"What are you doing up here?" said a voice from behind us, interrupting any arguments that were about to go on. I head jerked towards the sound, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from swearing my ass off. I gave a pained grimace.

Ow…

"We're- um… we had to go to the bathroom," Dean said lamely.

"What, the three of you?" She said, looking at us strangely.

"Uh… yes," I said with a totally straight face. "You got a problem with that?"

She shot me a disgusted look, before asking, "Who are you?"

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad," Dean explained, trying to be convincing. I held back on stomping on his foot or elbowing him in the ribs.

"He was a day trader or something, he worked by himself," she disagreed.

"No, I know…" Dean hesitated, "I meant-"

She cut him off, "And all those weird questions downstairs? What was that?" She crossed her arms and looked at us with a look of determination, "Tell me what's going on, or I'll start screaming."

I frowned, rubbing my side.

"Alright," Sam said quickly, "Alright."

She looked at him expectantly, and he continued, "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah," she said, "a stroke." "That isn't the sign of a stroke," I told her. "Strokes may make eyes bloodshot, but they don't burst them," I reasoned. "The kind of stroke they are talking about does cause bleeding, but it's usually just in the brain, and even then it wouldn't do this."

"We think it's something else," Sam told her.

"Like what?" she asked. "Honestly? We don't know," he told her. "But we don't want it to happen to anyone else," Sam said this with a tone of honesty that almost made me smile, "That's the truth." This was what hunting was about. That is what it should always be about, saving people.

"So," Dean challenged, "if you're gonna scream, go right ahead."

"Who are you?" She asked frowning, "cops?"

"Something like that," I said, shrugging. "I'll tell you what, if you or anyone else notice anything strange, anything at all, you call us." I then turned to Sam, "Write down your number for her."

"What?" he frowned, "Why can't you give her yours?"

"Timelines," I told him simply.

He shook his head and pulled out a piece of paper. He wrote it down and handed to her before walking passed her. We followed him in silence as Charlie watched us warily.

"Why the hell would this case be the one that was unchangeable?" Dean muttered angrily at me as we walked.

"Dean, I'm sorry," I told him quietly. "I don't know, I just know it is. My future self left me a list of things not to do, and change a fixed point is pretty much the top of that list! She said that this was a fixed point and that I shouldn't change it no matter what."

He scoffed, "You know you're crazy right?" He shot me a distrustful look.

I scoffed, "Stop saying that! Christ, if I had a nickel for every time someone said that since I got here, I'd have a goddamned yacht by now. So, do me a favor and shut the fuck up!" Whatever he expected me to say, that wasn't it. Dean looked very taken aback.

"I know I sound crazy, alright? Hell, sometimes I wonder if I am… but who does that help, huh?" I said, finally saying what had been on my mind since I got here. "You're not the only one who's in a hard situation. At least, you guys have each other, I can't even say that for myself. You two are the only people that I have! I'm stuck in a world with two people I didn't even know were real, in a different reality where almost everything is different, and I have no one! My whole life is gone, get some fucking perspective!" I was shouting by now, but I wasn't even sure who I was shouting at anymore. I was just so mad at everything. Why was I so angry? What is wrong with me? I panted, out of breath from my rant. It was hard to stop once I got started.

"Hell, at first, I was excited, I thought, "Oh cool, I get to meet my favorite characters!" but now? It's real… I'm stuck, and even after all that's happened I still want to help you. So don't take that for granted. You guys aren't the only ones who aren't happy with the situation." Once I finished my outburst, I clenched my eyes shut and ran my hands over my face. I hated being angry, how it made my blood pound, and how when I got really fired up I forgot to breathe.

I took a slow breath and tried to calm myself. I wasn't exactly paying attention to their reactions, I was too busy trying to get myself under control. After a moment, I shook my head and turned to look at them, hoping I hadn't screwed anything up. 'Dean looks almost impressed,' I thought bitterly to myself.

That was not what I wanted. I didn't know what I wanted exactly, but that almost impressed and amused look on Dean's face was certainly not it. It felt wrong, somehow…

Sam, on the other hand, looked like he didn't know what to think. I looked around and realized why Dean looked Impressed and amused… we were still in the house, and everyone was staring at us in shock, including the daughters of the dead guy.

My face turned red, and my eyes moved to the floor. I just knew we were going to be thrown out…

"Sorry," I muttered.

This is not my day…

"Keep walking," I muttered to them, embarrassed. The two nodded at me, and we did.

We walked out of the funeral, and I was hiding my face in embarrassment. There was nothing but awkward silence as we left, and I wished the floor would open up and swallow me. How could I have forgotten all the people? Once we were out in the driveway, Dean did something I did not expect.

He started laughing. "Couldn't have picked a better time?" he asked, laughing hard and long. "God, you really are a red head, aren't you?"

And the next thing I knew, Dean wasn't the only one that was laughing. Sam started to guffaw loudly. "Damn Rebecca! Hehe, heheh, heh."

Well… that hurt. I didn't know what they were laughing at. This whole thing was embarrassing, everyone was staring at me… why were they laughing? I meant everything I'd said. Were they laughing at that? That was just mean… I'd given up everything, willing or not, to come hunt with them, to help them. Aside from building a whole new life, they were my only option. This whole thing almost made me want to throw away my two years of being smoking free and go right to the store for a pack of smokes… NO! I shook those thoughts away, I would not give up all that work for something like this.

No, they were acting like my siblings, and if they were going to act like my siblings, then I'd treat them like my siblings. I glared at their laughing forms and walked up between them. With that, I slugged them hard in the arms. "Stop laughing at me! I meant it! Why would you laugh? ...This whole thing is so embarrassing." I felt like burying my head in the sand.

Sam shot me a slightly ashamed look, and they both stopped laughing. "We're not laughing at what you said shorty, but you gotta admit the whole situation was pretty ridiculous," Dean said.

"Oh…." I chuckled. I guess it was ridiculous. I've always had a horrible temper, and it always came out at the wrong time. The people back home found it funny too. But then a thought hit me, "But wait, you aren't mad at me? I totally made us look stupid in front of the victim's family… what if they don't want to talk to you guys now?"

"Then we'll deal with it if it becomes a problem," Sam told me. "You already confirmed that it wasn't any of the guys daughters, and if need be, we can just sneak in. You forget that we're professionals."

This statement surprised me, but I nodded none-the-less. When watching the show, I remember Sam being mad about the whole thing, and being reluctant about hunting. In show, he wouldn't talk about breaking into someone's house as if it was nothing.

I mean, they did it plenty, but in the show, it took Sam a while until he got back into the groove of hunting and its bendable morals. But he's talking about it like it's nothing, like it was second nature… what's wrong with this picture?

"So you're not mad at me?" I asked sheepishly.

"Nah, not really. I could tell you were gonna crack soon," Dean said. "It's expected after everything… just next time, don't snap in front of the witnesses."

"Okay," I agreed. "I'm sorry for blowing a gasket."

"Well," Dean drawled, "That's enough of that. No more chick-flick moments."

That made me giggle, "Whatever." I smiled at them both. They certainly weren't quite the same as they were in the show, but that was okay.

"So where to next?" I asked.

"Well, next we're gonna get a motel," he said.

"Alright, But if it smells like vomit, I'll drench it in the most flowery Fru Fru perfume I can find," I said lightheartedly as we neared the car.

My minor amusement turned into full blow laughter at Dean's look of absolute horror as we climbed into the impala, Sam joining in as we drove away.