I could see it. I could see everything. For a moment, I could see everything that ever was and will be. I could see all the little possibilities that every decision could ever make.

Floating around in this vast expanse of energy, I could observe everything. It was everything from bright crystal blue to a dull muddy brown. It was a rich emerald green and a scarlet blood red. It was happiness. It was pain. It was the laughter of a newborn child. It was the sadness of a lost love. All of creation was dancing before my eyes.

To put it simply: the universe was singing its song to me.

It seemed like I was there forever, content to watch and to just …be… when I could feel another familiar entity approach. I smiled as a ball of impossibly bright light came near and sort of danced around me. It scooped me up in its arms and whispered something in my ear and again I fell asleep. My body reformed, able to breathe, I became a singular being again.

You will restore the balance to the world.

And then there was darkness.

The Winchesters were in the Men of Letters bunker, sleeping peacefully for once when everything went to shit. The world shook as if an explosion happened extremely nearby and the lights all came on. Both Winchesters jumped up from where they lay and ran into the hallway.

"Sam!" Dean shouted as Sam ran to the control room. "Go see what's wrong. I'll check on Kevin."

Dean jogged down the hallway and knocked on the young prophet's door. "Kevin, open up. Something exploded nearby. Sammy and I are going to go check it out." A few moments passed and there was no response.

"Kevin," Dean groaned, "This isn't funny. I'm coming in."

Dean opened the door and walked into the room. "Dude, you can't just sleep through… Kevin?!" He stopped as he saw the young prophet suspended in the air with eyes glowing golden. The prophet was mumbling something to his self as he was slowly descending back to the bad.

Dean rushed over and pulled Kevin closer to him, making sure he was okay. "Kevin, hey. You gotta wake up buddy. We need to know what's going on if you had a vision." Patting his face gently, the prophet slowly came to.

When he woke fully, he flailed his arms around him. "Hey hey, buddy. You okay?" Dean asked.

Kevin sat up carefully, holding his head. "I'm fine. I just had a vision." Standing up, Kevin walked over to his closet and grabbed a thick coat from inside. He turned to Dean with a stern look. "Get your coat. That wasn't an explosion."

"So you're telling me that there is someone out here in the middle of a snowstorm that needs our help?" Dean grumbled, "Why couldn't they have fallen somewhere warmer, like Florida"

"I don't know Dean. All I know is that I had a vision telling me to come here and that someone needed my help." Kevin replied "Its pretty close. Pull over here"

The two men were soon walking through the woods, shining flashlights around in search of the woman in Kevin's vision.

"So what are we looking for? It's cold as balls out here man." Dean shivered, pulling his coat closer. "Are you sure it's here?"

"It's here Dean," Kevin snapped, walking faster. "It's just through here."

Pushing through some brush in the woods, they came upon an alarming sight.

A gigantic crater was carved into the ground, the edges smouldering with charred embers. But the most startling sight was a girl laying prone on the ground in the very centre of the crater. Most of the snow around the crater was melted and there was energy crackling around her still figure.

"Call Sam" Dean ordered as he climbed into the crater. "I'll get the girl."

Carefully scooping the girl up into his arms, he began the long trek back to the car. "It's going to be a long night."

Delilah

I felt like shit. Like I'd been run over by a bus that runs on dog shit.

I sat up on the bed with a groan and reached up to rub my head, which confused me when I saw that I had a set of shackles connecting my wrists.

"Huh?" I mused tiredly, "Why'm I cuffed?"

Surveying the room, there were two things that became abundantly clear: I was cuffed in a very familiar dungeon, and I wasn't in Kansas anymore, Toto.

"Hello?!" I called out. "Is anyone there?" Surely someone was nearby keeping watch if they deemed me dangerous enough to lock in a dungeon in the Men of Letters bunker.

A chair scraped outside the door as someone stood up suddenly and opened the peephole in the door. "Guys, she's awake" the voice shouted down the hall before opening the door. A very familiar prophet soon entered the room.

"Hello, I'm..." "Kevin Tran" I interrupted, "I know."

Looking at the door, I could make out two more figures carefully watching. "And those two are Sam and Dean Winchester." Looking around at the men in the room I started to get a little confused and angry.

"What I don't understand is why I'm in these special cuffs." I snapped as I jingled said cuffs. "I'm not going to hurt anybody."

"That's for us to decide." Dean retorted, hand hovering near his blade. "I mean, we found you at the bottom of a crater in the woods. Now, why don't you start off by telling us who you are and how you landed yourself in that crater and we might think about taking those cuffs off. But until we know you aren't a danger, you aren't going anywhere, sweetheart."

Sighing, I told them the truth. "My name is Delilah Sanders. And I think God put me in that crater. I'm from a different version of reality."

Sam and Dean just looked at each other. "What kind of reality?" Sam asked curiously.

"Like the one Balthazar placed you two in that one time, but different," I replied. "For starters, you remember how Castiel's actor Mishap got stabbed? That didn't happen. That reality is in a way part of the show as well. Most of the other stuff was true though."

"How do you know you're telling the truth?" I heard Dean ask. "I mean; what proof do you have that you didn't just throw yourself in that crater to get to us?"

I just looked at him starting to get a little pissed, "Listen here Squirrel!" I shouted at him. I was starting to get angry at him, even though I could understand his motives. "I'm pretty sure you did all the tests on my considering the fact that I have a cut on my arm, and I can taste salt in my mouth. Let me out of this dungeon and I'll explain more. But until I can get more answers, all I can tell you is I. Do. Not. Know."

Exasperated, I threw up my hands. "Hell, keep the cuffs on, just get me out of this room. I mean, even the king of Hell himself had that dignity." Huffing slightly, I turned to face the wall. Where the hell did that come from?

"You know about Crowley?"

"Well Yeah," I replied, "Considering he is the other person here with a set of these cuffs on. I'm both offended and honoured to be scaring the Winchesters. Some of the things you two have done in the past have made me want to knock your heads together. The fact that a girl as weak as me can scare you two makes me laugh."

I could feel Kevin's hand rubbing my back, calming me down. Something about his presence calmed me.

"And what's all this about?" Dean asked, waving his finger and Kevin and me. Kevin spoke up before I had a chance to. "I am supposed to protect her, you guys. I think it has something to do with being a prophet. Somehow, something inside me is telling me that she is to be protected."

I'm surprised. Kevin is actually standing up for me. So I decided to do something a little drastic and stupid. "Hey, Kevin. Can you go grab me some water to get this salt taste out of my mouth." He smiled. "Sure thing, Delilah. I'll be right back." He replied as he walked out of the room.

"Dean, can you find me some better clothes to wear? I didn't exactly expect to be thrown into winter. Last I checked, it was 95 degrees in Alabama." He nodded. "I guess. Hey Sammy. Watch her for me and don't let her out just yet. Gotta check one more thing first." He soon followed the prophet out the door.

I turned and looked at Sam. "Gadreel."

Sam stiffened up and his eyes flashed with Cosmic energy momentarily. "Human, you know who I am. I wondered if you knew the truth."

I nodded. "I know the truth about many things, and I know how most everything will end. Hell, for a moment there I saw all of creation. God chose me for a reason. He chose me, of all people to fix this world. Why he chose me is a mystery." I started towards him, pointing my finger in his face. "But one thing is certain, you winged ass. You will be faced with a choice in the near future that will affect you for the rest of your existence. Choose wrong, and the last thing you will ever see is me stabbing you will your own blade." I looked at the doorway as I hear footsteps getting near. "I'll keep your secret for now. 'Ezekiel', but mark my words. I will protect this world if it's the last thing I do."

AN

You guys, I had so much fun writing this chapter. I had to find somewhere to cut it off or I would've kept going. Please leave a review if you liked it and let me know if there's anything you want to see happen in the story.

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