A/N: Hello! I know it's been a difficult week or so for the fandom. I am sorry for everyone's loss. I'm not gonna get too much into it cause spoilers. Dragon Xeona is still in season five. But, hang in there. If the worst thing that's happened to you in 2020 is 15x19, then life's pretty good in perspective.

Thanks, Ms. Thunderskies

P. 're gonna take a brief hiatus, probably just a few weeks, then we'll be back for season 2. Not that anyone's reading this.

A/N: Hey y'all! How's life? I'm aware that it's been rough. I saw it, and I cried. But there's going to be a Covid-19 vaccine coming out soon, it's been successful in early stages of testing, so hopefully things can get a little better. Keep hope alive! So yeah. Oh! Happy early Thanksgiving!

Love, DragonXeona

Let's try this again.

"Hi, I'm Rowan Khan."

"I'm Atla Khatri."

I take a deep breath, "And..we are from another universe."

1 hour earlier…

"Yes I am aware of that." Cas says, staring at the two of us confused.

Atla groans, "You ruined it man. That was supposed to be a big awesome reveal."

"But it's not a reveal. Because I already knew you were not from this universe."

"I-I um..you know what? Nevermind," She holds her head in her hands.

"Ok, Cas. So what exactly do you know?" I ask.

"I am aware you come from another dimension. And it is my Father's intention to keep you alive. I am told he has taking a liking to you."

The girl next to me scoffs, "Yeah, well we're not such big fans of his."

"You've met my Father?"

"Not personally be we know a shit ton about him. And about you." I put in.

Cas nods slightly, "Well, this is new information, that I'm sure Zacharia will take great interest."

Dammit Atla. Don't tell the fucking angel we're enemies of god. I try to give her a pointed look, but she's not looking at me.

"No." Atla cuts in.

Cas tilts his head.

"Can we make a deal Cas?" she tries.

"That's never gonna work Atla." I say. Jesus, she needs to watch more of the show. Cas feelings nothing, wants for nothing. There is no possible deal she could make.

"Your god is named Zeus, correct?" I suddenly have a stroke of genius. I can get us out of this.

"What?" Atla makes a face. "I'm confused." I throw another, much sharper, look towards her. Trying to get her to shut up. Cas tilts his head.

"The god the humans on this earth pray to. It's Zeus isn't it? And Hades and Poseidon?"

"Those are smaller deities that were prayed to by early humans. Zeus is not my father." Cas says.

"Oh…well then I guess we don't know anything about your god?"

"You said you weren't 'his fans?'"

"Well, Atla was talking about Zeus, we don't know anything about your father so how can we have an opinion on him?"

"Yeah..if you don't serve Zeus, who do you worship?"

"I told you… my father is worshipped by humans and Angles alike."

Atla's nods, "Like Jesus?" I can feel my eyes roll out of my skull.

"The word in english for him, would just be God. Jesus was the man who was sent to earth as a messenger from God. That was in fact the last time anyone has heard from my father. Apart from Joshua."

"I see." Atla was nodding like she was listening to a rock concert. And she says I'M bad at lying.

"You will assist us in preventing the apocalypse." I gulp. Poor Cas. He still thinks that's what the angles are doing.

"Yes, we will help you stop the apocalypse." I say, with complete honesty. Atla's head whips to me.

"We are glad to have you on our side." Cas says. Two fingers touch my forehead, and suddenly we are back in the dusty basement, with Sam and Dean. They jump slightly, but regain their calm quickly.

"You wanna do some fucking explaining?" Dean asks, a knife around my throat before I can react.

"Hey, get the fuck off her!" Atla snarls and lunges, before Sam puts her in a lock.

"You know we don't want to hurt you.' Sam says, as Atla struggles against him. I can feel the blade pressing against my throat, threatening to slice into my trachea.

"Where do you want us to start?" I ask, as carefully as possible.

"The beginning of whatever's relevant to us." Dean snarls.

I sigh, "Ok. But just so you know, we are not in any way your enemies."

"We'll decide that."

"We came here from another world. When we were fourteen, we stumbled into a library, a-" Atla cuts off, glancing at me. Best not to mention that we know their future. She gets the hint. "But, instead of books- the books are portals to other universes. We were transported here, four years ago, to you. And every time we went back, the book brought us to you again."

"Supposedly, you're the main characters' of this universe's story. Somehow, Cas and the God squad knew we were here from the beginning, and have been monitoring our relationship with you guys. Now they want us to help them and you stop the apocalypse," I sputter, my head tilted up away from the knife.

"Please, believe us, we had no idea about any of this before today. We do like you guys. You're really important to us," Alta grits out with difficulty, but her voice is honest.

I feel the knife relax slightly. We're close. "So you came back every year?"

"No. The time in our world doesn't line up with yours. The library takes us whenever they want us. It's linear. But really for us, it's only been a few weeks since black rock. For you… well Bela's died since then."

"How do you know that?"

"The books fill as we go, we can read your pasts. The time we miss." I say. Jesus I am on fire today.

"Technically, from the year we were born, we're still 14." I see horror flash across Sam's face. Atla, I hope you know what you're doing. "However, time doesn't pass in the library, so while in our world, we look fourteen, we've been alive for about sixteen years. Including the time we've spent in the library, in your world, and other universes."

"Then why do you look like adults?" Dean asked, the knife was practically all the way down now.

"Library ages our bodies for convenience. To match how old we would be if we stayed with you."

"You've been lying to us for years." Sam whispered.

"For us, it's only been a month or so." I said. That didn't make Dean happy, his grip on me tightened. "But yes, technically. We are sorry, but we didn't know how attached we would get to this place. We thought we'd just visit a few times. We didn't know we would become important to the outline of your lives. We didn't know God would take any interest in us." Suddenly a thought ran through my head. Was Chuck in charge of our universe as well? The way he was with the apocalypse world and the one that one chick with the staff was from? Or are they completely separate? No time to think about that now Rowan, focus.

"We're sorry." Atla sighed.

No one said anything for a minute. And then Dean broke the silence, "No more lies?" Atla and I looked at eachother.

"We can't promise that." She whispers.

"How are we supposed to trust you if you won't tell us the whole truth?!" Sam yelled. Out of character for him in season four.

"There are things we can't tell you." I say, tearing up slightly, "For your own safety."

"You're fourteen."

"Sixteen." Atla mumbles.

"Whatever."

"Please we're friends, right?" I whisper. There's a pause, and the knife is taken from my neck. Atla is released.

"Can we trust Cas?" Dean grunted.

"We can trust Cas. Not the Angles." I say, turning to him, happily.

"What's the difference?" Sam asks.

I grin slightly, "He likes Dean."

Atla and I laugh hysterically.

The End Of Season One