Dean sighed as he pulled up into the garage of the bunker that was located conveniently in the middle of the country next to a two lane slab road. The two brothers in the front seat hadn't talked for the rest of their drive home. He parked the car at the far back of the garage and looked half way back into the back seat.
"Amy!" he called back in an upset sort of tone. Sam noticed that he was clearly unhappy of having this teenage girl and a dog in the back seat of his precious car. Right after he shouted behind him, he heard a sharp "OW" since Amy had rolled underneath the seat in her unconscious state. Dean sighed as he put his forehead to the steering wheel in frustration.
A few moments later, Amy's head popped up with her hair frizzy on one side. "What's going on?" she asked, looking back and forth almost in a paranoid type of way. Her dog Redbeard, upon hearing her voice, awoke suddenly and jumped over to her and licked her face vigorously. Sam cast a sideways glance at Dean, who was glaring pointedly at the dog that had seemingly tainted the impala.
"Dude," he whispered just loud enough to be heard over Amy's giggles. Dean sharply turned his head towards him, "tone it down." Dean rolled his eyes at his brothers words and got out of the car.
Amy and Sam followed Dean's lead and hopped out of the impala, both of them trying to close the doors as softly as possible as to not anger Dean any further. Amy grabbed hold of Redbeard's leash and shortened it so the dog was glued to her side. For a moment, she watched as Sam and Dean grabbed their bags from the trunk of the car and instinctively grabbed hold of the black strap of her own bag that hung loosely at her right side. She pondered how she had actually come to stand in their presence and thought back to how rude she had been to them when she first arrived as she followed them inside the legendary bunker.
She gazed in awe as she stepped out onto the terrace of sorts above the map of the world which was glowing brightly; although, as soon as she looked down at it, the map sparked and went out. She gasped a little bit and jumped backwards. Dean simply groaned and hurried down the stairs to try and find out what was wrong with it. Sam and Amy followed him and everyone was startled to hear a little coughing noise, not coming from any of them.
Dean sharply turned his head to the library and rushed in. Sam and Amy ran behind him to catch up and find out who else was in the bunker. As soon as the three of them were stopped together at the end of the library, they saw Cass lying on the floor, looking pale.
"Help me," he coughed out. Amy was shell shocked as Dean and Sam reached down to help their fallen angel into a seat at one of the tables.
"Cass what happened?" Sam asked, a concerned look on his face. Dean shared the same concern as he too stared at him for an answer. Amy, who was still standing in the same spot as when she had first seen Cass in the flesh, slowly began to walk over to the three. She tread lightly, as if she would disturb something if she made too much noise.
"Rowena," Cass took in a deep breath before continuing, "She put me under her 'attack dog' spell. My grace is the only thing keeping me alive right now, but it can't fight off the spell alone. Because of that, I think you should tie me up or do something." He explained shortly.
"Tie you up? Why?" Sam asked Cass, his face confused. Dean simply continued to stare at Cass, the same pensive look on his face.
"I can't control who I attack or why," he sighed, "Now, it's time you answer some questions." He turned to Amy, who had sat down next to him, staring at him mercilessly with wide eyes. She seemed startled that Cass had actually looked at her. "Me?" she mouthed to him, pointing at herself. Cass stared at her with a look that completely read as 'obviously'.
"Dean, I'll handle this. You go get the angel chains and a blanket for Cass," Sam addressed Dean, who left wordlessly, "Cass, this is Amy. Amy, this is Cass."
"Oh, I know who you are," Amy said giddily, as Cass turned to her once more, an emotionless expression on her face.
"And I you," he said, only managing to confuse everyone in the room even more. "I merely want to know how she landed in your hands."
"What?" Sam asked, "She just appeared in the back of our car."
"I woke up there," Amy corrected, "along with Redbeard. Wait," Amy turned around, searching for her dog. It seemed that in the excitement of Cass showing up, the leash had slipped out of her hands and Redbeard was now mercilessly exploring the bunker. "Redbeard!" she shouted with a concerned look on her face. The clicking of nails on cement sounded as the Irish Setter bound across the library towards Amy. He jumped, his front paws landing on her shoulders. "Get down, boy," she commanded, gently shoving the dog away and picked up the leash from where it was trailing on the ground.
"Anyway," Sam continued, "she called Dean and I Jared and Jensen, so we figured out that she was from another universe or something."
"I see," Cass said more to himself than anyone else, "Amy, do you know who brought you there or why?" he asked, turning to the girl who was now sitting on the floor with her dog.
"Umm, no. Like I said, I just woke up in the back seat," Amy told the angel while mindlessly petting the dog in front of her.
"Do you at least know how you came to be in the other universe?" Castiel asked. Amy immediately dropped her hands into her lap, now paying full attention to the conversation.
"I was born there. I am from there. Why? Am I not?" Amy asked while ignoring Redbeard's whines as he nuzzle her hands in signal to continue petting him.
"No." he answered shortly, "Are you sure you remember nothing?" Amy stood up as the lights started flickering up above their heads. Sam immediately turned up towards them.
"Demon," he concluded as he started to stand up.
"Sit down, Sam," ordered Castiel, not even glancing towards him but intently looking at the confused Amy as her grip on the dog-leash in her hand tightened. Flashes of something began to flick in Amy's mind, a brilliant pure white light that was consumed in a flash or orange and then taken over by complete darkness.
"No," Amy muttered, shaking her head vigorously.
"What's happening?" shouted Dean as he rushed into the room as the light bulbs started to burst above their heads.
"Calm down, Amy. Let me explain," Cass shouted above the loud cracking of light bulbs. Amy was struggling to repress a memory; something she didn't even know was a memory until a few moments ago. Yet, after a short lived fight, she had accepted the memory let it consume her. Only a few lights remain at that time and they continued to flicker.
"No need," Amy said calmly and clearly as she opened her eyes once more to reveal to the rest of the people in the room, that they were glowing in the same pure white she had seen in her memory. As the lights behind her flickered in and out they revealed the shadows of large wings behind her.
After a few ragged breaths, she closed her eyes once more and collapsed to the ground. The lights that were left stopped flickering and illuminated two confused faces and one set in stone. Redbeard whined as he nudged the unconscious body of Amy.
"Amy!" Sam shouted as he quickly crossed the room to her.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked Castiel in a voice that demanded answers.
"Amy is an angel that was under a type of 'witness protection program', much like Gabriel. She was close with many archangels in heaven about seventeen years ago. That got her much information that many regular angels weren't allowed access to."
"Which made her a target," Dean concluded as he looked toward Castiel to see if his answer was correct.
"In a sense, yes," Castiel answered, "So, Gabriel and I got her into witness protection which wiped her memory and put her in another universe. The only question is of why she is back. When she wakes up I'm going to need to teach her to keep off of angel radio, which will immediately send up alarms to heaven and give away her location, which could be dangerous for everyone around. Since there aren't many archangels left, the information she may have is essential."
"Could she help us lock away the darkness?" Sam asked hopefully.
"I wouldn't go that far," Castiel answered with a sigh.
"Well, first things first," Dean held up the blanket and angel chains he was holding. Cass obediently held open his wrists as Dean chained him to the table and put the blanket around his shoulders.
"She could be out for a few hours, so you may want to put her in one of the many empty bedrooms around here," Cass told Sam, who nodded and picked her up to carry her off with Redbeard trailing obediently behind, not wanting to leave Amy.
"So," said Dean as he sat down across from Castiel, "we've got yet another angel on our hands. Great," he slumped back in the chair and wiped his hands over his tired face. "How do we get her back?"
"We don't," Cass answered simply, blinking heavily.
"What do you mean 'we don't'?" Dean asked, his voice becoming even more irritable.
"It takes the power of an arch angel to put her back into her own universe. I can wipe her memory, but I'm not sure what good that would do us now. It would help to have another angel on our side," Cass answered in the same tired voice as Dean and mimicking him by slouching in his chair.
"Yeah, we can use all the help we can get right now." Dean said, thinking bitterly about the missing Amara. He subconsciously rubbed the arm where the Mark of Cain used to be.
"I agree. But now, there's not much we can do. So let's wait for Amy to wake and see what she knows."
"Good plan," said Dean banging his hands against the table, "I am going to listen to AC/DC and fall asleep for as long as possible. Which isn't very long," Dean sighed out the last sentence before walking out of the room with one last, "Scream if you need me."
"Will do, Dean," said Cass as he was left alone at the table, only a few lights illuminating his room as he stared into the darkness, wishing time to go faster.