Hey all! Sorry it took a while for this chapter. I had a bit of difficulty with how to best introduce Rowan and Andy- the first two scenes I wrote just were not working at ALL. Finally I got this one written and kinda like it, so.

Hopefully Sam is Sam-esque as well. I tried.
Sammy's a bit... difficult to write.
More than Dean is, anyway.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
I do, however, own all my babies- Jocelyn, Seraphiel, Adela, Finley, Jordan, Quinn, Andy and Rowan.

Meanwhile, That same Night

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

After receiving a return call from Dean that he had came across Jordan and sent him their way, Bobby could tell that Jocelyn was a bit more at ease. Not much, but it was enough to notice.

"Probably be more relaxed when all of her friends are returned to her," Bobby thought to himself, looking at the teen over the book he was reading. The old t.v in the corner of the room was on, but muted, as both of them mostly sat there and read through the books- occasionally looking up at the screen.

Blips of the world going to Hell in a handbasket filtered across the screen. Fires, freak storms, you name it. God must be testing the limit to Bobby's patience—what little he had. Between the boys bringing upon the apocalypse, losing his ability to walk and some new crowd from another dimension, Bobby didn't know where he could begin to catch a break. As he shook his head, clearing his thoughts in an attempt to continue reading his source material—the Bible, of all things—a knock rung out on the front door. Three simple, soft yet sturdy, knocks. The older hunters' instincts kicked into gear as his eyes narrowed; putting down the book, he rolled around the desk as Jocelyn stood up excitedly.

"Jordan-!" Before she could race to the door, Bobby stopped in the way of her and the hallway.

"Doubt it. It's a good two-day drive, one if you push it. It aint even been 5 hours," Bobby argued," If that's your guy? It aint him."

"Well- are you expecting anyone else?" Jocelyn questioned, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"I never expect anyone kid," gruffed the old hunter, as he carefully inched towards the door.

"At ease, Hunter. I mean no ill." A feminine voice came from the other side of the door. Bobby raised an brow- not buying her shit one bit.

"Wait a sec…" Jocelyn whispered, as Bobby turned to her. He saw her face begin to brighten, and before he could stop her, the teen raced around him and yanked the door open.

"Adela!"

"Hey sweetie."

Bobby watched in unease as the two exchanged a heartfelt hug, Jocelyn seemingly clinging to the curly haired brunette woman.

"Adela… Adela…" Bobby thought, going over the information Jocelyn had given him- then with a scowl said," Oh, the witch."

With an irritated sigh, Jocelyn turned her attention over her shoulder and gave Bobby a soft glare. Adela, however, seemed completely at ease, as her brown eyes travelled to the Hunter.

"Yes, the witch," Adela agreed," Since you seem to know. I would caution you to not get under my nerves though. Just because I may be one of the better ones- doesn't mean I won't hesitate to use a hex or two."

"I dare ya," Bobby frowned- watching in moderate amusement as Adela reached into the bag beside her—and Jocelyn began fighting with her, tugging her hand away from said bag.

"Not now Adela. Please," Jocelyn tried reasoning with her," Bobby has been nothing but helpful to me. He's an ally—one we may need if we're gonna get back home."

"Hunny, you know what Sera said," Adela told her softly, placing a hand gently on Jocelyn's cheek," We won't be going back until they believe it safe, which won't be until they defeat their brother."

"I know… I know," Jocelyn sighed," I just… I need everyone to be okay. I need… I need us all back together again."

"I know you do, sweetie. I'll be a bit more relaxed when we're all in the same area again. Speaking of which—I was able to contact Finn. Somehow, she landed in Lawrence, Kansas? She'll be on her way here tomorrow though. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to contact her- a psychic by the name of Missouri also found her and gave her a bit of direction to the North."

"Must be Bobby's contact that he had in that area," Jocelyn said, looking over to the hunter.

"Yeah, she is," Bobby nodded briefly, as he rolled back into the main area of his home. As his eyes landed on the T.V he stopped for a moment and watched the silent screen, his Hunter instincts in overdrive. Jocelyn and Adela followed along behind him and joined him at watching the news.

"It's not too good here, either," Jocelyn whispered to Adela," Someone here… set Lucifer free—but all this carnage? Is it happening on our end, too?"

"I don't know Joss- he's out… but our primary worry was—"

Before Bobby could continue listening, his phone started ringing. With a look at the screen- he saw it was Sam.

"Sam… Well, aint winning any marathons, but.. I'll live… Where are you?... Garber, Oklahoma? Wait a sec Sam- Joss, here. Explain to him." Bobby tossed the phone behind him to the teen.

"Uh… hello?"

"Uhm, hi."

"Long story short- my friends and I came from another deminsion and ended up getting separated when we arrived here. Now, two of my friends should be there in Garber. Could you find them for me and then send them up here to Bobby's? Please?"

"Uh.. I guess? Uhm.. who am I looking for?"

"Their names are Andy Lockwood and Rowan Travers. Best way to describe them is one long blonde hair, really skinny—and the other has short brown hair with the tips dyed blue. Rowan won't speak much and might come across as awkward- but Andy's a bit of a handful when she wants to be."

"Got it. I'll keep an eye out for them."

"Thanks. Uh… here's Bobby." Jocelyn handed the phone back to Bobby as she turned to Adela.

"Well, that's two more. We managed to get ahold of Jordan- he should be here in a day or two. Fin tomorrow. All that's left is Quinn."

"You find Sera?"

"Yeah- she came to me when I called, just like she said she would. Of course, she's in hiding from the other angels here- just like ours was. I wonder if she'll search out Luc-" Before Jocelyn could finish, Adela placed her hand over her mouth in warning.

"We don't know who to trust- remember what Sera said," Adela whispered, as Jocelyn gave a soft nod.

"There a reason your calling?... He told me…. Okay, lemme see if I can think.. of the best Hunter… that might be in the immediate vicinity… Oh. That'd be you… Sam- ….. Hold on, Sam-" Bobby flipped his phone closed and gave out a tired sigh.

"Balls."

"What's wrong Bobby?" Jocelyn asked.

"Just more Apocalypse omens—down there where Sam is. And the idjit don't want to take care of it himself."

"Wait- omens IN Garber? Rowan and Andy—" Jocelyn began to fret- her green eyes going wide- before Adela placed her hands gently on the younger girls' upper arms to comfort her.

"Rowan and Andy will be just fine. Andy is one of the best Hunters I know when it comes to dealing with Demons—and Rowan, well- we both know nothing will happen to Rowan- regardless."

"R-right," Jocelyn nodded, calming down slightly," I just wish everyone was here."

"I know sweetie, I know," Adela murmured, bringing her in for a hug," I do too."

Bobby sat there, watching them curiously. It was getting more and more obvious to him that there was things Jocelyn hadn't told him, and if he was being honest, it was starting to annoy him.

Next Day

Garber, Oklahoma

As Sam busies himself with work around the bar in town, he tries to keep a clear mind. Tries to put all that's happening at the back of his mind—but signs of the apocalypse keeping rising every time he turns around.

"And now here? Why a town like Garber?" Sam thought, shaking his head as he wiped off a table and quickly began to re-set it for the next customers. On top of everything- some strange girl that he didn't even know existed until last night- was asking him to keep an eye out for her friends. He wouldn't think much of it- if it wasn't for the fact she said they were from another dimension.

"A portal to another dimension just happened to open up shortly after Lucifer escaped his cage? There can't be a coincidence."

Regardless of any coincidences or not, Sam had promised to keep an eye out for her friends- and so all day he had glanced at any person he passed. None of them fit the description Sam was given. Just as he was getting ready to head to the kitchen area, he overheard some drunken lout getting louder.

"What-chu mean 'not interessssted'? Aint I purty enoug' fer ya?" Sam briefly turned his head, but stopped in his tracks when he saw who the drunk was talking to.

"Long blonde hair… really skinny…." After placing the dish tub down on the counter, Sam walked over, still uncertain if it was even her.

"Wha's this? Yer boyfrienddd?"

"I do not know this man, but I would say he's more pleasant than you," the blonde said, her face expressionless.

"Why you—" As the drunk raised his hand, Sam placed himself between the two, trying to calm the situation.

"I think it's time for you to leave," Sam told the guy, slowly raising a hand and pointing at the door.

"Yeh do, do ya? Wellll I don'! Infact imma sit rig' here!" he plopped himself in a nearby chair with a cheshire grin, and yelled," Another drink bartenderrrrrr!"

"I think you've had enough," Sam shook his head," You need to head home."

"Don' tell me whut to do-!" The drunk pushed himself up out of the chair and almost crashed into Sam's tall frame.

"He's right. Don't tell him what to do." Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked his left. Standing beside him was a much shorter person with super short brown hair, swept to the side and the ends dyed blue.

"This was much easier than I thought," Sam thought to himself, chuckling at his luck of finding them within 24-hours.

"T'anks Man,"the drunk smirked, before turning back to the blonde on Sams right side. She hadn't moved an inch, nor had her expression change any.

"So, baby- hows' bout tha' dance then?"

"Still not interested."

"I wasn't asking-!" He made to reach for her, before a tight hand gripped his wrist and he pulled away. Sam took a step back, uncertain, as he watched the drunk glare at the other person.

"How many times does Rowan have to say it? 'Aint interested' typically means 'no thank you' or 'get lost' – so just leave."

"I wasn' askin' you! T'is has nuthin' to do wit' you!"

"Oh but it does. You're not taking no for an answer—and you're really starting to piss me off."

"Andy- it's alright."

"No, Ro. It's not alright. Dicks like this guy here—" Andy said, gesturing towards the drunk," Are one of the issues with any world. But I can't be too harsh on him- he probably hasn't even come out yet, so he's a bit shy."

"Come ou' of wha-?!"

"The closet buddy. I mean, trust me, I know Rowan is highly attractive and anyone would be lucky to call him their boyfriend, but he just doesn't want a relationship right now. Or ever—so-"

"HE?!" Sam had to hold back a laugh, as the drunks eyes went wide and he stared at the blonde in horror.

"Yes. I am male. I told you before—"

"Gah- thin' im gonn' be sick—"

"That I was not interested." Rowan finished, as though the drunk hadn't interrupted him.

Not even seconds passed before the drunk raced out the front door, leaving a slightly amused Sam and a laughing Andy.

"Man, that never gets old," Andy said, sitting down in the booth next to Rowan; she looked up at Sam and gave a little nod of the head," Thanks by the way. I swear- I leave him alone for a couple minutes to go to the bathroom and then all the idiots just swoop in like vultures." Andy leaned back and placed her arm on the chair behind Rowans head," It's just much easier to pretend to be in a relationship with someone than to continuously explain 'No, she is a he—and he is a she'."

"It's okay," Sam gave a gentle laugh," I'm actually glad I ran into you two—"

Before he could continue, Sam heard a soft swick sound, and when he looked down at Andy's lap- he saw her free hand had a pocketknife in it. Looking up into her gray eyes, he saw they had darkened in silent warning.

"No- no. I'm a…" Sam lowered his voice," I'm not a demon or anything. I was asked to find you."

"By who?" Andy questioned; her voice having lost its friendly vibe from earlier.

"Uhm…" Sam deadpanned, thinking back to the phone call last night.

"Wait a sec Sam- Joss, here. Explain to him."

"Bobby called her 'Joss' ?"

At the mention of the name, Andy seemed to calm down a bit, and Rowan turned his attention towards Sam.

"Please- have a seat." He gestured to the empty spot across from them.

"Thanks," Sam nodded.

"You spoke to her then?" Andy asked.

"Uh, yeah- kinda. Just enough for her to tell me who to look for."

"Did she mention Quinn?" Rowan asked, his gray eyes showing a bit of hope.

"No, sorry," Sam shook his head," She just asked me to find you- and have you go up to Bobby's. It's uh, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Singer Salvage Yard."

"Alright, that's where we'll head then. Tomorrow morn—"

Before Andy could finish her sentence- and before Sam even knew what happened—the spot across from him was empty with only the soft sound of wings echoing about. The tall hunter scoot back in his chair and looked around with startled brown eyes- then quickly scanned the bar. No one seemed to notice that two people just up and disappeared.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

As the four of them sat in the living space, Jocelyn and Finley curled up together in one small chair, and Adela sitting in a chair near them- Bobby could see between the lines. They were a family. They cared for one another- and after the past decade, he could say he understood. A part of him felt like he had raised Sam and Dean- even though John was still there, he had a habit of leaving the two of them at Bobby's and disappearing on a hunt.

Shaking his head, Bobby looked back down at the book on his desk- only to hear the tell-tale rustle of wings. Looking back up- he was surprised, to say the least.

It wasn't Dean's angel, Castiel.

It wasn't Jocelyn's angel, Seraphiel.

Instead, in the middle of his room stood a skinny blonde girl and a shorter guy with short brown hair- tips dyed blue.

"Andy! Rowan!" Jocelyn exclaimed, launching herself out of her chair and tackling the blonde to the floor.

"It's good to see the two of you, safe," Adela smiled to Andy.

"Yeah- you guys too," Andy nodded, sitting on the arm of the chair next to Finley.

"The hell-?" Bobby questioned, mostly to himself; Adela looked up from Rowan and Jocelyn- who had curled up comfortably together and were laying on the floor. Adela gave a soft chuckle, and gently nudged Jocelyn's foot.

"Care to explain to Mr. Singer, Jocelyn?"

"It's Bobby." Jocelyn and Bobby both retorted at the same time, causing Jocelyn to laugh as she sat up.

Rowan pulled the brunette into his lap and wrapped his arms around her stomach, holding her close and burying his head into her shoulder.

"Bobby- this is Andy and Rowan- the two that I asked Sam to keep an eye out for last night."

"I got that much—but why did they just flutter in like—like—"

"Like one's an angel?" Jocelyn finished.

"Yeah."

"Because one is. Kinda."

"The hell you mean 'kinda'?"

Jocelyn gave a small laugh, as she leaned into the blonde behind her," You want to explain to him, Ro?"

"I might as well. It would be easier for me to explain my situation," Rowan nodded, raising his head and looking towards Bobby. "Some years back, my brother- Quinn… he was on the verge of death. He was all I had… I couldn't lose him—so I prayed. I prayed to whoever would listen. If they could just… save him. I'd do whatever they wanted- just heal my brother. An angel, he came to me—said he would help me. But he wanted permission to continue to use my vessel. Apparently- in our world, anyway- he had been cast out of Heaven and was being hunted. He could hide within me, safely- and in return, he'd heal Quinn, and keep me safe. So, I agreed."

"What what—pray tell—was this fallen angels name?" Bobby asked, almost dreading the answer.

"Castiel."