Amy awoke dazed, confused, and with a dog licking her hand. She leaned up, pressing a hand to her forehead as a crucial thought came piercing through the pain with awful clarity: I am an angel. The thought was clear and precise and echoed through her head. Although that much was clear, not much else was. She had no clue about her millennial existence or why she had come to be in the universe she remembered.

She slid her feet off the bed and onto the floor. Her eyes drooped as she stood up and immediately fell to the floor once more. Redbeard whined and nudged her as she was on all fours, feeling weaker than ever. "Thank you, bud," she pushed herself so she was leaning up against the side of the uncomfortable bed and scratched behind her dog's ears. Redbeard barked happily and jumped up to lick her face. Amy laughed weakly and shoved him off before trying once more to stand; a bit slower this time.

She got onto wobbly legs after a few moments before crossing to the door. She opened it and heard muffled talking from down the hallway. She followed the sound, clinging to the wall as her dog trotted behind her, his leash dragging along the floor behind them both. She then reached the large opening that led into the library, but she stopped herself from entering immediately.

"It's – it's difficult with these voices," she heard Castiel say, his chains rattling as he moved his hands towards him.

"Now there are voices? Are these voices telling you to hurt someone?" Dean asked, Amy poked her head around the corner to see the two brothers leaning over the table with intensely worried looks on their faces.

"No, guys, I'm hearing Angel Radio. It's a lot of chatter. They're – they've been looking for me ever since I escaped, as well as scouring the earth for the perp," upon seeing the confused looks on their faces he said, "it's slang for perpetrator."

"Um, yeah, thank you," Sam said politely and Cass gave a weak smile before it rapidly faded away. At this moment Amy realized that, just faintly, she too could hear the talking.

"Any perp in particular?" Dean asked, still looking at the angel wrapped in the blanket across the table from him.

"Metatron. They're doubling the effort to find him, so if we need to get a hold of him, we better do it soon," Castiel explained, his voice still weak and talking large breaths in between pauses.

"Yeah, before the God Squad does first," Dean said cynically, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, first things first," Sam pulled out his lap top and started typing. Amy slowly started moving into the room, taking cautious steps not to draw attention to herself.

Before Sam could continue his though she whispered, "I can hear them too." Everyone in the room jumped and Dean swore under his breath as Amy looked at the ground.

"Amy, you can hear angel radio?" Castiel asked. She gave a small nod still looking at the ground as Redbeard came up from behind her and stuck like glue to her leg. "Amy, you need to tune them out or you'll risk joining in yourself and give away the fact that you are back."

"I know."

"You do?" Castiel asked, his voice confused as they both looked at each other, the brothers watching on.

"I don't know how I do, but I do," she answered simply before expanding, "I don't have many memories anymore, but I do know some things." She turned off the Angel Radio in her mind as if her body was on auto pilot.

"What do you remember?" Sam asked gently, his voice low and soft.

"I remember my time on earth and -" an intense wave of heat came over her as a throbbing pain came shooting towards her head. She dropped to her knees with a grunt of pain.

A memory came back to her, clear as day:

Michael took Amy's hand.

"Are you ready to leave?" he asked her, his voice filled to the brim with concern and love.

"I think the right question is if you are ready for me to leave," she looked at Michael and he cast his eyes towards the ground. He wasn't ready for her to leave, but angels were beginning to pester her for information and some had even attempted to kill her for what she knew.

"Michael," Castiel gripped his brothers shoulder, "don't have second thoughts now, she needs to leave."

"I understand," Michael gripped Amy's hand as she waved goodbye to Castiel as a pure white light consumed the other two as they were transported to the other dimension.

Amy took in a deep breath as she came back to reality. "You," she pointed to Castiel beyond where the two brothers were huddled around her concernedly, "You saw me off to my – the other dimension. Didn't you?" he nodded solemnly. Amy got up slowly, ignoring the Winchester's sympathy and walked away in no particular rush to get anywhere or do anything.

In a few minutes the Winchester's were gone, off to do a job over in Denver. Amy went to the kitchen and found some food to give Redbeard, since he was whining loudly. As she was leaving, an intense wave of exhaustion swept over her so she slid down the wall and fell asleep, her arms wrapped around herself.

She then woke up a while later, not knowing how long she slept. Redbeard was nowhere to be seen, so she got up, knowing that if Dean came back to find a couch destroyed or table torn apart, it would be on her head. She soon found herself in the library.

The lights above illuminated the scene before her as she was too weak to stop it from unfolding. Cass was struggling against his chains and close to breaking free. Then, with one final tug, the chain snapped and the links went flying across the room with loud thuds that echoed for miles.

"Cass, stop!" she shouted, he turned to her foaming from the mouth, the red lines in his eyes more prominent as they stared at her. He lumbered towards her, his fists clenched. Amy stumbled backwards as he held his arm towards her palm open and threw her down the long hallway, her head cracked upon reaching the end wall. Were it not for her Grace, she would have slipped into unconsciousness. Yet, she was still too helpless as he stomped beyond her and out the door that led to the outside world.