"How did you know where to find me?" the man in the backseat asked. "Not that I'm not grateful of course."
"A little birdie came from the future and told us where you were," Dean explained from the front seat. "Also gave us a boost."
"Who?"
"Her name's Ryse," Sam said. "Know her?"
"The name does not sound familiar. Is she an angel?"
"We don't know what the hell she is," Dean responded.
"Demon?"
"Cas, we don't know what she is," Sam repeated. "Her and some friends just magically showed up out of nowhere in our secret hideout which no one is supposed to know about. She claims to know all of us in whatever future she's from and isn't scared to go take out a vamp on her own." His phone started ringing. "It's Kevin."
"Knew we were forgetting something," Dean muttered as Sam answered and explained to Kevin what was going on.
"So," Cas said leaning forward, "You left people you barely know in your secret base? One of which is a creature you have no clue what it is?"
"Pretty much," Dean agreed. "She passed the demon knife test even though her eyes were black as night. Sam said he saw her doing some weird glowing thing and she seems to be able to transport not just people, but objects as well which is how we got to you so fast. We're hoping you'll be able to enlighten us when we get back to base."
A little over a day later, the three men walked down the steps of the base. Kevin and Clara were sitting at the table chatting over a plate of cookies.
"What, no pie?" Dean asked in way of greeting.
"Where's Ryse and the Doctor?" Sam asked.
"The Doctor is sulking in the TARDIS," Clara said nodding at the blue box. "Ryse hasn't come back yet. I take it that's who you went to get then?"
"Yea," Sam said as Cas stood studying the blue police box. "Clara, Castiel. Cas, this is Clara."
"Hi," Clara said waving at him. He turn to look at her, his blue eyes examining her.
"You are not from here," Cas observed.
"What gave it away, the accent?" Dean scoffed.
"I mean, she's from a different plane," Cas said explaining himself.
"Well, Ryse did say she lived in a different universe," Clara chuckled as Cas walked up the box and looked at it. "That's the TARDIS, the Doctor's ship." Just then the door opened and the Doctor's head poked out. "And that's the Doctor. Doctor, this is Castiel."
"Good. Now maybe we can leave in peace. Where's Ryse at?" the Doctor asked. The brothers exchanged looks. "I thought she'd be with you."
"No she's not with us," Dean said dropping his bag on the table and stealing a cookie from the plate. "She was supposed to go ice our vamp and meet us back here. Wasn't that what she said before she sent us on our merry way?"
"If she's not with you and she's not back yet-" The Doctor started.
"Something happened," Sam finished. "Dean come on."
"Whoa wait a minute," Dean said. "How do we know this isn't some kind of trick?"
"What are you talking about?" Clara asked. "Why would we trick you?"
"How do we know you people aren't just trying to kill Cas yourselves?" Dean asked. Clara and the Doctor exchanged looks. "You people show up with something not human, something that won't tell us what it is and is insisting we go and fetch Cas here. I still don't get why we should be fully trusting any of you."
"Dean," Cas said. Dean turned and looked at him. "He's not human either."
"What?" Dean snapped as the Doctor shifted uncomfortably. Sam and Dean turned to look at him. "Doc?"
"He's right," the Doctor nodded. "I'm a Time Lord."
"What the hell is a time lord?" Dean growled. "What the hell is going on!?"
The Doctor sighed, "Time lords are an ancient race who watch over all of time and space. I am the last of my species. That box we came in is my spaceship, the TARDIS. Time and Relevant dimension in Space. Ryse brought us here to get herself home. We're from a different universe...well dimension rather. Something went wrong and we came back too early. The TARDIS has to recharge, and then we can all get back to where we're supposed to be. Now, are you going to fetch Ryse or am I?"
"Cas?" Sam asked, looking to Cas for confirmation.
"Why are you looking at me?" Cas asked confused.
"Have you ever heard of them?"
"No," he said shaking his head. "He's definitely not from here though and he's not from Heaven or Hell either. I feel he is right though. You must go fetch the girl."
"Fine, but Cas, we can't just leave you here with them," Sam argued. "We don't know if we can trust them."
"You can," Kevin piped up. "I've seen the inside of the ship. It's true. Besides, I'll still be here."
"I want answers when we get back," Dean said looking at the two travelers.
"I want them as bad as you," the Doctor agreed. "The only one who can give them isn't here right now."
"Fine. Sammy, suit up," Dean said grabbing his bag off the table and grabbing his keys.
"You sure this is the place?" Sam asked as Dean pulled up outside a collapsed warehouse.
"One way to find out," Dean said opening the car. "Sheriff said there was a huge fire here the other night. If the kid knows how to hunt vamps, then she knows to burn the bones."
They got out and began searching the rubble. Some of the foundation was still smoking a bit. A few minutes later, Dean bent down and picked up the machete that he knew had once been in the base. "Sam, found something."
"Me too," Sam said over near a pile of rubble and what was left of a wall. "Give me a hand."
Dean hurried over and help Sam lift up a sheet a metal. Underneath they found Ryse unconscious. They both cursed and dug her out from the rest of the rubble until Dean could pull her free. He lifted her up and carried her over to the ground by the car, taking her pulse as he sat her down.
"Is she.."
"She's still alive," Dean nodded. "Let's get her to the hotel."
Sam nodded and opened the back door of the Impala so Dean could slide her in the back seat. Dean drove them to the hotel nearby where they had rented a room out of and took her inside.
"Now what?" Sam asked as they both stood over her. They didn't see any injuries on her, but were unsure what had knocked her out.
"We wait until she wakes up," Dean shrugged. "Better call Kevin and let them all know we found her."
"Got it. I'll do that while I run to the store for supplies?" Dean nodded. Sam grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. Dean shot one last look at the small figure on the bed before busying himself around the room. Just as he was about to sit down and start watching the TV, he heard a groan from the bed. He turned and saw Ryse start stirring.
"Hey sleeping beauty," Dean muttered as her eyes fluttered open. She sat up, looking startled, and studied the room. "Hold up, it's just Uncle Dean."
"What happened?" she mumbled.
"You tell me, kid," Dean said settling on the other bed across from her. "Sam and I pulled you out from the rubble of a warehouse."
She chuckled, "Well, your one vamp turned into a nest of them. Guess I over extended myself a bit. Something you tell me all the time not to do, especially since we don't know the full extent of what I can do."
"Yea, how about you tell us some more about that whole thing?"
"Did you find Castiel?"
"Answer some of my questions first, and maybe I'll tell you," Dean bargained.
"Can I clean up first? Then I'll tell you what I can…but there are some things I really can't tell you," Ryse said.
"Yea yea, the whole time, event, paradox, thing…" Dean rolled his eyes. "Go clean up and then I want answers. We're not leaving this room until you fill in a few things."
"Fine," she grumbled. She took off her jacket, revealing a black camisole and what looked to be puncture marks on her shoulder. "Shit…"
"Did you get bit?" Dean asked, concern in his voice as she ran over to the mirror on the vanity to look at it.
"It would appear so," she muttered. "Why isn't it healing though? It should be healing."
"They didn't make you drink anything did they? You're not going to go vamp are you?"
"Psh, no," she chuckled. "Not the first time I was bit and I know better than to let them try and get me to drink their blood. The first hunt you took me on was a vamp and I got bit then too. Thing was in for a nasty shock, let me tell you. So were you when you got me home. Mom blew a gasket."
"You ever going to tell me who that is?" Dean asked. She looked at him in the reflection. "Fine. Sit down, let me clean it out for you at least."
Ryse sat down in the chair by the vanity as Dean grab towels from the sink. Ryse watched him in the reflection as he worked. "You're not going to lecture me are you?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because," she smiled. "It's what normally ends up happening. I get hurt, Uncle Sam cleans me up, Uncle Dean gives the lecture and makes me swear not to tell mom and dad, especially if the hunt was Uncle Dean's idea in the first place because let's face it, you and mom don't get along too well. Got any beer here?"
"Are you even old enough to drink?" Dean asked. She smirked at him. "That's what I thought. How old are you anyway? Fourteen?"
"Funny," she chuckled. She knew better than to tell them the whole truth, so the next lie came easy enough, "I can pass for a sixteen year old, but I've really only been around for about ten or so. It's hard to figure it out since we don't know all that much about what I am. You guys just try to do your best to arm me with things I need to know to defend myself."
"Care to tell me what you are?"
"What do you think I am?" she asked. "I'm sure Uncle Sam and you have exchanged theories by now."
"Are you a hybrid of some sort?"
"You could say that," Ryse smiled.
"I'd say some kind of part demon thing, but the knife didn't do anything to you."
"None of your normal tricks will work on me," Ryse smiled wider. "I was quite the adventure-some toddler. I once drank a jug of holy water. Mom freaked."
"And what about your father?"
"He was always the more understanding one when I got myself into trouble. He trusted you both with my life." Dean looked down at her. "You're still trying to figure out what I am aren't you?"
"Actually, I'm trying to figure out who you look like," Dean replied. "If your pops trust me and Sam that much, then he's had to have been around for a while." Ryse was quiet. "Ya know, Sam seems to think you're part angel. Said he saw you start glowing or something." She shifted uncomfortably as he finished up. "Ah, so Sammy is right. Now what's the other half."
The door opened and Sam walked in, bags in his hand. "She's awake."
"She's awake," Dean nodded. "And you were right."
"About what?" Sam asked confused. "What happened?"
"I got bit taking out a nest of vampires," Ryse said smiling at him. "Uncle Dean was helping me clean it up."
"Don't worry, she's still whatever she is," Dean replied. "Half of which is angel."
"What's the other half?" Sam asked putting the bag on the table.
"We were just getting there, weren't we kid?" Ryse rolled her eyes before getting up from the table and walking back to the bathroom, shutting the door. They heard the shower start going a few seconds later. "I don't know about her Sammy."
"Part angel, huh?" Sam asked tossing his brother a beer.
"Apparently," Dean popped the cap on his bottle. "And also only ten or so even though she looks like you're typical teenager, which I'm not sure I believe."
"So what, super growth powers too?"
Dean shrugged, "Like I said. Not sure I believe that part. But who do we know that trusts us with their life, that's also an angel?"
"You don't think…"
"She was pretty persistent about us going and fetching him," he replied taking a mouthful of beer.
"Ok, say Cas is her father," Sam said opening his own beer, "who the hell is her mother?"
"Beats the hell out of me," Dean shrugged.
"Unless…"
"Unless what Sammy?"
"It can't be though, it's not possible," Sam said.
"What's not possible?"
"Think about it Dean," Sam said leaning forward. Just then the bathroom door opened back up and Ryse came staggering out, holding herself up against the wall. "Whoa, you ok?"
"Really light-headed," she huffed, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "Guess I know what dad means by not doing too much before I'm recharged."
"Where'd your bite go?" Dean asked pointing at her shoulder.
"Tried to heal it myself," she panted. "Guess that was the last straw." She went to walk towards them, but ended up stumbling and falling into the bed. "Shit…"
"Hey, watch your mouth," Dean scolded. She looked up at him and gave him a tired smile before falling back onto the bed, eyes closed. "Well, guess we're not discussing anything else tonight."