~(A/N: Hello everyone! I apologize for the hiatus, I was in a college program for two weeks so I was busy but I'm back and here's part two of We Meet Again. Side note, how has your summer been?)~

"(Y/N)..."

You woke up with a jolt at the sound of your name. The clock beside you showed exactly 3:00 am in red. Sighing in frustration because you were now fully awake, you slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

Ever since meeting Crowley, you've just had these strange dreams about being with him--well the old him. None of it made any sense and they were so vivid, like they were memories of your own.

Nonetheless, this was the fourth time this week that you've woken up at exactly 3 am. You walked into the kitchen just in time to see Sam drinking a glass of water by the counter. "Can't sleep?" He asked.

"Something like that," you told him as you headed over to the fridge to pour yourself a glass as well. It was quiet for a moment, and you could feel Sam's stare as you filled your cup with water to the rim.

"Are you okay?" He asked with furrowed brows.

You set the pitcher down and sighed. "I don't know honestly."

"Is it about Crowley?"

You nodded before putting the pitcher back in the fridge. Sam knew about the whole Crowley incident and while you tried to get your mind off of it, he just kept bringing it up.

"You know, maybe we should ask Cas about this. Don't you think it's weird that Crowley's old girl friend apparently has the same name as you and even looks just like you?"

"Well yeah," you agreed, "But I'm not her. I mean...I can't be, right?"

"I'm not sure," Sam shrugged, "But there's got to be some connection between the two."

"But what would Cas know about this?" You asked him as you grabbed your cup. Your fingers laced around the cool glass, condensation seeping onto your finger tips.

"He is an angel. Maybe he knows about reincarnation or something," Sam suggested.

"You've got a point. But let's contact him in the morning. I'm gonna go try to get some sleep if that's even possible by now," you grabbed your cup and waved Sam goodbye as you walked out the kitchen.

~Time Skip~

"You came!" You raised a brow at the angel, who had suddenly appeared in the bunker. Instead of praying to get Castiel to come, you decided to text him on his new phone. And there he was, in just seconds.

"Of course I did," the angel tilted his head slightly in confusion. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Forget it," you waved off, closing the book you were just reading. "I need your help."

Castiel nodded, taking a seat across from you. "Is it about Crowley?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Dean told me," he answered.

"Ah," you nodded, "Then you know how confused I am at the moment."

"And your dreams...they have not made much sense either, have they?"

"No," you shook your head.

"May I try something?" Castiel appeared by your side, his hand hovering over your head.

"Sure," you shrugged, knowing you could trust him. Maybe his angel mojo could help you figure out what was going on. You closed your eyes as he placed his hand onto your forehead, and suddenly felt a wave of warm energy. It didn't feel like he was healing you from something, more like he was searching your thoughts and memories.

"That's strange," you heard Castiel mutter under his breath.

Your eyes shot open anxiously. "What?"

He laid his hand back at his side. "For some reason, I can't breech a certain region of your thoughts. It's like they're locked away some place where no one can find them. I can sense them, but I can't seem to find them."

"So what do you think's going on?"

"I'm not sure exactly. My best guess is that someone must have erased your memory. I just can't figure out why though."

"Isn't there some way you could find out who erased my memory so we can ask them?" You asked.

"Well...there is a psychic," the Angel suggested, yet he sounded doubtful.

~Time Skip~

"Castiel, my favorite angel," a woman with frizzy red hair and hazel eyes approached the blue-eyed angel with open arms.

"Hello Claudia," he responded in a monotone voice as he awkwardly patted her back.

"Charming as usual," Claudia mumbled sarcastically as she pulled away from the hug to get a good look of you. "You must be (Y/N)."

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the woman. "How do you know my-"

"Name? Sweetheart, I'm a psychic. It's what I do," she smiled confidently. "Now come, take a seat. We have a lot to discuss."

Taking a quick glance at Castiel, you noticed he seemed rather vague reluctant to be here. It made you begin to wonder if he didn't trust her either. Or maybe they just had a rough past.

Nevertheless, the purple velvet seat was calling your name and you obeyed. "So Castiel tells me you had your memories erased?" Claudia asked as she took your hand in hers. Her eyes were closed shut as she stroked the palm of your hand slowly, drawing different shapes and tracing lines with her finger.

"Yeah. But we're not sure who," you explained.

Suddenly, she froze, and her finger stopped in place. "There's a witch," she muttered in low rambles, "Ivanna."

"Ivanna? That's it?" You asked, hoping for more details.

Claudia opened her eyes and let go of your hand. "That's all I'm seeing. You're gonna have to go with what you've got."

You sighed, knowing that was probably the most information you were going to get from her. Now you could see why Castiel was so hesitant to come. "Well thanks anyways, Claudia. I guess we should be heading back."

"No problem hon," she smiled then blew a kiss to Castiel. "See ya soon, angel."

You furrowed your eyebrows at Castiel as he placed his hand on your shoulder. "Are you going to explain what that was?" You whispered, a smirk began to creep up as you spoke.

"No," was all he responded with before flashing the both of you back to the bunker.

~Time Skip~

After recapping the Winchester brothers on the whole situation, it was agreed that you would all try to do some research on this Ivanna witch and see if she was still alive. "I think I found something!" Sam called your attention, his eyes focused on his laptop. "Ivanna VanBuren. She mysteriously disappeared in 1764 after being accused of witchcraft."

"Think she's still kickin'?" Dean asked.

"Could be. But our best option to find her is to get in touch with a close relative," Sam explained, "Someone like Helena VanBuren. Her multiple greats-granddaughter."