A/N: two chaps tonight since i shall be gone for a week on a very big boat :) hoping to get a ton more writing done!

"So, when you headed back?" Dean asked.

"The Doctor said the TARDIS is almost ready. Going to get mom kinda drained it more than he intended, course that was probably some of my fault as well. Another day or two should be good enough to get me home and then get them back to where they're from."

"And then how long til you pop up again?"

"Nice try Uncle Dean," she chuckled. "Uncle Sam tried last night. I can't tell you."

"I don't get what the big deal is," he said leaning back in his seat. "And how is it you know everything about everything going on if you're not even born yet?"

"Bedtime stories."

"Bedtime stories? Really?"

"Yup," Ryse smiled. "You all would tell me stories about you're adventures and hunts from before I was born."

"Must've been some bedtime. Didn't you end up with nightmares?"

"Never bothered me any," she shrugged. "Besides, if you haven't already noticed, our family isn't exactly normal."

"That's an understatement," he chuckled. "So what, hang out here until your ride's ready?"

"Suppose so," she shrugged again. "Besides, my powers aren't fully back."

"Does it normally take this long?"

"Normally I have time to rest before I have to use it again. Unlike now when it's bam, bam, bam, back to back."

Sam came back into the bunker and threw a newspaper at Dean, "Problem. Got some strange things going on a town over."

"What kind of problem we looking at?" Dean asked picking up the paper.

"Unexplained deaths."

"Oh good, something different," he said as he unfolded the paper to read through it himself.

"Sounds like it should be a pretty simple hunt, seems demon related."

"Those never turn out simple," Dean muttered. He looked over at Ryse, "How 'bout it kid? You up for it?"

She smiled at him, "I think I can manage. Let me pop in and tell the Doctor and Clara where I'm going in case the TARDIS recharges while we're out and they want to leave."

"Yea, sure," Dean said as Sam pulled up out his laptop.

Ryse got up and walked back over to the TARDIS and walked inside. Clara and the Doctor were discussing something at the console. They stopped their conversation when Clara pointed out she was there.

"What's up?" Clara asked as Ryse got closer.

"I'm going out with my uncles," Ryse said bouncing on her toes in excitement.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting so you can send us back?" the Doctor huffed.

"This won't take much. As long as I don't access my powers while I'm out I should be fine," Ryse answered.

"Why don't I go with her?" Clara asked looking up at the Doctor.

"Too dangerous."

"I'll keep an eye on her," Ryse said. "And there's nowhere safer than with my uncles outside this bunker."

The Doctor looked at the two hopeful faces and growled at them, "Fine! But no killing!"

"It if comes to a matter of the whatever it is dying and Clara dying, which one you think is getting killed?" Ryse asked raising an eyebrow at him. "Maybe you should go out with my Uncles."

"I'm quite alright," the Doctor responded. "Besides, there's something I want to discuss with Kevin and possibly your parents."

"Like what?" Ryse asked intrigued.

"Nothing that concerns you. I'm just interested in the whole demon and angels and want to know more and Kevin apparently has some stone tablet thing that is a tell-all about both species," the Doctor explained. "He told me I could take a look at them while I'm here."

"Oh, ok," Ryse nodded knowing what he was talking about. She could never figure out what they said even though she'd seen them a few times when Kevin was still trying to research if she was possible or not. "Let's go then Clara, they're waiting."

"Ha! I knew it!" the Doctor yelled excitedly causing Kevin to jump in surprise.

"Knew what?" Kevin asked as the Doctor picked up one of the tablets and scanned over it, excitement on his face.

"This further proves my theory. Do you know what this writing is?" the Doctor asked thrusting the tablet into Kevin's face.

"Uh, some sort of ancient text that only a very rare few can read?" Kevin replied.

"Sort of, but not my point! It's a form of ancient Galifreyan!" he said bouncing on his toes.

"Which is what exactly?"

"The language of my people," the Doctor beamed. "This just further proves my theory that this God is a Time Lord!"

"Which means what exactly?"

"Which means I really would like to go talk to this Metatron. Mainly just to further prove my theory and if God really has just up and disappeared, maybe, just maybe he never actually got stuck in the time lock and destroyed with everyone else. There might be another Time Lord out there!"

"What's the commotion about?" Meg asked as her and Castiel walked back into the room, Cas trialing behind her. He paused to look around.

"Where are the Winchesters and Ryse?" he asked noticing their absence.

"Oh, they went on a hunt," Kevin answered taking the tablet back from the Doctor who pouted at him.

"A hunt? Where?"

Kevin shrugged, "Didn't say really. Said it wasn't far and shouldn't take too long. Ryse and Clara went with."

"Ryse isn't strong enough to be helping on a hunt," Castiel said looking between the two men. "She should still be here recovering her strength to get home."

"She seemed ok to me," the Doctor shrugged. "She insisted on going anyway. Besides, Clara is with her if anything bad happens."

"There's a lot bad that can happen on a hunt. Clara alone will not be able to protect her and if it gets too-"

Meg put a hand on Castiel's arm to quiet him. He looked down at her. "Come on Cas, kid knows what she's doing otherwise she wouldn't have went along. It's noble and all acting like the concerned over protective parent, but you're not her father. Not yet at least. Do you really think she would have taken kindly to you trying to boss her and tell her what to do when you barely even know her to begin with?"

"So what's the plan?" Clara asked the brother's. She and Ryse were sitting in the back of the Impala. "We go charging in with holy water and bibles shouting Latin?"

Sam chuckled, "Not exactly. Gotta do a bit of background to figure out what we're dealing with. You ladies get to hang out in the car while we go talk to the authorities and see if we can get some information on the subject."

"Why don't you drop Clara and I off at the victim's family and we'll talk to them while you do that?" Ryse suggested.

"Don't think so kid," Dean answered. "You're sticking with us."

"Come on, don't be like that. I can help," Ryse whined.

"Ryse," Sam said, "We let you come with, you're doing what we say."

"Fine," she huffed.

"So," Clara asked leaning forward. As Dean pulled into the lot, "What do we think we're dealing with?"

"Going to figure it out," Dean said getting out.

"We'll be right out," Sam said to them. They closed the doors and Ryse watched them walk up to the precinct.

Ryse sighed and looked around the small town. Something didn't feel right, though there was a twinge of familiar there. She rolled down the window and stuck her head out, taking in the scents. She opened the door when she caught a smell of something familiar.

"Where are you going?" Clara asked.

"Just come on," Ryse said motioning to her as she followed her nose.

"Sam and Dean said to stay in the car."

"Yea well, spidey senses and all," Ryse said as the scent led her to an alley. She looked around, taking in the sights and smells. Something by the dumpster caught her attention and she walked over to it. Along the wall were deep gouge marks. "Crap."

"What?" Clara asked looking over her shoulder.

"I know what's here," she said smiling up at Clara. "Let's go back to the car and wait for my uncles."

Ryse looked around the alley quick before walking back to the car. Dean was just walking out of the precinct and glared at her when he saw they were no longer in the car.

"I told-"

"I know what's here," Ryse said cutting over his lecture.

"Yea, it's a demon," Dean replied rolling his eyes.

Ryse shook her head, "The demon brought a friend. I found claw marks in the alley over there."

"Ok. Claw marks, could mean anything. Could've been there awhile," Dean shrugged.

"Not with a fresh scent trail," she said tapping her nose. "There's a hellhound here."

"Yea, ok," Dean scoffed. "How do you figure that?"

Ryse rolled her eyes, "I know what they smell like. I bet anything it's a rogue cross-road demon cashing in on some deals."

"How do you know what they smell like?" Dean asked perplexed.

Ryse shrugged, "I've played with one since I was little."

"You what?" Ryse smiled at him. "Who let you play with a hellhound? How is that even possible? They're mean sons of a bitches."

Ryse sighed, "There's been one guarding the bunker ever since before I was born. Don't ask me how it got there, he's just always been there. He's the nicest thing really."

"This has Meg written all over it," Dean grumbled. "Only she would think it sadistic enough to let her kid play with a hellhound."

"Mom had nothing to do with it," Ryse growled back.

Dean was about to reply when Clara cut him off, "How do we take care of the one that's here?"

"Well," Dean sighed, "We can't see the bitches, so aim is gonna be hard. They can be slowed down by salt. Angel blades work, so does the knife."

"How are we supposed to stop something we can't see?" Clara asked confused.

"I can see them," Ryse said. "I can also see there's an angel hanging out in that diner over there watching us."