Inuyasha x Supernatural

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She slammed heavily into the ground, the breath knocked right out of her, escaping as a wheezing, choked cough. The slimy appendage of one of Naraku's tentacles had wrapped tightly around her left ankle and was quickly climbing up her leg and squeezing her waist to a painful degree.

The others were shouting as she was being dragged with the monster into the pits of hell, while she herself was scrabbling for a foothold, something to grab onto and all the while telling the others to stay back. She managed to grab onto a long bow and her sword, gifted to her by Sesshoumaru himself.

Though soon enough, with her only weapons gripped tightly in her hands till her knuckles were white, she was soon wrapped completely with Naraku's tentacles as the two disappeared through the portal to hell that had been opened.

The others simply froze as the reality of what just happened finally sunk in. Sango clutched at Miroku as she let out a sob, raising a hand to stifle any more of them that wanted to escape. Shippo's own wails were already echoing in the open around them. Miroku cringed when he felt a throb in his right hand. Removing the prayer beads and cloth, he frowned. He was finally free of the Wind Tunnel, but it cost him, all of them, Kagome.

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It had been a few months since Cas had pulled him out of hell, and all for the reason of the Apocalypse. Something he wasn't too happy about. And now here they were, the three of them because there seemed to be a crack to hell and demons were escaping through it. Which was luckily enough, in the middle of nowhere. So that meant either, that there would be no casualties as they fought those that would protect this crack, or it would take them a while to get to anywhere should anything happen.

"So, why exactly are we here again?" Dean muttered out. His hold on the duffel bag strap tightened as the three of them continued through the bush to the open field just up ahead of them.

"There is a crack open to Hell, and demons are escaping through it. I fear that whatever made it has yet to come through, and until then, it will remain open."

"So, we're here to what? Watch your back until you complete sealing it?"

"Yes."

Dean grunted slightly, if there was one thing about Castiel that he had noticed in the last few months, that the angel was blunt to the point that he was almost naïve and childlike. It pissed him off at certain times. Especially with the appearing-disappearing act. And if not that, then leaving without giving them the whole answer.

"Okay, great to know. Do you have any idea as to what's trying to get out?"

"No."

"Well isn't that just perfect. Do you know how many already got out and how many are still hanging around?"

"No."

"That's even better!" he couldn't help but gripe out.

Sam rolled his eyes, though he could understand where his brother was coming from. Ever since Dean had come back, they had only gotten half answers to any of there questions. Now they were being chased by demons and others alike with their plans of going along with the End of the World.

The finally made it to the edge of the field, already they counted at least 10 people. All of them possessed, if their black eyes were anything to go by. Crouching down, they ruffled through their bags, grabbing at their weapons and extra ammo.

They stopped when they noticed that a thick, heavy and violet colored fog started to seep up from the ground and fill the area. It curled around the legs of those standing in clearing. They noticed, that while the people weren't effected, it was killing off the plant life surrounding them.

"What the hell..."

Soon enough, a man emerged, and Dean couldn't help but snort at how he looked. He wore his hair long, abnormally so, he was sickly pale and wore the strangest style of clothing. But the fact that he wasn't showing any signs of demonic possession, yet the others that were possessed didn't seem to mind. They freely interacted with the man as if he were an equal.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"No. This does not make any sense."

"This just keeps getting better and better." Dean muttered under his breath.

"We've been in tougher situations before." Sam spoke up, hoping to lighten up the situation.

"Oh yeah! Give me the top three." Dean asked, shooting Sam's light support down to crash and burn.

"Well, there was... How about when... You remember the time, when..." he couldn't really come up with one, not one that measured up to their current situation. Not with this many possessed people, strange deadly fog and a mysterious person.

And then it happened. They weren't sure what happened or how it happened, but soon enough the demons were attacking them. And they just kept coming and coming. Even with the knife they 'borrowed' from Ruby. It didn't help, that as soon as they got close to the fog, it started to take effect on them. It was like acid, it ate away at their clothing and skin as soon as they stepped into it.

It left them at a standstill, the demons had a save zone that they couldn't enter, but the demons wouldn't get to close because they had the knife that could kill them. But the strangest thing that happened, was that the man was shifting, changing in a very hellish sort of way. Reminding Dean of just before he entered hell, of how he was able to see what the demons truly looked like.

Soon enough, long tentacles were reaching for them, and while they did slash at them with the knife, it didn't do much. And before they could reach them completely, a bright light fill the area. Clearing any remnants of the fog and disintegrating the large appendages that had been reaching for them.

"Miko."

"That was a warning shoot. The next will mean your death."

Though Naraku smirked when she slung the bow, that she had dragged with her into hell, over her shoulder and walked forward. She and Naraku turned towards a sudden shout, spying the three men standing just outside where Naraku's miasma had once been. She raised a brow, ignoring their concerned outcry, and continued on into the midst of the possessed people.

Once they got within her reach, she pressed her hand to the closest one and purified the demon that was within the person, and when it was done, they dropped. They continued until it was only Kagome and Naraku standing in the clearing.

The three watched as the people dropped after being touched by the woman. She had just suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and when they tried to warn her before she entered the clearing. She seemed pale, a stark contrast against the darkness of the night. Her long dark hair covering her back, and the only things she had on her were the two weapons, a bow and sword. She wore these strange faded wide red pants, and her chest was in wraps. Other than that, there was nothing to indicate who, or what she was.

"Do you know what she just did?" Sam whispered, leaning a little closer towards Castiel.

"I believe she purified the demons."

"What the hell does that mean!" Dean hissed, turning to the angel himself, still clueless as to what the hell was going on.

"He called her a miko earlier. They were once holy warriors from ancient Japan. They had the ability to annihilate any form of evil, destroy a soul completely."

The brothers turned to Castiel, both slightly wondering if they heard him correctly. Not only that, it sounded like he was slightly in wonder. But Sam had caught on how he described them.

"Were? That's past tense. Are you saying, that they don't exist anymore or something?"

"The last greatest miko disappeared a little over 500 years ago. Soon, the ones they fought against began to disappear and hide themselves amongst humans, meaning there were less and less need for true miko's."

The brothers kept switching their gazes from the two in the clearing, to Castiel, then back to the clearing. It left them wondering what exactly was going on. Was this woman really a miko, one of these so called holy warriors that could destroy a soul completely? Then she could be able to help them with this whole Apocalypse. Right?

And then the two of them were clashing. The three of them just stood there watching the two of them go at it. It reminded the two brothers of those samurai movies with how they were moving about and fighting. But, the woman had the upper hand, and it seemed the man knew it as well. But he was going to go out fighting. He simply kept toying with the woman, dodging and sending extended appendages in their direction.

"Enough, this time I will destroy you."

With a burst of speed, she ducked under a swing in her direction, standing up, she spun her blade arm about in such a way, that while the two were back to back, her blade was at the man's neck. After a tense few moments, she spun about once again and cleaved the man's head clean from his shoulders. While the head rolled forward, the body tipped backwards and began to fall too it's knees. But neither the head or body made contact with the ground, both turned into a show of glittering ash.

They took in how she dispassionately watched the ash fall and then turned to the ground with a slight frown. They watched as she blinked in rapid session a few times before she took in her surroundings, as if seeing the world for the first time. Looking up, she let out a quiet whimper and fell to her knees.

"Should we go to her?" Sam leaned over towards Dean, whispering his question, as they kept their attention on the woman.

"I honestly don't know." Dean whispered his reply, frowning slightly when the woman leaned forward and seemed to nuzzle her face into the grass beneath her. She wore a smile of absolute bliss while she rubbed her face into the grass, the fact that she also seemed to be crying made the whole situation surreal.

They stood their full height from their slightly crouched positions at the edge of the clearing, and started towards her, making sure to step over the few unconscious bodies. Sam, being the more caring of the two stepped closer to her to check on her and ask if she was alright. Only, his movements were halted when cold metal was suddenly pressed lightly against his neck.

His eyes flashed down against the metal that shined in the night light and followed it to the hand that held it and then up the arm till his eyes were clashing with dark and guarded sapphire's. Immediately both his hands were up in a sign of surrender and he stumbled back.

"Look, I'm sorry. I was just making sure you were alright. Are, you alright?" he noticed she was taking everything about him in. Every flinch, twitch and subtle movement.

She narrowed her eyes, for them to only fly up towards Dean and Castiel as they moved forward. Her body tensed momentarily before relaxing her posture. Though they could tell from years of hunting, she was more than ready to take action should they move to quickly for her liking.

"I doubt she even understands you." Dead spoke up, fingering his gun as he too took her in, making sure nothing happened to Sam from the crazy woman.

"I understand perfectly."

They all stilled and eyed her more critically, Dean and Sam losing their tense posture and letting their guard down.

"Then why didn't you speak English from the beginning?"

"I was speaking Japanese. Old habits die hard I guess." she shrugged her shoulders as she looked off to the side briefly. Turning back towards them, she asked a simple question.

"What year is it?"

"Uhh, 2009."

"It's only been that long?" her brows furrowed as she glanced down, though it was quickly replaced with a tight smile. "Then again, Hell has a way of messing with one's sense of time."

"Hell? You were in hell?"

"Yes. Naraku, the monster I just destroyed, dragged me with him to hell. But, that was a little over 500 years ago." she looked up at them with wide blinking blue eyes, asking a question that threw them all off completely. "Do any of you have a cell phone by any chance?"

"500 years in hell and the first thing you ask is a cell phone? How do you even know what a cell phone is?" Sam asked as he stood up, dusting his pants off while doing so.

"I'll answer your questions later, but please, a cell phone." she stood up herself, tucking her blade to her side by tying it to what held her pants up.

"Uh, sure." Sam absently dug his cell out and handed it to the woman. They all watched as she began pushing buttons and moved to tuck some hair behind her ear before placing the cell to the same ear.

Kagome bit her lip with nervousness as she finally got the number punched in and could hear that it was ringing. It had been at least ten years since she had gone missing, and there was no telling what had happened within those ten years.

"Higurashi residence. Higurashi, Nodoka speaking."

She had waited so long to hear that voice, the voice of her mother, and the water works nearly started up and her throat felt swollen as she chocked up, and she swallowed hard before her voice worked properly.

"Hello? Is there someone there?"

"Mama, I'm coming home."

"Ka... Kagome? Is that really you?" before Kagome could even reply, her mother was going off. "Oh my baby! Where have you been? Are you alright? What happened to you? From where are you calling?"

"Mama... Mama... MOM! I have to cut this short, it's not my cell, and this is an international call. But I wanted to tell you, that everything is finally done, I'm safe and that I'm coming home."

"Alright. When you get home, you can tell me everything. I, I love you honey. And I'm so proud of you."

"Me too Mama." Kagome took in a deep breath and hung up. With a watery smile, she handed the cell back.

"You disappeared over 500 years ago. How is it possible that your mother is still alive?"

"Wait mother?"

Kagome herself was shocked that the man could understand her. Blinking a few times, she went over the question a few times. Still trying to comprehend the situation and how to explain herself. So she thought best to go with the truth. No matter how crazy it sounded.

"I was born in 1980. In 1995, when I turned 15, I fell through time. Literally. I found myself 500 years in the past. While there, I learned I was a protector of a very sacred and powerful artifact..."

"The Shikon no Tama." all turned to Castiel, Sam and Dean confused that he knew what the woman was talking about, which meant she wasn't crazy, while Kagome herself simply smiled lightly and nodded her head. Though her eyes were questioning.

"That's correct. Over the next four years I battled against Naraku with the aid of many that Naraku had wronged. It was during a battle against him that a portal to hell opened and begun to take him. Pushing the others out of the way, I ended up being dragged with him"

"So you're from this time." it wasn't a question, but she answered nonetheless.

"Yes."

"You've been in hell all this time."

"Yes."

"You're a miko."

"Yes."

"And all this over this... what was it again?" Dean asked, huffing slightly in disbelief about the whole situation.

"The Shikon no Tama. Or, Jewel of Four Souls." she pulled said jewel from beneath the wraps around her chest, ignoring the slight perverted look the one that interrogated her was giving her. She had spent enough time around Miroku, not only that, but depraved souls while in hell.

"You spent 500 years in hell fighting a bastard over a pink marble?"

"Despite it's, seemingly innocent size, this little marble is the cause for much blood shed. It's made up of the souls of a powerful miko before me, a horde of lower level youkai and a single man. All those who have claimed to have owned it, usually met with an untimely and bloody death. If not going mad before that."

"Huh. I think I remembering reading something about that a few years back. But it was so vague that I had dismissed it as nothing but a really fancy bed time story."

"Hmmm, I wouldn't know." she glanced down at the Jewel in her hand and let out a tired sigh. Even while she was in hell, demons and twisted souls could feel it and were drawn to it. Though surprisingly enough, even she learned some useful skills while she was trapped down there. Now it was just a question of how to destroy the damn thing. She could feel the high amount youki from the horde of lower level youkai souls from within, but what would that mean for Midoriko and the man himself still trapped within?

Mentally shrugging, she pushed her purifying abilities, and just like any youkai she had come across, it turned to glittering ash. Only to be blown away leaving her hand empty. If she had known it would have been so easy, she would have done this 500 years ago and saved everyone the pain and heartache. Dusting off her hands, she looked up to see stunned faces.

"What?"

"What just happened?"

"I purified the youkai souls, thus saving the souls of the miko and man trapped inside. My duty is finally done, and it's curse is finally lifted." taking in a deep breath of fresh air. She finally realized something.

"Oh! My name is Kagome Higurashi. May I know yours?" out of habit, she gave them a bow. She may have been in hell for over five centuries, but her mother had fiercely taught her the proper manners.

"Uh, I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean Winchester. Next to us is Castiel."

"Winchester? As in Sam and Dean Winchester?"

"Do we know you?"

"No, but I have heard of you. But mostly of Dean. Let's just say, hell was very happy once it got it's claws in you, and very pissed when you had been stolen."

"I don't understand."

"When you're a living miko wondering around in hell, you're bound to cross paths with many that consider themselves part of the, elite." shrugging her shoulders, she turned her gaze away. She had far better things to contemplate at the moment, such as how was she going to get back home and then explain her ten year disappearance to her family.

"Everything alright?"

"Not really. I don't know where I am and how to get back home."

"And where do you live?" Kagome raised a brow to the question. She eyed Dean with wary, he reminded her far too much like Miroku, but seeing as they were the only ones that could help her without having her thrown into a mental institution, and shrugged and answered his question.

Castiel watched the proceedings silently, still somewhat amazed that the woman that had just appeared was the same that had disappeared over 500 years ago. Though mikos were of Shinto religion, they had possessed abilities that rivaled angels, with a few abilities that angels themselves couldn't imagine being able to do.

He had watched a few in the past after hearing of their abilities, curious. And the woman before them now, was the last of her kind, and may be able to help them in their cause at stopping the Apocalypse from actually happening.

"The Higurashi Shrine in Tokyo, Japan. But it's going to take a while to get there. I have no passport, no money... nothing." she nibbled on her lower lip, absently staring at the ground.

"I have an idea. Why not have Cas here take you home?"

Castiel was shook out of his musing when all eyes turned to him. Kagome herself gazed at him with confused eyes before furrowing her brows. Her attention back to Sam, still looking at the three of them with confusion.

"Uh, how can he help? I'd still need my passport."

"He's, special. Happens to be an angel."

Both her brows shot up and her gaze landed back on him. She eyed him up and down with wide blinking eyes, almost as if she didn't believe the answer she had just been given. He shifted slightly, unused to being under such scrutiny, or it's intensity.

Dean and Sam also watched how she took Castiel in, it was in a way, that she was looking through him instead of at him. It was slightly unnerving, and they felt a slight amount of comfort and not being the one under just a gaze.

"Not to be rude or anything, but how does him being an angel help?"

"Because he can... wait. You believe that he's actually an angel?"

"Why wouldn't I? Besides, if he's an angel, then I met one once while in hell." she shrugged her shoulders.

Now all of them turned their gazes to her, and she shifted slightly when no one did anything, she coughed lightly into a raised hand. Angry that all they continued to do was stare, she snapped lightly at them.

"What!"

"You met Lucifer?"

"Well, yes. 500 years is a long time, made even longer in Hell. As I said, I met with those that considered themselves the elite. He was particularly curious how I continued to stay pure while in Hell. Especially for so long. Other than that, I was constantly keeping an eye on Naraku and battling against him." she raised her arms to wrap around herself, her hands began to run up and down her arms, trying to fight off the cold. She didn't realize just how chilly the night air truly was, especially when all she was wearing was ancient wraps.

"I'm sorry, but can you truly help me? Because if you can, I would very much appreciate going home after so long." she began to shiver lightly as her body finally was adjusting to the change of Hell to being back on Earth.

"I apologize. Where did you say you lived again?"

"The Higurashi Shrine in Tokyo, Japan." she then gave him the exact address. With a nod of his head and a blink of her eye, she soon realized that she was no longer where she climbed her way out of hell, on standing on the shrine grounds.

Blinking wide eyes, she took in her surroundings, a smile started growing when she saw that nothing had really changed since she last jumped in the well ten years ago. She turned in a complete 360°, making sure to take in every bit that she could from her spot and to not miss a thing.

Without warning she flung herself at Dean first, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss against his cheek, whispering a thank you. She did the same for Sam, though because of their height differences, she ended up pulling him down to her level, surprising the man that she had such strength.

And lastly she wrapped her arms around Castiel, either not noticing or not caring at how he stiffened beneath her sudden affection. After removing her lips from his cheek, her lips tingled slightly due to the slight stubble there, she leaned up even higher on her toes while pulling him further down so she could whisper her thanks in his ear.

"Thank you. I greatly appreciate what you've done for me."

Stepping back, she smiled at all three of them, bowing as she thanked them all once again. After straightening, she spun about and called out for her mother, and Souta. After three calls, the front door was opened with her mother and younger brother rushing out. She herself ran to meet them half way and as soon as they met, she was wrapped up in their arms, her mother clutching not only to her, but Souta as well.

"I'm sorry it took so long Mama."

"That doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're home again." the elder woman cried into her daughter's neck, relieved and happy to be holding her daughter in her arms again.

"Mama, I want you to meet the ones who brought me back home." Kagome turned smiling at the three still standing where she had left them to greet her mother.

"From left to right is Sam and Dean Winchester. And next to them is Castiel, he made it possible that I'm back home. I think it would only be polite to offer them inside."

"Yes, your right dear." after a final squeeze, Nodoka released her daughter, though reluctantly, and stepped to the side. Souta still had an arm around her shoulders.

"Guys, I want to introduce you to my family. This is my mother, Nodoka Higurashi, and my younger brother, Souta Higurashi. Would you like to come inside? The least we can do is offer you dinner."

"Free meal? I'm all for that." Dean moved forward, though Sam seemed slightly reluctant.

"I don't think we should intrude."

"Sam, shut up and come inside. It would be considered rude to not accept. If not for the three of you, I'd still be stranded in..." she furrowed her brows, still not sure where she had been.

"Wyoming." the brother offered simultaneously.

"Right, there. It's a free home cooked meal, what's there to say no to? See! Dean accepts!"

Sam rolled his eyes when Dean followed after Kagome and her brother, he knew Dean would never turn a free meal down.

"I can't believe how tall you've gotten!"

"I guess that means you can't call me squirt anymore, eh sis?"

"In you dreams!" Kagome gave her much taller younger brother a playful push before entering the house. She stayed by the door, keeping it open so the other three could enter before letting it close behind them all.

"Ah, Mama, I'm going to go for a quick shower. Is it alright?"

"But of course dear. You look as if you could use one. Dinner won't be ready for a while either way. But what about your guests?" Nodoka looked over her shoulder at said guests.

"Mmm. I'm gonna go for a quick shower, you think you'll be alright for a short while?"

Nodoka was amazed at how easily her daughter spoke English. She had been struggling with her studies, but comes home speaking a foreign language perfectly? She already knew her daughter wasn't telling her something, that it went beyond the ten years she had been missing, but she could wait. Her daughter would tell her eventually when she was ready.

"They understand! I'll be back down here quickly either way."

True to her word, not 20 minutes later, Kagome came bounding down the steps, seeing Sam, Dean and Castiel sitting in the living room where Souta was challenging Dean at a game. Rolling her eyes, Kagome was happy though that nothing had really changed.

"Sorry for the wait, and that my brother is forcing you to play games with him." Kagome flopped on the couch, landing between Sam and Castiel. She noticed that all of them were still wearing their jackets.

"Aren't you warm in those things?" she plucked at Castiel's jacket seeing it was a trench coat. Then underneath was a business suite where the neck tie had been slightly loosened. She turned and observed Sam in his own jacket, poking him in the shoulder.

"It's alright, we understand. And we're used to it." Sam shrugged his shoulders, taking in Kagome's changed state of dress. A simple long tank top and a pair of jeans. Her wet hair was pinned up in a messy bun, but she was watching their respective brothers playing the game Souta had challenged the man at.

"Is your brother always like this?"

"He has his moments."

"I heard that. Bitch."

"Jerk."

Kagome's brows shot up, but did nothing about it seeing is it was done so playfully and between brothers. Shaking her head, she turned to Castiel. It hadn't passed her that he barely spoke, but perhaps he was similar to Sesshoumaru in that fashion. Only spoke when needed too.

"About bringing me here. You didn't have to, but you did. Thank you."

He turned to her, his face also void of emotion, but she had been around Sesshoumaru long enough and in Hell long enough not to be thrown off by it.

"Were you truly from here the entire time?"

"I take it you mean more than just Tokyo, Japan. But yes, I'm originally from this time period."

"Then how is it you survived 500 years in Hell?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm just glad that I'm home again."

Soon after her answer, her mother called them into the kitchen, the table already set and food finished and ready to serve. It was an interesting affair. Dean having a difficult time with certain foods and chop sticks, it got to the point where Souta took pity on him and pulled out some extra forks and knives for the three of them. Sam laughing throughout the whole thing while trying to teach his older brother about the proper method of holding them.

Kagome turned to Castiel, seeing that the man... angel, was actually not eating anything. So she nudged him slightly to gain his attention.

"Not going to eat?"

"I don't require sustenance. I am an angel." she didn't miss the slight amount of stress on how he phrased the last bit.

"Whoa. Déjà vu ." Sesshoumaru had answered her offerings of Ramen in the past frightening similarly. Shaking her head, she focused on the matter at hand.

"Yes, well, you may be an angel, but that body isn't."

"I am connected to heaven, as such this body no longer requires food as a source of energy."

Kagome blinked. And then blinked again, and finally a third time before letting out a sigh.

"Okay, not what I was expecting. Alright then, how about that, you're lack of eating, is upsetting my mother." her gaze turned to her mother, who had been eying the angel since the beginning of dinner.

Castiel followed her gaze, and indeed, the elder woman seemed upset with his lack of partaking in the meal. His brows furrowed as he looked down at the empty plate before him, not exactly sure what to do in this sort of situation.

"Look, I understand that you don't actually need it. But would you please humor my mother a little? Even if it's the tiniest amount, you'd end up making her happy. Even more so, now that I'm home. Here, if you don't know what you want, try from my plate." she held up her chopsticks, holding a portion of her meal towards him with her other hand beneath in case should anything fall.

He sat there eying the small portion of food being offered before he opened his mouth and took it. The flavor of the food exploded across his tongue, while he saw how Kagome smiled all the more, and began to chew.

"Good, huh."

He nodded his head. It was foreign to him, but the body he was housed in started to crave for more of what it had been denied for a while now. Swallowing the morsel, he eyed the table and the food spread out, unsure of what to take.

"Would you like some help?"

He turned to Kagome, seeing that she had placed her utensils down and seemed to understand his dilemma. Silently he nodded his head, and allowed her to pile some food onto his given plate.

"Since you don't actually need to eat, I'll give you a smaller portion of rice with veggies and some chicken."

Soon enough, his plate was returned to him, and as she promised, it held a smaller portion than the others. Kagome sat back to took up her chopstick and began eating from her plate, while he followed her example. Slowly, he took a small portion, the warmth and flavor of the food exploded once again across his tongue, and he slowly savored his meal. Quickly looking up, he noticed that the elder woman seemed pleased and had moved onto Dean, aiding him with his chopsticks.

A nudge from his right drew his attention back towards Kagome, she smiled up at him and whispered a victorious 'told ya' before continuing on with her own plate.

The rest of dinner went on as such, where Kagome was speaking with the three of them just outside of the kitchen doorway afterwards.

"Well, thanks again for everything."

"Thanks for the dinner."

"Mom cooked it, I just offered it to you. But, know that you're welcome here, anytime. Should you be in the neighborhood. And if you need anything, call me."

"You might regret that offer."

"I highly doubt that."

They simply nodded their heads, and with a rush of air, they were gone. Kagome smiled as she turned around and walked back into the kitchen to help her mother clean up. But to also explain what really happened since she last jumped through the well. She knew for a fact, that life would never be the same because of it. But she could make do.

AN: Wow, talk about long. This is what happens when I've been watching nothing but Supernatural. And I'm not even done.