"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. I already told you everything I know." Ceara told him.
"The crash killed him." Dean said walking around the car back to where Sam said Ceara were.
"You're sure?" Sam asked.
"There's no heart beat so yeah I'm pretty sure."
"Let's get her out of here."
"How do we get her back in her own timeline?"
"Not sure. Wait didn't you say you fall asleep then just woke up here?"
"Yeah." Ceara told him.
"Then go to sleep and hope it works again."
"Okay I'll try."
"Come on we were on our way to a motel . You can sleep there."
"Alright." Dean drove them to the motel they had been headed to.
"Just pick a bed." Sam told Ceara as they walked into their hotel room.
"Okay." She walked over to one of the beds and laid down.
"We'll try and be quiet." Sam told her. He and Dean sat down at the little table that was in the room.
"And you said this town would be boring." Dean said.
"Guess I was wrong." Sam said. "But this makes no sense."
"Which part?"
"All of it. I mean why dose he want to kill her so badly. And time travel?"
"We've done it before."
"I know but that was with Cas."
"You're right. So how'd the crazy dude do it?"
"No clue."
"When did she say she had met us? The first second time?"
"Three months from now."
"Then we have three months to figure it out."
"Do you think she's asleep?"
"How should I know?"
"Maybe we have to sleep. I mean otherwise she would just disappear right?"
"I guess so. But you sleep on the floor."
"Ceara are you alright?" Sam asked her. When she opened her eyes she saw him and Dean looking back at her from the front seat of the car.
"Yeah." She told him. "I'm fine just had a weird dream."
"That wasn't a dream." Dean told her. "Unless we had the same one three months ago."
"But how is that possible?"
"We don't know yet." Sam told her. "We're close though."
"You need to get to bed before your dad finds out that you're not here."
"Okay."
"We'll meet up with you in the morning. Have breakfast and talk okay?"
"Okay." She got out of the car and then walked in her house.
"Where have you been?" Her father asked as she walked in the front door.
"With Sam and Dean."
"Who?"
"Doesn't matter."
"It does to matter. Do you have any idea how late it is?"
"No."
"Go to bed!"
"Okay."
"Hey dad I'm gonna go get breakfast with a few friends." Ceara said walking down the stairs the next morning.
"Which friends?" He asked.
"You don't know them."
"Where are you going to eat?"
"A place with food and that's about all I know."
"Fine but come back as soon as you're done. It might be Saturday but you still have homework."
"No I don't. They didn't hand out any yesterday and I've finished all that I had."
"You still can't be gone all day."
"Fine." She left the house and stared walking to the Cafe She would meet Sam and Dean at. She was waiting to cross the street when she heard a very familiar voice. "Ceara?" She turned around and saw Peter standing behind her.
"Hey." She said trying and failing to not sound surprised.
"Hey? I've not seen you since you ran off three months ago and now I just get a hey?"
"Right sorry. About that I had a family emergency thing. Sorry."
"That's fine. Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah everyone's fine."
"Okay well I'd love to see you later."
"Yeah me too."
"I've got something to do with my dad right now but maybe later?"
"Your dad?"
"Yeah just a few errands."
"Okay well call me when you're done."
"Okay."
"Bye." She ran across the street without even looking and ran to the Cafe. She went and sat at the table Sam and Dean were at.
"I saw Peter."
"Really?" Sam asked. "So he's alive?"
"Yeah and so is his dad."
"What? That's not possible." Dean said. "He was dead."
"Yeah like you've never dealt with someone who came back to life."
"We have but it's a real pain in the butt."
"Did you see his dad?" Sam asked.
"No but Peter said he had to run some errands with his dad."
"Why dose his dad want to kill you?"
"I told you. I don't know."
"I think you do." Dean told her.
"Well I don't."
"We believe you." Sam told her. "But we need to find out so if there was ever anything that he seemed to not like now would be a good time to tell us."
"He just always hated me. Since I met Peter."
"Can you think of any reasons for that?"
"No. Not really."
"You met Peter before your mom died right?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Just making sure."
"Does that have to do with anything?"
"Not really no."
"We need in that basement." Dean said.
"Is this Attack on Titan now?" Ceara asked.
"What's that?"
"It's a show. Just move on."
"Okay well I don't think we should take Ceara back there." Sam said.
"But if Peters back then can't she visit him?"
"His dad won't let me." Ceara told him.
"Really?" Sam asked.
"Never has wanted me in that house."
"Then Dean and I will break in."
"What do you think happened to Peters grave?" Dean asked.
"We can take a look."
"It's just blank." Ceara said. "Why does it matter?" They were standing in front of ,what used to be, Peter's grave.
"That one is still there and blank." Dean said.
"So?"
"What do you think are in these blank graves?"
"Dirt."
"We can check." Sam said.
"You're going to dig up a grave?"
"Done it before."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Keep watch." Dean told her. "Let us know if you see anyone."
"Okay." Sam and Dean pulled out two shovels from their bag and started digging up the first grave.
"Nothing." Dean said.
"What about Peters?"
"Won't it be that same?" Ceara asked.
"Probably but might as well check."
"Okay." Sam and Dean started digging up Peters grave.
"I hit something." Sam said.
"Is it a rock?" Dean asked.
"Yes Dean it's a rock and I just wanted to tell you. No it looks like wood."
"Break it."
"You two do remember that it's broad daylight right?" Ceara asked.
"That's why you're keeping watch."
"Fine." Sam started hitting the wood planks with his shovel till it broke in the middle.
"What?" Sam said.
"What is it?" Dean asked.