I rolled my body to the right as the headlights zoomed past me, the roar of an engine ringing in my ears. I breathed a shaky breath, silently sending thanks to whoever the hell was watching over me. I realised my jeans were still hitched down, and dirt from the road had stuck to the open cuts on my leg. My whole body groaned in dissent as I tried to push myself up off the ground to pull up my pants. It was dark, it was cold, and I felt like I was going to pass out, something I'd done way too many times to be proud of this week. I could just about walk, but I felt like I'd actually been hit by a truck. I tried to focus on the warm energy inside of me, willing the wounds to close and my joints to ease. I still felt the same. I hobbled along in the direction that the truck went, hoping I wasn't too far out of Spring Hill.

I must've walked for an hour before I reached even a glimmer of civilisation. A tiny diner dotted on the side of the road, a couple of battered trucks parked up outside. The doorbell tinkled as I pushed myself inside. A couple of heads turned to look at me, but if I looked as bad as I felt, they didn't notice. I headed to the counter.

"Could you tell me how far it is to Spring Hill?"

A waitress with a thin smile and coiffed hair looked at me. "Spring Hill? Sorry, ma'am, never heard of it. Are you alright? You look like you've been in a car accident or something."

"What do you mean you've never heard of it? I was there just a minute ago."

"Ma'am? Are you sure you're alright?" I saw her eyes flash to the phone mounted on the wall.

"I- I'm fine. Look just- tell me where I am."

"Highway Two, just outside of Moose Jaw." She gave me a gentle smile.

"Moose Jaw. Moose Jaw? Canada?"

The waitress placed a cup of water in front me. "Drink this. I think we should phone an ambulance, clearly something's happened to you that's made you-"

"No!" I snapped. "No. Please, just let me use your phone."

"Well, okay. But if I think you're about to pass out or something I'm calling 911."

I ignored her and instead slipped behind the counter to the phone. I punched in Dean's number with shaky fingers, praying he picked up.

"Yeah." I couldn't stifle the smile that spread across my face when I heard his voice. His tone was terse, but it soothed me no end.

"Dean? It's me? Are you alright? Are you safe?"

"Maya?" I could hear his sigh of relief. "Are you alright? Where are you? We're coming to get you."

"Dean. I'm in Canada."

He didn't say anything for a moment. "They took you to Canada?"

"No, no, I don't think so. I don't really know what happened. I just- I opened my eyes and I was in the middle of a road and I walked and a waitress said I was in Moose Jaw and Cas told me about a sigil." I was stumbling over my words, and I could heat rising in my cheeks as tears welled.

"Woah, woah, hey. Slow down, alright angel? Tell me what happened."

I took a breath again, lowering my voice. "Cas told me through the angel radio about some Sigil, he said I needed to have it on my skin, that it was the only way. I did it and nothing happened, and then suddenly I'm in Canada. I don't know what the hell happened, Dean. I can't seem to…"

"Hey, it's okay, alright? We're gonna come and get you. It was an angel banishing sigil. They're supposed to be written in blood, on a wall or floor or somewhere, but that doesn't get rid of the angel who uses it. It had to be on you, so it would banish you too- get you out of there."

"Is he going to be here, too?" I couldn't hide my quiver in my voice.

"I don't know. Probably not, but keep your eyes open, ok? You think you can find a way into town?"

"Uh-uh."

"I'll get Sam to sort out somewhere to stay. Just get yourself into town and find a way to call us. Be careful, alright?"

"What about the case?"

"Are you crazy? We'll deal with that later. Stay safe, alright angel?" His voice was soft and concerned. The call clicked off and for the first time in days my chest didn't hurt when I breathed.

I found a chair at the counter and sighed. I had no money, so I couldn't order a coffee, and I couldn't get a cab or a bus into town, either. The waitress set a steaming cup in front of me.

"Oh, I don't have-"

"On the house," she smiled, "don't worry about it."

I offered a grateful smile.

"I'm Penny."

"Amy." I lied.

"Well, Amy, you wanna explain how you wound up here?"

I blanched. Uh, well, it's kind of a long story."

"I got time."

She was being kind, but her persistence grated on me. The truth would have me either locked up or sectioned.

"Hen party. It was my hen party." I risked a glance at the Penny's expression. It was surprisingly neutral. "My friends thought it was a good idea to tell the cab driver to 'just drive', when they threw my drunken ass in the back." The lie felt ridiculous as it left my mouth, but the woman gave an understanding smile.

"Friends, huh? How comes you look like you've been rolling in mud?"

"Ah. Surprisingly that came before the cab ride from hell."

She clucked. "I daren't ask for any more details. If you need a ride back into town, I clock off in an hour."

"You're serious?" I couldn't hide my relief.

"As a heart attack. S'long as you've got somewhere to go."

"I do... I do,"

She poured a second cup of coffee. "Drink this. By God you need it."

A few cups of coffee and a croissant later I found myself in the passenger side of Penny's truck, watching the blackness roll by, punctuated only by the lights of a few farm houses and a gas station. I don't know how long the journey was, but I could feel myself slipping into sleep, my eyes heavy and my body like lead.

"Amy? Amy? Where do you need to go, hon?" I blinked my eyes open.

"Uh... they told me to find a hotel and call them from there, so, anywhere, really."

"Sure."

I didn't care about the place, all I needed was a dollar and a payphone. I was growing tired of the charade. "Anywhere's fine, really."

We pulled up outside a Travelodge, which I hoped wasn't going to be too far from the place that Sam books, and I offer Penny a genuine smile. "This is perfect, thank you, Penny. Really, I can't thank you enough."

"Don't mention it, sugar. Anything else I can do?"

"Actually," I feigned embarrassment. "Could I get some change for a vending machine? I think I'm gonna need a Coke."

I watched her fumble around in her coin purse. "Here. Enjoy your coke, Amy."

"Thank you, really. Thank you so much." I slipped out of the car and into the cool night air, watching the truck as it made its way out of sight. I found a payphone on the corner of the street, and deposited the coins. Sam's voice greeted me like a warm hug; now all I had to do was wait.