Amber returned about a half hour later with simple shirt, pants, suspenders, socks and boots. "Not a lot to choose from right now, with the war on." She said, "Follow me." She said, leading them upstairs to the first room on the right, it was white inside, with lacy curtains that flutterd in the breeze from the open window, it was soft, feminine...clean. Sam felt like a bull in a china shop, and Dean was clearly impressed over the improvement from the last time travel brothel they'd stopped at.

"You two look like you nevr seen a bedroom before." Amber mused, leaning against the door frame, "Go ahead and change, if you got any questions about anything I'll be downstairs in the kitchen helpin Anna with her schoolwork." She shut the door behind her.

The guys reached for the clothes, stripping with their backs to one another and away from the window.."Seems kinda strange they arent more curious" Dean mused.

"Well, it is the middle of a war, they probably see weird stuff all the time." Sam said, pulling on the long breeches...damn they were pretty comfortable...roomy in the inseam like a good pair of baggy jeans, he ran his hand over the leg..he figured clothes would be more rough back in this day, wool

"Hey..quit gathering wool over your new clothes." Dean said, clearly Sam had missed the last paragraph of his diatribe.

"Sorry." Sam said, buttoning up, admittedly his brother looked good in the duds too...Dean fit in anywhere in any time and any era..he was classic. Sam felt like an overgrown puppy generally all the time. "What were you saying Dean?"

"Forgot now." He grumbled, fiddling with his collar, "We need to figure out who put us here and how to get out."

"Cas?"

"Why would Cas throwus back again? I'll try to call him, gotta be a church or something around here somewhere."

Sam nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked in the mirror on her dresser, he lookd pretty good...strangely felt at home and in place in these duds..."Dean..is it weird to you there's a child in a brothel?"

Dean paused, his hand on the door handle, "A little bit." He mused, then shrugged, "Not our business, come on we gotta try to get back home."

Sam nodded following him.

Amber sat on the front porch, watching Anna do her letters with a idle eye, more focused on the passing town and the two stray men she'd let in walking towards the church at the opposite end of the main street. They were odd...they didn't seem like they fit in...not just in the small town, but...in this century. Their clothes were weird too...she'd gathered them up and put them in a bag for them earlier..the material was ...different and there were cloth tags on them that told you how to wash them...pretty nifty invention she thought. She sighed...she wished John were here..he'd know what to do. She blinked away the tears and the sudden hot burning grief that coursed through her heart at the thought of him, after the pain usually came guilt and she didnt wanna think about it today. But as usual, grief has its own mind and the hot tears spilled over her cheeks anyway. She refused to let the little girl see her cry again, knowing it would just remind the child her friend was dead, she stood up, roughly telling Anna to stay on the porch and walked off, following the two stray men.

The church was open and they slipped inside, it was rustic, simple, and smelled of history and old wood...Sam inhaled deepily. There wasn't any other room a minister could be hiding so Dean started off "Cas...if you hear me you better answer...we're back in time...again...usually you leave a little bit of an explanation." He said, his tone was half hearted and frustrated almost...they both waited...listening. "God damnit Cas!" Dean swore loudly. He turned on his heels and stormed out, barely missing their little follower as he headed towards the salloon.

Amber turned, "Your brother seems a little upset." She mused, watching Sam.

Sam huffed, "Yeah..just a little." He sighed, "Did you follow us?" He furrowed his brow. She nodded.

"Is your real name Sam?" She asked, when he nodded, "Mine's Mary...they just...I go by Amber...its an old nickname." She said, looking away.

"I understand." He sat on a wooden pew, shifting a bit, she sat down on the one behind him.
"What year are you from?" She asked, her blue eyes pinning him.

"What?" He tried to act surprised but she had a no bullshit look in her eyes, "How'd you figure it out?"

"I put your clothes in a bag...most under things don't come with instruction tags and I've never seen that kind of fabric." She said, watching him, she folded her hands in her lap

Sam cleared his throat, "2014." He said quietly,

"Is it any better?" Her eyes held the same tiredness Sam saw in his own eyes often.

He sighed,"No...its not...some think its worse...but its probably just bad in its own way." He said, sighing.

"Who wins?" It was obvious she meant the current war...

"The north."

"How much longer?"

"Another year."

Amber nodded once, "Who was your brother prayin to in here?"

"Castiel..he's an angel." Sam watched her, she seemed unphased by anything he said, and it was easy talking to a familiar soul...a kindred almost.

"Your brother goin to drink away his pain I reckon." She said, when Sam nodded she continued,"YOu have no idea how ya'll got back here..."

"No...its happened before, but we always have a reason and have been told why...hell I dont even know where we're at"

"Missouri...little tiny town thats probably not even there anymore in your century." SHe mused, watching him.

He shifted a little uncomfortable with her soul-searing gaze.

"Either you're witches or your hunters." She stated. Just...said it. Put it out there.

He raised his brows, "How?"

"No one prays to angels or time travels orhas the weapons you boys do. You left this in my room." She handed him Ruby's knife with a knowing look. "Trust me, Sam, there's demons in this century too." She said softly, her eyes haunted.

"Are you?" His point was clear.

She shook her head, "I'm whatever I need to be to survive. You have til the week is out to find your way back or it wont get pretty for you."

He quirked a brow.

"Our madame..." SHe looked away, "She's been possessed for a good five years...I...I've done everything I know...it wont leave her." She turned her eyes on him, "Except for the day it jumped into my husband's best friend and shot my husband in the head..." She said hoarsely. "So either you boys get your shit together and get home to where you belong or you help me kill the bitch."

There was just so many questions that story raised...Sam just nodded.

The whiskey was strong and Dean liked it that way, he ordered the bottle and just sat there at the rustic bar ,shooting them back, trying to think...maybe it wasnt Cas...maybe...Abbaddon? Crowley? Metatron? Gadriel? Any hundred names that wanted him and Sam out of commission. However, Crowley needed him to kill Abaddon, and vice versa...Gadriel would more likely separate the brothers then send them both away...which only left Metatron. "Son of a bitch." He muttered, he stood and left, fully intending to come back and pay andwent to find Sam, finding him and the redhead still in the church talking. "I need to talk to you." He said to his brother.

"So do I.." Sam stood, Amber followed...he looked down at her. "She knows...she wants to help."

Dean looked at her, "Can you find us ingredients for a summoning spell?"

She smirked, "Give me til lunch. "

"What'd you figure out in your bottle of whiskey, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Metatron." He stated.