A/N: Hey everyone! I just found out I'm going to Disney World in a month, so I got inspired to write this. This is an alternate opening to season 9, with obvious AU elements to it, (the characters who are magically alive in this). Enjoy :)

Sam and Dean woke up in the bunker, to a very high pitched noise.

"What the hell?" Dean shouted, and Sam came out of his room, cringing and covering his ears. "What's going on?!" he shouted, and Sam shrugged. They ran out to the living room, where glasses were starting to break, and suddenly, their vision went white.

"Sam?!" "Dean!"

"We will touch down in about 45 minutes, folks, we would like to express our gratitude to you for flying with us."

Sam came to to the sound of a voice, shaking his head and frowning. Dean groaned as his eyes opened too, and the two looked around. Sam's frown got deeper as he suddenly sat up, hitting his head on the roof of the plane.

The plane?

"Ow... dude," Sam mumbled, looking around, and turned to find Dean looking horrified. "S-Sam..." he stuttered, gripping the seats. "Why the hell are we on a plane?" "How should I know?" "What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked, and Sam shrugged. "I just remember waking up to a loud noise... then nothing."

They looked around, Dean cursing under his breath. "I hate flying," he said, and Sam grinned, remembering this. As they were trying to adjust, they heard a noise from the seats behind them.

"Wha- What the bloody hell am I doing here? Bollocks!" They heard the man behind them stop a stewardess. "Well, now that I'm here, do you have any scotch, by any chance, love?"

They looked at each other, and frowned. "Crowley?" they asked, and turned around, finding a very disoriented looking King of Hell. "Uh...hello boys," he said uneasily, glancing around, "What's going on?" "We have no idea," Sam scoffed. "And we wouldn't tell you if we did," Dean grumbled under his breath.

"Good to see you too, squirrel. We're on a plane..." Crowley said, "But how?" "We'll send you a telegram when we figure that out," Dean said sarcastically. Crowley sent him a snarky stare, and Sam stopped the stewardess. "Excuse me- where is this plane going?"

She looked at him funny. "Didn't you buy the ticket?" "Uh..." "He has amnesia," Crowley commented, and Sam rolled his eyes, looking back at her. "Yeah... it's...uh, acting up again!" The stewardess nodded slowly. "We're on our way to Orlando." "Orlando? For what?" Dean asked. She smiled brightly. "Disney World!"

All three paled, and Crowley hit his head against the seat. "This cannot be happening." "This must be Gabriel," Sam said, fists clenched, and they suddenly heard a voice.

"You boys called?" They turned, to find a guy with sunglasses sprawled across two seats, blowing pink bubbles with the gum he was chewing. "Gabriel! You put us back right now, or I'll deep-fry your wings for dinner!" Dean growled. The short, golden haired man laughed.

"As much as I would love to credit myself for doing this to you, I am also a victim of this weirdness." Sam frowned. "What?" "Then who dropped us here?" Crowley asked, "They can't do this to me! I'm the bloody king of hell!" This got a few stares from families around them.

Dean suddenly spotted a familiar looking head of fire-engine red hair.

"Charlie?" he called, and her head turned, revealing their friend, looking more than a little disturbed. "Oh my god," she said, hurrying over and sitting down next to them, "You guys! That's why things are strange. Where am I?" Sam smirked. "On your way to Disney World, apparently."

Charlie sort of smiled for a moment, then she shook her head. "But... how did we get here?" "Nobody knows," Crowley said, rolling his eyes.

Just then, they all heard the unmistakable voice of someone they knew at the other end of the plane.

"I don't understand... what is the difference between the Mickey Mouse hummus and chips and the Minnie Mouse hummus and chips? Is the latter in any aspect smaller?" "Hiya, Castiel!" Gabriel called, and a very confused looking guy came over, holding a menu. "How did all of you get here? The last thing I remember was having my grace taken from me... how am I here?" "The million dollar question," Crowley groaned.

"Why is he here?" Cas angrily asked, pointing at Crowley. "Look, Cas, we don't know why we're here, okay?" Dean said, "Sit down." "So, anyone else gonna pop up?" Gabe asked, looking around the plane for people they know.

"Well, isn't this interesting?" a voice said, and they all turned. "No," Sam breathed, and squeezed his eyes shut. He reopened them, but the blonde was still there.

"Sammy! Long time no see! And Dean of course... you've grown! I'd pinch your cheek, but... that would be kinda awkward," he shrugged. Castiel frowned, getting back up as he bored holes into him. "Lucifer." "Okay, I could've tolerated you bunch," Dean said, "But him?"

"Lucifer?" Charlie squeaked, "As in... the devil?" "At your service," the archangel smiled. She sighed.

"We're catching the next flight back home," Dean affirmed, and Sam nodded. "Wait..." Charlie said excitedly, having a revelation, "This is the perfect opportunity to take a vacation together!" "A vacation?" Dean repeated, "Charlie, are you okay?"

She shoved him. "It's my birthday in three days... I don't know, I mean... it would be fun, I guess." Gabriel smirked as the bunch groaned.

Crowley cut in. "Sorry, darling, I'm booked. I've got my weekly torture sessions, personal time. So, I'll be making my departure now." He snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. Gabe nodded. "You should have known that our power doesn't have any effect around here." "Balls," Dean commented, and Sam laughed.

He looked to Cas. "Cas? Is your mojo gone too?" "Like I said, I fell, Dean. Metatron took my grace." "Metatron!" Sam suddenly said, "Oh my god! He must have put us here to get us out of the way!" "How could he have found us?" Dean asked. "He is extremely powerful," Cas said. Charlie nodded. "Okay, I'm just going to pretend I know what's going on."

"It would take far too long to explain," Cas explained to her, and she sighed again. "I'd really like to spend my birthday with you guys... since, you know, we're already on our way there...and there's a new Star Wars exhibit..." She tried to use the guilt approach. "And after my mom you know, fully died, I just..." She tried her best to look innocent and hopeful.

"There's not much we can do without them having their powers," Sam said, and Dean exhaled. "Okay. Jesus, fine. One week, no more. If we stay longer than six friggin' days in that place, I will blow Cinderella's head off with a 44."

Lucifer laughed, and Gabe leaned back out of the conversation as the decision was made, putting in ear buds and getting out a magazine. It was no chip off his shoulder to spend a week with some 'old friends' at the happiest place on earth.

"Uh, do I have any say in this?" Crowley asked, and they all shouted 'No!' at the same time. "Damn," he muttered, and his scotch on the rocks came.

The plane hit a bump, and turbulence ensued, causing Dean to clench his jaw and shout, "Shit!" A frowning parent turned around with her child in front of them, and Sam stifled a laugh. "We're very sorry, ma'am. He's scared of flying."

"I am not," Dean assured. "Oh, he is," Sam nodded, and Dean stared out the window begrudgingly. Charlie smiled to herself. This might be a pretty fun birthday.

*Bump* *Rattle*

"DAMNIT!"

When the plane touched down, everyone got out. Crowley walked the other way, away from the group. "Oh no," Dean said, shaking his head, "We're all in this together." Crowley scoffed. "Can't I use the bathroom?!" "That's not what you were doing," Lucifer pointed out.

Crowley sighed, and tried one last time by looking at Sam. "Moose?" he asked, trying his best to look innocent to be let out of this birthday obligation.

"Sorry, Crowley. You're coming with us." The demon frowned, and reluctantly followed. "Alright, Charlie, you seem to know your way around this type of thing. Where are we staying?" Sam asked. "Oh no. I'm not staying in some loony bin Disney hotel," Dean said.

"The Pop Century resort," Charlie told Sam meekly, who programmed it into his GPS. Dean raised his eyebrows at her, and she bit her lip. "It's not... overly sickening or anything."

When they got there, Dean almost had a coronary. Crowley too, for that matter. "I can't do this," they said, and Sam patted Dean on the back. "Dude. You like Star Wars and Avengers, right?" "Yeah..." "They have that at the park."

"I could start the apocalypse again if you want," Lucifer offered, "If you need a good excuse to duck out of this one." "NO!" The devil chuckled, and Cas crossed his arms, wanting to get out of the car.

They got out, and surveyed the hotel grounds, inspecting the different themes. There was a 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s section.

"Oh, we are so staying in the 70s," Dean grinned, and Sam frowned. "Uh, yeah. Okay. But what about the 90s? That's when computers came out!"

"What about the sixties?" Crowley asked in admiration, "Lovely vibe." "I vote 70s," Gabriel said, "Music was the best." "Oh, but the 80s were so rad," Lucifer added, "Devil worship was really picking up then."

They scowled at him, and looked to Cas for his opinion. "I prefer a... more renaissance era." Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't order off the menu. It's either 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, or 90s, feathers." "Ah... then I would choose the 1950s."

"Charlie?" "Uh..." she thought for a second, "Star Wars came out in the 70s. That's kind of a deal sealer," she shrugged with a smile, and Dean smirked as they went in.

Sam and Dean went up to the counter. "Hi. One room, king sized bed?" she asked, and Dean looked down. "Uh, we're-" "They are adorable, aren't they?" Crowley interrupted, smiling. "Yes, it's their first anniversary." The lady smiled, and Dean elbowed Crowley so hard he gasped.

"Heh, yeah. We're brothers." She stared at them. "But not- we're not...like... okay, can we just get a 70s room for 7?" "So, a deluxe room with three master beds?" "Uh... let's get two deluxe rooms." She nodded. They got the keys, and went up to the fourth floor. Dean did a belly flop on one bed, and Sam tossed what little things he had with him on another.

"Okay, so we can fit 3 per room, with 4 in one." "Okay so, how about me, Sam, Charlie, and you can sleep in our room too, Cas," Dean said, but the angel shook his head. "I will stay in the other room, as if we let the King of Hell and his former successor sleep in the same room as a trickster angel, this place will be ash in the morning."

Sam laughed. "You got a point. Alright. Wh-" "Thanks for the sleepover invitation, boys!" Gabe grinned, looking a little like an elf. "We can gossip, and do blind makeovers-" "Shut up, Gabriel," Dean growled, and the archangel snickered, before plopping down on a bed and taking his magazine out again. Charlie took the bed by the window.

"I'll sleep on the floor," Sam said, and Dean put a hand on his shoulder. "No. You get a bed. After all you went through with the trials, you're sleepin' comfy this week." Sam looked at him, and finally agreed. Dean got out some blankets, and propped up on the couch.

They heard the argument going on next door. "Why does this treacherous being get the softer bed? What has he done to deserve that level of comfort?" Cas asked, and they could hear Crowley's voice. "I love you too, darling, but I am a King, and royalty deserves the best."

"The beds are all the same!" Lucifer argued. Dean went in, knocking. "Cas, I thought you were babysitter." Cas glared. "I refuse to mediate when Crowley is being unreasonable." Dean sighed, feeling like he was dealing with a bunch of fussy children.

Back in the other room, Charlie frowned as she noticed what Gabriel was reading. "Oh my gods," she said, "Are you a fan?" She flipped over the cover, and found he was reading a Lord of the Rings magazine.

"You could say that," Gabe smiled back. "Liv Tyler is super hot, so..." "I know, right?! She's my desktop wallpaper." Sam chuckled from the corner of the room, where he was sitting down.

Dean came back in, and Sam suddenly thought of something. "Uh... we're here for a week, and have no change of clothes." "So?" Dean asked, and Charlie wrinkled her nose.

The older brother rolled his eyes. "Fine, we'll...look out for some clothes in the park tomorrow."

They finally went to sleep a while later, and Charlie set her phone alarm for morning- their first day in the park.