The Universe's Mixer

The crone sighed softly as she stretched; her body felt...normal. It wasn't that she had felt overly abnormal, off, but the feedback from her surroundings had felt different. They were not the ones she'd grown accustom to. Rather than shooting up and out of whatever bed she lay in, she curled up tighter and willed herself back to sleep. She'd worry about cleaning up later.

Later seemed to come quicker than she had expected. She felt the rumblings as the cabin in which she felt most at home lift and start walking. She didn't move from her curled up spot; it was just too damn comfortable, even with the blood and such on her clothes. The rocking was slight, but enough to send her back to dreaming about multiple Erics and Pams. It was enough to make an old woman giddy.

Finally, with the thud of a settling cabin, she stretched, pushing the covers from her body. She glanced down, making a face. She looked at the homespun sheets and rustic bedding, the bed just as "rustic." She looked around at the other minimal furnishings before glancing over the herbs, the bones, the kettles, the pots, the books. The bits and pieces that were her tools of a trade she had given up long ago, mostly.

"You should go back." She couldn't be angry at it, not at the moment. She felt oddly in need of the comfort of the familiar. She'd been scared, alone, angry, and it had been the first time that she had also been mad that someone hadn't come along to save her. "You should go back; I'm not her anymore. I haven't seen the face staring back at me in the mirror." She got out of bed.

"And if you tell anyone I said that, I'll kill you. I can, you know?" The cabin just gave a slight shake. It could have kicked her out. It had before, but it seemed content for the moment to be her safe haven. It was better than any old abomination, wasn't it? She still needed it. Plus, it wasn't like it'd want to go back to the Farm; it could roam free in the Park.

This was what the crone came back to. And, the "human" moment was just as confusing as everything else she'd been feeling recently.

Zee felt the swirl of energies around her and needlessly held her breath. It was just a stupid habit she couldn't help doing during a transport or teleportation. Where it was transporting her this time she couldn't be sure, but it had to be better than die Festung and that world. She had a moment of hoping whatever this was had nabbed John too, but that thought went out of her head when her vision cleared and she found herself standing in the living room of Shadowcrest. She was home! She was home!!

She let out with a happy squeal as she turned in place to take in the sight of her family home, so lost in the elation of being there that she didn't notice how still Shadowcrest had gone. If she were paying attention she would recognize the house's reaction as utter confusion and hesitancy. But she wasn't paying any attention to it as she darted up the stairs. She wanted out of these clothes and into clean ones. NOW! Oh sure she could magic up clean clothes, but it wasn't the same as the clothing she had bought specifically for herself.

Bursting into the bedroom she noticed that the bed was not empty. Zee pulled up short for a moment wondering who she'd need to blast out of her house, then caught sight of some rumbled blonde hair peeking out of the blankets, gracing one of her pillows. John! Whatever power brought her back brought him too! Yay!!

"sehtolC enog!" The incantation was almost breathless in anticipation of enjoying her homecoming with John in the time honored fashion, a flick of her wrist practically sweeping her clothes from her. With an eager, but gentle smile on her face she slid under the blankets with him. Her hand smoothed along his arm as she pressed a kiss to his neck. Hopefully he wasn't too hungover and it wouldn't take too much more to wake him up. "Hey, baby. We're home."

After the tremors, Dinah found herself in... a city? She looked around at the buildings, even recognizing some. Others, however, were completely out of place. Where was she?

It wasn't Gotham or Metropolis or any other city she knew about, even if she did see Fieri brothers on the corner.

Dinah did a double take as the aroma of home-made Italian food wafted toward her.

"I have to be dreaming," she told herself.

All the same, just in case she wasn't dreaming, she moved closer to the restaurant. Her mouth was watering at the idea of eating pasta again. Hell, at this point she would take any food that wasn't postapocalyptic food. If chocolate and wine were added to the mix, she might just have to conclude that she'd died and ended up in some sort of Heaven.

Two weeks of exploring the strange new world with Jesse and Peter, and Murphy suddenly found herself back within the walls of the old, familiar City. No real warning, or explanation. Just there one moment, and here the next. This time, she wasn't all that surprised, but it she had a feeling it was going to take at least a day or two to catch up with all the paperwork and whatever else she had missed. Her first order of business was to head down to the precinct to ensure that her unexcused and unexplained absence hadn't gotten her suspended...again.

Sam wasn't where he was supposed to be. Again.

Last time, he'd at least met Fred. This time, he was in the middle of a city and the streets were shifting and changing around him. It had to be the city, or City, capital C, that Dean had talked about.

He didn't know why he was currently in the City or where Dean was-either of them. Or even the other Sam. Or both of the Freds. All he knew was that this place was a bit unsettling, even if it did seem to be better kept-up than the postapocalyptic world.

Still, he didn't care if this place had better food or electricity or more comfy accommodations. None of that mattered if he couldn't find his brother (brothers) and his girlfriend.