Eva looked around the bunker, nodding to herself. It seemed a little odd at first to be staying in what felt like a bomb shelter, but decided that if it was good enough for the Winchesters, it was the best place for a hunter to live. She smiled at Castiel.

"So you're like…a legit angel."

"Yes. Why would I lie about that?" He looked confused at her and Eva laughed.

"Where were you when I was a kid?" She grinned.

"In heaven," he replied, tilting his head. Dean walked over and shook his head.

"Cas doesn't really get sarcasm," he smiled a little and handed her a beer.

"I can see that," she smiled the awkward angel until he shook his head and disappeared, then turned Dean, taking a sip of her beer, "so… nice place you've got here. How'd you manage to score it? I mean, it looks pretty lived in."

"It's kind of a long story," Dean rubbed his face with his free hand, remembering the awful things that had happened there since he and Sam began occupying it.

"Well…I'd be happy to sit and hear it sometime," she studied him for a minute, pursing her lips.

"What?"

"Nothing…you guys are just…you're legends," she shrugged and finished the beer, setting it down on the table the boys used for research. Sam looked up at her from the table.

"Legends."

"Absolutely! I mean, you hear stories about what amazing hunters you guys are…and then you get ambushed by a sloppy nest of vamps," she laughed, "sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself. Really though, you are legends. I didn't mean to laugh." Dean looked unimpressed. Sam shook his head and got up from the table, taking the empty bottles to the kitchen. Eva watched him walk away then slipped off her coat. She was a bit more toned than Dean expected, with multiple prominent scars on her arms and shoulders.

"…So how long have you been doing this? You don't look older than about 20," he said softly.

"I'm 28…I've been doing this since I was 17," she picked at the blood caked to her hair.

"Sounds familiar," he walked over to a cupboard across the room, "so, if Bobby didn't know about you, how'd you get into hunting?" Dean pulled a couple of towels from the cupboard and handed them to her, brushing her fingertips over his hand.

"My mother took his journal after their uh…close encounter…as a souvenir. She was…well…she went a little banana balls after he saved her, never told him she got pregnant," she set the towels on the table beside her. "Anyway, so I found the journal when I was ten and thought it was some kind of weird screenplay or outline for a novel or something and never really thought about it until I was 17."

"And that's when you decided it was real?" He raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.

"No," she hesitated a minute as Sam came back into the room quietly. "I had this boyfriend all through high school and I was staying at his house after prom." Sensing the story was difficult for her to tell, Dean poured her a shot of whiskey. She nodded a thank you and downed the alcohol quickly. "Anyway, so I was at his house and we were talking and there was this awful noise downstairs, so Jamie being Jamie grabbed his baseball bat and went downstairs to make sure his mom was okay."

"But she wasn't?" Sam asked, sitting down at the table. She turned and shook her head.

"She had been attacked by this freakshow about a week before that and when I didn't hear anything after Jamie went downstairs to check it out," Eva rubbed her eyes. " I went downstairs and her face was just…it was awful…and I looked over and Jamie was on the ground just ripped open and covered in blood. I couldn't even scream I was so freaked out, y'know?" The two men nodded. "That's when she turned on me and went ballistic and I remembered that stupid journal, and figured she had to be a werewolf just based on her uh…transformation…so I grabbed a silver letter opener and stabbed her in the heart with it and she just…slumped over and died," she looked at the floor. "So that's when I sort of threw everything to the wayside and wanted to get rid of anything that could ruin lives like she did."

"I'm so sorry," Sam said sympathetically, "if anyone understands losing the people closest to you, we're right there." Dean bit his lip.

"Shower's this way. I'd uh, say you earned it," he nodded. Eva picked up the towels and the backpack she brought inside and followed Dean to the bathroom.

"Thanks for listening and not y'know…killing me," she grinned a little. Dean couldn't help but smile a little as she went inside and shut the door.

Dean went back out to the common area where Sam was still seated, staring at his hands.

"She seems pretty well adjusted considering," Sam looked up.

"I can't believe Bobby had a kid and didn't know about it," Dean poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip.

"Bobby did have a life outside of babysitting us, Dean."

"Yeah I know, I guess I just feel bad we weren't there for his only kid."

"He didn't know, Dean, you can't be there for someone you don't know about."

"You think she'll want to stay?" Dean sat down and Sam eyed him, knowing exactly what was going through his older brother's head.

"Maybe. Could always ask her," Sam shrugged.

"Well…I mean, if she's practically family anyway, we probably should try to stick together."

"Mhmm," Sam smiled and shook his head, "I'm going to bed, can you behave yourself long enough to get her settled?"

"Behave myself? I'm a grown man, Sam."

"Uh huh. Goodnight, Dean."

"Night," he replied, taking another sip of his whiskey.

Eva came strolling out of the bathroom in a tank top and a pair of boycut underwear, running a comb through her wet hair. Dean looked up and nodded a hello. She smiled and sat down.

"The water pressure in there is amazing, I don't think my hair has been that clean in years."

"I said the same thing when we moved in here," he grinned, "the beds aren't half bad either."

"Ohhh a bed that doesn't have any creepy stains, I am so in," she smiled.

"C'mon, I'll get you set up. Got a lot to talk about tomorrow," he said, picking up her backpack and heading down the hallway. He opened the door to an empty room and flicked the light on, then sat her bag down inside the door. "So…bedroom, bathroom…you know where the kitchen is…have a good night."

"Thanks Dean…I appreciate all of this."

"Anytime," he smiled a little and left the room, then turned on his heel, "would you want to…I mean there's no pressure or anything."

"Hunt with you guys?"

"Yeah."

"I'd love to, Dean," she smiled.

"Ok. Well. Cool. I will see you in the morning then," he left the room and Eva grinned. Hunting with the Winchesters. This was practically a dream come true.