I followed them out to their strange looking carriage. It was an odd contraption. It didn't even have horses to pull it.

"Where are your horses?" I asked them.

Doctor Ross gave me a confused look. "What horses?"

"Horses to pull your carriage, of course."

He paused momentarily before answering. "See, the way 'carriages' work here, they move without horses."

I was fascinated by this concept. "Really?"

"Yeah. Trust me, a lot of things are gonna be different here."

I was quite fond of these doctors; if they were even doctors at all. "You boys are not truly doctors, are you?"

"Definitely not," he replied before entering the left side of the carriage, Doctor Ryan entering the right.

I entered the back, finding that the inside was much more confusing than the outside. I had never seen such a carriage before in my life.

"How does this carriage work then? Through magics perhaps?"

"Nope. There's an engine." Ross replied.

An... engine? "What is this 'engine' of which you speak?"

"It's what makes the car go. Car, not 'carriage'."

"Car, engine, your words fascinate me, Doctor Ross."

"It's Dean."

I was confused yet again. "Beg pardon?"

"My name is Dean, this is my brother, Sam. We're the Winchesters. We have experience with this sort of thing. I mean, we've never met an enchantress before, but still." He used a key to make what I assumed was the "engine" tremor. We began to move, without anything pulling or pushing us.

"Tell me, Sir Winchester, is there magic in this land?" I asked in hopes of finding a way to once again obtain my power.

"Yeah, there's magic. Which is not always a good thing."

"I see. So, do you think there is a way to get me my own magic back?"

He paused briefly before answering. "It's hard to tell. First, we should figure out why you're here in the first place."

"Yes, of course. Have you any ideas?"

"We actually found something yesterday," Sam began to speak. "That spell you said you did, peregrinatione? Turns out, in the play that you... appeared in, it was a different spell."

I was intrigued. "Really?"

"Yeah. The line was rex daemonum. Which is roughly translated to-"

"King of demons." I finished for him.

"Yeah. Which can only point to disaster. Whatever brought you here must've been pretty bad."

"Ha! That is quite the understatement, Sir Winchester."

"You can just call me Sam."

"Ah. Alright then, Sam."

We continued moving along in this "car" until we arrived at a strange building. I'd never seen such a place before, but, then again, there were many new places here I'd never seen.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is the bunker. It's pretty much Winchester Headquarters. If there's anyplace that we can figure out what's going on, it's here."

We parked in a room where many other carriages sat and disembarked the car. "Are these more 'cars'?"

"Yep," Dean answered. "We don't really have carriages in the twenty-first century."

Did he say the twenty-first? "The twenty-first century?"

"That's right. The year 2015. What century was it for you?"

"The seventeenth. We were on the cusp of the eighteenth. August of 1699. What month is it here?"

"Mid to late June. So pretty close to August, I guess."

As we approached a door to another room, I marveled at the date. June of 2015. It was very close to my father's prophecy. Unsettlingly close, in fact.

When we walked through the door, I was amazed by what I saw within. This room was nearly the size of King Richard's ballroom. It was filled with more books than I could possibly count. I always admired books, though it has been some time since I have actually read one.

I smiled fondly. "This is such a wonderful place! I love to read! Look at all these books!" I approached a shelf filled with them. They were mostly mythological books about demons and things.

"They're mostly for studying about demons, but I'm sure there are some normal books somewhere," Sam spoke from behind me.

I took one of the books from its place on the shelf. I wasn't sure why; I just did. And when I saw the woman on the cover, my heart sank a little. It had to have been a coincidence, though I didn't believe in such things, but I knew her.

Sam seemed to notice my sadness. "What's wrong?" He asked me.

I looked at them, then back to the cover. "I know her. The woman on this cover. I... I knew her a long time ago."

"Who is she?"

I released a shaky breath, trying not to cry. "She is my mother."

This seemed to surprise them. "How's that even possible?" Dean asked.

"I am not sure, but I would recognize her anywhere. This is most definitely my mother." I traced my fingers over the cover, feeling my throat tighten.

"What happened to her?" Sam asked.

I looked to him with watery eyes. "How did you...?" I let the question remain unfinished, finding that it needn't be finished.

"I know that look anywhere. You lost her, didn't you?"

I sighed, my breath quivering. I nodded my head. "When I was a child. And my sister was a mere infant. She... she became quite ill. My father did everything he could, but there wasn't a spell to heal her. To this day, we've no idea as to why. And when she... when she passed, my father near went mad. He tried to bring her back, but nothing worked. And then... my sister, she began practicing dark magics. My father blamed himself. He thought he was never there. He thought that maybe if he'd spent more time with her, she wouldn't have been corrupted by the dark arts." I recalled the hell that I went through in my younger years. It was a troubled time for us all.

"We're sorry," Sam apologized. "What was her name? Your sister?"

I sighed softly at the thought of her name. "Zora."

While the boys conducted research in hopes of finding out why I was here, I busied myself by leafing through the book with the image of my mother. I assumed that seeing how she was on the cover, surely she was in the book as well.

I kept reading until I reached the end, and then I would begin again. I had to know why it was her image on the cover. If she wasn't in this book, I knew I'd go mad.

So there I sat, expressionless as I read through this book that spoke of magics. I found much irony in the fact that her face was on the cover of this book since she was the only one in my family without any magics. I must've been sat there for ages, as Sam and Dean became concerned.

"Uh, Gwendolyn?" Sam began softly. "You've been reading that book for a few hours now."

"It's my mother," I replied flatly. "I'll do what I must."

"Maybe it's not really your mom. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

I simply scoffed at the suggestion. "I believe not in such rubbish."

"I bet you also didn't believe in a carriage that could move on its own."

I finally looked over at him, as he sat beside me. "That is different."

"How is that different? Gwen-"

"It's Gwendolyn." I corrected him.

He sighed. "Right, Gwendolyn. Listen, I'm sorry about your mom. I know how you feel. My mom died too, a long time ago."

I couldn't help but sympathize with him. "Oh. How did she pass?"

"It was a house fire. Caused by a demon."

I was shocked by such a thought. "A demon?"

"Yeah. We killed him, though."

"Oh. So she was avenged."

"Yeah, she was. Dean shot him with a gun that can kill demons." He explained.

"A gun. I am not familiar with guns, though I have heard of them."

"We can teach you how to use one. That's probably gonna come in handy since there'll probably be a lot of things coming after you. I mean, how often do you meet enchantresses from Melanesia?"

"It is pronounced Malonesia. And, yes, I should know how to use firearms in case of emergency. Though keep in mind I do know how to defend myself without a manmade weapon."

He grinned slightly. "Duly noted."

I looked down at the book and sighed. I closed it so I could look at the cover for the dozenth time. "Look at her, Sam. Does she look like someone who deserved to die?"

"No. She doesn't."

I felt water in my eyes, and I knew I was close to tears. "You were able to avenge your mother's death, while I cannot. She died of natural causes, there's no vengeance for that."

"I know. I'm sorry."

I didn't want to cry. I never cried. "I didn't cry for her. My father says that crying is a sin. That it is for mortals. One of which, I suppose I am now." My voice suddenly cracked near the end, my vision becoming blurry as I tried to see past my tears.

I realized then how scared I was. This strange new world was so filled with pain. Reminders of my past. I wanted not to be reminded of such painful memories. I wanted to go home.

A single teardrop fell from my eye, landing on the book cover. I'd never cried before in my life. It was a sin, of that I was certain. Yet here I was, tears falling down my face.

Sam put a hand on my shoulder, causing me to instinctively look over at him. "It'll be okay. I promise."

I did not believe him, though I was sure he thought he was being honest. I did something that I had not done in the longest time; I hugged him, merely because I needed to.

I sobbed into his shoulder, feeling his arms wrapped around me. I had never been so afraid in my life. I knew no one here, and I knew nothing of this modern civilization. It all felt hopeless. But then, I realized, I did know someone. These Winchester boys. They took a genuine interest in me when I arrived here while no one else seemed to give a damn who I was or where I came from. These boys seemed to care for me, even without really knowing me. For that, I was eternally grateful.

Though, of course, I knew nothing of the road ahead.