Callie was groggy when Ari woke her up a little after seven the next morning. They'd been up getting answers from Crowley until almost five AM, and she was exhausted. Ari had no clue anything was going on, or that her mom had spent the whole night finding out some truth about who they were. All Ari knew was that she was hungry and wanted pancakes.

"Mommy, please!" she said again, jostling Callie's arm.

"Yeah, okay, just give me a few minutes, sweet girl."

Callie bit her lip as she thought about what she had learned. Crowley confirmed Cas was Ari's dad. Ava's dad. And she wasn't Callie, she was Elena, and she could do extraordinary things. Right now, she could barely remember that she was supposed to be getting up and making pancakes, let alone re-train her brain about who she was supposed to be. She had no idea how she was going to explain it to Ari, or if she should try at this point. The more answers she had, the more questions they seemed to generate.

Sam and Dean had been shocked by the revelations as well. They noticed gaps and fuzziness in their memories, but until Crowley filled in the blanks, they had no idea the depth of it all. When they found out how much Cas had removed, they had both looked sick.

"How do you know about all this, anyway?" Dean had asked at one point, and Callie thought it was a good question. From Crowley's own retelling, he wasn't usually an immediate observer. It didn't make sense that he knew so much of the story, until he explained.

"Castiel told me himself."

"Bullshit," Dean said immediately.

"God's honest," Crowley retorted. "Of course, he may have been under the influence of a spell at the time." He continued explaining that when Castiel wanted to wipe her and Ari's memories, he had gone to Crowley for assistance. Crowley used a spell that required some Angel Grace, and had siphoned off a bit for himself.

"It was research. I had him tell me so I knew what to avoid that might trigger her."

"Sure," Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"It's true! Well," Crowley scoffed. "True enough. And I was doing a good job until Thing One and Thing Two showed up. Barely cleaned up the mess the first time."

"What mess? What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"I don't remember anything happening, our investigation didn't really…well, I don't remember clearly, but it didn't go anywhere," Sam said, exchanging a concerned with Dean.

"Crowley?" Callie asked. "When Ari had that episode, the coma…that doctor…I can't remember what happened either, not clearly."

Crowley looked at her sadly, and Callie felt her heart drop through her stomach.

"You said you didn't do anything to me," Callie began.

"I said I didn't do this to you," Crowley corrected.

"Well, you did something! And you lied to me! You said you've always told me the truth, but you didn't! You lied, just like he did."

"I NEVER lied to you! What was I supposed to do? They caught me there with you, they thought you were a witch. They were trying to kill you and you were starting to get triggered! I had no choice! I had to protect you both!"

"Fix it. If you did it, you can fix it, right? So just undo it."

Crowley stared back at Callie, furious. Almost instantly, the fury was gone and replaced with resignation.

"Fine," he said, and snapped his fingers.

Callie's memories rushed back immediately like a video stuck in fast-forward, but somehow her brain kept up. She looked over at Sam and Dean, who both had glazed expressions. When she looked back at Crowley with confusion, he shrugged.

"You're not human, love, remember? Better, I already told you that."

Callie looked down at the floor, her cheeks growing warm as she remembered kissing him. He told her back then that she'd changed him. With nothing to compare it to, all she knew was that he'd perpetuated the lie that was her life. A lie created by the coward angel who had chosen to flee instead of facing the consequences of his actions and taking responsibility for what he'd done. Another minute passed before Sam and Dean snapped out of whatever they were experiencing. Dean immediately looked at Callie with disgust.

"You were making out with Crowley?"

"You were a dick back then and you're a dick now," Callie replied.

"Hey! Both of you, stop," Sam said, holding up his hands at them. Callie bit her lip and looked away, signaling her assent. Dean rolled his eyes and muttered "Whatever, man," but said nothing else.

"Mind letting me out now?" Crowley asked pointedly, indicating his head to the Devil's trap on the ground.

"Actually, we do mind," Dean began. "I think it's time you got a tour of the dungeon."

"That wasn't our deal, Squirrel."

"Mom, I'm so hungryyyyy," Ari whined, snapping Callie's mind back to the present.

Ari dragged her into the bunker's kitchen, and she was surprised to see Sam already there with a pot of coffee brewing.

"How'd you sleep, kiddo?" Sam asked Ari, who giggled and grinned in response.

"Someone's hoping I can make her pancakes, but I'm not sure what supplies you have…" Callie trailed off, still uncomfortable about overstepping in any way.

"We can definitely do pancakes! I actually make some pretty yummy ones, if you wanna give them a try?" Sam asked Ari, who nodded vigorously.

Callie smiled gratefully at him, happy to collapse into a seat with only the responsibility of drinking a mug of coffee. She had no idea how to process the rest of what Crowley told them. She had been an integral part of their lives, even lived with another Hunter named Bobby who had helped raise Sam and Dean. Bobby was dead, killed by Leviathans. She couldn't make herself mourn the news of his passing when she remembered nothing. Hearing about her life as a human from Crowley felt less personal than reading a book. At least in a book, she could get lost in the characters and immerse herself in the world. She felt so far removed from it all, despite it being the story of her life.

As she watched Sam entertain Ari with mixing and cooking, she thought about how Crowley described her relationship with these two men. They were apparently like brothers to her, but again, it didn't feel like it. She could imagine that developing in time with Sam, because he was warm and caring and sweet, but she didn't feel that way with him or with Dean. In fact, she couldn't imagine a world where she even got along with Dean, let alone had such a strong relationship with him.

As if her thoughts had summoned him, Dean walked into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Sam and Ari and frowning in disgust when he saw Callie. She glared right back at him. According to Crowley, Dean had been very protective of her while she was pregnant with Ari. Callie had a hard time believing it based on how he was treating her now. Somehow, he seemed even more angry at her than before, as if she were responsible somehow.

Sam had noticed the tension in the room and quickly passed Dean a mug of his own. Dean barely grunted as he took the mug, slowly sipping the coffee.

"There a problem?" he asked her, and Callie frowned in confusion.

"Problem?"

"Yeah, somethin' wrong? 'Cause you keep starin' at me, and I'm gettin' real tired of it."

"That's how you talk to me and you think I'm the one who's got a problem? Why don't you look in the mirror."

"Never had a bad review with the ladies about the way I look," Dean replied.

"I can't believe we were friends," Callie muttered.

"That's the first thing you've said I agree with."

"You know, you're a real jack—"

"Who wants pancakes?" Sam said loudly, interrupting Callie.

"I do!" Ari shouted, jumping up and down.

Sam gave Dean and Callie a sharp look, indicating to Ari. Callie felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment at how she'd ignored her daughter's presence. Living with the knowledge she possessed was much harder than she imagined, especially because she couldn't get back her memories. She was sure it would be easier to forget this life if she had her real life back, but in the meantime, she was overwhelmed and distracted and struggling to keep it together.

Somehow Callie managed to make it through breakfast, a feat she attributed solely to Sam's willingness to entertain Ari and help take care of her. When she wanted more pancakes, he hopped up to cook more without hesitation. He kept up with Ari's endless chatter and answered the odd variety of questions she'd asked. Things like, are male ladybeetles still called ladybeetles, and why is pigeon pronounced pidge-in instead of pig-eon.

Dean surprised her when he collected the dirty dishes and began washing them. Ari had left momentarily to go to the bathroom, so Callie acted quickly and grabbed Sam's arm. His eyes widened a little and she noticed him swallow quickly, but she ignored it, feeling the pressure of the time crunch to come up with a plan before Ari returned.

"We need to talk about what's happening," she told him. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't know if you have any clue what to do, but I need something. I need to know there's a plan. This can't be where this ends, with this…insanity. I mean, I'm not human? Ari's not human? She's not even…her name's not even Ari? I can't explain any of this to her when I don't even really know myself."

Sam shook his head, giving her a sympathetic look.

"Of course not," he agreed. "No one expects you to. Dean and I will come up with a plan for our next move. We'll get Cas to fix this somehow."

"How could you even say that? I mean, he's a flippin' angel, how are you going to make him do anything?"

She could tell Sam was worried but trying to appear confident for her sake.

"I'm sure we'll figure it out. Cas has been with us through a lot. He's not just going to turn his back on us for good, no matter what he did."

Before Callie could respond, Ari flounced back in.

"Hey, sweet girl," Callie greeted her.

"I wanna go outside!" Ari whined immediately.

Callie glanced at Sam hesitantly, biting her lip as she considered how to handle the request. Much to her relief, he picked up her silent request and answered.

"Uh, it's probably best to stay close to the bunker for right now, kiddo," he said to Ari, crouching down so that he didn't tower over her as much. Even in an almost-kneeling position, he had a solid foot over Ari.

"Why can't we go to a park or something?" Ari pouted, and Callie saw Sam wavering a little. Callie found her footing again and took over for him this time.

"Sweet girl, we have to be careful. They know what they're doing, okay? They'll keep us safe, but we have to listen."

"Where's that guy?" Ari asked.

"Which guy?"

"The weird one with the big coat on all the time. He's really quiet, but I really like him. I made him smile!"

Callie looked at Sam, frozen in her tracks. She couldn't tell Ari who the man was, or what he had done to them. She couldn't tell Ari that instead of helping them to remember, he had run away like a coward with the answers she desperately needed.

"Cas is just…you know, he's got some…" Sam stumbled trying to answer.

"Cas had some stuff to do but he'll be back in no time," Dean finished for Sam as he walked back over to them. "Speaking of stuff to do, Sam and I have a few things to work on. We should get going on them, right Sammy?"

Sam stood back up and nodded.

"Yeah, we should. You have fun outside, but listen to your mom, okay? And don't go far," he reminded, giving Callie a pointed look.

Callie did her best to keep Ari entertained, but Ari's attention kept wandering and eventually she gave up on fighting screen time. The bunker had been exciting at first, but with the stress of recent revelations, Callie felt more like a prisoner than a guest. After setting Ari up with a movie on Sam's laptop, Callie went outside again and texted Crowley, half-expecting him to stay away after everything that happened. Dean had let him go eventually, but she expected Crowley was still sour about the ordeal. Much to her surprise, he appeared almost immediately behind her.

"Everything okay, love?" he asked, his eyes quickly looking her over.

"Not even close."

Crowley raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.

"I know, you told me. But that doesn't mean I didn't need to know."

Crowley stayed silent, his hands in his coat pockets, watching her. Callie bit her lip and shook her head, frustrated by the lack of control she had over what was happening.

"Can you get him to come back?"

"Castiel? I'm afraid that's a bit beyond my reach. But you can."

Callie frowned in confusion.

"How could I make him come back?"

"According to what he told me, you've done it before. Something about a near-death experience, demons gone wild. He said you could sense him and you pulled him back to you. You didn't know at the time you could do it."

"How?"

Crowley gave a short laugh and smiled fondly at her.

"Darling, you're magical."

"Well, I don't remember anything about it, so how could I even try to do it again? If I didn't know the first time and all, and now I know even less about myself, and about him."

"He said it was something like a hum. Notice any humming?"

"Is that some sort of angel joke?"

"Not in the least. I don't pretend to understand it, I'm just passing along what I know."

Callie frowned again, concentrating. When she tuned everything out, including Crowley, she noticed there was something she could sense. She waited a few moments, hoping it would get clearer. As she stilled, she realized there was a tugging at her, from deep within. It felt familiar and warm and bubbly, just like…

"Ari," Callie whispered.

"Mommy?" Ari said, her voice panicked.

Callie's eyes flew open in shock at her daughter standing before her.

"Lady Arella! How lovely of you to join us," Crowley said, giving Ari a wide smile.

"Holden! When did you get here?"

"It's Crowley, love, remember?" he reminded her gently, and Ari rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner.

"How did she get out here?" Callie asked, looking to see if there was a secret door somewhere that Ari had used to appear.

"That's your doing, love. You felt her and called for her."

Ari looked at Callie curiously.

"You made me come here? How? Is it because we're not humans? Can I do stuff like that too? What else can I do?"

Callie hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much she wanted to reveal to Ari.

"Yes, it's because we aren't human, sweet girl. We have to try and be extra safe right now, so I don't want you trying to do anything. I'm going to talk a little more with Crowley, so let's get you back to your movie, okay?"

Ari nodded and allowed Callie to lead her back inside. Crowley was standing in the same place, waiting patiently, when Callie returned.

"Thanks for waiting," she said, and he shrugged in response.

"Anything for you," he replied. "Now that you know you can do it, why don't you try finding the right…hum, or whatever you bloody call it."

"I don't even know how I could. I mean, I think I'm only in tune with Ari because she's part of me. Or part of her is."

"Well, there you go, love. Focus on the part that isn't you."

Callie frowned, unsure if she could separate the pull like Crowley suggested.

"I'll try."