A.N. So, major oops. I got prologue and epilogue mixed up. Reposting. Sorry if it confused anybody else.
Author's Note: Another Mother is complete. Yeah! I made it before the Season finale. But I have a small series of Epilogues, or a small series of Sequels, your choice on what to call them. Again, for the record no copyright infringement intended.
Nine minutes
Dean had been on his brother's heel when he had opened the door and found her there. The severe lip-lock that had followed answered any question he had of which Amelia had come back. He had acted as a shield; keeping the others out of the foyer for as long as he could. It hadn't really been hard for the first few minutes; they all knew the lovers needed a minute to reunite.
"Oh My God!" Missouri cried when she finally pushed Dean aside, and looked into her hallway. "Go get that wet dress off. And you two," and she pointed at Sam and Dean, "lay something down to soak up all that water."
Amelia just stared at the psychic. She couldn't hear her thoughts, at all. She had no idea if Missouri was really that upset about a rug, or was just being 'blustery'; she hoped the second, but started off down the hall toward their room.
Jody, Cassie and Charlie joined her; well, took her was more accurate. The, now ex, goddess just staring at everyone; everything they said coming as a surprise. As the women helped her get her wet dress off, her body shook uncontrollably. She was cold, a new and unwelcome sensation; and she noticed her stomach ached just as it rumbled loudly.
"Did you eat anything this afternoon?" Jody asked. Amelia shook her head. "And you didn't anything last night. Okay. Ladies, we need to get her some food." She added, employing what they all recognized as her 'mom' voice. Jody quickly rummaged through Sam's bags and found a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. The younger women helped her into the warm but gigantic clothes. After a minute of rolling up sleeves and hems, Amelia was starting to feel some warmth, and could walk without tripping over her attire.
She watched the faces of the women helping her, trying to get a sense of what was going through their minds; she was going to have to learn to read body-language and facial expression, like humans did. That was when it hit her. SHE WAS HUMAN! She was cold, hungry and cut off from other's minds. As her friends led her back to the kitchen, she stubbed her toe on the doorframe; and cried out in pain.
As she fell to the floor and grabbed her throbbing toe, tears came springing from her eyes. 'I can't do this! I've only been human for nine minutes, and I'm on the floor sobbing. What have I done? ' She looked up as Sam reached her, having heard her cry out.
He was on the floor and wrapping his arms around her. "Amelia, what happened?"
"I stubbed my toe!" She wailed. "It hurts. And I'm cold, and hungry." She paused as she sobbed into his, still wet from their embrace, shirt. "Sam, I've never been any of those things before!"
Sam looked over her shoulder and saw Dean watching him, with a huge grin on his face. Sam wondered how his brother could find amusement in Amelia's discomfort; but then he remembered what Dean had gone through when Cas had lost his powers, and how exasperated his brother had been.