"How long do we have to decide?" Sherlock asked. Always logical that one, while everyone else was busy being emotionally conflicted, Sherlock was getting all the data he could before making a decision.

"About two or three hours," the Doctor responded.

"Here, I'll leave you three to discuss this among yourselves." I said to Sam, Dean, and Castiel. I pushed myself up from the sitting position I had been in and walked over to the Doctor, who was off to the side while everyone else conversed.

"What are you going to do? Stay or go?" I asked as I joined him.

"I don't know yet. I have an earth of my own that constantly needs to be saved…" He trailed off, his eyes becoming unfocused.

"…But?" I prompted him.

"But, if there are people who I know that got trapped here, I've got to save them. Plus, if any of the daleks, cybermen, weeping angels, or who knows what came through, then your earth is going to need a lot of protecting." He crossed his arms and chewed the inside of his cheek. "It's a tough decision."

"I wouldn't know." I shrugged mimicking the Doctor's pose, but while leaning against the edge of the consol.

"Of course you do, because you could come through with one of us. Pick a reality and then leave yours." He turned to me, looking to gage my reaction. Needless to say, I was speechless. I hadn't thought of leaving my reality, but here was my chance. I could finally go on adventures. I didn't need to be tied down by schoolwork (even though I did love college), or an attempt to have a social life, or even be bored with the mundane fashion I lived my life.

"I wouldn't be able to pick one." I argued. But as soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I was wrong.

"Yes, you could." The Doctor looked pointedly at Sam. I followed his gaze to stare at the hunter as well. Even sitting down, he was taller than both Dean and Castiel. At the moment he was carefully listening to something Dean was explaining. His face was set in concern as he glanced behind his shoulder to get a quick look at me. He caught me already looking at him and smiled warmly in a way that made my heart melt just a bit.

"Your right, I would pick Sam. I'd pick him every time." I said aloud more to myself than to the Doctor. He nodded in my peripheral vision.

"I don't think you'll have to make that choice, though. Everyone here… they're all heroes. These people would give their lives for each other and for their closest friends. With Castiel's return, it seems likely that others have gotten through as well, and these people won't be able to return knowing there is a chance they're leaving a friend behind." The Time Lord was looking at Team Free Will and the residents of 221B Baker Street huddled together, discussing a question they already knew the answer to, but were too scared to admit it.

"So you think everyone will stay?" I asked, trying not to get my hope up. I mean, even if they stayed they might not want me around and condemn me to stay with my parents and live my own life. My heart clenched at that thought, imagining them all out in the world but leaving me behind. I don't think I would deal with that any better than I'd deal with them leaving for good.

"Yeah, I do. I know I will. I can't leave in the off chance that one of my companions past or future fell through the rip." I nodded, figuring that would be his response. I wondered if he was thinking specifically of Rose when he said that or all of his companions in general. We both fell into our own thoughts while the others murmured in the background.

What If Sam did stay? What would I do? Would I travel with the Winchesters and Castiel? The four of us would all be crowded in the Impala, hunting demons and monsters. It wouldn't be a bad life. Sure, it would be dangerous, but that's what I wanted, wasn't it? My thought processed stunned taking all of this in. It would be dangerous. It wouldn't just be a show that tore my heart out as I watched from under blankets with a mug of hot chocolate. It would be real. My occupation as a full time fangirl and college student would be put on hold. My whole life would be put on hold- no, more than that. My life would change more dramatically than I could ever imagine. I would have to kill the people. Could I actually kill people? I don't think I'd want to kill anyone. I closed my eyes and let out a slow breathe. A hand touched my shoulder firmly as if its owner knew exactly what was going through my head.

"It's okay to be uncertain, Lucy. This is just a big of a change in your life as it is for everyone else here." The Doctor said soothingly. He gave my shoulder a little pat, before switching topics. "Now we have the curious case of Mr. Eddie, who is still in one of my guest rooms."

"Mr. Eddie!" I felt horrible, in all of the excitement I had forgotten that he was still recovering in the TARDIS. "How is he?"

"He's been sleeping the last few times I checked on him, but he's probably awake now. If he's doing okay, which he should be, then we can return him home." The Doctor said with a smile. Taking me elbow, he led me down the hall excitedly to bring me to my beloved neighbor. His room wasn't as far down the hallway as mine had been, but it still took us a minute or two to reach it.

While my room had a warm wood door, the door to my neighbor's room looked exactly like his front door, down to the white paint that was just beginning to peel and that outrageous purple door knob. The Doctor gestured for me to knock, which I did ever so slightly as to not disturb him if he were sleeping.

"Come in!" Came the mumbled response from behind the door. I eased it opened to find Mr. Eddie sitting in a comfortable armchair and smiling when he discovered who had been knocking. "Oh, hello, it's good to see you, Lucy. Now, do you mind telling me where we are?"

"The TARDIS." I said weakly. What else could I say though? This room didn't look like anything you'd find in a hospital, nursing home, motel, or anywhere;, especially, when the door was taken into account.

"TARDIS… wait isn't that on the show you watch? Doctor Who?"

"Yeah, it is." I glanced behind me, but the Doctor wasn't there. The idiot was probably planning a fancy reveal for himself.

"But…. That's fictional." He asserted looking me in the eyes, trying to will some sense into the situation.

"Wellll….." The Doctor interjected. My neighbor's eyebrows shot up so much they were almost hidden in his receding hairline. The Doctor smirked slightly, but hid it quickly. So he had been looking to make a dramatic entrance. I almost wanted to laugh at how much he acted like a little kid sometimes. "Technically, it was fictional. Some… wibbly wobbly… timey whimey stuff happened, and now it's not fictional and neither am I, nor are Sam, Dean, Castiel, Sherlock, John or the demon that possessed you."

"But… you're fictional." Mr. Eddie looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to explain what was going on.

"There was this time rip, which is a totally natural occurrence." I started explaining as the Doctor nodded along. "But something weird happened. It must have started with the demon that possessed you. Somehow he got through, which then created a rip for all these guys to fall through as well. We fixed everything by sending the demon back to hell and all, but my house was wrecked in the process…" I trailed off, realizing for the first time that I won't be able to go back home until everything was fixed. I guess I would have to stay with Mr. Eddie, or maybe I could go with Sam and Dean, or the Doctor, or even John and Sherlock. They'd take good care of me, and my parents wouldn't mind. They're always saying that I need to develop a life of my own instead of sitting around the house all day focused on work and school and things that are very small parts of the entirety of human life. I should probably call them….

"Oh sweetheart, are you okay?" Mr. Eddie asked. That was the trait I loved about him. Some serious shit could be going down in his life, but he was always going to put other people first.

"A little banged up, but I'm alright." I paused. "You were the one who got possessed! I should be asking how you're doing."

"I'm doing just fine. I'd like to go home, though. Is that possible? Or are we in the middle of the time vortex right now?"

"No we aren't in a time vortex… I thought you didn't know the shows?" The Doctor asked, making a face. I think it was his confused face, but it looked like he was trying to take a bad selfie.

"Oh, I've watched bits and pieces. Plus, Lucy talks about them all the time. The only one I haven't seen is that Supernatural show."

"Which is why you didn't recognize Sam earlier," The Doctor interjected.

My neighbor looked at down at the floor, trying to remember. "Oh! That boy with you the other day was that one of the Supernatural people?"

"He was Sam Winchester." I nodded withholding a smile.

"You too looked nice together, are you…?" Mr. Eddie was one of those people who loved happy endings and relationships. He's given me advice for few relationships I've been in already.

"Yeah, we are." I smiled tentatively.

"Well, that's just wonderful!" He pulled into a hug, which I returned happily.

"Now, Mr. Eddie we should probably get you home." I suggested.

"It's certainly nice to be home."Mr. Eddie sighed as he settled down in the brown, well-used leather chair in his living room.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked him. He'd been so calm about everything, never really questioning how the fictional characters got through and what happened while he was possessed.

"No." He replied as he picked up the nearest book, "but I'll realize soon enough that this probably isn't a dream. Dreams make more sense than this does. However, strange things happen all the time, and if you're certain that these characters just… fell through a time rip, then I'll believe you. I don't have a better explanation to explain everything. Plus being possessed would explain why I feel like complete and utter crap right now." He still sounded skeptical, and if anyone besides me had told him this, he'd already be calling the nearest mental institution.

"Alright then… If you need anything, even just to talk and sort things out in your head call my cell phone, okay?" I asked, standing near the arm of his chair.

"Of course I will. You know me, I'll take every opportunity to talk to you. I don't make very good company for myself" He trailed off. "Right now, I'm tired. I think reading will help, and I'll call you later when my head is processing information faster."

"That sounds like a good plan." I agreed.

"Right, if I'm not mistaken you have other business to attend to. I'll take to you soon." He flipped the book open to a dog-eared page. I took it as our signal to depart. Leading the Doctor out the door, I glanced back at my neighbor.

"Bye Mr. Eddie! I'll talk to you real soon." I waved, walking toward the exit.

"Nice meeting you, Sir!" The Doctor said as he followed me.

"And you too, Doctor. Feel free to stop in at any time, if you want some company or if you're feeling a little lonely." Mr. Eddie replied, turning to look the Doctor as he said all this.

"Then you're certain to see me again," the Time Lord replied with a crooked smile.

"Time's almost up, have you all made you decisions?" The Doctor announced as he walked back into the TARDIS with me on his tail.

He was met with several blank faces, trying to decide if their decision was the best one. The Time Lord stuck his hands in the pockets of his suit, pushing his coat out of the way as he did so. He straightened his back, and watched the five other fictional characters.

"I for one will be staying. I'd rather not leave my companions stranded in another dimension." The Doctor finally said, judging that everyone wanted to hear his decision before they voiced theirs.

"We're staying as well," Sherlock announced. John stood with his arms crossed next to him. The two of them looked firm in their decision. "There's a potential that a certain individual crossed through the rip as well, and if he did, I would be the only one who can stop him."

"What makes you think that?" Dean asked slightly offended. "I'm sure we could take him! Besides he's only human, right? Demons are clever sons of bitches and they have superpowers, and we handle them all the time!"

"You don't know James Moriarty, Dean." Sherlock replied staring directly into Dean's eyes, willing him to challenge his knowledge. "He's a spider. He has people everywhere, people who are loyal to him."

"We were tracking him in London when we were pulled here." John added. "He's used humans as… playthings, strapping them to bombs to put more pressure on Sherlock to solve his little puzzles."

"Going by the people who have already fallen through, it seems that the most powerful characters are the most likely to come through. Moriarty is very powerful, so there's a higher chance that he's here than still in our reality." Sherlock concluded with a nod. Everyone remained silent for a moment, trying to process how much of a threat James Moriarty was and if they had to worry about him.

Besides Sherlock and John (and maybe Castiel, because who knows all the information he has stored in his brain), I was the only one who knew of Moriarty. And the thought of him coming here was not a pleasant one, but I trusted Sherlock's judgment. If the detective thought he was here, then he probably was.

"What about you?" The Doctor asked turning to the Supernatural crew.

"We will be staying," Cas answered for them. "There is work for us to do here as well."

At the angel's answer, I turned to Sam. He was grinning widely at me, which I recipracated immediately. Sam was staying. He was staying. We could actually be together. I was just about ready to jump about in excitement.

"We have to find our friends as well. Bobby, Jo, Ellen, and there are others out there as well." Dean added gruffly.

"Everyone is staying then?" The Doctor asked. Everyone nodded. "Fantastic! I assume we're all be going our separate ways, soon enough. Does anyone want to grab some lunch?"

Vwoorp. Vwoorp. Vwoorp.

The TARDIS landed back in the alleyway where it had first appeared only days earlier. Although, with everything we had been through, it felt like so much longer ago. Everyone looked around, simultaneously realizing that this would be the last time we were all together in the TARDIS, at least for now. The Doctor lifted his hands slowly from the controls. There was a smile plastered on his face, but the preciseness of his movements told another story. He was going to lose more friends. Well, not exactly lose, we had survived everything together, but we would be going our separate ways soon enough. He gathered himself quickly, though, the Doctor was never one to waste time while he still had it.

"So, where are we eating?" the Time Lord asked as he shrugged his trench coat back on.

"Well, we've already been to the diner, so I was think we could go to the lunch place. They have soup and sandwiches." I had a colossal love for soup, which made me a huge fan of the lunch place.

"That sounds great!" Sam responded, slipping his hand into mine.

"Let's go then! Allonsy!" The Doctor exclaimed. He was smiling again, but this time it was a real smile that made his eyes crinkle.

"And there you go Potato soup and grilled cheese." Our waiter, Dave, finished as set my plate down in front of me.

"Thank you!" I smiled, picking up my spoon. Everyone else was already eating. Dean had a hamburger and Cas, a cheeseburger. Although, he had only gotten it after Dean had insisted that even angels needed to eat. Castiel must not have felt like protesting it, so he had given in and ordered a meal. He tilted his head and lifted the bin curiously, peering at the foreign cheese and beef. Sam had salad, of course, and he was munching away contently on it next to me.

"So what are you and John going to do since we've finished the case here?" I asked Sherlock, pausing at one point to blow on my spoonful of soup.

"We'll be heading to London, and hopefully return to 221 B Bakerstreet." The detective said mater- of-factly as he took another bite of his sandwich. I hadn't heard his order, because Sam had been playfully poking me in the side while Dave was asking us what we wanted. But, whatever the sandwich was it smelled delicious.

"Mmmph," I nearly opened my mouth mid-chew to correct Sherlock, but caught it last minute. Holding up an index finger, I swallowed and continued. "You forgot that you and John are famous around here. There was a whole book series, at least three television series, and several movies based on your lives. 221B Baker Street is a landmark. There's a whole museum and everything there. However, you're show is filmed at… 187 North Gower Street, I think." I looked down at my phone quickly to confirm that fact. "Yeah, so if you get an apartment on that street then it might feel more familiar to you. Speedy's is on that street too. Plus you can always put up a sign that says 221B inside your apartment."

"It will take a little extra adjusting to live around here. We knew that, and we're up for the challenge." John responded, taking a break from eating his chili.

"It'll be weird at first, but I'm sure you guys will start to fit in around here. It isn't that big of a change." I agree, biting into my grilled cheese sandwich.

"What are you planning to do, Lucy?" John asked.

"Well, I need to finish out college. I can graduate this semester, and it ends in December. I'm going to stay here while I finish getting my degree, and then I'll be going on the road with the Winchesters." During all this, Sam had paused in his eating to listen. I hadn't discussed any of this with him beforehand, but ultimately it was my life I was decided on. I had already worked so hard for a college diploma; I wasn't going to drop it within the last stretch. Likewise, I was pretty well adjusted at the school, and I didn't want to leave my classes. I'd have to move in with Mr. Eddie, though. Or live on campus, while my house is under repair.

"That sounds reasonable," Sam agreed, but I could see a slight hurt in his eyes. I remembered that I had said earlier that I would just switch to on-line courses and go traveling with them immediately, but… I needed to call my parents.

I looked down at my half- finished lunch, knowing that until I called my parents the knot in my stomach wouldn't allow me to eat anything else. I sighed and pushed back my chair, "I'll be right back."

I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I exited the building. I wanted privacy for this conversation, and I wouldn't be able to get that if I remained in the restaurant. Dialing the number for my mom's phone, I waited until the second ring when she picked up.

"Hey mom!" I greeted as soon as I could hear movement on the other end of the line.

"Hi Sweetie, how are you doing?" My mother's voice responded, soothing and relaxed.

"I'm fine but…"

"But what?"

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my jacket around me tighter to shield myself from the brisk air. "I was staying over at a friend's house the other night, and there a pretty bad storm. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I should have. " Last night there actually had been a storm. We had all missed it, because we were in the TARDIS. But, when we all stepped out of the Time Lord's home, we noticed that there were puddles in all the divots in my drive way and branches blown this way and that. "Anyway, it broke all the windows in the front of the house and the window in my bedroom as well. I wasn't in the house when it happened, but when Sam gave me a lift home, we could see the damage pulling into the driveway. There was glass was strewn everywhere mixed with branches and leaves. I don't know how it even happened, but one branch managed to fly through the house and crash through my window. We couldn't step near the foyer at all for fear that the glass would cut us, but from what I could see, no one took advantage of the now weakened security system to rob us."

"Oh, Honey! I'm so sorry you had to deal with that! Have you told anyone else this?" Mom was staying calmer than I imagined she would.

"I wanted to tell you first. And I did so as soon as I could. My friend and I left pretty quickly and now we're all at the sandwich place across the old theater, trying to figure out what to do." Mom could never remember the names of any of the stores in town, so it was better for me to just use the landmarks to describe them.

"Well, I'll call that window installer we used a few years ago to replace the windows in the kitchen." Mom informed me. I stopped my pacing up and down the sidewalk, making a mental note to ask Sherlock to help me set up a crime scene to make it match the story.

"At the moment the house is uninhabitable, so I was wondering," I resumed my pacing again, "if maybe I could rent out one of the apartments near to my college campus?"

"I don't know… it's expensive." I bit back a groan; of course it's too expensive. Just like having a lake house that probably costs 5 times the amount of the crappy apartment I would end up at.

"Would it help my case if I said that I reached a decision on the early graduation thing…" I started wanting her get hopeful before I told her that I'd be graduating early. It was a discussion we'd had many times before. She wanted me graduate early, because it would save them thousands of dollars. I, however, was in favor of staying until graduation in May. Mostly, it was because I couldn't see myself outside of college but, with a quick glance through the window of the diner at all my character idols turned friends, I felt that I could really find a place in this world.

"Perhaps, what did you decide?" She prompted me.

"I'm going to graduate early. I have enough credits, and I think it'd time to move on with my life." I informed her. The decision felt so final as if it, more than the adventures of the past few days , was the turning point in my life.

"So…. If I'm graduating early, we'll have the money to get me an apartment. Plus I'd only be living in it for a few months." If we were making a deal, we were going to do it fairly. I get what I want and she gets what she wants. Dad negotiates through her, but he's usually flexible to whatever's going one. "AND I need somewhere to live while our house is being fixed up." There was a long pause on the other end of the line. I could hear a whispered conversation, but it was too faint for me to get anything out of it. Finally, the sound of fabric scrapping against the receiver alerted me to the fact that my parents had reached a decision.

"As much as we want you to keep living with you, we realize the importance of letting you out into the world before you graduate college. We'll be close by if you need any help, but we agreed that you need to experience living on your own. You should realize that we expect you to pay for most of your housing costs." She started to say something else, but cut herself off. After taking a breath she continued, "You're really growing up, sweetie."

"Aww mom, I'm not that grown up. I mean, I just ordered grilled cheese for lunch, so I still have the heart of a kid."Mom's laugh echoed over the phone sounding like dozens of tiny silver bells. "But, thank you so much! I'll make sure to take good care of my apartment!"

"I'm sure you will," by the soft, proud tone in her voice, I could tell that mom was smiling. "Your dad and I will be driving back up today. Once we've arrived and seen the damage we'll get a person to come over to look at the windows. Then we'll go find you an apartment. Sound like a plan?" If I only had to use one trait to describe my mom, it would have to be efficient. When she saw tasks that needed to be done, she completed them right away. Sometimes it's annoying, but I was feeling very grateful toward that trait at the moment.

"Sounds perfect, Mom! Can you call me when you get here, so I can meet you at the house?"

"Of course, honey. We'll call you when we get there in a few hours."

"Okay Mom!" I paused mentally scanning for anything else I needed to tell her. Oh, boyfriend. Eh, I'd prefer to tell her that in person. There wasn't any other impending information for her to know, so I decided to end the conversation. "Alright then, I think I'm going to go now. I'll see you soon."

"Yes. See you soon, honey," came the response from the other line followed by a click and then silence. I ended the call on my own phone and headed back into the sandwich shop.

Everyone was about finished with their lunch when I returned and in heated conversation.

"What's going on?" I whispered to Sam, not wanting to disrupt the argument.

"Who's the most brilliant," he could barely contain his laughter. Dean, Sherlock, and the Doctor did seem to be the most talkative. Sam, Cas, and John were both relaxed and looked on the verge of laughter, but both of them were trying to keep a straight face. Castiel was definitely keeping his face the most neutral.

"I know that Dean is extremely smart, but I thought Dean thought you were the smart one." I ask, picking up my sandwich again.

"He's going the street smart/ fighting route." Sam responded, flicking his eyes to meet mine. Then they were back watching the three "smarty- pants" verbally duel.

"They're all claiming to different types of brilliance," John explained to me from across the table top. "Dean is claiming brilliance in street smartness, Sherlock his deductive prowess, and the Doctor his knowledge of the universe and humanity itself."

"Everyone is street smart, it's a natural human instinct. It's almost an animalistic trait!" Sherlock exclaimed, breaking my attention away from John.

"Maybe it is cheekbones, but I'd like to see you survive on the streets for years at a time. There's more thought that goes into it than you would think." Dean retorted.

"Pft, please. I could survive on the streets any day."

"What if you needed money and your mummy wasn't there to provide it?!"

"I'd pickpocket individuals that I deemed unworthy of the amount of money they had. Politicians, fat old men, et cetra, et cetra."

"Like you could actually pickpocket anyone!" Dean said, shaking his head a little as if he were talking to an unruly fifth grader.

Sherlock smirked, his eyes dancing. Silently he held up Dean's wallet, while John, Sam and I burst into stomach- hurting laughter. Castiel was grinning and watching Dean slid his hands into each and every pocket he was currently wearing, eight, as he realized that he didn't have his wallet on him.

"Son of bitch." He muttered. Looking back at Sherlock, Dean demanded, "Give me my wallet back."

"Oh but shouldn't your so-called street smartness easily overcome my measly deductions to gain possession of your wallet again."

"If we weren't in restaurant, cheekbones, I'd be all up in you-"

"Oooookay," John interjected cutting Dean off. He threw the wallet across the table to the hunter. "There you go."

Sherlock narrowed his brows, checking his right pocket. He glanced over at John, gracing with a genuine smile. "I'm starting to rub off on you, aren't I?"

"Not at all. I learned to pickpocket while in the army. We had to do something for fun. We played a game where we'd steal from the most annoying soldier that day. It was all in good fun, and I was considered the best for whatever reason." John replied keeping his face straight, but his eyes were laughing, obviously overjoyed to have caught Sherlock off guard.

"Well if you two lovebirds would mind coming back to the rest of the world," the Doctor was into the argument enough that his Scottish accent was starting to show, and it was a truly beautiful sound to hear. "I doubt you'd be able to make if on your own for very long Sherlock, sure you could lower your classy self down to the level of the homeless, but without John you'd be a mess."

"I would be motivated to get home." Sherlock retorted immediately. John blushed slightly.

"That's the point, though. You would be distracted, and distractions never help in a fight." Dean interjected, taking the Doctor's point and running with it.

"For your puny minds probably, but mine works differently than yours." Sherlock snapped at Dean. He turned to the Doctor, "as for you what good will knowing who the prime minister is, or whatever 'knowledge of the universe is' actually help you. That's knowledge not brilliance."

"Oi! It's brilliance when I use it! Have you ever faced an army of daleks without a plan and still won against them?!"

"Oh yeah, brains in metal suits that have a toilet plunger as an arm, I'm sure they're really hard to defeat," Dean scoffed.

"Well at least they have brains, what do ghosts have? They're made out of nothing at all except residual energy."

"I'd like to see you take on a ghost, if it's so easy then!"

"I'd like to see you take on a dalek!"

"You two wouldn't stand a chance against Moriarty!"

By this point, the rest of us were all in stitches laughing over their argument. It was obvious to see that they were all brilliant and had knowledge in completely different fields. At this point, though, Dave the waiter came back to collect our plates. After seeing the slightly perturbed stare Dave was aiming at the three debaters, John cut in ending the argument with the point that they are were very smart in their respective fields. Castiel leaned his head close to Dean and whispered something, probably a statement to reaffirm Dean's intelligence, making him blush.

"How did the conversation with your mom go?" Sam asked, turning as much as he could in the wooden chairs to face me. I had mentioned in passing on the way over here that I was going to have to call her. He must have put together from seeing me paced outside the front window of the sandwich shop that I had been talking to my mom.

"It went as well as I could hope for. I'm going apartment hunting this week once they get back, I'll be finishing college a year early, and then I get to go on the road with you and Dean." I replied. Of course, that wasn't the full extent of my plan; I was hoping to be working on and finishing up a novel during the next year or so. I'd have lots of time in the near future to share more of my dreams with Sam.

"Right, Lucy, I was thinking about that." Sam's tone had switched from joyful to profession, definitely not a good sign. "Once you get dragged into this, there is no getting out. You can' just turn around and head home when you get tired, because the monsters and the knowledge of what you've done to them are inescapable. It's a occupational hazard, and one that I don't want you to have to face. I really think that you should reconsider joining Dean and I." An avalanche of rocks placed itself in my stomach as Sam finished speaking. Did he not want me around? Did he think I couldn't handle it? No… he was probably just worried for my safety? That seemed like a very Sam-like thing to do.

"I appreciate the sentiment, I really do, but I've already been dragged into this mess. The moment I found Ally's body, I entered this world. You can say you dragged me into this all you want, but know that I was willing to be dragged in. It's my greatest dream Sam, to have an adventure and to do something with my life. I wouldn't trade it for the world, so like it or not I will be traveling with you, Dean, and Cas." I looked Sam straight in the eye daring him to challenge me.

"I uhh-" he took another moment to compose his thoughts. "If you still feel like that when you graduate then you can come a long. Heck, you'll probably force your way into our lives. I guess… you may have already done that, though." He slipped his hand into mine.

Raising his glass of water, Sam looked at me. I picked up my own glass a bit awkwardly with my left hand, not wanting to unwind my fingers from Sam's. The young hunter smiled widely enough that the corners of his eyes crinkled. "Here's to new adventures and colliding fates."

"Cheers." I responded clicking my class against his and taking a sip. All the possibilities that lay out in the future were both daunting and excited and my mind spasms in excitement every time I thought of everything to come.

I planted a gentle kiss on Sam's shoulder, as it was the only part of him that I could reach, and began to imagine my life surrounded by the characters I was always told were fake and ready to focus on what I wanted my life to become.

The End.