"I know, Gnat Nat, I know. "Megan siged heavily. She was pretty sure this would qualify as worst aunt ever, but all she could think of was how much she wanted to be home. She wanted her mom to smooth her hair and tell her it would be ok the way she used to when she was a little kid waking from a bad dream. She wanted her dad to come get her, to protect her. She wanted Cas to come lay some angel voodoo on the guys chasing them, even if he was chasing them because she tried to jack his car.
She wanted her dorky older brothers to come, because as much as they annoyed her at times, they were always there to save her ass and make her feel loved. She wanted to be hoooome, but she was too old to let Natalie know how much, and she was in charge.
With a sinking feeling she started looking around. She had the feeling she was missing something. There were a ton of old cars around, outdated even if most of them were well taken care of. The people were all dressed in old clothes, though none of them were dressed as weird as Dean and Ben dressed. She kicked a newspaper as it blew by, grossed out at people littering, but then she saw the headlines. And the date.