Ryse rolled her eyes before standing up, taking her burger with her, and heading over to the TARDIS. The Doctor pulled her in and shut the door, locking it behind her.

"What's all this about then?" Clara asked looking cross by the TARDIS console.

"I don't like it here," the Doctor started rattling off. "I don't like them. They kill too easy."

"That's my family you're talking about," Ryse grumbled unwrapping her burger.

"I don't care," the Doctor growled. "I knew I never should have let you in here in the first place."

"Doctor," Clara said, a warning in her voice.

He turned around, rage plain on his face, "We just watched them kill three people, three people-"

"Who were possessed by demons and probably dead anyway," Clara argued. "You heard what Dean and Sam both said about it. "

"Yes I did. And then watch them cover up the bodies instead of calling the authorities!"

Ryse huffed and rolled her eyes and paused in chewing the bite she had taken, "You don't do that here."

"Why not?"

"Because," Ryse tried to explain, "Not everyone here knows monsters exist. They all just go along their own happy little lives and know nothing, nothing about the world around them. They are oblivious to everything. Magic, ghosts, demons, angels. They think it's all a myth, stories. Only those that live in the world know of it. Only those that protect know of it. Those men out there are good men. They've stopped countless monsters and demons from just taking what they want. They've saved countless lives. They've done things you could only dream about!"

"Ryse," Clara said stepping forward. Ryse looked over at her. The Doctor watched her as she turned to glower back at him.

"I'm fine," Ryse said taking another bite of her burger. "I rested enough, I can control myself, thanks."

The Doctor marched grumpily around the TARDIS, "Well my ship hasn't. This is all your fault."

"Because telling a child everything is their fault is a good way to keep them out of therapy," Ryse mumbled. The Doctor and Clara looked at her. "What?"

"Ryse," the Doctor said, "You haven't told them everything have you?"

"Everything like what?" she asked tilting her head.

"Like your parents and what it's like in your time."

She felt her cheeks flushed, "I didn't give them an exact time frame or anything. I told them even though I look sixteen, there's some speedy aging thing going on. Not sure if they believe me though. My uncles are a lot smarter than people give them credit for. They figure things out pretty quick on their own."

"So they know? Who you are, who your parents are?" Ryse nodded. "What about your father?" Ryse didn't answer. "Ryse, if you tell them too much about their futures, you could change everything," the Doctor explained taking a step closer to her. "When you go back, you could be going back to a completely different situation. Remember, you even told them it could cause a paradox. It might."

Ryse shook her head, "I don't know...telling them, letting them know who I am to them, it just feels right. Like this was supposed to hap-"

She broke off. A sudden memory flashing through her mind. Anger and yelling. Her uncles and parents arguing in the living room, not knowing she was in the hall listening.

"Ryse?" Clara said putting a hand on her arm. "Ryse, is everything alright?"

"Sorry," Ryse shook her head. "I just remembered something..." She looked up at the Doctor and Clara who were both watching her. A mixture of concern and curiosity on both their faces. "From the night before I ended up in your world."

"What?"

"They knew," Ryse said.

"Who knew?" the Doctor pushed.

"My family," Ryse answered looking up at him. "They knew this would happen. That's why...that's why dad's been pushing me. He wanted me prepared for when this happened. That's why he was always lecturing me on using too much of my power at once. And that's why they were arguing." She took a breath, excitement flooding her chest as pieces of her life that never made sense, started to. "They were all in the living room yelling at each other. Well, dad wasn't. My uncles and mom were yelling at each other. They didn't want dad and I to practice what he had planned for the next day. I remember dad saying that we had to, that it was time."

"Why were they all upset?" Clara asked. Ryse shrugged. "Doctor?"

He rubbed his face and looked tired all of a sudden, "It's possible. This place doesn't exactly follow the rules of what I'm used to...which is probably why God put it so far out of reach for everyone. The TARDIS is still picking up some weird readings and I can't find anything in the archives about him. It's almost like he deleted himself from Time Lord history."

The three were silent for a while. Ryse had since finished her burger and was playing with the crumbled up wrapper. There was something else nagging her, but she couldn't figure out what. She looked over at Clara, "You said you were going to make another pie?"

"Oh yea," Clara said, her face lighting up. "Want to help?"

"No apples, apples are rubbish," the Doctor mumbled as he walked to an unknown area of the TARDIS, leaving them alone in the main room.

"I'd love for you to leave that recipe," Ryse said as she followed Clara back out into the bunker. Her family was still sitting around the table.

"Everything ok?" Dean asked.

"Yuppers," Ryse said she said grabbing the carton of fries off the table. "We're going to go make pie."

Dean gave them a smile as they both walked off to the kitchen. Having a constant supply of pie would be a very good thing out of this whole thing, he thought to himself.

"What do you think Cas?" Sam asked after the girls had left the room.

"The other pie was very good," Castiel replied. Sam rolled his eyes.

"No Cas," Dean chuckled. "We mean them. I don't like this whole thing. Something ain't smelling right."

"The girl is young, but I feel she is telling the truth on things," Castiel replied. "As for the other two, I am still not sure."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him, "She told you." Castiel gave him a confused look. "Don't give me that. She told you who she was didn't she?"

Castiel sighed, "I sought my own answers. It wasn't hard considering what happened earlier and seeing as neither of you were going to tell me, I asked her myself."

"So you think she's telling the truth, that she's half-angel, half-demon even though there's never been such a thing before?" Sam asked.

"Just because there hasn't been, doesn't mean it can't ever be," Castiel sighed. "I don't know. My father works in mysterious ways."

"Yea but still, it doesn't make any sense," Sam argued. "Who she claims her mother is, is dead."

"It's possible we may be able to get to her though," Castiel replied as his brain worked.

"Yea, ok, say there was," Dean said, not at all enthused about having the demon back, "we don't even know the first thing about where they go when they kick it. They sure weren't in purgatory."

"Ryse knows. She's been there."

"Back so soon?" Meg said as Ryse sat down next to her on the cliff. Ryse looked at her mother's profile and noticed something off.

"What happened?" she asked quietly. Meg turned to look at her and she was able to see the gash on her head and swollen eye.

"After you zapped on out of here, some friends popped by for a visit," Meg sighed. "So, me and the tree-topper, huh?"

Ryse smiled, "Yea."

"Not too possible stuck in this place," Meg sighed, casting a glance over the trees and shadows behind her. "Hope he's got a good plan for getting me out."

"I think he's working on it."

"Hopefully he works quick. Maybe he can use whatever heavenly pull he has to get my ass out. This ain't the most desirable place."

"It's not supposed to be," Ryse said watching her mother closely. "Dad'll do what he can. He's kind of limited at the moment."

"What do you mean?" Meg asked.

"He's kinda stuck without his grace at the moment..." Meg stared at her. "There's a lot of stuff going on right now."

"Tell me." Ryse looked back out over the water and sighed. "Did the Olsen twins manage to shut the gates?"

Ryse shook her head, "It was a trick. Uncle Dean stopped Uncle Sam in time. Metatron-"

"Who the hells that?" Meg said before nodding, "Never mind. It's been a while. Go on."

"Metatron tricked dad into doing some kind of spell to expel all the angels from Heaven. He took dad's grace in the process."

"Great, let's hope he gets it back quick," Meg scoffed. "How is it you're getting here anyway?"

Ryse shrugged, "Don't know. I just kinda fall asleep and here I am...Maybe...maybe it's because of you, like you and dad have some sort of connection because you're supposed to be together and you're not, but then I'm here and since I'm a mix of the two of you it's forming some sort of pull since I'm already with dad and you're the only thing missing."

Meg raised an eyebrow at her, "Whatever you say kid."

"Uncle Dean calls me kid too," Ryse smiled.

"Great, I gotta deal with the Disney Princess still," Meg muttered making Ryse laugh.

"Ya know, I'm getting real tired of this fall asleep wherever I feel like it crap," Dean said looking down at Ryse who was passed out on the small table in the kitchen.

"She was fine and talking and the next second I knew, she was asleep," Clara explained as she cleaned up. "Which is why I came and got you."

"I'm of half a mind to leave her sleep there," Dean grumbled. Clara glared at him over her shoulder. "What? Serves her right."

"And here I thought you had a soft spot for kids," Clara rolled her eyes. Dean did his own orbital eye roll before walking over and lifting Ryse up gently and carrying her from the room.