Sam made some strong coffee for him and his brother, knowing that if they were going to be basically raising Bailey from the very beginning of normal human experiences. He stared at the wall thoughtfully, as he wondered if they needed to teach her to crawl first, then teach her to walk and run.

"Bailey, do you know how to crawl?" he asked, looking back at her and Dean, who were still in a heap on the floor.

"That's when you are on the floor on your hands and knees, yes?" Bailey asked thoughtfully, frowning faintly in concentration.

"And you move forward or backward." Cas explained, as he walked to the window and looked out it, as if seeing something from very far away.

"Oh, that's crawling. Yes, I can do that. I am a car after all." Bailey pointed out, clambering off Dean, and accidentally kneed him in the groin.

"Oh God!" Dean groaned, curling into himself, as he cradled his lower region in agony.

"Oh no! Are you okay?! Can I help?" Bailey gasped, getting distracted from her original plans to show off her crawling skills, by Dean's exclamation of pain.

Dean gasped, putting his free hand up to stop her from trying to touch him. "I'm fine; just try to watch out for my crotch... yeah? I would like to still enjoy sex, and being kneed, hit, or punched there would make that really hard." he explained, working on calming his breathing, and not allowing his voice to become high-pitched.

Bailey's eyes widened in surprise, looking at his crotch briefly then his face. "Oops. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you Dean." she said sorrowfully.

"Its okay, Bailey, accidents happen." Dean pointed out, removing his hand from his crotch as the pain eased. "How's that coffee coming, Sammy?" he asked, shooting a glance at his tall, little brother.

"He doesn't like being called Sammy, Dean, only Sam." Bailey snapped, putting her hands on her hips in annoyance.

Sam chuckled softly, grabbing a couple glasses for their coffee, and made one with sugar and milk in it for Bailey. "It's okay, Bab... Bailey, Dean has always called me Sammy." he said, shooting a glare at Dean, who beamed at his little brother.

He brought the cups of coffee to Dean, offered one to Cas, and handed one to Bailey. "This is very hot, so small sips." he explained to her, not wanting them to have an emergency room trip already.

Cas accepted the coffee warily. "Regular?" he asked, seeming extremely distracted.

Sam nodded, before sitting down on the ground beside Dean and Bailey, even if the motel carpet looked grimy. "I made it stronger than normal." he added for Dean's sake.

"Thank you, Sam." Dean said, relieved as he took a big sip, and a happy smile spread over his face.

Bailey looked at the liquid in her glass, sniffing the air above it thoughtfully. "Is it supposed to smell like burnt tires?" she asked, wrinkling her nose in a grossed out expression.

Dean started laughing softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, coffee is known for being bitter. But I think Sam added sugar and milk to yours." he said, earning an affirmative nod from Sam.

Bailey continued to look at the drink quizzically, before paling slightly. "Why is it hurting my fingers?" she asked, looking a bit panicked.

Dean took the drink from her quickly, putting it on the ground beside him, where it wouldn't be easily knocked over. "It's hot, like when you overheat. Only it is overheating in your fingers, not engine." he explained, watching as recognition crossed the young woman's face.

Bailey shook her head, before getting onto her hands and knees, and crawled over to Cas, who was still by the window. "Are you okay, Cas?" she asked, watching his far off look deepen.

"There has been a lot demon activity in this area, I am concerned for your safety and the Winchesters. If they are trying to protect you, they may not be able to watch their own backs should the need arise." Cas explained, searching the depths of the areas around them.

Bailey frowned thoughtfully, knowing she didn't want the boys getting hurt on her account, but she also didn't want to leave them. A small smile crossed her face, as she looked back at Sam and Dean.

"Then teach me... how to hunt and fight like you do... That way I can protect myself, and both of you." she said firmly, a look of fierce determination appearing in her eyes.

Cas sighed, vanishing in a flutter of wings. He had work to do, especially if they were going to be distracted by Bailey. He knew where some of the major demon players were, so he decided to dispatch them, hoping to take out as much of the competition as possible.

"First things first, Sammy, the wards. Bailey, come try your coffee; it should be cool enough to drink now." Dean said, snapping into action, as he stood up and handed Bailey her coffee.

Bailey wrinkled her nose, but nodded and took a sip. It wasn't terrible, quite strong but sweet, and not too incredibly hot. She took a big gulp of it, before spitting it out and across the room.

Dean jumped in surprise, looking at Bailey in concern. "You good?" he asked, looking at the new stain she had just added to the grimy carpet.

Bailey shook her head, looking disgusted. "I do NOT like coffee!" she yelled, glaring at her glass angrily.

Sam looked up from the spray cans he had collected, before bursting out in laughter, louder than Dean had heard in years.

Dean stood looking at Bailey, then Sam, then Bailey again in complete bewilderment. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had walked into an alternate universe, of crazy weirdness. He decided to test that theory, reaching for his box of cigarettes and lighter.

Bailey smiled at Sam, loving listening to him laugh, as he did not do it nearly often enough in her mind. "I didn't mean to spit it out, but it made my head and stomach feel weird." she admitted, looking a little sick to her stomach.

"That's okay, Bailey, not everyone likes coffee. We can find you a fun drink sometime, that won't make you sick." Sam said kindly, wiping a tear that fell from his eyes at laughing so hard.

"Thanks, Sam." Bailey said, grateful that Sam wasn't mad at her for not liking the coffee he had made her.

Sam smiled, before grabbing a spray can, and starting to spray the wards as Dean had requested of him.

Bailey watched Sam curiously, wondering what each image was for, and why he was putting them on the walls to begin with. She looked to Dean to ask him, when she saw what was in his hands and instantly got annoyed with him.

"I said no smoking!" she snapped, throwing her glass of coffee at Dean, hitting him square in the face. The lukewarm liquid coated Dean's face and shirt, narrowly missing hitting the actual box of cigarettes or lighter.

"Hey!" Dean yelped, secretly relieved that the drink wasn't hot anymore. "No throwing drinks at people." he said firmly, pulling his soaked shirt away from his skin.

"Then no smoking!" Bailey snapped back angrily, glaring at him, with an almost deadly look.

Sam watched this exchange, trying not to laugh at how much Dean and Bailey were already getting on each other's nerves. "Get along, children." he muttered, laughing at the deadly glare from Dean.

"No joining if you have nothing good to say." Dean snapped at Sam, stomping to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

Bailey watched quietly, giggling softly, as she looked at the glass on the floor from her coffee. "Oops." she said softly, blushing deep red.

Sam laughed even harder, shaking his head in bewilderment. He pulled out his phone, and typed up a quick text, which he immediately sent to Dean.

You okay there? he sent to Dean.

Sure, stupid coffee is in my jeans man! Dean text back.

Sam started laughing at the text, shaking his head even harder.

At least, it wasn't too hot. He sent back, trying really hard to calm down, especially since Bailey was looking at him, completely bewildered.

It's still coffee... Dean sent back, knowing Sam would get the sass.

Come back out here, and explain this to her. Sam sent back, before returning to his wards.

Dean walked back out to the living room, collecting the empty glass and Cas' forgotten glass. "If that drink had been hot, it would have seriously hurt me." he explained.

Bailey looked at Dean for a moment, before nodding. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." she said softly, before crawling over to the couch, and using its armrest to force herself to her feet. She wobbled looking like she was about to fall, but got her balance back, and stood there for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, looking at her in concern, as he moved towards her as she wobbled.

"Learning to walk," Bailey snapped, putting one foot on the ground in front of her, then another. Her legs buckled, causing her to fall right into Dean's arms. "Stop saving me! I need to be able to save you." she grumbled, as Dean helped her to her feet again.

"Not today you don't. We have time to learn to hunt, Bailey." Dean said honestly, pulling her into a hug which she returned.

"Really?" Bailey asked, sounding exhausted from trying so many new things in such a short time.

"Really, come on. Need a nap?" Dean asked with a chuckle, as she dozed off against his shoulder, while still standing.

Bailey nodded, as Dean scooped her up and laid her down on Sam's bed again.

Dean covered her up, smiling down at her sound asleep form, before heading back to help help Sam finish warding.

"Busy day of learning, day 1." Sam said with a soft laugh.

Dean nodded, shaking his head afterward. "Let's hope its less messy after today." he admitted softly.