Morning came quickly after last night's events. I somehow managed to land myself in the Supernatural universe. Although I landed in a crater, I didn't die apparently.

I rubbed my temples to attempt to get rid of the fuzziness that clouded my head. It seemed to be something important. I couldn't remember remember it for some reason. I was just too weak.

Sighing, I just laid where I was most comfortable. Well, at least as comfortable as one can get in a dungeon. On the floor, with my feet propped up on the bed. I must have been a sight to see, curled up in the blankets on the floor.

I was nervous. I didn't know why I was here, but at the same time, there was a voice in the very back of my mind that knew. But that voice was silent. The only thing that voice knew was that Chuck himself had sent me here.

I closed my eyes and just tried to think. Anything that could help me remember what happened. Anything to get this sense of wrongness out of my head.

It had started last night. I was laying down to go to sleep after yelling at Gadreel, and I could just feel this wrongness in the air.

Like something was out of place. Like I'd forgotten something important.

I wondered if it was me. What if I didn't belong here. What if Chuck had made a mistake. What if I was what was wrong with the world?

I was torn from my thoughts by the door opening.

Opening my eyes, I smiled when I saw Kevin walk in with a few plates of food. The smell was amazing.

"Rise and shine, Delilah" he said cheerfully. "We got a long day ahead of us."

I raised an eyebrow at his attitude "Whoa, what to you mean by that?"

"It means Sam and Dean are going to let you out of the dungeon today. The cuffs still have to stay though. "

"It's okay Kevin." I said. "Those two aren't quick to trust. After the things they've been through, I'm surprised I wasn't tied to a chair this while time like Crowley is." He chuckled at that. "Good one"

Taking a bite of some bacon, I looked at Kevin. There was something about him that made me smile. Not in a romantic way, but more of a mother-son relationship. I felt like I had to protect him.

He basically sacrificed his whole life when he became a prophet, and he never got a happy ending.

"You okay there?" he asked. He must have caught me staring. "Yeah," I replied, "I just was thinking about how I got here. You say you think God sent me here?"

He nodded. "What I'm thinking is that he must've sent you here to do something. I'm not sure what yet though. I'm still getting the hang of this whole prophet thing."

"It's okay. He wouldn't have picked us if he didn't believe in us." I smiled at him. "I just wish he was a bit clearer on my role."

I looked up at the ceiling. That's right. I know you are listening, Chuck.

"Knock knock, lovebirds." Dean said from the doorway. I rolled my eyes. "It's not like that, Dean. Kevin is more like a little brother or a son to me."

"Anyways." Dean started, "Sam and I have got to go on a milk run. We should be back tonight. Kevin will be working to translate the Angel tablet. Make sure he eats and just make sure he doesn't crash."

"Gotcha, Dean. Hey, before you go though can I see my room? I don't really know my way around."

"Sure. It's right next to Kevin's. He can show you where it is. I've got to get going. Sammy boy's out in the car waiting. If things go sideways, Kevin knows who to call"

"This is a nice room." I said as I looked around the small room I had been given. As Dean had said, it was next to Kevin's. I sighed as I noticed all the dust that lay on almost ever surface in the room. I guess it was to be expected after so many years of being vacant, and it would give me something to do while helping Kevin.

"Do you have any cleaning supplies? I'm gonna need to scrub this room down before the dust bunnies start multiplying."

"Yeah, follow me. There should be some in the closet down the hall." As we walked down the hall, I noticed a strange but somewhat familiar noise as we passed a certain door.

Pausing slightly, I could hear a voice wafting from a closed door singing a song intentionally obnoxiously.

"What's that?" I asked Kevin, "Is that seriously Crowley?"

"Yup."

"He's singing the National Anthem."

He sighed, "Yeah. He's been singing songs to annoy us for the past few days. Sam and Dean are supposed to work on getting the room soundproof sometime soon."

We walked further down the halls of the bunker until we made it to the supply closet. I noted there was borax and made a note to grab some before I left. "Here we are. There should also be some sheets in the back." He added as an afterthought. "I'd still wash those before I slept on them. They're probably super dusty."

Nodding at that, I started placing some cleaning supplies in a basket. "Thanks Kevin. You've been a great help."

I hefted the cleaning supplies up on my hip and started towards the laundry machine in the back, making quick work of starting a load of laundry. I went ahead and put all the sheets in the wash just to be safe. I threw a bit of borax in the wash as well. Screw Leviathans.

Quickly grabbing the supplies I had gathered from the supply closet, I made my way back to my room, pausing slightly to glance at the closet door that hid Crowley. It seemed like I was forgetting something.

Shrugging my shoulders, I continued on. I'd remember it eventually.

I fell backwards onto my newly cleaned bed and gazed around the room.

It had come a long way from the dusty relic it had once been. It now had been scrubbed top to bottom and had fresh sheets. While I was cleaning, I had even discovered a closet that had some dresses stored alongside some pantsuits. It looked like I had been given Josie Sands' old room. It felt a little weird to me to be in Abaddon's old room. I guess you could say it was a blessing her clothes fit me, though.

"Thanks for helping me clean, Kevin." I said to the prophet as he sat in the desk chair. "No problem, Delilah."

"Any idea when the boys will get back?"

"Not sure. It's getting pretty late." He pulled out his cellphone. "I'll give them a call. See where they are, yak know?" I nodded.

"Hey Kevin. Before you go, do you think the guys would let me have a phone or a computer of my own? I might be able to help with research better if I could access the internet."

He looked at me and nodded.

"Yeah, most likely. I'll just double check with them first though."

I smiled and nodded, hiding my letdown at not being trusted still. I'm still not used to being treated like a potential danger. Still, I understood the need for safety in this world. All the lies and deceit just in the Winchester family alone is enough to surprise you.

I was broken from my musings by Kevin's voice. "Delilah!" He shouted, shaking my arm, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, clearing the fuzziness away. "Yeah," I replied, confused as to what just happened. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got lost in my thoughts there for a second. I'll be okay."

"If you're sure. Just don't push yourself too hard." He said, a tinge of worry in his voice. "Anyways, the boys said you could have a phone and a laptop to help with research. The laptop is in the library."

He handed me a smartphone and started towards the door. "They said they should be back by morning, the hunt ran a bit long. You get some rest now, okay Delilah?"

I nodded. "I will. Goodnight, Kev."

"Goodnight."

I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

Golden light. I was completely surrounded by a radiant golden light, and I could hear the most wonderful sounds. Looking around, I saw different scenes around me. It's almost like I was seeing different points in time. I could see a baby laughing and taking it's first steps, I could see an old man take his last breath. I could see everything. I could see…

I sat up with a gasp, taking deep breaths.

"What the hell was that?" I wondered aloud. Picking up my phone, I could see it was three in the morning.

I fell back with a groan. I wasn't a bit tired. "I'm not gonna be able to fall back asleep."

I held my newly acquired phone above my head and opened it up. I figure I could look through it and find something to kill some time.

I was scrolling though the contacts when I froze. Among the expected contacts which where the boys and Kevin, was Chuck Shurley.

"Fudge"