First: HUGE apologies. I know I said I'd post regularly. Not so much though. I'm going to try and be better so I can finish this up. We have a bit to go, though.

Second: I like AO3, so I'm mirroring the story there. If you want to support it, read the edits, I'd be grateful.

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Third: Thanks so much if you're still with me.

Oliver was the first to wake, he looked over and found Felicity asleep, mouth open, her face pressed into the pillow next to him. On the couch in the bedroom laid Diggle, a blanket covering less than half of him. Oliver moved gently off the bed and moved out of the bedroom. He found Sam scrunched in two pulled together chairs, the Bible on his chest, and Dean lightly snored on the couch. Oliver scrubbed his face and went to the window.

In the early morning light, he saw that it snowed about four inches, enough to coat the pine trees and street in a glittery white. Enough to maybe close a road. They needed to figure that out. He turned only to be distracted by a blinking red light on the phone. Oliver went over and pressed the button.

"Message for room P-H. 'Mr. Queen, this is Alabaster Harris. Do me the pleasure of joining me for an early lunch. 11:30. See you then."

Oliver pinched his brow and said loudly, "everyone, get up."

"We're not going, right? We're getting out of here, right?" Felicity said.

"We can't leave," Sam defended. "We don't know what's out there or what this place is . . ."

"But we know there's two bad guys who shoot arrows and that unless someone can magically produce a myfi, we have no access to the outside world . . ."

"The phone's are working," Dean said.

"Nope," Diggle said, shaking the phone. "Just tried Lyla. No luck."

Felicity walked over, "that's not possible. Try the operator."

"No operator."

DIggle handed the phone over to her and Felicity sat down, pressing various buttons. Dean looked over at Oliver, "what do you think?"

"I think . . . we need to make sure we can get out of here if we need to." Sam and Dean began to protest but Oliver stopped them, "and we need to figure out what's going on."

Dean nodded, "right, same teams as yesterday?"

"I need Sam," Oliver said. "He knows Arabella. He can get her to open it while I hear what Alabaster says."

"I'm not a keep the home fires burning sort of guy -" Dean groaned.

"But if anyone can get us chains, it's you," Oliver said.

Dean shrugged, "fair point. Fine. It's me, Blondie and the big man. You and Sam get to go back to creepy house. Note of warning: if the blood gets off on the third floor, just leave."

"Uh, wait, are we just forgetting about what happened last night? Because last time you were outside, you were shot at," Felicity mumbled.

"Which is why we need to figure out any way to get out of here," Oliver said, turning to her. "Do your best."

Felicity studied him for a moment, "dodge really, really well."

Oliver's mouth ticked up. "Ok, let's go."

Felicity sat at the desk while Dean and Oliver sat on the couch and chair nearby.

"How'd you know that . . . the Bible reference?" Dean looked at Diggle.

"Way I grew up, being a soldier, you just know," Diggle watched Felicity. "What you're saying about that guy Cas? That true?"

"Takes awhile to believe, huh?"

"You're assuming I will," Diggle looked back down at the phone book. "We're not going to find a way out in here. Felicity, how's it coming?"

"Great, if you can get me, you know, a Radio Shack or about thirty seven parts that would be really helpful about now . . ."

Diggle breathed, "we can't stay here."

"If we can't find anything out there, she may be our only hope."

"I can't leave her alone," Diggle whispered.

"Because the Green Goblin will kill you?"

"Because she's Felicity."

"Look, if something was going to happen, it was going to happen last night. We go out the back, don't let anyone see we've left . . ."

"Go," Felicity interrupted. "Also you both need to work on your secret voices because I can hear every word you're saying. Which by the way, me too John."

"Felicity-"

"Not a helpless maiden. Go."

Sam and Oliver had parted at the door and since then Sam had felt uneasy. Like they're in danger. Like they should not have split. Arabella had taken him to a small room covered in floor to ceiling windows that held an unobstructed view of pine trees and the lake, darker now from the cold.

"It's going to snow more," Bell said. Since they had entered the room, she had sat on the top of a couch, feet on the cushion below and her gaze fixed on the window. "This, this was just a frost really."

"It's kind of early…"

"But you can feel it coming. Can't you feel it coming? Like electricity."

He needed her focused. He needed to move this along. "That's what you studied, at school, right?"

"It's just a fascinating thing," she said, finally turning to him. "You can feel it but you can't see it."

"Right," Sam watched as she turned back. "Why'd you leave, Bell? You loved school."

"We only have a year to choose. I chose here."

"A year to choose?"

Bell nodded but did not look at him, "it's so nice you're visiting. No one from that time ever visited."

"It's good to see you. What choice? Who made you choose?" He lingered, "God?"

"Jack came home with me. But then… then he didn't like it here. He thought . . . there were other places better, grander. Harris did too."

"Harris, who died?"

"It won't be long," she whispered. "See it? You can see it come, like it wants an audience."

"What will come?"

"The snow. I love the snow."

"Bell. Who made you choose?"

"He did, we did. I did. These are my people. This is our land. Our home."

"I don't understand."

"I know you don't. Jack didn't either. Most people don't feel it. We're lucky that way."

Felicity was so focused on creating a device which could physically patch into the hotel's internet that she doesn't hear the door from the bathroom open.

"Dean? Sam?"

Felicity jumped, "it's you!"

"Yes. Castiel. And you're Felicity Smoak," he said, as if wondering why she asked.

"You're an angel?"

"Yes. Where are Dean and Sam?"

"Out. And by the way, woah."

Cas nodded and then turned to leave. Felicity hopped up, ignoring the spray of parts. "Wait!"

Cas turned back. "I have to go."

"Are we in the Garden of Eden?"

Cas looks dumbfounded for a moment. "No."

"Then where are we!?"

"Shawinigan," Cas said and then looked at her. "You know this place. You feel it because you're supposed to. Find Sam and Dean. Touch nothing. And leave. You need to go. We all need to go."

He moved through the door, closing it behind him. Felicity scrambled after him but when she opened the door, the bathroom was empty.

From the entrance of the hotel, Dean and Diggle could see a gas station just up the street. It was a small grey building with an old red pump but it seemed like they best place so they walked up to it. As they approached, they slowed down. "Man this town gives me the creeps," Dean said.

Diggle went to speak but as they approached, an older looking man in blue coveralls came through the garage, a cloth in his hand. "Help you?"

"Uh yeah," Dean said. "We're looking for chains."

The man nodded, "don't see a car with you."

"They're back at the hotel."

The man looked around, "'spose you want to be heading home then?"

"We do."

"I'd say that was the right idea," he said, and twisted the cloth in his hands. "You bring me those cars. I'll set you straight."

Without another word, the man went back into the garage. Dean looked at Diggle. "Yeah, so that felt like a warning…"

"That was a warning," Diggle agreed. "We need to get out now."

"What about the bad guys?"

Diggle gave him a look, "don't forget. This bad guy, he has the land. We don't."

"You think we can't handle this?"

They turned to walk back. "I think that if you want to handle something, you better know what you're up against. And right now, I have no idea what the hell is happening. . ."

"So it's Aliens," Dean mused.

"Aliens?"

"You know, sequel to Alien. The only thing they know is to get the hell out. Sigourney Weaver, Michael Biehn, James Cameron. Best action movie ever?"

"Tell me you guys are more than just-"

"Retreating isn't my style," Dean said. "Nor is leaving the bad guy to the next group of idiots who come here trying to stop it."

Diggle nodded, "being cornered isn't mine. Look, let's just put the chains on the cars so we have it done. Then we can argue over how big of an idiot we want to be."

They walked back and moved over to the garage. Diggle stopped immediately.

"What?"

"I just. I saw Felicity's car here yesterday. I thought they parked here."

"Maybe he or she moved it?" Dean said.

They walked further in only for Diggle to stop them. "My car should have been here. And I didn't move it."

Dean moved across and then felt his heart constrict in his chest, ". . . we just lost our drop ship."

"This isn't good."

"No," Dean turned to Diggle. "They took the Impala. This is fricking war."