After several long-awaited months, the sequel is here! I'm sorry about the wait, but life got in the way. At the moment, I don't have a set upload schedule but if that changes, I will let you all know. With that being said, enjoy the first chapter to the Fallen sequel.


January 13th, 2010 - New Haven, Connecticut

"Sam?" The name caught in Amy's throat, barely coming out in a whisper. The last time she had seen the hunter, he had fallen into the pit to Lucifer's cage, along with Michael. That was almost a year ago, but now he was here? Alive? Standing in front of her without a scratch on him?

"Hey, Ames," Sam said. His voice seemed cold, almost distant. "Come on. We gotta go." He turned and began walking out of the room.

Amy stared at the hunter in disbelief. "Hey, Ames?" she called after him, her voice growing louder. She ran after Sam, rushing past him and turning to stop him in his tracks. "Hey, Ames?" she repeated. "I haven't seen you in almost a god damned year, and all I get is a 'hey, Ames'?" She gave the Winchester a hard shove. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Sam said, although his tone was unapologetic. "But can we talk about this in the car?"

"No, we cannot 'talk about this in the car.'" Amy crossed her arms. "How long have you been back?"

Sam let out a sigh. "Almost a year," he mumbled.

"Almost a-" Amy stopped herself and took a deep breath to stop herself from strangling the man in front of her. "Have you been back this entire time?" She quickly held up a hand as Sam opened his mouth to speak. "And I swear to God, if you lie to me, I'll kill you again."

"Yeah, I've been back the whole time, Amy," Sam said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Amy scoffed at Sam's tone. It was almost as if he didn't care about the hell she and, she assumed, Dean had gone through the past year.

"Wait, where's Dean?" Amy asked, noticing that the other hunter wasn't in the room.

"I don't know," Sam said coldly.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Amy repeated. "I would think that after finding out his brother was alive, he wouldn't just let you go off on your own."

"Dean doesn't know."

Amy stared at Sam. "He doesn't know?" She took another deep breath to calm herself. "So, let me get this straight. You told me before you told your brother? What about Bobby?"

Sam sighed. "Bobby knows."

"So, basically, everyone except your brother, the person who matters most in this conversation, knows that you've been back for almost a year?" Amy scoffed and shook her head. "I can't believe you."

"Look, Amy," Sam snapped. "We really can't stay here, alright? So where's your stuff?"

Amy frowned. This wasn't the Sam she knew. Something about him seemed cold and distant as if Hell had changed him.

She quickly shook off the thought. "It's in my car," she said, pointing down the hallway.

"Good, let's get out of here." Sam turned and headed down the hallway without waiting for her, leaving Amy standing in stunned silence between the dead demon bodies.

After a moment, Amy picked up her feet and followed Sam out of the house. She found him standing by the front door, tapping his foot, and pulled out her car keys. Then, walking past Sam without a word, she unlocked the car and opened the driver's side door. "Are you coming with me, or do you have your own car?"

"With you." Sam slid into the passenger side and slammed the door shut.

Amy let out a heavy sigh before getting into the driver's seat and starting the engine. "Are you mad at me or something?" she finally asked.

Sam frowned, finally showing a hint of emotion as he turned to her. "No, why would you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know!" Amy snapped. "You were acting fine not that long ago, and then it was like something in your mind switched suddenly, and now you're cold and distant. This isn't the Sam I know."

"I just got out of Hell, Amy!" Sam snapped back.

"Nine months ago!" Amy had never yelled so much in her life, let alone been this angry. "And you didn't tell anyone. Actually, no, I take that back. You told Bobby. But you didn't tell your own brother or your adoptive sister. You didn't tell the people that really mattered. So if anyone should be angry, it's me. And Dean, when he finds out."

"You can't tell Dean," Sam said quickly.

"Why not?" Amy asked. "Give me one good reason."

"You just can't, alright?"

Amy scoffed. "Is that the best you can come up with? You just can't? The only thing stopping me from picking up my phone and calling Dean is that I know he won't answer his cell. But nothing is stopping me from driving to Lisa's house to tell him in person."

"Amy," Sam jerked around in his seat, and the sudden movement made her flinch. He quickly relaxed and took a deep breath. "Don't tell Dean, alright?" His expression softened. "I just…I don't want him to know just yet."

Amy relaxed her grip on the steering wheel. "Fine," she agreed reluctantly. "But I'm not happy about it." She finally drove the car and pulled away from the old house.


Starlight Motel

They got back to Amy's motel around ten minutes later. Amy didn't say a word to Sam as she parked the car and got out. Instead, she started up to her motel room, leaving Sam to follow.

Amy unlocked the motel room and stepped inside. She held the door open for Sam and tossed her keys down on the table.

"So," Sam began uneasily. "What have you been up to?"

Amy shrugged. She couldn't bring herself to look at the hunter standing by the doorway. "Not much. I've been staying with my grandparents these past several months. It's been…fine, I guess. I've gotten to know them quite a bit."

"That's good," Sam said. He cleared his throat. "Listen, why don't you, uh, grab your stuff, and we can head out. I've got some people I've been staying with. Other hunters."

Amy finally turned to Sam. "Sam, I can't just go. Not now, anyway. All my stuff is at my grandparents' house in Lawrence. Plus, I can't just leave without telling them anything. They'd be worried sick about me."

Sam sighed in frustration. "Just, make it quick, alright? Give your grandparents a call, let them know what's happening, then we need to go."

"Excuse me?" Amy asked, voice rising again. "You don't get to just do that, alright? You don't just get to show up out of nowhere and think I'm just gonna drop everything and go with you!"

"You have to, Amy!"

"Like hell, I do!" Amy snapped. "Look, I'm glad that you're back, alright? Really, I am. But I've actually had a home to live in these past nine months, and you don't get to just come in and take it all away from me now." She took a deep breath. "I will go with you when I'm ready. Just text me an address or something, and I'll be there. But I need time to say goodbye to my grandparents, alright? I've just started getting to know them, and I can't just leave them like that."

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but Amy stood her ground, glaring at the previously dead hunter with daggers in her eyes. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed. "I'll meet you where I've been staying. Just don't take too long." Without another word, he turned and walked out of the motel room.

Amy watched the door close behind Sam, then sat down on her bed. Knowing it was useless, she still pulled out her phone and dialed Dean's number. She paced back and forth across the room as the phone rang, growing more and more anxious with each passing second.

"This is Dean Winchester. I can't come to the phone right now but leave your name, number, and nightmare at the tone."

Amy let out a loud groan as the familiar beep played in her ear. "Dean, answer your damn phone, would you?" She spun around to face the motel room door, making sure Sam hadn't returned to the room. "Sam's alive," she said. "You hear me? He's alive. I know you probably won't believe me, but I'm telling you, your brother is back from Hell. He saved me during a hunt, which we'll get to later." She took a breath as she composed her thoughts. "Bobby knows as well," she revealed. "He didn't want me to tell you but, it didn't feel right keeping something like this from you. So, please...just this once, listen to your voicemail and call me back. I don't know what to do. I need you, Dean."

Sighing in frustration at getting absolutely nowhere, Amy ended the call and slipped her phone back into her pocket. Why had she even bothered calling Dean? It had been months since she'd spoken to him. It wasn't like he would answer his phone now, after all this time.

Her bag hadn't been unpacked when she'd gotten to the motel, so she slung the strap over her shoulder and headed out to her car. Why had Sam come to her of all people? Why not his own brother? How had he even found her in an abandoned house in New Haven?

Amy didn't have time to think about that right now. She tossed her bag into the backseat as her phone dinged with a text from an unknown number. The text contained an address and nothing else, so she assumed Sam had gotten a new phone number.

"Lansing, Michigan, huh?" she muttered, scanning over the text. That was probably a half-day drive from Lawrence.

Still wondering why the hell she was doing this, Amy got into her car and drove out of the parking lot.


January 15th, 2010 - Lawrence, Kansas

Amy reached her grandparents' house a day later. She pulled up in front of the house and sat there in the driver's seat, staring up at the front door of the place she had spent nearly a year at. What would she tell her grandparents? Should she even be doing this? She could just ignore Sam entirely and go back to her life. Why would she do that, though? Sam and Dean were her family just as much as her grandparents were.

Mentally preparing herself for the conversation she was about to have, she shut off the engine. She stepped out of the car, leaving her bag inside. The door opened as she made her way up the pathway, and April stepped out, a confused expe.

"Amy?" April asked. "You're back? We didn't expect you so soon."

"Yeah, I know," Amy said hesitantly. "I just, um-"

"Is everything okay?"

Amy nodded. "Yeah, there is, uh, actually something I need to talk to both of you about."

April nodded. "Why don't you come inside, then?"

Amy stepped inside the house, keeping her head down. She made her way to the living room, where her grandfather was reading a newspaper. "Hey, grandpa," she said, getting the old man's attention.

James looked up from the paper. "Amelia!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"She says she has something she needs to tell us," April told her husband. She sat down on the couch next to him and gestured to the armchair.

Amy sat down and took a deep breath. It was better to get it out now rather than stall and put it off longer. "Sam's back," she began. "Sam Winchester."

"Sam Winchester?" James asked. "I thought you said he had died."

"He did," Amy said before quickly correcting herself. "He was. But he's back now?" She let out a long sigh. "I don't really know. Sam and Dean have died more times than any normal human should, so this isn't really that surprising."

"So, then, what's the problem, kiddo?" James asked.

"The problem is that Sam's apparently been back for nine months, this entire time. He showed up out of nowhere on the hunt I was just on, said he told Bobby he was back, and now me, but hasn't told his own brother. And to make things worse, he told me he's staying at this place with some other hunters and just expects me to meet him there. He almost dragged me there straight from the motel, but I told him I didn't want to go. I just….I don't know what to do."

During Amy's rant, her grandparents exchanged glances, nodding at each other as she finished.

April turned to her. "You should go with him."

Amy looked at her grandmother in shock. "What? Why? Do you...do you guys not want me here anymore or something?"

"Oh, darling, no, of course not!" April quickly said. "You're always welcome here. But, if Sam's back, then you should go be with him. We know Sam and Dean were like a family to you for years."

"So, you're not upset or anything?" Amy asked.

James leaned forward. "Amelia, like your grandmother said, you will always be welcome here. But we both know you don't belong cooped up in one place for too long."

Amy couldn't help but feel guilty. "Are you sure?"

April nodded. "We're sure."

Amy didn't say anything. Instead, she quickly stood up and wrapped her arms around her grandparents in a hug. "I love you guys," she whispered. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

"Is Sam expecting you anytime soon?" James asked.

Amy straightened back up and shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Then, why don't you stay for one more night, okay? We can make your favorite dinner. How does that sound?"

Amy smiled. "That sounds good, gramps."


Amy found herself barely able to eat the spaghetti sitting in front of her. Instead, she poked at the meatballs. Was she really going to leave all this behind and go back to Sam and Dean? Sure, they were like family to her, sure, but her grandparents were her real family.

"You alright there, kiddo?"

Amy glanced up from her plate to see her grandparents looking at her with equally concerned expressions, both of them with empty plates.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Amy said quickly. "Just nervous, I guess. I've really liked staying here and having a place to call home for the past year."

"You know you're always welcome back here, right?" Her grandmother asked.

Amy nodded, giving her grandmother a smile. "I know." She looked back down at her plate and pushed it away. "I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling very hungry, I guess."


Amy dropped her bag onto her bed and walked over to her dresser. If she was really going to do this, she needed to get packing now. After a moment's hesitation, she opened the top drawer and began taking everything out.

After a few short minutes, she packed all her clothes into her bag. The only thing left was her gun, which she had put on the highest shelf in her room. Out of sight, out of mind. Reaching her hand out, she brought the now dust-covered pistol to her hand. She put it at the top of her bag and zipped it closed before picking it up and heading out of the room.

Her grandparents were sitting in the living room when she entered. The TV was playing an old show that Amy didn't recognize.

"You all packed?" April asked.

Amy nodded. "Yeah." She let out a sigh as she glanced down at the ground. "Are you guys sure about this?"

"We want you to be happy, Amelia," her grandfather insisted. "I know we haven't known you for very long, but we know you don't belong cooped up here for the rest of your life."

Amy nodded. "You might be right."

"Just make sure you keep us updated, okay?" James asked.

Amy nodded. "Deal." She shifted her bag to her other shoulder. "Well, I should probably get going if I don't wanna get there too late."

"Drive safe," April said. "And please make sure you actually call us when you get there this time?"

Amy glanced down, feeling guilty for breaking her last promise. "I won't. I promise."

April nodded. "Good. I don't wanna have to worry about you."

Amy chuckled slightly. "Sorry, grandma."

"Now then-"

Amy's grandfather was suddenly cut off as he was thrown across the room. He landed with a loud grunt as he hit the wall.

"Grandpa!"

"James!"

Amy turned to see a tall man standing in the middle of the dining room, messy brown hair slightly covering his eyes. "Who the hell are you?" she snapped.

"I've been watching you, Amelia Jones."

Amy grimaced, trying to hide the fear inside her. "Ugh. Listen, I've never had a crazy-ex stalker before, or any ex for that matter. But if this is what that's like, then I'm glad I missed out."

Out of the corner of her eye, Amy saw her grandmother rush to her husband's side. The frail, old man groaned as he was helped up.

She turned back to the strange man. "I said, who are you?" she repeated angrily.

The man laughed. "After all we've been through, you don't recognize me? I mean, come on-" the man blinked, revealing a pair of solid black eyes,"-it was because of me you didn't get to know your dear parents."

"Shit," Amy whispered, slight panic in her voice. She glared at the demon. "The hell took you so long?"

The demon began walking around, studying everything in the room. "Someone out there clearly didn't want you to be found," he said. "I've been looking for you for over two decades."

Amy kept her eyes trained on the demon. She knew exactly who had kept the demon from finding her. She just couldn't say.

"But then three years ago, you suddenly popped up again," the demon continued, answering her question.

"So, what do you want?" Amy asked. "Come to finish the job?" She let out another laugh. "You couldn't even kill a helpless baby at the time. What makes you think you can kill me now?"

The demon knife was in Amy's bag, but it would take too long to dig it out. Guess her grandparents were about to find out about her powers after all. She slid the bag off her shoulder.

The demon laughed. "Big mistake." With a wave of his hand, he threw the young girl across the room.

Amy hit the opposite wall with a thud. She heard her grandmother let out a gasp as she slid down to the floor.

In the blink of an eye, the demon was in front of Amy. The hunter feigned fright as she tried to back away. The demon held out his hand, quickly pinning her against the wall, a foot or so off the ground.

Amy could barely move her head. She moved her eyes to where her bag was, her vision briefly pausing on her grandparents huddled in the corner.

"I've waited years for this moment," the demon sneered.

Amy groaned as the demon began closing up her throat. Then, moving her hand only the tiniest bit, she quickly unzipped her bag and brought out the demon knife.

Faster than anyone could react, the knife was lodged in the demon's back. Light flickered from his eyes and mouth, and then he dropped to the ground, dead.

Amy fell to the ground and slumped to her knees as she tried to regain her breath.

"Amy?" A quiet voice asked.

Amy turned to face her grandparents. They hadn't moved from the corner and were now looking at her with a mix of emotions.

"Grandma, grandpa, are you…." Amy paused for a moment as she worded her question in her head. "Are you guys okay?"

"Are we okay?" Her grandma asked. "Are you? That demon had you pinned against the wall, and then you...you killed him without even touching him. You made a knife fly across the room with your mind!"

"I'm sorry," Amy said quickly. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you guys about that."

"Why are you apologizing?" James spoke for the first time. "If you hadn't done that, we'd all be dead."

Amy stood up. "So, you guys aren't scared or anything?"

April stood up next, helping her husband to the couch. "Of course not!"

"And," James spoke, "that's just even more reason for you to go back to those Winchesters. Something tells me they're gonna need you."

"But first, you need to tell us exactly how you did that," April added.

"Uh, right," Amy said. She didn't know why she was so nervous telling her grandparents about her powers. After all, she'd told friends about them and even Ruby at one point. Maybe because her grandparents were family? "So, basically, long story short, I've had them since that night my parents died."

Amy's grandparents stared at her for a moment. "I...think we're gonna need a bit more context than that," her grandfather finally said.

Amy nodded. "Okay, okay. Well, the first thing you should know is that I wasn't being completely honest when I said I grew up in an orphanage. I'm sorry," she added quickly, "but I had just met you and didn't really wanna drop everything on you at once."

"So then, where did you grow up?" April asked.

"Still in an orphanage," Amy said, "just in the future. The 2000s, to be precise. I was sent there the night mom and dad died and ended up with these powers in the process."

She demonstrated them again by making the newspaper float a few inches off the table before gently setting it down again.

"Have you had those this whole time you've been living here?" April asked.

"Uh...yes?"

"So you're telling me, all those times I handed you the step-stool to get something from the top shelf you didn't actually need it?"

Amy darted her eyes towards the ground. "Yes?" she asked again hesitantly.

April shook her head. "Well, now we know who to call when we need help reaching something," she joked.

Amy snickered a little bit. "I think it's about time for me to get going now, though. For real, this time."

Before she could react, Amy had been pulled over to the couch and was engulfed in a hug.

"Stay safe," James whispered.

"I will," Amy half-promised. She pulled away from the hug and grabbed her bag off of the ground. "I'll call you guys when I get there."

"You better this time." April flashed her a smile. "We love you, Amy. Don't forget that, okay?"

Amy shook her head. "I won't. I'll see you guys, hopefully, later."

"Don't be a stranger again!"

Amy chuckled at her grandfather's joke. Then, saying one last goodbye, she headed out the front door and made her way to her car. She popped open the trunk and set her bag inside before slamming the lid down and climbing into the driver's seat.

Setting up the navigation, Amy backed out of her grandparent's driveway for what she hoped wasn't the last time. She dialed Sam's number as she started down the main road.

"Yeah?"

"Sam? Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm on my way."