Dean and I set Cass up in a honeymoon suite, me pretending to be his wife and Dean pretending to be...someone. That was after we cleaned him up a little, of course. We then met Sam outside; he was tearing out a page in a book.

"I mean, the mustaches alone..." he pointed out. I looked around to see that practically every guy had a mustache grown out long over their lips while the rest of their face was shaved. I grimaced and shook my head.

"Either of you ever grow a mustache like that and I will personally disown you as my brother." I muttered and Sam smiled.

"So we paid for Cass for five nights up in the, uh, honeymoon suite. I told the manager, "Do not disturb no matter what." You know what he said to me?" Dean asked and I furrowed my eyebrows. That must have happened while I was still in the room. "Yeah. Don't sweat it. Want to buy some dope?" he quoted and I laughed while Sam scoffed. "Dope. We ought to stick around here, by some stock in Microsoft." Dean said cheerily.

"Yeah, we might have to if Cass doesn't recover." Sam said and I frowned. "Is he all right?" he asked, looking at me. Dean looked like he was going to answer, but I beat him to it.

"He'll be fine... If he doesn't get better by the time everything's over... I'll just give him some more of my grace, it'll be fine." I said the last bit quickly.

"No, Henry, last time you passed out for over an hour and scared the hell out of us." Dean said and I looked back at him, shrugging.

"So? His life or mine, I'd choose his in a heartbeat." I argued, knowing that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear as he looked taken aback. "Same with you two. And mom and dad." I added.

"He'll wake up." Dean changed the subject back to Cass, "He's, you know, tough for a little nerdy dude with wings."

"If he landed like that, hopefully, so did Anna. Should buy us some time." Sam said.

"So, did you find 'em?" Dean asked, referring to our parents, which was probably the page Sam had been tearing out of the book.

"Yeah. Uh...the Winchesters. 485 Robin Tree." Sam replied, reading off the page before showing us.

"Let's go pop in on the folks." Dean said and walked past us. Sam and I exchanged knowing looks before following.

~

It was nightfall before we pulled up to the house. I looked out of my window to see the impala outside of the house, but it looked newer, and made me smile unconsciously as I excitedly jumped out of the car. Sam and I quickly began walking to the house before Dean stopped us from doing just that.

"Sam. Henry. Wait, wait, wait, wait." Dean whispered, catching up to us. I hesitantly turned to him, just wanting to see my parents again.

"Dean, Anna could be here any second." Sam said, to which I nodded as if that would really back him up.

"What exactly are we gonna march up there and tell 'em?" Dean asked logically. I had to admit, he had a point. I had gotten so caught up in my love for them that I forgot that at this point in their lives, they were both still normal human beings, granted mom being a hunter.

"Uh, the truth." Sam tried and I laughed.

"What, that their sons and daughter are back from the future to save them from an angel gone Terminator? Come on, those movies haven't even come out yet." Dean explained like we were children.

"Well, then tell her something's after 'em. I mean, she thinks you're a hunter, right?" Sam asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, a hunter who disappeared right when her dad died. She's gonna love me." Dean said sarcastically, glancing at the house. "Just follow my lead." he instructed, looking at us before pushing past Sam to walk up to the house, us following.

We walked up to the door and I rang the doorbell before stepping in between my brothers. It wasn't long before someone answered and I looked at her with awe. It was mom, only years younger than when I had last seen her all those years ago. She was so beautiful, but I kept my mouth shut, biting my lip as I followed Dean's lead like I was told to.

"Hi, Mary." Dean said softly. She looked at him with fear.

"You can't be here." she said.

"I'm sorry if this is a bad time-" Dean started, but she cut him off.

"You don't understand. I'm not..." she looked at me and Sam, stopping herself short so she wouldn't give away what she was before looking back at Dean. "I don't do that anymore. I have a normal life now. You have to go." she said and I tried to keep myself from scoffing or laughing at the normal life thing. She began to shut the door on us, but Dean held out his hand to hold it.

"I'm sorry, but this is important, okay?" he started before someone else joined Mary, clearing their throat. I looked up at him to see Dad, a lot younger than when I last saw him. Tears began to prick at my eyes as I looked down.

"Sorry, sweetie, they're just..." Mom trailed off, expecting Dean to finish the sentence.

"Mary's cousins." Dean said, helping her out. "Yeah, we couldn't stop through town without swinging by and saying "hey", now, could we?" Dean said happily, but I knew it was fake. "Dean." Dean introduced, holding his hand out for Dad to shake.

"You look familiar." he said and I quickly looked up at Dean, getting my emotions under control.

"Really?" he asked, "Yeah, you do too, actually, you know? We must have met sometime. Small towns, right? Got to love 'em."

"I'm John." he said, holding his hand out to Sam, who looked so star struck. Without thinking, I took his hand, shaking it.

"You'll have to forgive our brother, Sam, he's a bit of a hermit." I said happily, looking back at Sam as I let go of Dad's hand. He gave me a bitch face before shaking Dad's hand.

"Sam. Uh, Mary's father was a Sam." Dad pointed out.

"Uh, it's a-it's a family name." Dean explained and I looked back at their hands, which were still clasped. Dad had noticed it too as he looked up at Sam, confused.

"You okay, Pal? You look a little spooked." he pointed out as Sam looked on the verge of tears. I gently elbowed his side and he let go.

"Oh, oh, yeah. Just a...long trip." Sam explained and I smiled, nodding.

"Yep. Oh, and I'm Hen-Rhett." I said, choosing my words carefully as I remembered Dad's fathers name was Henry.

"Rhett, that's a cool name. Strange, but cool." Dad pointed out and I beamed happily at him, biting my lip once again so I wouldn't say anything stupid.

"Well, Rhett, Sam and Dean were just on their way out." Mom said, a big fake smile on her face as her husband looked down at her.

"What? They just got here. Real happy to meet folks from Mary's side. Please, come on in for a beer." Dad offered happily. I looked at my brothers.

"Twist my arm." Dean said.

We walked into their house and I looked around. I had only lived in this house for the two first years of my life, but it brought memories back to me as I swallowed back my tears. I felt Dean pat my back and I smiled at him. We sat down on the couch and Dad brought us beers as Mom stared at us from across the coffee table. Sam kept staring at Mom and I'd have to nudge him every one in a while to get him to stop being creepy. Believe me, I wanted to stare in awe too, I wanted to break down and cry and tell them everything, but we had a job to do which was to keep them safe, and that would not get done if any of us were to break.

We sat in silence and I sighed, picking up my beer from the coffee table and downing it in about five minutes before going for Dean's. He stopped me and I glared at him, sitting back without it. I looked at Dad, who looked either confused or worried at me downing a whole beer in such little time, before he looked at Sam, who was staring at mom once again.

"Are you sure you're okay, Sam?" Dad asked. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose before turning to my idiot brother.

"W-oh. Yeah, yeah. Um, I'm just, um..." he looked back at Mom, shaking his head slightly. "You are so beautiful." he said and I mentally face palmed myself, looking back at my parents.

"He mean's that in a non-weird, wholesome, family kind of way, I told you, hermit." I tried.

"Yeah, right." Sam added, helping defend himself.

"We haven't seen Mary in-in quite some time, and-see, she's the spitting image of our mom. I mean, it's-it's-"

"Eerie." Sam cut off Dean and I looked at him before nodding at Mom and Dad. I knew what Dean was doing. He was trying to hint at Mary that we're related, but I didn't think it'd work.

"So, how are you guys related?" Dad asked, probably more curious that questionable, but I still looked at Dean for the answer. After all, he did say to follow his lead.

"You know, uh, distantly." Dean answered. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes at his crappy answer, but Dad seemed to believe it.

"Oh. So you knew Mary's parents?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, Yeah, yeah." Dean breathed in, "Mary's dad was, uh...pretty much like a grandpa to us." Dean hinted with a short chuckle.

"Oh." Dad said, looking at me and Sam. "That was tragic-that heart attack." Dad said, reaching over and putting his hand on Mom's arm, rubbing her arm soothingly and reassuringly. She smiled at him before looking up at Dean with a face that said, "Don't you dare tell him anything."

"Yes, it was." Dean agreed.

"So, uh, what are you guys doing in town, anyway?" Dad asked.

"Uh, business, you know." Dean answered, not totally lying.

"Oh, yeah? What line of work?" Dad asked.

"Scrap metal." Dean replied as Sam said, "Plumbing." to which I said, "I just wanted a Honeymoon." while glaring at the two.

"Oh, gosh, it's almost 7:00. I hate to be rude, but I got to get dinner ready." Mom said, changing the subject as she stood up.

"W-Maybe they could stay." Dad tried.

"I'm sure they have to leave." Mom said, looking at us with hatred and fear. It hurt-being hated by your own mother who didn't even know she was your mother. Before any of us could agree or disagree, a phone began ringing.

"Uh, look, please stay. You know, it would mean a lot to me. I-I haven't met much of Mary's side of the family." Dad said before standing up and walking away to answer the phone. I sighed and looked at my hands.

When I looked back at Mom, Sam and Dean stood up and I joined.

"You have to leave now." she whispered in a warning tone.

"Okay, just listen-" Dean started.

"No, you listen. Last time I saw you, a demon killed my parents. Now you waltz in here like you're family? Whatever you want-no. Leave me alone."

"We're here to protect you." I said, bored of the chatter and the lies.

"What are you talking about?" she asked me.

"Something's coming for you." Dean said.

"Demon?" she assumed.

"Not exactly." Dean replied before I said, "Worse."

"Well, what, then?" she asked, scared.

"It's kind of hard to explain, okay? It's-it's-" Dean started.

"An angel." Sam said. Dean and I looked at him with bitch faces before I looked around, wondering why it was taking Dad so long to get back from the phone call.

"What?" Mom asked with a nervous laugh. "There's no such thing."

"I wish." Dean said.

"I don't." I mumbled and he looked at me with another bitch face. My eyes widened and I shrugged. "You can't say anything, we've both had relations with them. Did you forget Sam screwed a demon?" I said, throwing Sam under the bus as well and he gave me a bitch face.

"Henry?" Dean asked me and I looked away from Sam to him.

"Yes, Dean?" I asked.

"Shut up." he said and I nodded, shutting my mouth tight. Dean turned back to Mom.

"Angel's are twice as strong as Demons... And bigger dicks."

"Well..." I started.

"Rhett." Sam warned and I nodded once again, shutting my mouth.

"Why would an angel want to kill us?" Mom asked.

"It's a long story, and we'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, you've got to trust us, and we've got to go." Dean said, but Mom still looked skeptical of it, tears in her eyes. "Look at my face and tell me if I'm lying to you."

"Okay." Mom nodded, "Where do we go?" she asked.

"Out of here, we've got to move now, though." Dean replied.

"Okay, but what do I tell John?"

"Just tell him-" Dean stopped, noticing that Dad had been gone a while and that we couldn't hear anything from where he was.

"Where's d-John?" I asked, catching myself before I made a mistake.

"John?" Dean called. We all walked to where the phone was, finding a note by it.

Back in 15
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~

We made it to Dad's work in about five minutes, if even, and saw Anna throwing him across the room before Dean went to stab her. She turned around just in time to catch his arm. She put her hand to his throat, trying to choke him.

"I wish I could say it's good to see you, Anna." he choked out.

"You too, Dean." she said before throwing him out of a window. I ran to him as Mom fought Anna. I made sure he was okay before standing up and turning to see Anna throw Mary on a car.

"You hurt my family!" I exclaimed, walking up to her. She turned back to me and her eyes widened as I held up my hand, pushing her to a wall with the sheer force of my brain. I felt liquid run out of my nose as I remembered the grace I'd given to Cass and wiped my nose, glaring at Anna. I tried to throw her to another wall, but she vanished before I could. The next thing I knew, I was being thrown against a car and everything went black as I bounced off of the roof and onto the floor.

~

I looked around, wondering where I was, but everything was black.

"Rhett." I heard and turned to see Cass. I smiled and hugged him quickly before pulling back.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked.

"Your subconscious, I believe. Not Hell at all, just...blank." he answered and I rolled my eyes. "Did you pass out again?" he asked worriedly, taking my face in his hands as he looked over me for any signs of head trauma or anything, but I pulled away.

"No, I was knocked out, but it's fine. I'm sure Sam handled it." I said, remembering the plan to distract Anna while Sam created an Angel Banishing Sigil. Cass nodded, looking away.

"I meant what I said earlier." he said softly and I gave him a confused look. "The grace you gave me made me stronger and capable of making the trip without..." he stopped and I smiled, looking down.

"Yeah, well, just get better, okay?" I asked and he nodded.

"Monsters... Monsters..."

~

"Monsters are real." I woke up to. I looked around to see that I was leaning against Sam and Dean was beside me. We were in the impala, Dad and Mom were sitting in the front, Dad driving.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how-"

"And you fight them? All of you?" Dad asked, cutting off Mom.

"Yeah." Sam answered simply. Dad went silent for a moment, focusing on the road as I looked around. Wasn't this just a lovely atmosphere to wake up in(note the sarcasm)?

"How long?" Dad asked, sounding like he was about to use the disappointment card on all of our asses.

"All my life." Mom answered and Dad looked at her like she was unbelievable. "John, just try to understand-" Mom begged as Dean said, "She didn't exactly have a choice-" and Sam tried talking over them as well.

"Shut up, all of you!" Dad yelled. "Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!" he threatened like a proper dad. Everyone went silent.

"Wow. Awkward family road trip." Dean whispered to me and Sam, who scoffed.

"No kidding."

"At least he's finally acting like a father. Only took negative thirty years."

~

Dad drove us to Mom's old home, which was basically demolished. It looked like if I touched a wall, it would fall over.

"Place has been in the family for years." Mom said, flipping on a light before flipping over a circular rug to reveal a devil's trap, which I made sure not to step in. "Devil's trap." she confirmed before walking to a cabinet. "Pure iron fixtures, of course." she said, walking to another room and flipping on another light. "Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry, knives, guns." she explained, turning back to us.

"That won't work." I mumbled, grabbing my brothers bags and searching around for holy oil.

"All that stuff will do is piss it off." Sam explained.

"So what'll kill it? Or slow it down, at least?" Mom asked.

"Not much." I said, sitting down on the floor as I looked through the bags. "You guys packed the holy oil, right?" I asked, looking up at them. Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing the bags from me and walking to the kitchen-looking area, putting the bags on the table.

"If we put this up..." he started, pulling out a piece of paper, "and she comes close, we beam her right off the starship." he finished and I noticed the holy oil in the bag finally, smiling.

"Ah!" I said, grabbing it. Sam snatched it from me and I glared at him.

"This is holy oil. It's kind of like a-like a devil's trap for angels." Sam explained, "Come on. I'll show you how it works." with that, he walked away, expecting Mom to follow. She was about to, when she looked back at Dad, who had a face mixed with worry and sadness. I wanted to console him, but instead, I turned back to the bags. It was weird, seeing my Dad younger than I am.

"Hey, what's the deal with the thing on the paper?" he asked, stepping closer.

"It's a sigil. That means-"

"I don't care what it means. Where does it go?" Dad asked; I looked up at him.

"On a wall or a door." I said, crossing my arms.

"How big should I make it?" he asked. I bit my lip, knowing that he didn't understand.

"John..." Dean trailed off before I could make the mistake of calling him Dad to his face.

"What?" Dad asked impatiently. "Y'all might have treated me like a fool, but I am not useless. I can draw a damn...whatever it is-a sigil." he said, snatching up the paper from the table.

"You should just go help Sam." I said softly.

"Yeah, 'cause this has got to be done in... It's got to be done in human blood." Dean explained. Dad looked taken aback just for a moment before looking down and snatching up the knife from the table as well. He threw off the cover before slicing open his hand, making me frown. He then looked back up at me and Dean.

"So, how big?" he asked again.

"I'll show you." Dean said. I chuckled to myself and Dad looked at me.

"What?" he asked and I looked up at him, into his eyes that were so familiar yet so different to the ones I'd known growing up. His eyes didn't have the trouble or pain I was used to. They were so... Bright.

"You just... You really remind me of my Dad." I said, looking down and tapping my fingers on the table.

"Come on, Henry." Dean said, walking away. I took one last glance at Dad before following.

"Wait. Henry?" Dad asked and I looked at Dean, realizing he'd screwed up just a bit.

"Henry, or Rhett. Short for Henrietta." I said, not looking at Dad before following Dean into the next room.

~

I sat in the room Dad was in, watching, and glancing out the window every once in a while like Anna was going to come waltzing down the sidewalk. I was saving my strength, knowing that if I tried to fight her without it, I'd probably pass out again.

"Not that it's a bad thing," I heard and turned my attention back to Dad. "But why aren't you helping?" he asked, curiously.

"Well, I can't touch the holy oil, and we don't know if non-human blood works with the sigils." I mumbled the last bit and he looked at me.

"Wait, non-human?" he asked and I held my hands up, standing and twirling.

"Ta-da. Henrietta, the only one of my species." I said before grimacing. "Species is a weird word. I'm part human, just not fully." I said and he gave me a confused look.

"Well, then, what are you?" he asked. I sighed.

"Don't freak out, because I'm good... I'm part angel and demon." I said and he looked taken aback before going back to his sigil painting.

"Do you have powers? Was it you that threw the other angel across the room?" he asked.

"Yes and yes." I answered, sitting back down.

"That's pretty cool." he said.

"Yeah, well, not even my brothers look at me the same anymore." I said softly, remembering their reactions when I found out and told them. "My Dad probably wouldn't either." I mumbled. He glanced at me before back to the sigil as Sam walked in the room.

"You okay, Rhett?" he asked. I nodded and stood up.

"He's all yours. I'm going to go get some fresh air." I said quietly, passing Sam. The last thing I heard was John telling Sam, "I think I said something wrong."

I walked downstairs to hear Dean and Mom talking.

"It's complicated." I heard Dean as I stayed behind a wall, out of sight.

"All ears." I heard Mom and I realized what conversation they were having. I let my eyes close as I thought about the conversation.

"You're just gonna have to trust me, okay?" Dean asked.

"I've been trusting you all day." Mom replied.

"It's kind of hard to believe."

"All right, then. I'm walking out the door." Mom chuckled and I pushed myself out of hiding.

"If you die now, we're never born." I said and Dean glanced back at me before to Mom as she looked at me.

"What?" she asked, incredulously. Dean walked closer to her and I followed.

"I'm your son." Dean said.

"I'm your daughter." I added.

"Sorry. I don't know how else to say it." Dean said. I stared at Mom, trying not to let tears fall from my eyes. "We're from the year 2010."

"An angel zapped us back here. Not the one that is after you, a nicer one." I said, putting my hands behind my back.

"You can't expect me to believe that." she said. Dean nodded slightly. I knew he knew Mom better than me and Sam, but as much as it hurt me, I knew it hurt him more.

"Our names are Henrietta, Dean and Sam Winchester. We're named after yours and John's parents." I said, trying to get her to believe. She still didn't seem convinced.

"When I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby... You would sing "Hey Jude"... 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song." Dean said and she shook her head. I looked down, tears in my eyes. I barely remembered anything from the first two years of my life. I would barely remember her face if it weren't for pictures.

"I...I don't believe it. No." she said, her voice breaking.

"I'm sorry, but it's true." Dean said and I looked up at her. She looked so...broken.

"I raised my kids to be hunters?" she asked, disappointment in her voice.

"No, Mom. No, you didn't." I shook my head, sniffling as I wiped my eyes.

"How could I do that to you?" she asked, not understanding what I meant.

"You didn't do it..." Dean trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence as he took a step closer to her. "Because you're dead." he finished. She looked taken aback.

"What? What happened?" she asked.

"Yellow-eyed demon." I said simply, wanting to just crawl into a hole and forget all about my past and memories, but I couldn't do that.

"He killed you, and... John became a hunter to get revenge. He raised us in this life." Dean explained. Mom looked so depressed and dismayed, it hurt. "Listen to me. A demon comes into Sam's nursery exactly six months after he's born-November 2, 1983. Remember that date. And whatever you do... Do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run." Dean begged.

"That's not good enough, Dean." we heard and I turned to see Sam walking into the room. He let out a deep breath. "Wherever she goes, the demon's gonna find her... Find me." he said, leaning on the doorway.

"Well, then what?" Dean asked and I looked at them both.

"She can leave Dad." I said quietly and they all looked at me. "It's the only way." I looked down at my feet.

"Rhett's right." Sam agreed, looking at Mom. "You got to leave John."

"What?" Mom asked in tears.

"When this is all over, walk away... And never look back." Sam said.

"So we're never born. They're right." Dean agreed. I sniffled and wiped my nose. I didn't want to not exist, but it would be a lot better than death and pain and everything that we'd gone through.

"I-I can't." Mom said, making me look back at her. "You're saying that you're my children, and now you're saying-"

"You have no other choice." Sam cut her off.

"There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that." Dean said, his voice raising slightly, not in an angry way but in an anxious and urgent way. I put my hand on his, trying to get him to calm down. Years of living with them, being their sister, and I could still barely figure them out.

"Okay, well, I'm not." Mom replied.

"Listen, you think you can have that normal life that you want so bad... but you can't. I'm sorry." Sam said, "It's all gonna go rotten. You are gonna die, and your children will be cursed."

"There-There has to be a way-" Mom started, shaking her head.

"No, this is the way. Leave John." Dean said.

"I can't." Mary retorted. She didn't sound like she couldn't due to her own personal feelings, but like something else was keeping her there-something we didn't know about.

"This is bigger than us. There are so many more lives at stake-" Dean tried.

"You don't understand. I can't." Mom snapped and my eyes widened. I glanced at her stomach, figuring it out. We were too late.

"Oh, God." I mumbled, biting my lip.

"It's too late." Mom confirmed my thoughts. "I'm... I'm pregnant."

The room went silent, and all I could think about was the fact that this meant Dean, Sam and I were still going to be born and Mom was still going to be killed before my third birthday. Before anyone could speak, loud footsteps were heard down the hallway and I turned to see Dad appear in the doorway with Sam.

"Hey, we got a problem. Those blood things, the sigils-they're gone." he informed us and my eyes widened as I looked at my brothers.

"Gone as in..." Sam trailed off.

"I-I drew one on the back of the door. I turned around. And when I looked back again, it was a smudge." Dad explained. I glared and pushed past Dean to the door. There I saw it, the smudged angel banishing sigil. Someone didn't want us keeping them away.

"He's right." I said and turned back to them. Mom was knelt by the rug and with a look of almost horror, she looked back up.

"There's no more holy oil."

Soon, we heard a high pitched noise. I grabbed my head as the noise turned into whispering and whispering turned into shouting, only repeating one thing.

"You shouldn't have done that." I whispered, repeating the voices. Everyone else in the room grabbed their heads in pain of the noise, but by now, the noise was gone from my ears, and I looked up. Right as I looked up, the lights went out and the window's blasted in.

The yelling stopped and everyone began to look up again. I looked at Sam and Dean, when I heard a slam and turned to see that the front door had been swung open. In walked a man, his vessel was new, but I focused on his soul. I recognized him.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked and I smirked.

"Baldy's back. Should have stuck with this vessel, at least you have hair." I said, knowing it was Uriel. Not necessarily by the soul as I'd never seen Uriel's soul before, but because of his vessel was similar, and he had just enough darkness in his soul to be Uriel. Basically, I made an educated guess.

"I'm Uriel." he corrected me, not liking the nickname I'd given him.

"Oh, come on." Dean groaned, backing up and grabbing me. I shook him off.

"I can keep him busy." I said, turning to him, but instead, I stopped as I looked into the hallway. Anna was standing on the staircase. "Correction, I can keep them busy. You wanna dance, angels? Let's dance." I said, glancing between them as they both inched closer to me.

Without another thought, I held out my hands, forcing them back into the walls near them. They fell down and I walked up to Anna, feeling a wet substance drip from my nose. She looked up at me as she got up and grinned. I raised an eyebrow before turning and grabbing Uriel's arm just before he punched me. I flipped him over and noticed Anna going for Dad, holding my arm out to push her back once again, but this time, it didn't do anything.

"Looks like you're out of juice." I heard and turned around right before feeling a sharp pain in my gut. I looked down to see red blood pooling from me before looking up to Dean, who was across the room. I fell to the ground as everything became white.

~

I woke up in a motel, Dean and Sam were already up and busy.

"What's going on? What happened? Where's Mom and Dad?" I groaned as I sat up, rubbing my head.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later." Dean said and I nodded, not even knowing if I was up to knowing at the moment. I stood up and looked at them. Dean was pulling out a bottle of some sort of alcohol while Sam was pulling out alcohol glasses. I furrowed my eyebrows and went to move towards Sam, when out of the blue, Castiel appeared.

"Cass?" I asked as Sam noticed him in the mirror, jumping and putting down his glasses. I quickly ran up to Cass' side, helping him stand. I noticed that his nose was bleeding like the first time he'd time traveled.

"We got you." Sam said after him and Dean joined in on helping me hold him up.

"You son of a bitch. You made it." Dean grunted.

"I..." Cass started, looking at his hand. "I did?" he looked up at all of us. "I'm very surprised." he got out before falling limp. My eyes widened as I let my brothers-who were twice as strong as me, muscle wise-help him to the bed. They threw him down and I quickly joined by his side, sitting on the floor beside the bed, criss-crossed as I looked at him. My brothers both let out long sighs.

"Well, I could use that drink now." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"I'll take one." I mumbled, keeping my eyes on Cass. I slowly reached my hand to stroke his hair, frowning. "And can I get a napkin or tissue?" I asked, finally looking up at the boys.

They handed me a glass of whatever alcoholic drink Dean had, along with a tissue, which I used to wipe the blood from Cass' nose.

"Well... This is it." Dean said and I looked up at him, glass in hand.

"This is what?" Sam asked before taking a sip of his drink, as did I.

"Team Free Will." Dean said. "One ex-blood junkie, one drop-out with six bucks to his name, one angelic abomination, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome." Dean said before he too took a sip of his drink. I glared playfully at him for the name he'd given me, but he was at least being fair.

"It's not funny." Sam said seriously.

"I'm not laughing." Dean replied, looking at Cass. Sam took a deep breath.

"They all say we'll say yes." he said. I looked down at Cass, downing the rest of my drink before focusing on him, wanting him to wake up and not wanting to have this conversation.

"I know. It's getting annoying." Dean responded.

"What if they're right?" Sam asked and I snapped my head in his direction.

"They're not." I said quickly.

"I mean, w-why-why would we, either of us? But... I've been weak before." Sam said and I shuffled a bit.

"Sam..." Dean trailed off.

"Michael got Dad to say yes." Sam argued.

"Dad said yes to Michael?" I asked, not caught up on this.

"Yes, but that was different." Dean argued, to which Sam gave him a strange look. "Anna was about to kill Mom."

"And if you could save Mom... What would you say?"