"God my head hurts." I murmur as I pour my coffee. Fifteen years old and an coffee addict, I'm awesome. "I take of whiff of the coffee goodness and take my first sip. "Stunts growth, I'm stuck at five foot, I can drink as much as I want." I remark to myself. No one else in the house to talk to, might as well go crazy talking to the person in the mirror. A knock on the door snaps me out of my zone, thus putting me in a sulky mood.

I answer the door and see three men standing there. All were tall, but one was like six-five and was like college joe cute with slightly long hair, the second was shorter but was hot, both of them were in suits. The third looked kinda like a drunk in an washed-out white over coat and a five o'clock shadow that needed to be shaved. The two in the suit held up I.D's, "F.B.I., we, were wondering if either of your parents are home." The tall one said he seemed to be the more gentle one, younger brother?

I laugh at the mention of my parents, "If having the FBI knock on their doors makes them come running from their fifth honeymoon in Hawaii, I think I might die of a heart attack!" Then looking between the three of them they didn't look like the laughing type. Sadly, the two in the suit looked at me with a mixture of pity and anger, while trench coat dude just has confusion. I nervously chuckle and try to relieve tension, "Uhm, why don't you guys come in and have some coffee, maybe I can help." I step back and motion them in.

"Nice place." The shorter suit says. "Thanks, my mom's proud of it whenever she gets home to look at it." I nod and get the drinks. "So," I start with my first sip of the nummy-ness, "what did you all come here for?" The scruffy one spoke first.

"We are here to see if either of your parents had to deal in the black arts to summon a demon." Apparently the scruff went into his throat has she sounded almost like he was drunk. Wait...what did he just say?!

"Uhm, do you mind saying that one more time please, I'm afraid I didn't hear you correctly?" I ask while trying to settle my racing mind. Demon, freakin' demon?! This can't be real can it?

Shorty shoots a glare towards Overcoat and tries to re phrase the question. "What my associate means by demons is drugs, he's very religious and straight-edge, so he considers drugs, alcohol and so forth demons." The explanation sounded legit, but the face was complete bull.

"Have you noticed anything odd with your parents lately? Change in behavior, mood swings, violent tendencies?" Gigantor asks, so he's nicer cop, Shorty is nice cop, and Overcoat is clueless religious cop. Good to know.

"Well if by lately you mean three months ago, and any to all of those descriptions nope. No change in behavior and mood swings and violent tendencies have been their thing for as long as I can remember when they were here." I sip my coffee some more. This is gonna be an interesting day.

"Wait you've been living in this house, by yourself, for three months?" Shorty disbelievingly asks.

"Yeah pretty much Detective Shorty." I try to sound chipper, but that's always been a touchy subject for me.

"Detective Shorty?" Shorty asks, while Gigantor is covering his laugh.

"Yes, since you three didn't tell me your names I named you myself, and Detective Gigantor, what are you laughing at? I have an aunt Sasquatch if your looking for a girl." With this me and Shorty start dying of laughter. While Gigantor is blushing, wow I don't think I've ever seen a full grown man blush.

"Awwww you're blushing!" Causing him to blush even more, "Don't worry about it," I stand up and pat him on the shoulder, "really, seriously, you three are the most human contact that I've had in months besides school. I'm trying to be funny/friendly but I guess I'm just coming across mean right?"

"Uh, yeah, kind of." Gigantor says. But Shorty just swats at him to get over his mood. "It's fine, he's just a girl. And I'm Detective Smith, Detective 'Gigantor' is Detective Miles, and this is Detective Owens." They all flash me badges, well, Smith and Miles do, Owens has his upside-down and looking at the others like they're crazy.

"Sweet, hey do you think I can get a closer look at your's? It's alright if I can't I'm just curious to see what detective licenses or whatever look like." Well, now is the moment of truth.

"Uh...sure, yeah knock yourself out." Detective Smith stutters but tries to recover with another uneasy smile as he hands me his badge. I gratefully take and examine the puppy, "Yup, fake, just what I thought. Detective, which I know that none of you are so I'm just being nice right now, please don't insult my intelligence with fake I.D's. I have enough friends and watch enough TV to know the difference." I chuckle and smile as his face frowns and pales.

"So," I start, "if you guys aren't Detectives, then who the hell are you? And please, for your own sanity, don't give me another fake alias, or there will be hell to pay." I finish with taking a lady-like sip from my coffee. I eye Overcoat and knew he was the one to mainly asks, he sucks at lying worse than a five year old.

The two are nervously glancing at each other and at once knew they were brothers. Only really close friends or brothers did that. It was for comfort and sort of a push of who was gonna talk first. After ten minutes of not talking I was tired of it.

"Overcoat, what's your name?" This of course, startles everyone because of the sudden sound.

"I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord." He says calmly. Okay, cool at least I got a real-HOLD THE HELL ON!

"Angel? Like with wings, halos, and all that shtick?!" I exclaim.

"Wait, you believe him?!" Gigantor asks shocked.

"Well, no duh! No one's crazy enough to claim they're an Angel! I mean seriously, would you be stupid enough, even by superstition." Of course once I say that all I'm hearing in my head is 'Very superstitious, writing on the wall.' Which isn't the most helpful thing.

"Wow." Shorty breathes out. Like he was relieved I believed it, or didn't know why I did.

"Wow what? And I didn't get your names either, so cough 'em up." I tell them.

They both look at the other and sigh. "My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." Gigantor/Sam says reluctantly.

"Well thank you Sammy-"

"Sam" He mutters under his breath.

"My house, I can call you Samantha if I wanted so hush." I point out with a quick nod of my head. "Now, next order of business, why are you three here?"

Another sigh from Shorty/Dean. "We're Hunters. We hunt demons, ghost, well most things supernatural. And we believe that your parents have summoned a demon." He explains, but the look on his face says that he's just waiting for like a giant explosion.

"Okay...well there's only one problem with that. My mom's not stupid enough to do that, she knows better. Unless something happened to my mom, which in that case, it's my dad. What sort of demon are we talking here?" I calmly explain and ask. My minds racing a hundred miles a minute, but I half to keep a straight face until they leave or something. They aren't joking, if they are, I don't give two sugar honey ice teas who or what they hell they are, they will pay.

Again, they looked shocked. Sam/Gigantor recovers first. "What do you mean your mom would know better?"