"Sam said they got her," Kevin said walking back into the room. Clara had just finished setting dinner on the table. "They'll be headed back tomorrow."
"Was she ok?" Clara asked as she walked over to the TARDIS to open the door and yell to the Doctor that dinner was ready.
"Sam said as far as they could tell yes. She was just unconscious when they found her."
The Doctor came strolling out of the TARDIS, "Did someone say they found Ryse?"
"Yes, they'll be back tomorrow," Clara informed him. "How's the TARDIS?"
"Very minimum power. Enough to pick up some really strange readings," he said sitting down, but not filling his plate like Kevin was doing. "So Kevin, tell me more about this God of yours…creator of all and such?"
"Um yea something like that," Kevin replied.
"My father has not been seen for some time," Castiel said speaking up. "He seems to have vanished or disappeared leaving only his children around to take care and watch over things here. Unfortunately, my brothers and sisters decided that they had more fun fighting over power. Metatron is currently running heaven, he locked the rest of us out so to speak."
"So none of you have actually met the man himself?"
"The only left to have done so is Metatron, who sat at God's feet and wrote the word of God on the stone tablets," Castiel nodded.
"I'd like to speak to this Metatron person."
"Impossible. There is no way to get to him."
"Fine, I'll figure that out later," the Doctor huffed. "What do you know about Ryse?"
"Practically nothing," Castiel replied. "Sam and Dean already asked me. I do not know the name, nor do I have any inkling of what she is. This is delicious by the way."
"Thank you," Clara smiled.
"Normally I don't need to eat, but this mortal body seems to have other needs, like sleep. I don't know how you humans put up with it," Cas rattled off.
Ryse's eyes fluttered open to see Sam and Dean sitting around waiting for her. She had a headache the size of Mt. Everest and knew it was a side effect from all the power she had been using the last few days. She sat up and took notice, that somehow she had ended up under the covers.
"One thing," Dean started. She turned to look at him, fearing what he and Sam had put together while she had been asleep. "One thing I want to know before we head home."
"Do I want cream in my coffee? I don't know, I've never tried it before," she smiled.
"No, that's not it," Dean grumbled. Sam cleared his throat. "Sammy, we're doing it now before we get in that car."
"Dean, come on," Sam muttered.
Ryse sighed, "If it helps, my full name is Claryse. Mother thought it was only fitting."
"Yea, what's that supposed to mean?" Dean snapped.
"Ask your question Uncle Dean."
"Is Cas your father?" Ryse inclined her head slightly. "Ok then. Let's go."
"That's it? That's all you want to know?" Ryse asked shocked that's they only thing her Uncle Dean was asking. Normally one question would end up being followed by a million others.
"For now, kid," Dean said standing up and headed towards the door.
Sam waited until the door closed behind Dean to get up and sit across from Ryse on the bed, "Dean may be done for now, but I have one more and I'd like you to be honest with me."
"Anything for you Uncle Sam," Ryse nodded.
"Your mother…she's not around right now is she?" Sam asked.
"If you're asking if she's dead in your timeline, yes she is," Ryse nodded.
"So Meg is your mother?"
"Mom always did say you were her favorite, being ya know, the smarter one of the two and more rational."
"How is that possible? She's dead. She's wherever it is demons go when they die."
Ryse sighed, "Dad pulls her out of wherever she was. They never told me the whole story. She's fine now, a purified demon so to speak, mainly because of dad."
Sam took a breath and nodded, "We better get going then before Dean throws a fit." Ryse nodded and went to stand up, swaying slightly on the spot. "You alright?"
"I really surpassed what I could do. I'll be fine once I get to the car," Ryse said taking a breath. She took a step and stumbled a bit. Sam held out his hand to help steady her. "Thanks Uncle Sam."
"Anytime," Sam said giving her small smile as he helped her walk out to the car. She stretched out in the back seat and fell asleep almost immediately.
"Wow, that kid can sleep," Dean muttered as he pulled out onto the highway.
"From what she's said, she used up a lot more power than she thought she would," Sam sighed. "Listen Dean, you're not planning on telling Cas anything are you?"
"Nope," Dean replied. "Kid's right. I almost wish I didn't know now."
"You were the one who wanted to know everything," Sam sighed.
"Yea, yea," Dean huffed as he flicked his music on.
Six hours later, Dean pulled up the bunker. Ryse was still passed out. Sam reached in and lifted her carefully out of the car and carried her inside. No one was in the main room when they got in. Dean placed their bags on the table while Sam carried Ryse over to one of the couches and set her down before covering her with a blanket. Dean was sniffing the air when Sam walked back to the table.
"What?"
"You smell that?" Dean asked.
"Smell what?" Sam asked confused.
"Pie," Dean smiled before hurrying off to the kitchen where he found Clara just reaching into the oven to pull out a fresh baked pie. "Sister, you can stay here as long as you keep making that."
"Oh you're back!" Clara greeted. "Great! Where's Sam and Ryse at?"
"Ryse is passed out on the couch. Sam is probably unpacking. When can I get a slice of that?"
"Let it cool off a bit and then I'll cut you a piece myself," Clara chuckled.
Dean nodded in defeat, "Fine. Where's everyone else?"
"Oh, Castiel and Kevin are in the TARDIS with the Doctor trying to figure out what his scans are giving off. He said he got some weird readings he wasn't making sense of and wanted more opinions."
Sam had chuckled to himself when Dean had run off in search of the pie smell. He looked over at the couch to see that Ryse hadn't moved a muscle. He had to admit, he was worried about the girl. He had tried to wake her up at the last gas station, but she hadn't budged a muscle. If it wasn't for her breathing normally, he would have made Dean take her to an ER somewhere. The door to the police box opened and Castiel walked out.
"Sam, you're back."
"Yup," Sam nodded.
"Where's the girl?" Cas asked. Sam pointed at the couch. Cas looked over to where Sam had pointed and walked over kneeling down in front of the couch and placing a hand on her forehead.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked watching him. He took note of the characteristics the two shared and tried to hide the smile.
"Checking to see if she's alright."
"She said she used up more of her power than she should have. I thought you lost all your powers?"
"I did, but I can still try and see if there's something I can do for her," Cas said looking up at Sam. Sam nodded, but continued to watch.
"Castiel?"
Sam turned to see the Doctor poking his head out the door.
"Oh great, you're back," the Doctor said coming out to shake Sam's hand. "Where's Ryse?"
"Sleeping," Castiel answered as he stood up and looked at the two.
"But she's here, so that's good. Now, I think I figured all this out," the Doctor said clapping his hands together. "I told Ryse it was impossible for there to be a whole different universe, but I was wrong! There is. You know this God you all keep referring to? Well, the TARDIS has been picking up some strange readings and she finally has enough power in her to tell us why. There is a ton of vortex energy here that was leftover from when it was first created and I think I figured out why!" He paused looking rather pleased with himself.
"Ok," Sam nodded, "You going to tell us why?"
"Yes."
Sam waited, giving the Doctor an expectant look. Cas had gone back to looking down at the girl. Sam rolled his eyes, "Why?"
"Because God was a time lord," the Doctor smiled looking rather proud of himself.
"You're joking," Sam scoffed.
"Nope. The TARDIS just confirmed it," the Doctor said. "I remember hearing rumors long ago of this creator among us, kind of like a mad scientist. They were only rumors so I never looked into them, far too busy roaming and having adventures. But this creator was mad enough to go and make his own universe to play with, away from the scrutiny of our laws. I don't know exactly how he managed it, but he did because here you are!"
"I don't understand," Sam said.
"It all makes sense and if I could talk to this Metatron person I could confirm it," the Doctor growled. "But good ol' Castiel down there said there's no way to get to him."
"There isn't. He's locked all the angels out of heaven," Castiel said looking up at him.
"So," the Doctor said clapping his hands again, "As soon as the TARDIS is refueled enough, I'm going to take a quick peak up there and check it out."
"You won't be able to get in," Castiel argued. "Only angels are allowed and you are not an angel."
"If Heaven is what I think it is, I'll be perfectly fine," the Doctor argued back. "It's just on a different plane here. The TARDIS will have no problem."
"I am telling you, you won't be able to get in."
"As you see, Castiel is of a different opinion," the Doctor grumbled.
"I am an angel of the lord-"
"Without his grace," the Doctor smirked. "You are only a byproduct of this God's creations. I am part of his race and I am telling you, this is Time Lord science, no matter what kind of science it is, or messed up, or whichever, but I know it when I see it. If you wish, I will prove it to all in due time."
"What's with all the yelling?" Ryse asked quietly from the couch.
"Oh good, you're awake," the Doctor said bouncing down the steps. "We were just having a nice little discussion about making a visit to this Heaven place so I can prove to the rest of them, mainly Castiel, that I am right and that this whole place exists because of my race…well one time lord in particular."
"Ok, but can't you do it quieter? I'm trying to sleep," Ryse moaned. She still hadn't opened her eyes up.
"How you feeling Ryse?" Sam asked. "Back to normal yet?"
"No and I have a migraine and you people yelling back and forth is not helping said migraine. Really, I just want to go back to sleep. It's the only way for me to recharge. If I don't recharge by the time the TARDIS is at full power, no one is getting home."
"See! That's the other thing! The TARDIS wouldn't be able to refuel here unless there was some sort of rift that connects it to the time vortex," the Doctor said bouncing.
Ryse's skin started taking on a gleam to it, "My demon half may be diminished inside, and I may only be at about a quarter of my power, but I will smote you where you stand if you do not SHUT UP!"
The three men all took steps back and looked at her. She had sat up and was glaring up at the Doctor. Her eyes were normal, but there was a definite shadowing coming out of her back.
"Are those wings?" the Doctor asked, generally curious. Ryse moved so quick no one had a chance to do anything before she appeared next to the Doctor, the machete from the table in her hand. She held it at chest height in front of the Doctor and glared up at him.
"Ryse," Sam said, his voice wary as he stepped forward to try and calm her down. "Ryse, put it down." Ryse ignored him and just continued to glare at the Doctor who was glaring back at her. "Cas, some help?"
"Ryse," Cas said. The girl twitched in response. Sam nodded him on. "Ryse, put it down." Ryse turned her glare at him, a questioning look on her face. "It's ok, we'll stop arguing."
Ryse sighed before her wrist let the machete clatter down onto the ground. The next second later her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, the Doctor just barely catching her.
"Um, that was…different," the Doctor chuckled, a bit of relief showing in his voice. "Has she been doing that often?"
Sam nodded as he hurried over to help the Doctor lift her up, "Yea sort of. Apparently, she's pushed her powers too far and can't function properly until they're a hundred percent. I'm going to move her to one of the rooms here. Then she can recover in peace."
"Yo what's with all the commotion?" Dean asked poking his head out of the kitchen.
"The Doctor and Cas were arguing and woke Ryse up. We have discovered, it's not something you want to do," Sam said adjusting Ryse and walking back to where the bedrooms were. "I'm putting her in a room."
"Good idea," Dean agreed. He watched Sam walk away and turned to the two men, "So what's up?"
"The Doctor seems to think that one of his kind-"
"I don't think anything," the Doctor said leaning back against the table. "I know. It's a fact. The TARDIS scanned everything and that's what it boils down too. I'm sorry, but it is what it is. It means nothing different though."
Castiel turned to glare at him, "If what you say is true, then why has he disappeared? Why isn't he still here playing with us all like you say?"
"Because," the Doctor sighed, "I'm the only one left. There was a war. My whole planet and people were destroyed. God was probably one of them."
A/N: Hope you are all enjoying it :)