I followed Jack. I wasn't certain what else I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to just not? Was I supposed to go back inside the Bunker? Following Jack made the most sense in my head, so that was what I did. He led me forwards into the forested area around the Bunker. It was kind of like where we had been back in the other world, but still just so much more colorful.

And a little noisier, too. More animals were alive and able to be heard. It was odd, but not bad. Not so loud where we couldn't hear someone else coming, though.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked again after a little bit. Jack shrugged.

"No clue. Just walking." He sounded calm and at ease with the statement as he kept going.

"Did… Did you want to talk?" I asked. He had said "walk and talk" earlier.

"Eventually. I just wanted to enjoy walking around for a moment." He paused a little to turn back and look at me. "It feels nice to be able to take a walk and not worry about a target being painted on our back. Not a patrol, just a nice walk."

"Huh." I mused. I tried to think about it like Jack was. Not a patrol. Just… Just a walk.

The animals sounded nicer with that thought. The wind was light in the trees, but it wasn't a false alarm to danger. It was just wind.

We walked in silence for a while. With each step I took a bit more time to relax and actually enjoy the space around me. The colors were bright again, all sorts of different greens and browns. The different noises of bugs or things that weren't dangerous running off…

We were the big bad scary things to nature.

It felt odd and empowering at the same time to realize that.

"How did it feel to teleport here?" Jack eventually asked. I thought for a minute on the right words.

"Easier." I decided. "Much easier than doing it in the other world. More like it was something I could be in control of."

"Good." He smiled, kneeling down to pick up a rock. It was small, and rounded. "Think fast." He turned, tossing the rock towards me. My hand went out on instinct with the exercise, stopping it's momentum maybe a foot in front of me.

"That feels easier too." I decided. In truth, it did. I felt lighter, doing magic like this. Less bad.

I smiled. "I think it's supposed to be easier for me on this side."

Something clicked into place with those words. I was sitting down on the ground in a new place, somewhere I hadn't been with Jack in the other world. I'd been there with others, though, that I was certain. I'd been there with friends.

I was trying to see what had happened to this world. I was doing it with magic, my hands buried in the sand and dirt beneath me. It burned. Everything was burnt and destroyed, and I could feel it on my hands like a physical presence.

When I'd pulled my hands out, there were burn marks on my fingertips. I couldn't heal them. My magic didn't work, it didn't want to work.

When I thought of fire, I had to push it out. The power was there, but it didn't want to work. Once it was pushed out, though, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel like I should be doing it. It didn't want to stop easily, though.

That world, it was weird about magic. Mine wouldn't work right in it, not without more concentration and putting in more than I was used to.

"It was because I wasn't from there." I said quietly, blinking. I wasn't in their world, I was in… In mine.

In the one I was from.

"My magic didn't work right there because I wasn't from there. You were the reason things could work. Your magic is much different, and much more powerful." I could feel my brain start to work it out. "I couldn't do magic because my magic isn't the kind like archangels, the kind that can make changes in reality like opening doors. It wasn't like yours." I looked at him. "Your magic boosted mine to be able to work. That's how I could do it."

"What did you remember?" Jack asked.

"The first time I was in the other world." I answered confidently. "Before you were born. The first Rift you opened."

"What do you think made you remember?" He asked next.

"I was thinking about magic." I responded. "How much easier it was when you threw the rock." I looked forwards, and saw the rock still in midair. I couldn't even feel the effort. "Why it's supposed to be easier here." I lowered my hand, and the rock lowered softly to the ground with it. I felt myself let go, and when I lifted my hand again, the rock stayed on the ground.

"Why is it easier?"

"Because I'm from here." I responded automatically. "This world, anyways. The other world… Not so much."

"You were missing one more part." Jack added politely. I turned to him, surprised. "It's the reason why you were able to borrow parts of my powers, so to speak. You were already used to doing it, even though you didn't remember and weren't always aware that you were using it."

"What was it?" Jack only smiled in response. I frowned, crossing my arms at him. "Come on, really? This game?"

"Trust me, it's worth it." He promised. "You could borrow my power. You borrowed someone else's. Who do you think it was?"

I thought on the question a bit, mulling it over. I borrowed someone's power?

"I feel myself within you, but as a distant echo. Whatever was there is long gone now." The bad Castiel. That's what he had said.

But that wasn't the only time that a Castiel had mentioned that.

"You have angelic grace inside of you." Castiel said the words, the one from this universe. He was in his pickup truck. I was in it with him. "A small portion, constantly regenerating itself. You'll have it until you die."

"That's cool." I was hiding something from him. I was hiding a lot of things from him.

"Nephilim don't have angelic grace within them." He kept going. He was right, they had their own sort of Nephilim grace that wasn't exactly angelic, but also wasn't exactly not. Castiel had been sort of lying to me, and I hadn't noticed it. "But what's more interesting than that, is that the grace isn't just any random angel's."

"I don't follow, feathers." When the doors locked I got scared. I got more scared when Castiel grabbed my wrist. There was a low growl behind us. I said Castiel's name, slowly, and he asked the big question.

"How and why do you have a small, continually regenerating portion of my grace inside you?"

"It was grace." I said. "Castiel's grace. I used to have angelic grace inside of me."

"Yep." Jack nodded. "You gave it up to close the Rifts, and by doing that you tied yourself to them. That's why you could hold it open, and why you were so connected to them."

"I'm not connected anymore." I said. "You used your powers, and I was fine."

"Correct." Jack confirmed.

"How did you figure all of this out?"

"I didn't actually know until recently." He said. "You kind of told me."

"I…" I thought long and hard. "I don't remember telling you."

"No, not quite like that." He said. "When you were closing the Rift, I entered your mind for a moment."

"You WHAT?" I started, whirling back on him. "Not cool, dude."

"I didn't mean to, I promise." He held his hands up. "I didn't know I was going to do that either. I was just trying to help you let go of the Rift, and pull out any leftover energy you borrowed from me." I felt myself relax a little. I remembered that. It was probably smart. "But when I did, I got pulled into your head for a moment."

"Huh." I didn't like it, I felt really uncomfortable about the thought, but I could trust Jack. "What, uh… What did you see? Any memories?"

"Well, kind of. You showed me a memory of someone that you'd lost, or at least the picture of one. But that's not quite what the focus was. There was a you, inside your mind, that remembered everything."

That stopped me dead in my tracks. A me, inside my head, that remembered? Where was that me now, and why couldn't that bitch stop hiding?!

"When I first met you, you were dying." Jack kept going. "I stopped you from dying, but that caused you to be hurt whenever Castiel healed you or when I would use my powers. Your magic was unstable, and I put up a wall to stop it from killing you, but it wasn't a perfect solution. More of like a cheap fix while your magic tried to stabilize itself. There's a part of you, inside, that's working on fixing it and stabilizing it right now."

"And that's the part of me that remembers my life?" I double checked. He nodded.

"I took out the wall when I was in your head, and the other you put up a new wall to help make sure your magic is stabilized inside, without any power from me or Castiel or anyone messing it up."

"And how will I know when I'm stable enough?" I asked. To that, Jack just shrugged.

"I didn't really have a chance to ask that, and you didn't tell me." He told me honestly. "All you told me was to tell you to keep practicing magic. You said it was the best way to help you put everything back together again."

"Oh. OK."

Magic again.

I'd done good with it, and I'd done bad with it. I didn't quite want to keep using it, but at the same time it felt much more natural here. Magic had saved all of us, and gotten almost all of us back to this side.

But magic had also almost made me kill a friend. Magic could destroy just as easily as help.

"Are you OK?" Jack asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I lied quickly. Then I paused, and started shaking my head. "Actually, no I'm not." I decided. "What if I turn into a monster?"

"What?" Jack asked.

"You heard me. What if I turn into a monster?" I repeated. "Or what if someone puts one of those… Those things on my neck again and makes me a monster?"

"What things?" Jack looked genuinely concerned at that.

Nobody had told him what had happened.

I took a breath, trying to find the easiest and calmest way to explain it. "In the other world, there was a bad Castiel." He nodded. He knew that part. "He was interrogating me and Ketch, and he had this weird metal necklace thing that he put on me. When I was wearing it," almost unconsciously I reached up to place a hand on my neck. "I couldn't control what I did. The bad Castiel did. All he had to do was give me a command, and I did it."

"That's what melted around your neck. That's what Cas had to heal." Jack said.

"Yeah." The both of us looked at each other in silence for a minute. "Jack, I don't want that to happen again. I don't want someone to just be able to get some magic control button for me and force me to do things like that."

"You don't want anybody to see you as a monster." He summarized.

"I don't want to become a monster." I responded.

"I can understand that." Jack admitted. I stopped for a second, confused, until I remembered who his dad was. "You know that nobody sees you as a monster though, right?"

"I know people used to." I pointed out. "Ketch told me."

"So what if people used to think that?" Jack asked. "You're the one who said they didn't want to be defined by a person they don't remember being. Why let that bother you?"

"I don't know." I admitted. "I just… I don't want to be here and just be a monster again."

"Then don't be." Jack said simply. "Just be you."

"But I don't know how to be me."

"I think you do." Jack pointed out. "You just haven't quite realized it yet. And yeah, it's an adjustment being in this world, but you know how to be you. And you know how to be in this world, in your mind." He explained it all calmly. "You're focusing too hard on what you don't know, and you're scared of what might happen, instead of focusing on what you do know and what is happening right now."

I stood there for a few minutes in stunned silence. He… he was right. I couldn't argue with any of that. I wanted to, I really really wanted to, but I couldn't quite find the right words for how to.

"You're pretty smart for a kid who hasn't even had their first birthday yet." I decided to go with, offering Jack a smile. He laughed at me.

"It's not all my wisdom." He told me honestly. "Sam offered me some good advice on what might be going on. We've all been really worried about you." He shrugged a bit. "You're a part of our family, even if you don't quite remember it all yet."

"I remember being in a family." I said honestly. "A little bit of a memory, anyways. But you all feel like family."

That felt good to say.

It felt good to remind myself that I wasn't alone; that I had a family.

I wanted to remember more.

"I think I'm going to hang out here for a while." I decided. "Take some time to get my bearings again."

"OK." Jack agreed. "I'm gonna go back to the Bunker. I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

"Thank you." I gave him a quick hug. "I'll let you know how it goes." Jack gave me a hug back, smiled, waved, and disappeared in a blink. I took a minute to look around, enjoying the quiet of the woods.

"It's gonna be OK." I promised myself. "I can do this. Doing magic won't make me into a monster. I can do good with it, too."

I was certain I could do good. I was certain I had done good with it before, I just couldn't quite remember it yet.

"What was the list that we wrote down?" I muttered, scratching my head. Jack and Mary had listed things I could do before. "Teleportation." Jack had just done that. I had just done that. "Ward making. Spellcrafting. Healing." I looked around me. Not a lot I could do with that right now. "Levitation." That could be fun to try. "Moving objects." I could do that. I'd just done it with the rock. "Enchanting things. Force Push."

One more. What was the last one again?

You started with it. I didn't remember, but I knew it was correct. "Fire. I was started with fire." I'd remembered that, just for a moment when I was holding open the Rift. I'd learned to control my powers through fire.

I could start with fire.

I could totally start with fire. How hard could it be?

Don't let the curtains bite the dust again. Something nudged me. I shrunk back from the thought, looking around at the nice, beautiful, absolutely flammable forest I was it. "OK. Maybe wait until I'm in a safer environment for fire." I admitted. "Lets go back to moving objects." I looked around. I'd moved a smaller rock earlier. Maybe something larger this time?

There. A decent sized rock, one about the size of my head. Maybe I could lift that. I reached out a hand towards it, feeling that light mental grip again. This time the grip was a little firmer for a larger object. I raised my arm slowly, and the rock moved with it, but I could feel the weight of it as well. It was heavier. But I could move it.

I could do it.

"Checkmate." I was sitting at a wooden table, in a wooden room, with a… a chess board between me and another man. A portly man. I recognized him. I'd seen him in a memory before.

Crowley. Rowena's son. The demon King of Hell.

Crowley knocked over my king (again. I was certain this wasn't the first round he'd won) with an expression somewhere between bored and amused. "What's the score?"

The answer had been… Well, that day, 5-0, but overall I still had had yet to win once. I didn't tell Crowley that, though. I knew he knew.

"If this was poker," I heard myself say as I started re-setting the board. I set it up where I had the black pieces and Crowley had the white.

"I would still win." Crowley declared. I glared at him as I kept re-setting the board.

"Dean taught me how to play, and Sam taught me pool." I heard myself remind him. The conversation felt… Odd. It was friendly, but not at the same time. Begrudging partners.

"Demons cheat." Crowley pointed out.

"So do Hunters." Also true.

"We'll put a pin in this until later." Crowley decided. He leaned forwards a little in his chair. "For now, though, we're going to play one last round, this time with a twist."

"What's that?" I sounded, well… like a smart-ass. Like a smart-ass that was frustrated with constantly loosing. "Are we betting who buys pizza?"

"No." Crowley shifted a finger forwards, and I watched as one of his pawns moved forwards two spaces. He'd done it without touching the piece. He'd done it with magic. "You're not going to touch any of the pieces." That was the challenge.

"How? I don't know the spell for that yet." Crowley hadn't taught that to me. I was still trying to get better at hex bags and different spoken word spells. I could just barely keep fire under control.

"You threw Dean and Cas." I felt the vaguest hints of those memories slot in with this one as Crowley continued. "I'm quite certain you attempted to throw Lucifer."

"I don't know how I did that, though." Very true.

"It's the angel grace in you." Castiel's grace. "It's made a permanent bond with you."

"So, what, I'm permanently part-angel now?"

"No, nor are you Nephilim. It means that you now have a small, controllable amount of angel grace in you that will work to regenerate itself and preserve itself within you."

"English?"

"You can do a few things angels can do that most normal witches can't."

"Like?"

"If you win, I'll tell you." He said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. I glanced at the pieces. I was black, second move, always second move. Crowley said it was preferable, to watch your opponent's choices first so you could act accordingly.

I remembered this next thought clearly. It didn't matter how you justified being a shitty chess player, you were still a shitty chess player get your ass handed to you by a demon that likes to be the most despicable asshole you've ever met, but you're still forced to work with him because life and the universe and whatever forces out there make things run have some sort of a sense of humor.

I felt myself focus on the chess piece I wanted to move. It was… My knight, the one on the left. I wanted to move it two spaces forwards and one to the right.

But I couldn't do it. I couldn't grasp the feeling of lifting the piece and moving it.

"This is pointless." Even though I said the words, I didn't quite stop focusing on the piece. I just felt myself want to focus on it less.

"Throwing in the towel on this game means that I won't tell you." That made me actually try to focus again. The piece started vibrating for a minute, almost angrily.

I watched the knight fly up into the ceiling instead of stay on the board.

"You're still putting too much magic into it." Crowley reminded me.

I blinked, and felt myself sweating. This was… this was a lot, holding the rock there all of the sudden. It was a lot to hold it there and remember. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding, and dropped the rock back into place with a certain lack of grace. I followed suit a second later in my slump to sit on the ground.

"Ow." I muttered. I wasn't actually in pain, but I didn't quite know what else to say. I rubbed my head with my fingers. It was kind of like a headache, but not one of those headaches. Just a normal one.

Like my brain was sore. Same with my arm from holding that rock up. Sore and just a little sick.

"Ketch said I had snacks." I muttered, rummaging through my pockets. I had a, ah… Some coins. Scrap paper. And a…

A stick of gum.

That'll be gross to eat, and probably not good for me.

Cas had said they were getting food. I could probably hold off until then.

"That was a lot of memory, though." I muttered to myself. I could see the space I had been in, feel the other memories associated with that one. I could see Crowley, plain as day. I could remember we were all in trouble, but not why.

"One more." I decided, lifting up the larger rock again. It took a bit more effort, but it was doable. There had to be one more thing I could do with it.

Force push.

How hard could it be to push a rock backwards. It was almost like lifting it, but different. I was certain I could push it back. I just had to keep my aim specific. I didn't want to accidentally hit something I didn't mean to.

There. A sturdy tree. I could push the rock against the tree.

I moved my body with it, keeping the rock in front of me as I maneuvered to place it in between myself and the tree. I pulled my hand towards myself a bit, taking a breath as I thought about it. "Not too much power, or I'll overdo it." I muttered, remembering Crowley's advice in that memory. "Just… Lightly pin the rock to the tree, I guess? But in a different way than how I'm keeping it in the air." The more I tried to think it out, the more confusing it got.

I shook my head. "Just don't think about it too much." I decided. "Just… just try and get it done." Don't move the object, hold it in place. The rock won't want to be held against a tree, gravity won't let it. I just have to be stronger than gravity.

"I've done this before." I muttered quietly. "I just don't remember yet."

And I pushed.

It felt different, doing that. I don't know how to describe it, it was just different. More forceful. Less nudging, more pushing my will on what I wanted done. Like pushing hard on something against a wall instead of just lifting the object itself. A different kind of force.

"Dean, stop!" I heard myself shout, throwing a hand out on instinct. We were in the Bunker. There was a pile of books, and somewhere I couldn't see I knew there were two bodies. Dean was facing me. Somewhere to the side was Castiel. Dean had been attacking him.

I remembered not being certain of what I was doing, I was just… just doing it.

And then I was gripping Dean, without even laying a finger on him. I just had a hand out. I sent my hand sideways into the pile of books, and that's where Dean went flying to.

I blinked, seeing I had thrown the rock somewhere sideways; the same direction I had thrown Dean in the memory.

I flopped back on the ground, my face drenched in sweat. "Maybe that was a little much." I decided. I definitely wasn't feeling quite the best. "I need food." I decided. "And maybe to slow it down on practice. Have a safer environment, with people who know how to make sure I'm OK." I took a few breaths. "Ow." I muttered. "I don't remember it being this tiring." I thought for a moment, then laughed. "Maybe that's not the best phrase."

I took a moment to just lay down on the ground at look up at the sky. Those colors were nice too. There was actually sky, and not constant clouds or tree coverage or anything. It was blue. It was a nice blue, too.

I hung out and just stared at the sky until I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was Castiel. "Hey."

"Hey."

"We, uh… We're back. At the Bunker." He clarified. "I have your food."

"Did you remember Jack's King Pow thing?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"So, uh… We'll…" Cas let out a small sigh. "I'll leave your food in the kitchen." He promised. "Did you and Jack have a nice talk?"

"Yeah, we did." I felt kinda happy saying the words. "It helped a lot."

"I'm glad it did." Castiel sounded genuinely happy as well.

"I think I know how to remember more. It's just going to take some time." I found myself telling him. "Important question, how quickly did using magic tend to tire me out before?"

"It usually took a while." Castiel explained. "I think the last time I saw you tired after using magic… Well, besides keeping the Rift open would've been…" He took a few moments to think. "Um…"

"Right. Not really very often." There was some chatter on his end for a moment.

"Mary and Sam said that you got tired once when you were teleporting in and out of a heavily warded area." Castiel offered. "You were moving vampires and you moved them. Something about an attack?"

"Ah, gotcha. Lots of wardings, moving myself and others in and out of warded areas. That does sound tiring." I agreed.

"How are you feeling now?" Castiel asked.

"Tired." I admitted. "I need a, uh…" I felt a phrase. A very specific phrase. "An hour nap and a power bar." I said. "Other than that, I'm fine." I wiped a bit of sweat off of my face on reflex.

Castiel let out a laugh on his end. "That sounds about right." He commented. "I'm going to have some fruit and a cold towel ready for you too when you get back. And a power drink."

"That sounds good." I commented. "That sounds really good."

"Do you know when you'll be back?" Cas asked cautiously. "Just so I can time it and have everything ready when you arrive." I looked around, taking a second to size up how I was feeling. "I'm not trying to rush you back or anything." He said hurriedly.

"No, no, don't worry." I assured him. "It's fine. I'm pretty certain I'll either be back in about ten seconds, or…" I thought about how long Jack and I had been walking. "Like, an hour. We'll find out."

"Don't push too hard." Cas suddenly said. "We can come and get you if you want us to, or I'll wait the hour if you want to walk back." Someone spoke on his end. "Jack said he'll come and get you, too, if you'd like."

"I think I can do it." I promised. "But if not ten seconds," I felt my stomach rumbling. "Then yeah, I'll take a ride back." That sounded like a good compromise.

"OK." Cas agreed. "Ten seconds?"

"Ten seconds." I repeated. "See ya in a bit." I hung up, and got myself up from where I had been laying down. "OK, Kylie. One last thing." I said. "You can do that. Just one last thing." I took a few breaths. I could see the Bunker in my mind again. I was certain I could. It was easy again, I could smell the trees more clearly and see the grey, unassuming exterior that went with it.

I could feel the air shift around me, and a change in the ground beneath me. When I opened my eyes, I was outside the Bunker. Castiel was waiting beside the door.

"You made it." He commented. I nodded.

"Yeah." I took a confident step forwards and slumped down, a wave of exhaustion overtaking me. Castiel reacted immediately, reaching forwards to stop me from fully hitting the ground.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I could feel my shirt was drenched in sweat, as was my hair. I still gave him another nod, though.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I promised. I still needed his help to get me standing again. "Just… Tired. I might have over did it a little bit."

"Maybe a little." He helped me find a good spot to sit at. "Hungry?" I heard my stomach growl at the word.

"Starving." I took a second to smell the food on the table. It smelled great. "Holy crap, what is this?"

"Chinese takeout." Sam commented, pulling a few boxes out of a bag. He slid one to me with a black plastic fork attached. I opened it up to see fried chicken smothered in an orange sauce, with rice under it. I popped a piece of chicken in my mouth.

It tasted like heaven.

My stomach growled for more.

"This is delicious." I said, shoveling more food into my mouth. Dean let out a laugh, taking a seat nearby.

"Yes, it is." He agreed, starting to eat himself. Jack let out a bit of a laugh himself before he started to eat.

And that was that. There wasn't much else. We all sat around the table, we ate, and we talked. We didn't talk about a lot of things in particular, just kind of… kind of talked.

Like friends.

Like family.

No worrying about the world ending. Nothing bad about me running off and figuring things out, or about the hunt, or about anything big and scary and life-threatening. It was just…

Just fun talk. Dean talked with his mouth full, Jack asked fun questions that sounded innocent but definitely hinted at knowing something and wanting to start something else between the brothers, and Castiel went with it while Sam tried to defend his healthier choices. I got told stories that I wouldn't have known whether or not I remembered anything or not.

Something about prank wars when Sam and Dean were younger.

Something about pranking Cas a long time ago.

Something or other about Dean being infected to be scared of a chihuahua because of a ghost hunt.

Something else about things Gabriel had done to mess with them.

And for the first time since I'd come to this universe, I was smiling. I was laughing. I was happy.

I felt like I had a home.

"Just be you." Jack had told me. "You're a part of our family."

So that's what I did. I just… I just was me.

We all retired much later in the evening, still smiling and laughing, to the relief of the other Bunker inhabitants that were glad for some quiet and sleep. Cas caught me on my way back to my room.

"Kylie, wait," he put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me at my door. I offered him a smile as I waited for him to continue. "I'm sorry." He said. "You're absolutely more than capable for hunting, and I was being… well…" He moved his head around a little. "An ass for trying to stop you. And for probably other things this past week as well."

"Cas, you're doing your best." I reminded him. "It's an… odd situation, to put it mildly."

"But that doesn't excuse my behavior either." He pointed out. "I just," he took a breath. "I don't know what I'm doing." He finally admitted.

"I don't know either." I admitted. "I'm just… just trying to be me."

"Yeah." He nodded a bit at that. "That sounds like a smart thing to do."

"I can leave." I offered suddenly. "For a bit. Go run around with Rowena and Charlie or with Ketch," Cas visibly bristled at the last name. "Or someone else." I replied quickly. "Maybe Bobby and Mary." I tossed out. "I know it's hard on you. I know I'm not making things easier, in a way. Hell, I'm not making things easy on myself half the time." I offered him a laugh. He didn't reciprocate. "But… I can leave for a little bit. Maybe it'll make things easier for you."

"I'm not going to ask you to leave." Castiel argued.

"But would it help?" I asked.

Castiel didn't answer. I gave him a hug.

"You don't have to answer today or tomorrow, but don't feel as though you don't get to ask this. Just because I'm figuring things out doesn't mean that I have the monopoly on getting to ask for things."

Castiel looked like he was about to say something, but we were interrupted by my phone ringing. "Sorry." I muttered, patting around my pockets for it.

"Don't worry." He assured me. I finally found it to see it was Bobby calling. I offered Castiel another unsure expression, and he gestured for the cell phone. "It's probably something important." He said. I couldn't help but notice him look away as I answered.

"Hey Bobby, what's up?"

"Hey kiddo, we got an issue." He said. "It's Maggie."

"Is she OK?" I scrounged around for a second to remember who Maggie was. She… She'd come with Sam and Dean back in the other world. She was around during the explanatory talks about what this world was like. She had brown hair.

I should probably know more about her than that.

"She's dead." I felt my face drop, with Castiel offering a quiet question of what was wrong?

"I'm with Cas now, I'll get Sam and Dean." I promised.

"Mary just called Sam, she's going to text him where we're at. Just make sure the rest of the boys are rounded up."

"Can do." The line went dead. I looked up at Castiel's concerned and expectant face. "Maggie's dead."