Sam pulled the blankets over Ryse after he laid her down. She began stirring when he went to leave.

"Sorry Uncle Sam…" she mumbled pulling the blankets tighter around her.

"No harm done," Sam replied taking the chair from the desk and sitting on it. "How long until you're up and functioning?"

"It takes a few days," she answered. "My dad's not mad is he?"

Sam smiled and shook his head, "I think he's more concerned with what the Doctor is saying. So why so long to recharge? Is that a part of what you are?"

She sighed, "I guess. I don't really sleep too much, but when I need to, it can take up to a week for full power."

"And Dean said you're only like, ten or something?" She nodded, hoping the guilty blush wasn't too pronounced. "So a quicker growth rate comes with it too?"

"Suppose so," she sighed, trying to act nonchalant. The way her uncle was looking at her made her wary that he believed her. Sam nodded. "I'm going to go back to sleep now."

"Alright, if you need anything," Sam said standing up, "Come get one of us."

She yawned and turned over so her back was too him. Sam closed the door quietly and walked back out to the main room where Dean was now sitting at the table eating a large slice of pie. Sam looked around and saw they were alone.

"How's the kid?" Dean asked, his mouth full.

"Good. Fell back asleep," Sam said pulling out the chair and sitting across from his brother. "Where's everyone else?"

"Kevin took Clara and the Doc to grab some grub. Not sure where it is Cas got off to," Dean said. "You gotta try this pie."

"So the Doctor seems to think a whatever he is created this whole thing?"

Dean shrugged, "Kind of gives you a new outlook on things."

Ryse was wondering around the bunker. She blinked and found herself outside. It was dark and the only thing she could make out was she was standing near a cliff edge, looking out over what she thought could be the ocean. There was a lone figure standing at the edge looking across. Ryse walked closer and thought she recognized the figure.

"Mom?"

The figured turned and looked at her, appraising her before giving off a laugh, "Don't think so. I'm not the maternal type. Besides, I'm dead."

Ryse rolled her eyes, it was her mother all right. The only thing Ryse could think of was that somehow she was talking to her mother in the place where demons go. Ryse looked around.

"So which sorry sucker are you?" Ryse cocked her head. "Every other thing in here wants to tear me apart. Just curious to see who it is today."

Ryse shook her head, "I'm not here to tear you apart. Actually, I'm asleep at the bunker…this is all a dream to me I think."

"Must be nice," Meg scoffed at her. "So who are you exactly?"

Ryse debated about telling her the truth. There wasn't much she could do with it where she was.

"Hello? Did we forget how to talk or something?"

"Sorry, um," Ryse said biting her lip. "My name's Ryse."

"Meg. Whatcha doing here Ryse? Not many come here to visit, especially those of a non-demon variety."

"Well I'm only half," she said stepping closer to where her mom was standing. "And I don't know what I'm doing here…Uncle Sam put me to bed and at first I was dreaming I was in the bunker and the next second I was here."

"Yea, and who's your Uncle Sam?" Meg asked narrowing her eyes. "And how are you a half-demon? I've been around quite a while and the only half-demon I've ever heard of are the cambian variety and they are far and few between. Plus you don't seem very anti-Christy."

"Well it's kind of a new thing," Ryse said wondering how best to explain it. "May help the other half is angel I guess."

"Whoa," Meg chuckled. "That is definitely not possible. What demon would want to sleep with an angel?"

"Wasn't there a time when you would have done anything for your unicorn?" Ryse asked quietly. Meg looked unsettled at that statement and next second Ryse found herself held up against a tree.

"Who told you about that?" Meg snarled her eyes flashing black. "Who the hell are you?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Ryse managed to spit out.

"Yea? Try me."

"I'm your daughter."

"Funny, I don't remember popping out anything before I kicked it."

"You didn't," Ryse said, hoping her mom would start listening. She didn't know what would happen to her body if she was hurt here. "What if I told you dad gets you out?"

"Yea and who's that?"

"Who else would it be?" Ryse asked.

The next thing Ryse knew she was laying on the floor of the room Sam had put her in. She looked around confused and disoriented. It was only a moment later her eyesight finished adjusting and she saw someone sitting in the desk chair watching her.

"Are you alright?" Casitel asked. She looked up at her father.

"Um, I guess," she said rubbing her forehead.

"You were thrashing quite a bit. Were you dreaming?"

"Sort of?" she answered confused. Ryse pulled herself up onto the bed and pulled the blankets around her as she leaned back against the wall.

"Everyone feels the need to keep from me who it is you are."

"I'm sorry," she said not knowing what else there was to say.

"Why don't you tell me then?" Cas asked sitting back in the chair and looking at her expectantly. Ryse looked at him. "What's your name?"

"Ryse."

"And are you human Ryse?" She shook her head. "What are you then?"

"I don't know if I can tell you that without some major spoilers for the future." Castiel stared at her, his eyes piercing through like he could read her mind. She often had the feeling it was something her father could do in her time. "I'm a hybrid."

"Of what?" he asked patiently. "Please Ryse, I may be able to help you. I know you're part angel, I could see that much when you were angry earlier. What else?"

She sighed, "Demon."

"But there's never been-"

"Anything like me before?" Ryse finished. "I know. I'm unique. I'm the only one. I'm the unicorn amongst the herd."

"It would be considered blasphemist for either species to even attempt to reproduce together."

"Well, my parents aren't exactly the model creatures of their prospective species," she said giving him a small smile. "Which I suppose is your next question?" Castiel nodded. She sighed. Ryse really wasn't sure if this was something she was supposed to tell him. "I'm not sure if it's something you want to know."

"Why?" She bit her lip. "Your reluctance to tell me and the fact no one else will either, means that I must be involved someway, which leads my next question, who's your mother?"

"My full name is Claryse," she sighed. "Everyone calls me Ryse though. Mom thought it bittersweet considering it was extremely close to her nickname for you."

"She's dead," Castiel said narrowing his eyes. "It's impossible."

"You get her out."

Cas leaned forward more in the chair, a hopeful glean to his eyes, "How?"

"I don't know. You never told me," she said shaking her head sadly.

"So now what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm your father, what happens now?" he asked giving her a curious look.

"Don't know," Ryse shrugged before yawning. "I would like to get back to sleep."

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked again.

"Mom…" Ryse said quietly. "Except it was mom now, not mom that knows me." Ryse took a breath, "I was with mom in the place demons go when they die."

"Have you done something like that before?" She shook her head. "Maybe that's how we get her out and maybe that's why I never told you."

"You do do some strange things," Ryse chuckled. He gave her a rare smile. "Will you stay until I go to sleep?"

"I don't see the harm," he replied. She moved over and he moved to sit next to her on the bed. She curled into him like she so often did at home, feeling less the scared young girl she was than she had since the whole ordeal started.

"Have you seen Cas anywhere?" Dean asked two hours later. Sam looked up from the book he had been reading and shook his head. "Wonder where he got to…"

"Maybe he grabbed a room. He is mortal now ya know," Sam replied.

"Yea, maybe," Dean huffed. "I still don't know about all this crap going on. Kid shows up with two time travelers, claims to be the daughter of our best friend and God only knows who her mother is-," Sam shifted in his seat. Dean took notice. "Something you want to share with the class Sammy?"

"Hm? Me? No," Sam said shaking his head.

"Kid told you. Didn't she?"

"Not exactly," Sam muttered. "I asked, she confirmed."

"You going to tell me?" Sam shrugged. "It's a demon, how much worse can it be?"

Sam sighed, "Don't freak." Dean raised an eyebrow at him. "Meg."

"Wait…what?" Dean snapped. "That's not possible. Meg died. We saw Crowley gank her with an angel sword. If the kid is from the future, how is it Meg's her mother? It's not, that's how."

"Dean, calm down," Sam huffed. Dean continued to storm around the room. Sam checked his watch before looking up to the bunker door. "Hey, shouldn't Kevin and them been back by now?"

Dean stopped his tantrum and looked at Sam, "You're right…where are they?"

"Beats me. Did he call you?"

"Nope," Dean said pulling out his phone. "Son of a bitch…I don't like this. And Cas is who knows where in this place."

"Dean, I'm sure everyone is fine," Sam said as Dean's phone actually took that moment to ring.

"Hello?" Dean grumbled. "Where the hell are you guys!? … What do you mean you went bowling!? All you were supposed- … Yea, we're coming.."

"Bowling?" Sam chuckled.

"Apparently and now there are demons there," Dean muttered. Sam closed his books and stood up, grabbing his jacket as Dean went to the weapons closet. "Just leave a note for Cas I guess."