kid's right," Ash confirmed. "There's more like a hundred billion heavens. So, no worries, it'll take them angel boys a minute to catch up."
"What?" Dean asked, completely confused.
"See, you gotta stop thinking of heaven as one place," Ash explained. "It's more like a butt-load of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland except without all the anti-Semitism."
"Disneyland?" Sam repeated.
Ash nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yeah. See, you got Winchesterland," he explained as he gestured to the bar. He gestured around the bar next. "Ashland. A whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put them all together: heaven. Right? At the center of it all? Is the Magic Kingdom. The Garden."
"So everybody gets a little slice of paradise," Dean said, starting to get it.
"Pretty much," Ash said. "A few people share—special cases. What not."
Dean frowned. "What do you mean 'special'?"
"Aw, you know. Like, uh, soul-mates."
Ash's statement was met with silence. Sam and Dean didn't even look at each other, and Amy took a sip of her beer.
Ash cleared his throat. "Anyway. Most people can't leave their own private Idaho's."
"But you ain't most people," Dean realized.
Ash clicked his tongue. "Nope. They ain't got my skills. Hell, I've been all over. Johnny Cash. André the Giant." He turned to Sam. "Einstein. Sam, that man can mix a White Russian. Hell, the other day? I found Mallanāga Vātsyāyana."
"Who?" Sam asked.
"He wrote the Kama Sutra," Ash told them. "Huh, that boy's heaven? Ah, sweaty. Confusing."
"All this from a guy who used to sleep on a pool table," Dean said, mildly impressed.
Ash smiled. "Yeah. Now that I'm dead, I'm living, man, a whole lot more."
"That's pretty damn impressive," Amy said.
"So, how'd you find us?" Sam asked.
"I rigged up my very own-" Ash pulled his laptop out from underneath the bar, "-holy-rolling police scanner."
He pushed the power button, and the laptop started up. The screen showed a garbled bunch of sound waves, accompanied by a high-pitched noise, which made Sam, Dean, and Amy flinch back.
"That's angels," Ash explained over the noise. "Blabbing Enochian, okay? I'm fluent." He turned the laptop off and put it back under the bar. "I heard that you were up. Of course, I had to come find you." He paused, staring at them knowingly. "Again."
Dean looked surprised. "Again?"
"This ain't the first time here," Ash informed him. He pointed at Amy. "Far as I know, this is her first time here, but you boys die more than anyone I've ever met."
Dean now looked even more surprised. "Really?"
"Ah, yeah… you don't remember." Ash let out an exasperated sigh. "God! Angels. Must've Windexed your brain."
"So, uh. I mean, have you found anybody else?" Sam asked.
Ash shook his head. "Hey, how are Jo and Ellen doing?"
Dean smiled. "They're doing great last we heard. I talked to Ellen last week. She was heading up to Colorado with Jo for a hunt."
"Awesome," Ash said. "Good to know those two are still kicking."
"How 'bout our folks?" Dean asked.
Ash shook his head. "I've been looking all over for John Winchester, Mary too, but so far: nada. I'm sorry."
"What about um…" Amy paused for a moment before continuing. "A Jessica and Henry Jones? Ever run into anyone by that name?"
Ash shook his head. "Don't think so, no." He straightened up. "But hey! There is somebody that wants to jaw with you. Hold up." He left the bar, walking into the back room. There were symbols on the door, just like the ones he had chalked onto the door of the shack.
"Jessica and Henry Jones?" Dean asked.
"My parents, remember?" Amy reminded him. "I know it was a long shot, but they are dead, and in case you forgot, so are we currently.
Ash returned with a woman Amy recognized instantly.
"Pamela!" Sam exclaimed.
Pamela now had both of her eyes back. She smiled as she walked towards the hunters. "Nice to see you guys again."
Ash faked a shiver. "Ooh!" He pulled his laptop out from under the bar again. "How about we find a way to get you three to the Garden?"
Dean stood up. "Why don't you three do that?" he asked, gesturing to Sam, Ash, and Amy. "Pamela and I got some catching up to do." He walked with Pamela over to one of the tables and sat down.
Ash walked around the bar and sat on a barstool between Sam and Amy. He cracked his knuckles and began typing quickly.
Sam and Amy watched on, impressed.
"So this is how you get around up here?" Sam asked.
"Hm, more or less," Ash confirmed. "It's awesome to finally have an application—a practical application—for string theory."
Sam shook his head in amusement as Ash continued working.
Amy and Sam stayed silent as they watched Ash type away. Out of the corner of her eye, Amy saw Pamela whack Dean on the back of the head. She let out a light chuckle as she took a sip of her beer.
"If it makes you feel any better," Dean said loudly, "we got Ash killed too."
Ash snapped his fingers and held up a rock salute. "I'm cool with it!"
Sam smiled as he looked back at Dean and Pamela.
Ash continued working on his laptop until, finally, something caught his eye. He pointed to the screen. "There," he said.
Sam and Amy leaned closer to see what was on Ash's computer as if they could read it.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"Your way out," Ash said.
"That's the shortcut to the Garden?" Amy asked.
Ash nodded. "Mm-hmm."
The three of them turned back to Dean and Pamela.
"Hey!" Sam called out. "Found a shortcut to the Garden."
Ash gave another rock salute, which Pamela returned. "Oh yeah."
Ash stood up and led the hunters back over to a door with a 'Come In We're Open' sign on it. Underneath the sign, he drew a different sigil-formula. "All-Access Pass to the Magic Kingdom," he muttered as he drew the sigil.
"Good," Dean said. He was standing behind Ash while Sam, Amy, and Pamela stood a little further back.
Ash stopped drawing and turned to look at Dean.
Dean frowned. "Not good?"
"That Zach fella's going to be watching every road to the Garden," Ash said, pointing to his own eyes. He turned back to the door and kept drawing.
Dean turned around as Sam pulled Pamela into a hug.
"Watch your ass," Pamela told Sam. She turned to the other Winchester. "And Dean."
Dean reached out for a hug, but Pamela pulled his head down for a kiss instead.
When they finally stopped kissing, Pamela smiled. "Yup. Just how I imagined." She tapped Dean's cheek and chuckled.
Amy didn't say anything. The last time she had seen Pamela, things hadn't ended so well, and Pamela had seemed mad at her. She wanted to get out of here and avoid any confrontation.
"Hey, kid," Pamela said, much to Amy's dismay. "Come here a sec."
Amy reluctantly walked over to Pamela. "Hey, Pamela."
"So you're the kid from another world," Pamela said with a smirk.
Amy avoided the woman's eyes. "Yeah, I, uh, I guess."
"Kid...Amy, look at me," Pamela said firmly.
Amy slowly looked up at the psychic.
"Don't beat yourself up over something you couldn't control," Pamela told her. "I was gonna die no matter what. I'm sorry I said 'screw you' to you that day, but I'm not mad. Alright?"
Amy nodded. "Alright."
"You keep beating yourself up over things you can't control, and you'll never make it out there, you hear?" Pamela continued. "Shit happens. You just gotta learn to get over it."
Amy gave the woman a small smile. "Yeah, alright."
Pamela pulled Amy into a hug. Amy hugged her back for a moment before they finally pulled away.
Ash had finished drawing the sigil on the door. He stood up and turned to the group. "Ah, gentlemen, I don't mean to be a downer or anything but… I'm sure I'll see you again soon." He turned to Amy. "Don't know about you, but maybe I'll see you again as well."
Dean turned back to Pamala and winked at her. She smiled back, and he turned to Ash. "Well, keep a sixer on ice for us."
Ash nodded. "Yeah." He opened the door, and Sam led the way through.
"Bye, Ash," Amy said as she walked through the door last.
The hunters found themselves in a dark house, which Amy recognized as the one from Dean's memory. A train whistle could be heard outside.
"Weren't we already here?" Amy asked.
"Why are we back home?" Dean asked, looking around.
"I don't know. So what are we going to do?" Sam asked.
"Keep looking for the road again, I guess."
Behind Dean, Mary appeared. This time, she was in a white nightgown. "Honey. Why are you up?" she asked softly.
"Look. I'm-I'm sorry," Dean stammered. "I love you, but you're not real, and we don't have time—"
Mary cut Dean off. "Did you have another nightmare? Tell me."
Dean paused for a moment as he looked at his mother. "I gotta go," he finally said, walking away.
"Then how 'bout I tell you my nightmare, Dean?" Mary continued, the sweetness in her voice disappearing. "The night I burned."
As the hunters watched, the nightgown Mary was wearing began to get soaked in blood. Amy knew what this was. She obviously hadn't been there, but she knew the scene all-too-well from the show.
"Sammy, Ames, let's get out of here," Dean said, his voice shaking. He turned away from Mary.
"Don't you walk away from me," Mary snapped, stopping Dean in his tracks. "I never loved you. You were my burden. I was shackled to you. Look what it got me." She blinked, and her eyes turned yellow.
"Dean, come on, we gotta get out of here!" Amy said.
Dean was frozen in place, staring at Mary's yellow eyes.
"Dean," Sam tried.
Dean finally turned, looking devastated.
"Dean, it's not real!" Amy tried again. "But we have to go, now!"
The lights in the house changed color, switching to a green hue. Around them, the room began to change until all the doors were gone.
Mary blinked again, and her eyes went back to normal. "The worst was the smell. The pain, well. What can you say about your skin bubbling off? But the smell was so…" She smiled at the memory. "You know, for a second, I thought I'd left a pot roast burning in the oven. But… it was my meat."
Dean walked away from Mary. He moved to the wall where the doorway used to be and put his hands on the bricks that were there instead.
"And then, finally, I was dead," Mary continued. "The one silver lining was that at least I was away from you." She took a deep breath. "Everybody leaves you, Dean. You noticed? Mommy. Daddy. Even Sam." She tilted her head and looked at Amy. "And her."
Amy didn't say anything, and neither did Sam. They both glanced down at the floor as Mary chuckled.
"You ever ask yourself why?" Mary asked. "Maybe it's not them. Maybe, it's you." She started
"Easy now, kitten."
Zachariah walked up behind Mary while she flashed an evil smile.
"You did this," Sam accused.
"And I'm just getting started," Zachariah taunted. "I mean, guys. Did you really think you could just sneak past me into Mission Control?"
"You son of a bitch."
Amy was suddenly grabbed from behind by a large angel. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam and Dean get grabbed from behind as well.
"You know," Zachariah continued, "I'd say the same thing about you, Sam, but I have actually grown quite fond of your mother. Or at least the Blessed Memory of her." He moved Mary's hair, then bent down and kissed her neck.
Dean looked away as Zachariah kissed Mary. Amy struggled against the angel holding her arms behind her back, but it was no use.
"I think we're going to be logging a lot of quality time together. I've discovered she's quite the... MILF," Zachariah said.
"You can gloat all you want, you dick. You're still bald," Dean said, trying to insult Zachariah.
"In heaven, I have six wings and four faces, one of whom is a lion. You see this because you're…" Zachariah stopped, running his fingers down Mary's arm, "...limited."
This time, Sam looked away. Zachariah snapped his fingers, and Mary disappeared. "Let's brass tack this, shall we?"
"You gonna ball-gag us until we say yes?" Dean asked. "Huh, yeah, I've heard that one too."
Zachariah stepped forward and slammed his fist into Dean's stomach.
"Dean!" Amy cried out as Dean folded over.
"I'm going to do a lot more than that," Zachariah threatened. "I've cleared my schedule. Get him up."
Zachariah punched Dean again. Sam began struggling against the angel holding him.
"Screw you," Amy yelled, struggling harder against the angel holding her.
"Let me tell you something," Zachariah said quietly. "I was on the fast track once. Employee of the month, every month, forever. I would walk these halls, and people would avert their eyes!" The house began to shake as Zachariah continued. "I had 'respect''!"
Zachariah paused briefly as the hunters flinched back at his sudden loud outburst. "And then they assigned me you. Now, look at me." He chuckled unhappily. "I can't close the deal on a couple of flannel-wearing maggots? Everybody's laughing at me… and they're right to do it.
Zachariah shrugged. "So! Say yes, don't say yes; I'm still going to take it out of your asses. It's personal now, boys, and the last person in the history of creation you want as your enemy is me. And I'll tell you why. Lucifer may be strong, but I'm…petty. I'm going to be the angel on your shoulder for the rest of eternity."
"Excuse me. Sir?" a different voice asked.
Zachariah turned, and Amy could see an older, black man standing behind him. She raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"I'm in a meeting," Zachariah said to the newcomer.
"I'm sorry. I need to speak to those three," the old man...angel, said, pointing to the hunters.
Zachariah looked back at the hunters, shocked. "Excuse me?"
"It's a bad time, I know, but I'm afraid I have to insist."
Zachariah scoffed. "You don't get to insist jack-squat."
The newcomer didn't seem unnerved. "No, you're right. But the boss does. His orders."
Amy exchanged a look with Sam and Dean.
Zachariah looked uncertain. "You're lying."
"I wouldn't lie about this," the newcomer said, smirking slightly. "Look, fire me if you want. Sooner or later, he's going to come back home, and you know how he is with that whole wrath thing."
Zachariah turned back to the hunters, then back to the newcomer. There was a flutter of wings, and Zachariah and the angels holding the hunters disappeared.
The hunters stepped closer to each other, staring at the angel. All of a sudden, the scenery changed again, and Amy found herself in a conservatory. Around her, she could hear what sounded like a forest.
The angel that had sent Zachariah away was standing at the bottom of a flight of stone steps. Amy followed Sam and Dean down them slowly as she looked around at her surroundings.
"This is heaven's Garden?" Sam asked.
"It's-it's nice… ish. I guess," Dean said.
"You see what you want to here," the angel explained. "For some, it's God's throne room; for others, it's Eden. You three, I believe it's the Cleveland Botanical Gardens." He nodded towards Sam and Dean. "You two came here on a field trip."
Amy frowned. "I've never been to Cleveland."
"We had to make a few exceptions in this case," the angel explained, "since you three were together."
"You're Joshua," Sam realized.
The angel nodded. "I'm Joshua."
"So, you talk to God?" Sam asked.
"Mostly, He talks to me," Joshua corrected.
"Well, we need to speak to Him," Sam insisted. "It's important."
"Where is he?" Dean asked.
"On Earth," Joshua revealed.
Sam and Dean looked shocked at the info. Amy didn't say anything, already knowing where Chuck was and not wanting to give anything away.
"Doing what?" Dean asked.
Joshua shrugged. "I don't know."
"Do you know where on Earth?" Sam asked.
Joshua shook his head. "No, sorry. We don't exactly speak face-to-face."
"I… I don't get it," Dean said, not getting the answer he had been hoping for. "God's not talking to nobody, so…"
"Why's he talking to me?" Joshua finished. "I sometimes think it's because I can sympathize—gardener to gardener—and, between us, I think he gets lonely."
"Well, my heart's breaking for him," Dean said in a disgusted tone.
Sam cut Dean off. "Well, can you at least get him a message for us?"
"Actually, he has a message for you." Joshua's voice got firmer. "Back off."
"Huh?" Amy asked.
"What?"
"He knows already," Joshua said. "Everything you want to tell him."
"But…"
Joshua cut Dean off. "He knows what the angels are doing. He knows that the Apocalypse has begun. He just doesn't think it's his problem."
Dean looked stunned. "Not his problem?"
"God saved you already," Joshua explained. "He put you on that plane. He brought back Castiel. He granted you salvation in heaven-" he turned to Sam, "-and after everything you've done too." The angel turned to Amy next. "He even brought you back after sending you away. It's more than he's intervened in a long time. He's finished. Magic amulet or not, you won't be able to find him."
"But he can stop it," Dean insisted. "He can stop all of it."
Joshua shrugged. "I suppose he could, but he won't."
"Why not?" Dean asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"Why does he allow evil in the first place?" Joshua countered. "You could drive yourself nuts asking questions like that."
"So he's just going to sit back and watch the world burn?"
"I know how important this was to you, Dean," Joshua said softly. "I'm sorry."
Dean nodded. "Forget it," he said emotionally. "Just another dead-beat dad with a bunch of excuses, right. I'm used to that. I'll muddle through."
"Except…" Joshua shook his head, "-you don't know if you can, this time. You can't kill the Devil, and you're losing faith in yourself, your brother, Amy, and now this?"
Amy glanced down, avoiding the angel's eyes. She knew how desperate Dean was about getting God's help.
"God was your last hope," Joshua said apologetically. "I just… I wish I could tell you something different."
Amy finally looked back up as Sam spoke. She glanced over at Dean, who had tears starting to form in his eyes.
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Sam asked.
Joshua frowned. "You think that I would lie?"
"It's just that… you're not exactly the first angel we've met," Sam reminded him.
"Yeah," Amy spoke. "I mean, you saw what Zachariah was doing."
"I'm rooting for you three!" Joshua told them. "I wish I could do more to help you, I do! But... I just trim the hedges."
"So what now?" Dean asked.
"You go home again." Joshua began to walk away, turning back after a few steps. "I'm afraid this time won't be like the last. This time, God wants you-" Joshua lifted a hand, "-to remember."
Amy heard what sounded like a loud gust of wind as she was blinded by a bright light.
February 28th, 2010 - Econo King Motel
Amy's eyes shot open. She quickly sat up, finding herself back on the couch in the motel room. Next to her, Sam sat up as well, followed by Dean.
"Did that really just happen?" Amy asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, it did." He looked down at his bloody chest, then turned to Dean. "You alright?"
Dean groaned. "Define alright." He reached over and picked up his cellphone, standing up as he dialed a number.
As Dean stood up, Amy could see that his back was covered in blood from the exit wounds. She looked down at her own shirt to see that it was soaked in blood.
As Dean stepped into the other room, Amy stood up. She walked towards her bag, sticking her hands in her pocket as she did.
Something in Amy's pocket made her stop. She pulled out the Impala keychain she had gotten from the convention memory and held it up.
"Is that the-?"
Amy nodded. "Yeah." She turned to Dean, who was still on the phone. "I don't think now's a good time to tell Dean he lost the bet, though." She pocketed the keychain. "I'll tell him later."
"Here." Sam pulled out his wallet, handing her a ten-dollar bill.
"Sam, you don't have to do that," Amy said.
"Just take it, Ames," Sam said. "You won the bet."
Amy smiled, finally taking the bill from Sam. "Thanks."
Dean stepped back into the room just as Cas arrived. The angel looked hopeless as he leaned against the room divider.
The hunters began packing their bags. Amy unzipped hers to find a folded piece of paper on top. She quietly opened it up to find two words scribbled onto it: 'You're welcome.' Smiling to herself, she put the note and the keychain into her bag and continued packing.
"Maybe… maybe Joshua was lying," Cas said hopefully.
The hunters turned to him, not saying anything for a moment.
Sam sighed. "I don't think he was, Cas. I'm sorry.
Cas moved to the entryway of the room and looked up as Dean and Amy watched. "You son of a bitch. I believed in…" Cas stopped talking as he stared up at the ceiling.
Dean hesitated slightly, looking as if he wanted to approach Cas, but he didn't move. Cas continued staring up at the ceiling before finally turning back to the hunters. He turned to Dean and pulled the amulet from his pocket.
"I don't need this anymore." Cas tossed the amulet back to Dean, who held it up by the thread. "It's worthless."
Cas turned away, and Sam quickly moved to stop him. "Cas. Wait." His plea fell on deaf ears as Cas disappeared.
Amy sat on the bed as Sam angrily tossed his shirt into his bag. Dean stared at the amulet in his hands, not looking up from it.
"We'll find another way," Sam said, walking forward. "We can still stop all this, Dean."
Dean finally looked up. "How?"
"I don't know," Sam admitted, "but we'll find it. The three of us, we'll find it."
Dean looked disbelievingly at his brother. He grabbed his bag and walked over to the door, passing Sam without a look. He stopped by the door, hesitating for a moment, before dropping the amulet into the trashcan and walking out.
Amy sighed as Sam walked over to the trashcan with an unreadable expression on his face. "He doesn't mean it," she muttered, unsure if she believed that herself.
"I know." Sam reached down and pulled the amulet back out of the trashcan. "I just...this is my fault. All of it."
"We'll figure this out, Sam," Amy said. "I know we will."
Sam sighed. He slipped the necklace into his pocket. "I hope you're right." With that, he left the room, leaving Amy alone.
Amy finally stood up. "Dammit!" she cursed loudly as she kicked the wall. Everything was falling apart, and she felt like there was nothing she could do, not unless she revealed Chuck's secret to Sam and Dean. She couldn't do that, though. She wouldn't do that.
Picking up her bag, Amy finally followed Sam and Dean out to the waiting Impala and climbed into the back. Dean put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot towards their next hunt.
