A/N: Hi, sorry we've been MIA. Don't worry, we aren't dead. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

MsThunderSkies: Salut! There is currently chocolate melting on my computer. That's lovely. I usually let Dragon Xeona handle the Authors Prelude, but I'm in a mood so I'm gonna say some stuff. She's also high off air. My nose itches so I'm scratching it with a comb. Anyway, I thought for the one person five years from now who happens across this fic, I'd give you some context into our lives. Atla and Rowan each represent one of us. I'm Rowan, she's Atla. You may see from my aubade, or since it's nighttime serenade, that I'm a little bit more outgoing than Rowan is shown to be, but that's because Xeona and I have been friends for a while now and I've come out of my shell a bit. At least with her. We both have an intense passion for writing stories, and I plan on pursuing it throughout the rest of my life. Anyway, Xeona is now telling me over facetime(Because unfortunately covid has kept us apart, as well as state borders) that this is too long. To that I say 'Fuck You." Happy Halloween from me as well.

Rowan and I left Supernatural just after visiting Sin City.

"That was extremely uncomfortable," Rowan shuddered.

"I second that," I responded.

She sighed and took the book off the altar. The dimly lit library glowed with finality and the staircase opened up. The cool air against my face never felt so good. We exchanged goodbyes and headed to our respective homes. I got back and collapsed in bed. Rowan met me at my locker the next day and we walked to class together. Things went relatively well for the next couple weeks, we hadn't visited the library very much.

Our English teacher's voice reverberated throughout the room, "All right class, remember, your research papers are due tomorrow night on google classroom. Make sure you include your topic and thesis statement. Have a good day everyone!"

As the kids filtered out, I searched for my counterpart.

I spotted her, "Hey!"

She turned to me. "What's up?"

"Have you finished your essay yet?" I questioned.

"Ugh, no," Rowan groaned, "I still need to type up my last paragraph and do the conclusion."

"Oof, I relate. My thesis is trash, I need to clean it up."

Her eyebrows quirked up, "Do you wanna go to the library and work on it together?"

"The regular one?"

The brunette smirked, "The fun one."

My smile matched her own, "Lead the way milady." I fake bowed.

"Idiot," She snickered.

The lights switch on and shelves filter into sight. Dust falls from the ceiling planks.

Rowan coughs, "Oh god, why is it so dank in here?" She waves her arms around.

I laugh and pull out some books for my topic. "Come on dude, let's get cracking."

She looks at me amused, "Since when have you been so enthusiastic to do homework?"

I bite my lip and my eyes shift down. Rowan's expression morphs into one of concern.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn around.

"I just…" I sigh, "I woke up this morning and had a bad feeling."

"What do you mean?"

I start to pace, "I mean, I felt like something was going to happen today. Something bad. Really bad."

Rowan sits down heavily, "Okay...um, like something is going to happen to us, or to the world in general?"

I hadn't thought about that, "Neither, actually. It was distant, but obvious nonetheless."

"It was like it vibrated in my bones." I look the girl in the eyes, "Rowan, I'm scared."

I had never seen Atla that freaked out before. She was shaking in my arms. I had given her a hug and reassured her that everything was fine, but even I'm not so sure. About 2 hours into studying, I sensed a pulse. A calling.

"The boys…" I whispered. I got up and ran to the shelf, pulled out the book, and grabbed Atla's hand just as she was about to turn a page.

"Ouch!" She hissed, "I got a freakin' paper cut, bitch!"

I ignored her, "Alta, you know how you had that bad juju thing?"

She frowned, "It's not 'bad juju' idiot."

"Whatever, I felt it too."

Her eyes snapped to me and she grabbed my forearms, "Explain."

I freed myself of her grip and set the book on the altar, "I don't think it was as strong as yours, but I felt it coming from Supernatural."

From the look of realization in her face, she came upon the same conclusion as I.

"Oh Kami, the boys." She closed her eyes tightly. After a few seconds she opened them and grabbed my hand.

"This is your call Rowan, do you want to go in?"

Together, we stood in front of the marble steps. Suddenly, the novel flew from my hands and stuck itself onto the altar. It flipped open and almost as if a wind was blowing, the pages flew back and forth until finally landing on a blank page, identical to the rest. The two of us walk up and place both our hands on the smooth surface. We look at each other.

I smile shakily, "Guess we don't have a choice, do we."

Alta doesn't return it, "Guess not."

And everything turned black.

We fall to the ground, I'm able to break my fall, but get dirt all over my hands and knees. Atla however, rolled over into a pile of sticks. Creating a huge rip in her sweatpants, and a steady stream of blood flowed out.

"Shit." She mumbled standing.

"It's alright, it'll clot." Alta hums in agreement.

We stand up and brush the dirt off our clothes. My red sweatshirt had smears of mud and rocks stuck to it and Atla's Led Zeppelin t-shirt wasn't in much better shape. There were holes ripped in the middle and it was partially covered in dust.

"Wonderful, we look like we slept in a construction site," Atla quipped.

I scoffed, "Come on, let's see where the library spit us out this time."

We wander around for a bit, poking and prodding at different pieces of equipment in an effort to figure out what time period we're in.

I sigh for the millionth time, "This positioning is not convenient at all, we haven't seen any sign of the Winchesters whatsoever!"

"Gods Rowan, give it a rest. We have bigger problems than getting pissy at the universe. For instance, the bleeding won't stop."

I ran over to find the girl sitting on the hood of a broken down car, holding a scrap of her shirt to her knee.

"Let me see." Alta lifts the dark cloth and blood flows out. She immediately presses it back on and sighs.

"Okay, let's just start walking yeah? Maybe if we get moving we can start this episode?"

I rub my temples, "It's worth a shot. You gonna be okay to walk?"

The brunette ties the scrap into a makeshift tourniquet.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

A solid 10 minutes later, we came upon a house. In the middle of nowhere. What kinda luck is that? Alta limps towards the front door and up the steps. I stand next to her and knock while she takes a small break leaning against the porch rail. The door opens.

She opens her mouth to speak, "Um….hi?" The girl waves.

Now this, I was not expecting.

"Um...hi?" I say.

Rowan speaks up, "Yeah…" she drawls, "I'm Rowan and she's Atla, we're looking for Sam and Dean Winchester?" She gets straight to the point.

Bobby scowls, "Why?"

I tense, "We just need to know if they're here, we're friends. They'll know who we are."

He doesn't look convinced and starts to shut the door.

Rowan panics, "No! No, no, um…" She searches for a good lie, "We can help you!"

The man raises an eyebrow.

"We are hunters, we know about all of it," I play along, hoping and praying this will work. Rowan is too. Neither of us believe in God.

Another male voice booms, "Bobby! Who's there?"

Our eyes widen comically, "I swear to all that is unholy Dean, I will haunt you for the rest of your godforsaken life!" I scowl, that asshole!

Sam chimes in, "The hell?"

Dean nods to us and we proceed forward with no problems. We look at the older man with an, 'I told you so' expression. Sam seems to finally take in our appearance.

"Wow, what happened to you?"

"I feel like we should be asking you that question," Rowan says.

I agree, "Yeah, Dean looks like he just got dragged through hell."

The men exchange an uneasy look and then turn to us. The pieces fit together in my mind. Immediately, guilt crashes down on me and tears form in my eyes. I dash over to Dean and throw my arms around his torso. I'm practically sobbing, Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

I managed to croak out an understandable sentence, "You died."

Everyone looked at each other, but Rowan's eyes were on me.

I sniffled and the tears started anew, "You died, you went to hell…"

Dean was deathly still in my grip, I slowly looked up at him. He crouched down to my level and looked me in the eyes.

"Atla...how did you know?"

My gaze searches for Rowan and our gazes lock. She nods, "Tell them."

Sam huffs, "Tell us what? What is going on?"

Bobby simply looks suspicious.

I turn back to the man in front of me, "Dean...I felt it."

If you asked me if I was scared, I would say no. I'm not just scared, I'm completely and utterly terrified. When the brothers asked what Atla meant by feeling Dean's death, she didn't answer. She wasn't moving and her eyes were unseeing. They kept asking, needing an explanation, but she still wouldn't answer. Finally it came to be too much.

"Everybody shut up!" My voice left no room for argument.

They stared at me.

"Idiots! Can't you see she's in no condition to answer your questions?!" My eyes snapped to Dean's, "She felt you dying, she practically watched those Hellhounds tear you apart!" I faced Sam, "I felt it too, but not to the extent Atla did." I knew I was lying, but they needed to grasp the severity of the situation.

The man's face hardened, "How did you know about the hellhounds?"

"You really think we couldn't overhear you guys? You said that Dean had less than 6 months left, it doesn't take a lot to put the pieces together," I roll my eyes in an effort to play it cool.

"Dean made a deal with a demon." My glare is scathing, "And the only reason he would even begin to think of it, would be to save you, Sam. I suppose this demon was particularly sadistic, so they only gave you one year to live, instead of the usual 10. Am I wrong?"

The male in question finally speaks, "No, you're not."

I open my mouth to talk again when Dean's voice cuts me off.

"But that still doesn't explain how she 'felt' it."

I sigh, "I don't have the answer to that. Atla came to me, told me that she woke up with a sense of deja vu, I guess. I asked her to explain more and apparently, she felt something was going to happen today, something big and something bad."

We sat in silence for a minute. Dean had walked off to blow off some steam I suspect, and I had turned to Sam.

"Sam." He looked at me, "You have to understand, I've never seen her like that. Sam, she was so, so, scared. I am too. "

He nodded and walked away. God, what did we do? I leaned heavily against the wall and slid down. I feel a chill and look up. We shouldn't have said anything and I know it. This is just gonna cause more questions. Good thing we remembered to shift ages. That would have made it even worse if we showed up looking like we did 4 years ago. I'm about 19 years old in this world, Atla is younger than me so she looks 17 years old. Technically, we're still 15 and 13, almost 14, respectively, in our world.

"Rowan?" Sam interrupted my train of thought. I shook myself to attention.

"Yeah?" He looks at me with concern.

"Are you ok?" I nod.

"Um, yeah I-I'm just tired." His face relaxed slightly.

"Alright well… Why don't you sit down. There are some pretty comfortable chairs in the living room." I nodded, grabbing Atlas' hand from her frozen position. I guided her to the couch, and let her have the big one while I curled up on the chair. Shockingly, I drifted into that half asleep daze almost instantly. We walked a long time and I took a long ass test before this. I heard the three men speak in the next room, the sound sounding slightly muffled the way it does when you've lost your sense of sight temporarily.

"These are the teens who follow you around?"

"Yeah."

"How did they find me?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you need to find out. If those little kids could I'm sure others can as well."

"There's always been something a little… off about them."

"What do you mean?"

"We think there's something about them they aren't telling us."

"And you keep them around?"

"Well, they're not strong, or particularly large, they don't seem to have any friends, any powers. They're not possessed, not werewolves, vamps, or any monster we've encountered."

"Apart from being able to find you wherever you are and know a suspicious amount about your lives?"

"Bobby, we've known them since they were kids. From what we've heard, or what they've told us, they don't have anyone else. No parents, or family at all. Honestly, we don't know what to do with them when they show up."

"Fine. But this 'don't ask, don't tell' thing is only gonna last so long before it bites us in the ass."

I'm shaken awake a few hours later by Sam. He's nice about it and helps Atla up.

"You alright kid?" She just grumbles something about being eighteen. Which technically wasn't true, but age hardly mattered to me at this point.

"Alright dumbasses. You two are going with Sam to kill that fuckin' demon." Dean says packing supplies.

"Wait no!" I shout a little too earnestly. Atla jerks her head up in protest as well, whining a tad. I see three pairs of eyebrows raised at me. Scratch that. Four, Atla seems amused.

"What?" Dean asks carelessly.

"I want to go meet Castiel."

"You want to meet the asshole who burnt that chick's eyes out?" I glance at Atla who gives me a 'How will she get herself out of this mess?' look.

"What? So, I wanna see an awesome monster? Like you don't!" Dean gives me a death glare, and I shrink back, knowing that in this situation, he really didn't wanna be monster hunting. This wasn't just another ghost. This was a completely unknown creature that scared literal demons. But I wasn't afraid. Because it was Cas.

"Please let me go." I plead.

Dean sighs, "I'm gonna say yes cause you're technically an adult. But I swear to god if you get dead-"

"You'll fly to hell and drag me out?" I challenge. The look he gives me is truly frightening.

"Atla. You're going with Sam."

"Fuck no," She's not in a good mood. Dean looks at Sam with a 'What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?' But doesn't argue.

"Well I guess I may as well go with Sam. No point having four guys on one and one on 10." Bobby grunts. Dean nods apologetically. Bobby and Sam take Bobby's truck. Whilst we got into the Impala, heading in opposite directions.

Sam left a little bit later and I turned to have a talk with Atla. We needed a plan.

Not feeling well is the understatement of the year. I'm a liar, everyone knows that, but today we may have to expose ourselves. Coupled with the fact that I literally felt Dean dying, yeah, it makes sense that I'm not exactly in the best mood.

"Hey, Dean?"

He tilts his head back, grunting in acknowledgement.

"Can I use your phone for a bit?"

He looks at me suspiciously in the rearview mirror. "Why?"

"Do you want me to throw up all over your leather seats?" I ask threateningly.

1.5 seconds later a piece of plastic was chucked at my head.

"Thank you," I sang.

"Whatever," he grumbles.

I type out a message in the notes app, 'What are we gonna do?'

She holds her hand out to say her piece.

'I don't know. All we can do right now is go along with the episode's plot, we'll decide what to do when they ask us again.'

'Rowan, we're going to have to tell them.'

The girl looks at me worriedly, 'If we tell them, we might lose them.'

'...I know. But we don't have to tell them everything, especially not the part about their lives being a tv show. We'll say that we are from a different world and every once in a while, we're brought here. Obviously, we'll reveal our age, but nothing more. We have to be able to change the plot to our will without looking suspicious. We keep the 'mostly ignorant' act up, okay?'

'I don't want to outright lie to them'

'We've been lying this whole time'

'Yea, but this would be us "coming out with the truth" I don't want there to be extra layers of lying after we've supposedly exposed ourselves.'

'What would you suggest?"'

'Tell them that we can only tell them so much without causing damage. That there are certain truths we aren't allowed to reveal. For their own safety. That way they always know there's something we're holding back, but not what it is.'

'As soon as they begin to not trust us they'll torture us for information. You know that. You've seen it on the show a hundred times.'

`We are their friends. We have to trust that they won't'

I give her a look and delete our conversation before handing the phone back to Dean.

"Thanks," I say.

"Sure." He grumbled.

We got out of the car and Dean closed the door, before marching into the barn. Rowan gave me the most excited look she could muster, over all of the paint cans in her hand. Dean walks out of the barn to find out why we're being so slow.

"Why're you so happy?" He asks Rowan.

She shrugs. "I like painting."

It wasn't completely a lie. I did enjoy painting. But I had been waiting to meet Cas since forever. I carefully marked the wall up with little circles, and stars and crosses and zig zags. We got a ladder out of the impala's trunk so we could paint higher up on the wall. It took three hours, and I sure as hell was tired by the end. But I knew it was worth it. Even if Cas put us to sleep as soon as he walked in. Dean hesitated before handing us guns.

"What?" Atla asked.

"I'm not sure if I can trust you with these."

Atla gives him a 'you dare?' look, "Come on! I'm not a wimp like Rowan."

"Hey!" I interject, "Maybe I'm more likely not to shoot at all, but you're more likely to accidentally shoot someone else!"

"Shut up! Jesus, you're adults; act like it!" Atla and I exchange a glance. "I'm gonna give you guns so you at least have some protection. But until I say so, the safety better stay on." We nod, taking the guns. There's also a bunch of other weapons behind us, loaded with different types of shit. To try every one. But I know none of them will work.

"Sure you did the ritual right?" Atla asked. I hold back a laugh. Dean gives her a dirty look. She just shrugs. A few minutes later, the windows begin to bang. And thunder strikes. I smile at the fact that none of this is necessary. That Cas was just doing it to freak Dean out. The lights explode, and the door opens. In all of his adorable badassness, Castiel strolls in. Without even looking at Atla or I, he walks up to Dean, who realized a little slowly that the gun wasn't working. I see Dean reaches for a knife.

"Who are you?" He asks with venom.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." I nearly faint. Atla pushed on my back to keep me from falling backwards.

"Yeah? Thanks for that." Dean sinks the knife deep into Jimmy Novak's chest. I wince slightly before reminding myself that Cas doesn't feel it. Cas smiles slightly before pulling the knife out and dropping it on the floor. Cas then turns to us. I see Dean's eyes darken even farther, Atla shrinks back in fear.

"Ah, good. It's you two." He says, walking towards us. "We need to talk, but I have some things to say to Dean first." He takes my arm to keep me from moving, and I hear those freaky fucking angle noises, before his index and middle finger touch my forehead. The last thing I see is the girl next to me protesting, before she falls unconscious.

When I open my eyes Dean is standing above me. He's looking at me with anger. Knowing now for certain that there's something strange about me. That we've been lying. And that whatever or whoever we are, a fucking angle of the lord knows us.

We were back in Bobby's house, I assume. I woke up a few seconds after Rowan, tied to a chair. On the floor, beside our feet, are red markings. A Devil's trap, wondrous.

My head hangs down, "Trust in the boys you say, 'Trust that they won't torture us, oh I'm a naive child, blah blah blah, believe in the power of cupcakes and rainbows,' I mock.

The girl behind me shifted to side-eye me, "Ok, I don't know where this caricature, exaggerated, bullshit version of me came from, but I'm obviously not all sunshine and fucking rainbows."

We were tied back to back in chairs. Our arms and legs were duct-taped as well. I was facing Sam, so I assumed Rowan was facing Dean. There's a while of silence, I feel Rowan's arms tense where ours are bound together.

"So, Sammy boy, what now?" His face gives away nothing. "You guys gonna torture us old-fashioned, or just get straight to it?"

"Atla!" Rowan admonished.

I scoff, "What?" I turn to her as much as I can with the restraints. "It's obvious they aren't going to listen to anything we have to say, might as well go out with a bang."

"Don't say that, " though she sounds like she's having trouble believing it herself.

Dean's voice echoes from behind me, "Enough."

I can truly say this scares me. 'There goes another one,' I think darkly.

"So, obviously you're not demons. Nor are you any monsters we've ever seen. So what are you?"

"Why didn't you ask Cas- tiel?" I can hear the unnatural addition of -tiel at the end of Cas. But the boys don't seem to catch it.

"He flapped away before I had a chance." Dean grumbles.

I grit my teeth, "Dammit Cas."

"So are you angels? Since apparently that's a thing."

"Hun, we are so not good enough or powerful enough to be angels," I scoff.

"First off, why would you say that? We're trying to convince them we ARENT the bad guys you fucking dumbass. Look, call the angel here, and he can tell you we aren't a threat." Rowan says. Cause she's a moron. Still trying to find a peaceful way out of this. They won't trust us again.

"We still don't think he's trustworthy." In my head, I know that's a pretty good thing since angels are shady af. But it doesn't serve our purposes for them to know that yet, so I'm not gonna say anything. Rowan's shaking behind me. She knows we're screwed, but I appreciate that she tried to see the best in people.

Her head snaps up, ridiculously fast. "You've known us for four FUCKING years. You don't talk to us before you tie us in fucking chairs? You don't think that maybe if you just asked us we may have an answer for you? No. You knock us out, you're friends that you practically helped raise, who have literally lived and traveled and been on family beach trips with.

"Rowan, stop."

"No, you mean to tell me that after all this time, you still don't love us enough to not treat us like just another fucking monster?"

"Rowan, please stop!" Tears start to fall.

"No! I wanna see what they have to say for themselves! I wanna know what the fuck was going through their heads when they tied up two teenage girls in some god forsaken basement, and now, that they're creepily staring silently at us. Tell me, Dean, does ANY of this feel super fucking shady to you?"

Dean took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."

"Oh! Thank god! You're sorry! I take it all back! We can go back to being brother- sister again! Lets link arms, skip to a local diner and share a slice of pie!"

It's silent now, no one dares speak.

"Fuck, I'm bleeding again." Dean and Sam ignore me. Assholes. I sigh, "Guys, I'm tired and I feel a migraine coming on. Can you just untie us so we can at least get cleaned up?"

"Look." Sam says, crouching in front of me. "We really don't want to hurt you." He says it kindly, not in the threatening way people in movies do. "But in order for us to truly trust you, you need to start talking. Tell us everything from how you keep finding us, how you know so much about our lives. Why you literally didn't grow for our first three years knowing you."

"Please Sam, don't make us tell you. You wouldn't believe us, don't-" I trail off, my protests won't help us now.

"Hello Dean." A gruff voice says from the dark.

"Oh god, not you." Now I don't hate Cas, I'm actually almost at the same point of fangirl as Rowan is. But currently, I'm pissed at him. I also have rope burn, lemme tell you, not a good time.

He raises an eyebrow, "I would have thought you would be happy to see me."

I roll my eyes, "Like hell, but I can't say the same for her." I tilt my head to my companion. Rowan seems to be unable to stop grinning. Her cheeks will definitely be sore later.

"Why are they restrained?" Cas asks the boy with demon blood.

"Cause they've been lying to us about some cosmic shit for the past few years and we wanna know what and why."

"Obviously they are travelers from another universe." Cas says smoothly.

We freeze, the girl's grin immediately drops. The one time I know exactly what Rowan is thinking, because I'm thinking it too.

Shit.

Misha Collins walks into view, although I should clarify that this was not Mega Misha, which is important since Misha Collins is a canonical character in Supernatural. ANd he's different from Cas, who is different from Jimmy Novak, who is different from Leviacas, Casifer, apocalypse Cas, and the empty. Jesus Misha Collins is an ACTOR. I forget everything that I was worried about. Cause that's CASSSSSS. Now, you may think I have a crush on him, to ship him with Dean to an excessive point, to be just a little bit too obsessed with beautiful blue eyes. And while none of those things are exactly WRONG, they aren't why I'm freaking out. I genuinely, putting beside my major infatuation with Misha, just find Cas to be an incredibly interesting character, who has amazing development and an awesome sense of humor. Take that Uriel. Funniest angel in the garrison, my ass. Atla's talking about something. I'm just studying Cas' every move like a stalker.

"Obviously they are travelers from another universe."

My heart stops.

Shit.

"Um… What, that's rid- that makes no sense like at all. I mean, alternate universes don't exist," I stutter out.

"I agree, you need some definitive proof there Cassy-boy," she's trying desperately to keep it cool.

I want to tell her that referring to him so casually as 'Cassy-boy' is not gonna help her. But I settled for, " Cassy-boy?' You said 'Sammy-boy' earlier. What's with you?"

"Rowan, shut up before I make you."

"Oh? Have you discovered a way to get out of these ropes?"

"I swear to god-"

"That's enough. I think I need to speak to the universe travelers alone. Obviously I won't be able to have a serious conversation as long as you two are here to distract them."

Yeah, that's what's distracting me. Totally. He does the freaky angel teleportation thing, and suddenly we are sitting on some lake. It's that perfect temperature where the air is refreshing and cool, but doesn't make you shiver, and the sun is there to warm you.

"I hate you so much," Atla is not having a good day.

"I don't see how you could already, we've only just met. And I purposely brought you to a calm location that should be appealing to your senses. So I-"

"She doesn't mean it, Cas. She's just having a bad day."

He nods, "Ah. I see. Humans like to take out anger on whatever seems to be the cause of their frustrations, even if it isn't when you look with depth." I nod. "Well, I'm-" Before he could say anything else, I hugged him. Just a little dream of mine. "Um… this is strange. What are you doing?"

"It's a hug." I say, smiling.

"Well yes, but why are you hugging me?" He asks.

"Do you want me to stop?" I say after a moment.

"I don't have much of a preference either way." That hurts a bit but I wouldn't expect any different. I hug him tighter, before letting go.

"I'm gonna be sick." Atla says. I stick my tongue out. "Just, god, what do you want?" She turns to me, not bothering to wait for an answer, "Do you have some aspirin?"

I shake my head, before remembering, "I have tums!"

Atla sighs, "Why do you have tums?" She asks.

I shrug, "They help with the anxiety. And I have the emergency panic attack pills but I can't use too many so at least with the tums I can help the stomach ache which is the worst part." Atla squints at me, shaking her head. "Do you want one or not?!" I ask, getting annoyed.

"Yes!"

"Fine!" I take out the tube of tums and practically throw them at her.

"I'm confused, I was told you two were close friends." Cas says.

We turn to him angrily and say in unison. "We are!"

"Humans are so strange…"

"How did you know what you know?" I ask.

"I was informed indirectly by Joshua of your unnatural presence on earth, about four years ago. Since then, the angles have been keeping close tabs on you and your relationship to the Winchesters. Of course, your relationship to the Winchesters seems to be the only relationships on this earth you have at all. Except for with a boy named Dylan. He-"

"That's fine! We don't need to get into that, just continue." Atla rolls her eyes.

"Um… yes and it was obvious that you came from another world. And I understand why you haven't told the Winchesters, though it surprises me considering you traveled with them for several months, but in order for work to be done efficiently, it's time you told me the whole truth. And then we can decide how much we want to reveal to Sam and Dean."

End Of Part One