Chapter 3

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The stars glittered coldly, as if mocking her, telling her she was an outsider here.

You don't belong here... the stars whispered to the girl.

I know, but I'm lost and I can't get back home! She longed to scream at the heavens or sit down and cry until this became a bad nightmare and she woke up in her room with Azazel nudging her hand for a pat. Wait... where was Azazel? And her brother, Jonas? She looked around wildly, but she was alone.

Just a little girl all alone, and far from home.

Home.

She longed to go back with all her heart but the rational part of her brain was telling her she would be here for awhile.

Kasey took a shaky breath and stood up. That was another thing. How could she breathe? She was on the moon, but that's impossible.Stuff like that only happened in movies. She turned around and her breath caught in her throat.

Earth.

It was just... there, not moving. It seemed so close but it wasn't. Not really.

Kasey spotted an indistinguishable shape lying on the ground a few metres away. She walked over, not jumped, walked. Huh. Looks like gravity is like Earth too.

When she reached the shape, she saw it was a young man, probably late twenties. Shaggy brown hair fell across his eyes and he was quite tall from what she could see of him lying down. Kasey didn't know what to do, so she kicked him lightly in the ribs. His eyes flew open, looking around wildly before focussing on her with a frown.

"Who are you?" he asked in an American accent. His eyes, Kasey noticed, were dark brown.

"I-I'm Kasey. I just woke up here and saw you and I don't know what to do anymore!" Kasey was panicking now. "My cat and my brother were with me in the house when I disappeared and I don't know where anyone is or how we can breathe and, and, and-"

"Hey calm down okay? My name is Sam Winchester and I'll help you, don't worry."

Kasey took a shaky breath and nodded.

Sam was impressed at how she was handling this. The girl was about 16 he guessed, with curly brown hair in a pony, with a baggy blue shirt, tight jeans and red boots. A blue pendent glittered at her throat.

"Let's take a walk and see if we can find other people." said Sam, already walking.

Kasey stumbled as she hurried to follow; she had never been that graceful.

"Excuse me?" A voice called to the pair behind them and they turned to face te newcomer.

A pretty girl with short brown hair in a pony and a red dress walked up to them, head cocked to one side.

"Hello. I was wondering if you could tell me where we are, I don't know how I got here."

Sam walked up to her and asked; "So you don't know where we are either?"

She shook her head. "Drat. Now I can't tell the Doctor where I am. He will find me though, I'm sure of it."

"The Doctor? Doctor who?" asked Kasey.

"Just the Doctor. I'm Clara by the way."

"Oh hi Clara. I'm Kasey, this is Sam."

Clara nodded at them and opened her mouth to speak but before she could, a man came jogging up to them.

"Hey, you there! Where am I?"

The man had a British accent, like Clara's, and was older than any of them, but his hair was still brown.

"Look, I don't know where we are, or how, or even why, but Dean and Cas will be looking for me, and we could probably arrange for you guys to go home as well."

"Can you now? Well that's grand." The stranger was smiling thinly and looked ready to start throwing punches.

"Woah, woah, woah. Settle down alright? Now who are you?" Clara stepped in before things could get ugly between the stranger and Sam.

"John. John Watson, of the Fifth Northumberland fusiliers, retired army doctor."

"I'm Sam, this is Kasey and Clara."

Then with introductions done, the four stepped forward to find answers, and then collapsed on the dusty ground, unconscious.

"Thank you for bringing them here, Master, but they weren't supposed to find each other just yet."

The Master looked at Lucifer.

"Oh I am sorry. Would you like a refund?" His words dripped with sarcasm.

"Just shut up and find Moriarty. Tell him we have them."

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