The day she died started like any other day. The Winchesters and Zoe had agreed on a small day off at the beach. They splashed each other in the water, and generally had a good time. That was, of course, before the screams started. A body had been found in one of the storage sheds. The boys went to investigate, Zoe trailing behind, hoping to see what it was about.

They found sulfur around the body. Fearing for her safety, they dropped her off at the nearest motel with instructions to not open the door for anyone except them.

That was their first mistake. Leaving her alone.

The second was underestimating the demon. It impersonated a maid and entered the room. It attacked, leaving her with very little time to react before it subdued her. She tried to fight, hoping to exorcise the thing, but it gagged her. She prayed for Castiel, to alert the boys or come himself.

They didn't come in time. By the time the boys had returned to the motel, she was on the brink of death. Sam was the first to react, attacking the demon. Dean managed to grab a hold on it for Sam to plunge the knife into its abdomen.

It laughed, enjoying the pain it caused.

Zoe only registered pain. In her head, everything had gone to red, her mind shutting down everything to try and stay alive. She barely registered Sam lifting her up, yelling for Dean to call an ambulance. Blood filled her mouth, and each breath sent another shot of pain through her body.

The ambulance didn't come in time.

It took her only a moment to register what had happened.

Sam knelt in front of her, his back turned. He repeated her name, over and over, begging her to wake up. She called out to him, softly at first, then louder, and again, each time with more and more force until she realized that it didn't matter how loud she screamed, he couldn't hear her.

The paramedics declared her dead on the scene. Police arrived to question the boys, but they determined the killing of the maid to be of self defence. The cameras had picked up the maid killing another tenant in the motel.

'Hello Zoe.'

Death watched her, his face betraying no emotion as he stood next to her watching Sam.

'Please,' she begged, 'let me stay. I can't leave now.'

Death glanced at her, 'You know my answer, child.'

She shook her head, 'I can't. They'll try to bring me back.'

'It will be impossible,' Death said, 'I will make quite sure of it. I truly do wish there was another way, but your work is done, child. There is nothing left for you here. Come, I will show you the way out.'
She didn't stop him when he placed a cold hand on her head. Warmth flooded through her, and Death disappeared. He wished her luck, promising to reap her properly in her own world, for Death had many forms. She didn't doubt it. Perhaps she could meet the boys again, after death.

Her only consolation was the crazy story she'd have for her friends when she returned.

Wrong. The universe felt wrong. Supernatural had always felt wrong,but years of living there had made her desensitized to it. But this world, it wasn't supernatural. It wasn't even her home world. It didn't take long for her body to realize it was alive again, taking in large gulps of air.

Someone was at her side, helping her sit upright.

'There we go,' he encouraged, 'Big lungful of air.'

Zoe attempted to move, but the spinning room did little to help nor did it keep her stomach down. Sight was the first to come back, her eyes taking a while to adjust to the sudden brightness. Whoever this man was, he wasn't Death. She turned, ignoring her pounding head to identify the man who found her.

'Hello,' he greeted, 'You feeling alright?'

She only managed to shake her head before bending over to empty her stomach contents again. When she looked up again, a familiar came into focus.

'Oh fuck my life,' she groaned.

The Tenth Doctor, as portrayed by David Tennant, watched her with a mixture of concern and confusion.

No. This couldn't be happening. She was supposed to be home, not in another fictional universe. Did Death make a mistake? Did he miss entirely? Not possible. Not possible.

'I'm supposed to be home,' she said.

'Well that can't be too much of a problem,' the Doctor said, 'Where is home?'

She would have laughed at that. Death, a seemingly all powerful being, couldn't even take her to the right dimension. What good will the Doctor and his TARDIS do?

'Can't,' she told him, 'It's impossible. TARDIS won't survive the trip. Have to wait until they see they made a mistake.'

It's always bad when she babbles. Sam would often snap her out it by shaking her lightly. She briefly wondered if they had realized their attempts to bring her back were futile.

'I'm sorry?" The Doctor asked, hoping for some clarification.

She shook her head. Wrong. Wrong. It was all wrong. Not home. Not home.

She was only vaguely aware of the Doctor leading her into the TARDIS, supporting her as he helped her walk there. She didn't stop him, allowing him to sit her down on one of the steps in the TARDIS.

She wondered how the boys were doing. Castiel would be trying to bring her back, wondering why it would be harder to do so, while the boys dealt with the oncoming apocalypse. It was Zechariah who had sent the demon to the motel. Bribing it to take this one job. Zoe wondered if God had planned it, or if it was simply meant to happen. She didn't care. She hoped Zechariah would tell the boys he was the one responsible for her death. She wondered if Michael knew.

The Doctor left her to her own devices, preparing a room for her and bringing her food, sometimes alien food for her to try. She did eat it, all of it, but she often spent her time in her room, staring at the wall. Often the doctor would stop at a planet, and Zoe would accept his offer of joining him. He tried to keep her happy, she noticed. Whenever he could, he asked her who she'd lost, and often she'd simply stay silent.

It wasn't until they've returned from the funeral of an emperor of a planet, did she finally answer him.

"Sam and Dean," she said.

The Doctor looked up from the console, surprised at her words, "I'm sorry?"

"Their names," she said, fiddling with a multicolored feather, "Sam and Dean Winchester."

The Doctor nodded, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Zoe accepted it, leaning slightly towards the Doctor until her head rested on his shoulder.