Fatima gave the cat a little scritch behind the ears. It had been a very, very long time since she'd seen a cat. She forgot how comforting that velvety, soft fur could be.

"You're here with your brother?" she said to the boy. "Were you both drawn from the same time? Or different points in history?"

She'd had more than enough experience with both sort of possibilities. The Winchesters had been a real headache.

...she missed Sam so much.