"Gabe, I don't know what to do. He doesn't know anything, man."

"What doesn't he know?"

"Dude doesn't know when, let alone where he was born; said he was storked."

"I had a feeling."

"Excuse me – you had a feeling? What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Have you met him? He's not exactly the poster boy of a warm, happy childhood, Bucko. What were you expecting?"

"I dunno, not that!"

"Yeah? Well too bad. You get what you get. What exactly did he say?"

"He said he was three weeks old, dropped off at the church September 5th."

"Did he say when they found him?"

"Uh, morning, I think. Why-"

"Let's take a trip, shall we?"

Dean barely registered the hand touching his forehead as the ground disappeared beneath him, his vision blacked out and he felt the suffocating feeling of something suddenly constricting his wings.

Balthazar felt Gabriel's departure and panicked. He had hoped that there would be more time, especially since Dean wasn't exactly proficient in flight yet. Taking a deep breath, it took him less than a minute to locate Lucifer's vessel. Flying to him, he wasted no time with pleasantries and he pressed one hand to the young man's chest and made him invisible to Angels. For now, he flew away and hoped that would be enough.

To say Sam was shell shocked was an understatement. One minute he's walking out of Starbucks then out of nowhere comes some posh looking blonde in a v-neck(seriously, who wears those anyways?) who slams his hand into his chest hard enough to wind him before disappearing into thin air. If not for the lingering pain in his chest and the stars dancing before his eyes he would have thought he'd imagined the whole thing in a fit of tired insanity. Shaking his head and chalking it up to the 'California experience', he checked his watch before running to the class he was minutes from being late to.

One look and Dean knew he wasn't in Kansas anymore. Turning to the smaller man, he scowled before asking the first question that came to mind.

"Where the fuck are we?"

"Pontiac, Illinois; the real question, Dean-o, is when are we."

"When? Oh, don't tell me you just Back-To-The-Future-ed us!"

"Nah, it's just 1981."

"What?! I haven't been born yet!"

Some people with the ugliest hair gave Dean some really shitty looks. Oh, he was glad he was not a teenager in the 80's.

"Might want to keep that tid-bit on the down low, don't want to draw attention to ourselves now do we?"

"Alright, but since when are Angels living Deloreans?"

"Since always. Look, we don't have time for this."

"Really?'Cause here I was thinking we had another thirty one years!"

"Look, me doing this? It takes a lot of power. What do you think that means?"

"Oh shit, Angels."

"Yeah, exactly; so we gotta hurry up and find Cassie's mom before they find us."

"Right, but how're we gonna do that, genius?"

"We'll wait at the church for her, confront her about it. What did you think we were gonna do?"

"I dunno, but that'll work."

"Damn straight it will! Now c'mon, we gotta get there before nightfall."

They left the alley and followed the road, walking in silence for twenty minutes before Dean thought about something that wasn't adding up. Knowing now was as good a time as any, he asked.

"Wait, why'd you bring me? I mean, I'm some Righteous Man or whatever. Isn't this a risk?"

"It just has to be you, Dean."

"What are you talking about? It has-"

"It has to be you."

Silence fell once again as they continued down the main road. It was weird for Dean, walking a road and recognizing the younger versions of the buildings lining it that he had passed months prior. He wasn't sure how he felt about the people either, ridiculously grateful that the 'in' styles were well over and done with. Seriously, neon has never been flattering. And what the fuck was with leg warmers? What's wrong with pants and socks? The only good thing that seemed to come from this era was music and even that was a bit sketchy.

They were getting closer to the church now, the doors visible at the end of the street. It took Dean a moment to realize that something was off, something important that he just couldn't place. Everything looked more or less the same, people meeting as they always will, but there was wrongness to it all.

"Gabe?"

"You noticed?"

"What d'ya mean?"

"We aren't the only ones hunting Cassie's Grace."

Grabbed by the collar, Dean was thrown into yet another alley as Gabriel unsheathed his sword in preparation for battle.

Something wasn't right. Castiel had tried calling for Gabriel, searched for Dean to no avail. Clutching the black trench coat in one hand, he called for the only other ally he had in all of this.

"Balthazar!"

A flutter of wings and Castiel fixed his with a glare so stern the French man flinched ever so slightly.

"Where are they!?"

"Nice to see you too-"

Castiel shoved the trench coat towards the Angel in an accusatory fashion, asking once again.

"Where are they, Balthazar?"

"Where do you think? I mean really, where else would they be? They're hunting the rest of you."

"The rest of…No."

"Yes."

Swearing under his breath, he allowed his arm that still clutched the black over coat to drop to his side. He had hoped that the lack of knowledge would have discouraged them, not pushed them to foolishly play with time. He should have known that Dean couldn't just let. It. Go.

"Cassie?"

He didn't answer; what more was there to say?

"Cassie, I think that when they come back we should really start focusing on our plan, Team Free Will and what not."

"Yeah…"

Castiel hated conceding to the point, but he knew Balthazar was right. Still, the nagging feeling persisted; the distinct feeling that there might not be a coming back.

"Yes we should."

They came out of nowhere – a kid no older than Sammy but built like a fucking train and a plain, dirty blonde chick somewhere close to her companion's age. They were both wearing pants suits, both wielding some wicked looking swords and they were friggin' pissed.

"Uriel! Hesther! Stop, please!"

"We are under strict orders from Heaven. Stay out of the way or face His Divine Wrath."

Uriel, Dean was guessing, looked down his nose at Gabriel. Somehow he wondered if the guy was a friggin' idiot for not recognizing the Archangel he was threatening. As Gabriel started pulling out his signature smirk Dean had a feeling he wasn't the only one.

"Somehow, bro-"

Both Angels tensed at the casual manner with which he addressed them.

"I doubt that."

It was then that he unfurled his wings and the world began to shake.