When I wake up, the first thing I realize is that this is not my bedroom. The covers are purple, not green, and the walls are painted. Even the furniture is different and not where they should be. That's when the memories begin flooding my head. They are not mine but they feel just as real.

The thoughts race in my head. My name is Cassie Novak, though I was called something else before. I turn over in my bed, which is suddenly familiar. Pushing my black hair out of my face, I look to the digital clock at my nightstand, the flashing red letters reading "11:52 AM". Someone knocks at the door persistently. It must be either my brother, Jimmy, or my niece, Claire. There's no way it's Jimmy's wife since doesn't like that I live with them very much. Not that it was my choice. My house was burnt down recently and no one knows why yet. Not that she cares. Jimmy's wife, Amelia, thinks I'm not right in the head because I talk about angels and demons as if they're real. She blames it on my illness.

At that moment, the names become recognizable in my mind and I realize I am in Supernatural. I know I should panic but somehow I feel like this is more real than the world I just left. Even with that feeling in my head, my breathing quickens. Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by a high, clear voice.

"Aunty Cassie, are you awake?" Claire's voice is muffled by the door, but I know it's her. The door creaks open slowly, revealing her small figure.

"I am now, sweetie." I smile at her before realizing the worry on her face. "Is there something wrong? Come sit down." The words come out of my mouth before I can even register them. Because I've done this so many times before, I think. Or at least whoever I am now. It must be like second nature.

Claire shuffles over to me. "Mom and dad are fighting again. Mom's afraid that your weirdness might rub off on me," she says. I hug her tightly. She holds me close. "You're not going to leave, are you? I don't want you to leave."

"I won't leave. Not yet," I tell her. Not until Amelia drops me off at the hospital once she's had enough. I don't say that out loud, though. "Now, do you need any help with your schoolwork?"

"No, I finished that Friday night so I could play with you," Claire says. A small smile makes its way to her face and I know that there's no way I could say no to that face.

"What do you want to play? Go grab the game then come back with it."

I play with Claire for a couple hours before we move on with our day. Late in the evening, Jimmy and I watch the TV together in the living room. We're both lounging on the couch when it goes fuzzy. Jimmy gets up abruptly, and I, recognizing what's about to happen, brace myself. We both collapse from the pain.

We can both hear the angel's words now, but only Jimmy can follow them as I am too sick to get out of bed most days. Claire and I hear Amelia's scream from the kitchen. The walls are thin but not by that much, so I can't make out any of the words she's saying.

"Stay here, I'll go see what's going on." I leave her in her room and nearly trip down the narrow stairway. Being sick is awful in that sense. I rush to the kitchen area to see Jimmy's hand in the pot. "Jimmy! Take your hand out of the pot!" I exclaim. "You're freaking your wife out."

"What? I'm the only one who's freaked out about him having his hand in a pot of boiling water?" she all but screeches. He takes his hand out to show that it's fine.

"See, Amelia? He's fine. Though, you shouldn't do those things where people can see them, Jimmy. And if he doesn't stop telling you, I'm talking to him," I say, thinking of the only angel that could be telling him these things.

"Who's telling him?" Amelia looks between us. Horror and annoyance it expressed clearly in her tone and facial expression. "Who's telling you?"

"An angel." Jimmy answers honestly and I cringe. That's not the right thing to say in front of your wife who doesn't believe they're real.

"Jimmy," I hiss, "you shouldn't tell her this."

Ignoring me, he continues to speak to her and I slowly retreat to my room. Claire perks up when she hears my footsteps and rushes out to greet me.

"Is everything alright, Aunty Cassie?" she asks.

"Everything's fine, Claire." She doesn't believe me. I can tell from the way her lips purse and her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn't say anything else.

Amelia's getting to her breaking point. Jimmy is as well. Amelia is telling him that if he doesn't stop talking about angels or take the pills, she's leaving to her mother's house with Claire. They're fighting again when Claire finally asks me, "what's going to happen? Will I really have to leave dad and you?"

I hesitate for a few moments. Should I tell her about my other set of memories? Who I really am? Then again, she wouldn't believe me.

"Nothing. I won't let anything happen to the three of you," I promise her. "You three will all stay in this house together. Come one, I think I smell dinner."

"Jimmy, wait," I say before he puts on his trenchcoat. We stand outside, on the lawn. The night chill sends goosebumps up my bare arms but I pay them no mind. I know this scene. I've watched it play out on my laptop screen to not know it. "Give that to me."

"Cassie? What're you doing out of bed and dressed like that?" he asks, gesturing to my (admittedly rather pretty) black summer dress, which I rarely wear.

"Jimmy, I'm not going to let you leave Claire like this. She can hear you. Both of you. And I promised her the three of you would stay here." I put his hand in mine. "And I know what the angel wants us to do. So either put that back or give it to m because I won't let you leave them. Go back now, and don't worry about me. I'll be getting what I've always wanted. Wings."

"Cassie? What do you mean?" Jimmy asks, worry apparent on his face. There's no way he doesn't know what I'm getting at, but he asks anyway.

"I love you, Jimmy. Tell Claire I love her to," I whisper to him. I turn my back to his crestfallen face. "Castiel!" I shout. "I'm here for you! Come take me as your vessel! My brother has to do his duty here! I allow you to use my body as a vessel as long as you talk to me and leave my family alone!"

Claire hears a stifled yell from outside. She wakes up and hurries downstairs, not caring if she wakes up her parents. She opens the front door and immediately wishes she brought jacket. The thought leaves her mind when she sees her father and her aunt standing only a few feet away from her.

"Aunty Cassie?" She approaches the woman. The woman turns with cold, blue eyes.

"I am not your aunt," the being says apathetically. Claire can only agree with it as a chilling feeling overcomes her. It may be her aunt's body, but what's in there isn't her aunt. It disappears with the sound of wings, leaving Jimmy with his daughter.