What makes you think time is even moving back where we're all from? We're from different times, different timelines and really, we might not even all be from earth[So much fucking experience with time, with resets and alternate timelines. So much fucking around with time by Jane, her pocket watch and the Clock Barrens, and some days, Quentin has to spend too much time just remembering if this is actually real or not, because crap like this just happened all too often. They died, and sometimes they came back.

They battled ancient evils and won, but the piece was always, always too fucking steep. Always with so much worse results than what they could have possibly imagined. Here, though, he just tilts his head and looks at Crowley, one eyebrow raised questioningly.]