"What's up Uncle Dean?" Ryse asked giving Dean a curious expression.

"We have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"The kind where Cas and Meg can't be here."

"What are you talking about?"

Dean crossed his arms, "How much do you actually know about what's going on here?"

"Depends what you mean."

"Sam for starters."

"Oh…uh, is this a Zeke problem?" she asked looking uncomfortable.

Dean nodded, letting out a sigh, "Yea. Seems to feel that if they're both here, the whole angel faction is going to come after us. If they don't go, he's going and I need him to finish healing Sam."

"Have you told Uncle Sam yet?"

"Nope."

Ryse clenched her jaw, "Where is he?"

"What?"

"Where is he?" she asked again. Dean gave her a wary look before she stormed off in search of Sam. She found him in the kitchen getting a drink.

"Hey Ryse, what's up?" he asked as she shut the door on him. She slammed him back into the wall.

"Talk to me you leech!" she growled at him.

"Ryse, what are-" Sam started, but she slammed him back into the wall again.

"Get out here!" She watched his eyes flash blue and the angel inside her Uncle take over.

"I don't take kindly to fledglings telling me what to do," he replied in Sam's voice.

"What's your problem Ezekiel?" she snarled as Dean came into the kitchen.

He looked over at Dean, "You told her?"

"Well, yea," Dean shrugged. "I mean, they are her parents and she is from the future so yea, I told her."

"Then she should know how dangerous it is for them to stay here. Come to mention it, for her as well. Especially if the faction finds out what she is."

"Listen here, Ezekiel," Ryse continued to growl. "You need us more than we need you. If I had my full power back, I'd pull you out kicking and screaming by your grace. But. I'm not going to do that because my dad has vouched for you. Keep in mind, that I can heal Uncle Sam just as easily as you can. We don't need you. My parents are staying. End of story. Got it?"

"You will not tell me what to do child."

"Do not test me Ezekiel. I may be a child, but I am far more powerful than you, even when you're a hundred percent," she said as her wings spread out behind her and her eyes flashed black briefly. Ezekiel stared at her through Sam's eyes for a moment before nodding slightly. Next thing they knew, Sam's eyes flashed again, returning to normal.

"Ryse, what's going on?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

Before she could respond, her eyes rolled up and she fell forward into Sam's chest. Sam looked up at a bewildered Dean, "Any idea what that was about?"

"Nope, not a clue," Dean shook his head.

"So let me get this straight," Meg said coming into the room Ryse was using. Castiel was just finishing wrapping up her burned hand as she slept on. "Kid uses too much power and then passes out?"

"It seems so," Castiel said looking up at her as she walked closer.

"And supposedly she's…"

"Ours? Yes, it would seem so."

"You believe her?" Meg asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"I have yet to see anything to disprove what she's said, so yes."

"How about the fact it's not possible? There can't be whatever she is.""

"Well there is," he said turning back to finish what he was doing. "Besides, she brought you back."

"She did, didn't she," Meg sighed placing a hand on Castiel's shoulder.

Castiel closed the first aid kit and pulled the covers the rest of the way over Ryse before standing up and taking Meg's hand, leading her from the room, "You have some cuts that should be clean."

"Yea, guess the boost there didn't include a quick heal," Meg chuckled. "Is what she said also true? You don't have your grace?"

He nodded again, "I was naïve, vain and proud and thought I could fix heaven myself. Needless to say, it backfired on me."

"How's the adjustment going?"

"It's been….rather educational to say the least," he said. "There are many things to get used to."

"Yea, like what?" she asked as he led her into a different room. She sat down on the bed as he pulled up a chair.

"Eating, sleeping, urinating," he listed as he started dabbing at a cut on her forehead.

She watched him carefully, "Why does it feel we've done this dance before Clarence?"

"It is very similar to the day we rescued you from Crowley."

"Oh, right. Then I got shanked," she muttered. "I help save their asses, three different times and I get killed for it. Remind me not to help them anymore." He smirked at her. "What? I'm serious. I'm sick of helping them and getting the short end of the stick here."

"Sam and Dean mean well."

"Yea, sure. That's why everyone around them ends up dead." Castiel went to move away, having finished cleaning the cuts. Meg grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, leaning forward to meet him, kissing him gently. She pulled away a few seconds later, "Been wanting to do that since you popped into my after party."

He gave her a small smile before closing the distance again and kissing her back.

Ryse yawned as she walked back out to the main room. The only one awake was Sam who was sitting at the map table with books spread out all over it.

"Whatcha up to?" she asked sitting down next to him.

"Just doing some research," he replied leaning back in the chair. "By the way, want to tell me what all that was before you passed out?"

"Oh, that?" He nodded at her and waited. "Must've been seeing things or something."

"Seeing things?"

"Yea…the uh, energy from the TARDIS must've messed with my head a bit and I thought you were someone else."

"Really? You seemed coherent to me." She smiled innocently at him. He shook his head, "Whatever. So what happens now?"

"Now I wait for the TARDIS to refuel a bit more and go home," she sighed looking towards the kitchen as her stomach rumbled. "Sooner the better probably. Where's everyone else at?"

"Sleeping probably."

"And what are you researching?"

"Trying to see if the Men of Letters have anything on you. Figured we should be prepared for the big day. When is that by the way?"

"Spoilers Uncle Sam," she giggled. "And they don't. You've looked hundreds of times. I'm like Tigger from 'Winnie the Pooh'."

"Bouncy and trouncy and fun?" Sam laughed.

"That and I'm the only one," she winked. "Is there any food?"

"Yea," he nodded. "Come on, let's get you something to munch on and then I'm off to bed."

"Where are you going?"

Meg pulled her shirt over her head and turned to smile down at Castiel, "Can't imagine the Winchesters want me hanging around. Probably best I'm off of my own accord."

"They'll let you stay Meg."

"Yea, ok," she scoffed. "What do they want with me around?"

"You've been an asset to them in the past."

"Yea and they were never happy about it. Come on Cas, you know I can't stay," she said sitting back down on the bed next to him. He grabbed her hand and gently kissed the back of it. "I'm a demon. I don't belong here."

"Then I'm going with you."

"Cas, no-"

"You're in just as much danger out there as I am and I have a whole horde of de-winged angels looking for me. Just stay for a while. Make sure your demon powers are working right."

She watched him for a few seconds, contemplating what he was saying and remembering what the Doctor had told her in the TARDIS. Her powers seemed to be in a bit of a snooze so defending herself, let alone anyone else, was out of the question. She took a deep breath and gave him a sad smile, "Why are you so sweet on me Clarence?"

"I could ask you that same question."

She stood up, "How about a tour of this place?"

"Does that mean you're staying?" he asked sitting up.

"For now," she shrugged. "At least until the kid gets home."

He nodded before standing up and putting his own clothes on. Meg leaned back against the desk and waited patiently, enjoying the view while she could. Part of her still found what Ryse was saying, hard to be true. Castiel straightened up after he finished buttoning his shirt and looked at her, "What?"

"Nothing," she said winking at him and sauntering past and out the door. "So how'd they come across this place anyway?"

"It belonged to the Men of Letters," Castiel said following her out, "which their grandfather was a part of. One of the last known members."

"Interesting," she said as they walked back out to the main room where Dean was sitting, a cup of coffee in front of him.

"What are you two doing?" Dean grumbled at them.

"Cas is giving me a tour," Meg said smiling at him.

"Tour huh?" Dean asked looking over at Castiel who nodded. "Don't forget to charge her at the end."

"Oh we took care of that last night," she replied. Dean narrowed his eyes at her and shifted uncomfortably in the seat.

"You face looks better than it did when we got back."

"Nothing like a little TLC to recharge the system, if you catch my drift. Come on Clarence, where's those showers at?"

Dean watched them go off and huffed. He really wasn't going to enjoy the demon's company, but it seemed he'd have to suck it up. The kid insisted they had to stay here and seemed to convince Zeke enough to keep him quiet and still. Ryse walked out from the TARDIS.

"Morning Uncle Dean."

"Morning kid," Dean sighed. "You just missed your parentals."

"Oh, no problem," she said sitting down with him at the table. "It's actually kind of weird seeing them together now before they're ya know…together."

"More together than you think…" he muttered. She gave him a confused look. "Nothing."

A/N: figured Zeke had to make an appearance...especially since it irritated me a little that he made Castiel leave in the S9-3... hope you're enjoying!