Authors Note: This is where the story will kind of deviate and be "cute fluff" for a small while. I don't want any perverted or dumb comments. She has no memories, guys, I tried to make it as simple as possible.

"I'm not a babysitter Dean, and neither are you!" Just Sam shouted in the other room.

I sat quietly on Dean's bed. All week, Just Sam had been very agitated about my presence, especially as we made the move from one hotel to the next.

I glanced at Just Sam's bed. It was neat and tucked. Dean's was a disaster. I stood and took hold of Dean's sheet. I made it match the one on Just Sam's. I then fixed the blankets until it looked nice and orderly. I picked up one of Dean's pillows.

Underneath was something shiny and silver. I reached out for it and grabbed it by the silver part, as opposed to the black.

I fingered the very tip of it. A spot of red appeared. Confused, I slid my hand along the edge.

A burning sensation encased my palm, and I dropped it. More red appeared, dripping from my hand.

"Ray! Come here!" Dean called from the other room.

I swiftly tucked my hand in my back pocket and headed into the kitchen.

Just Sam passed by me in the doorway.

Dean looked at me. "Why are you so pale?"

I shrugged.

"What's behind your back?"

I just stared at him.

"Dean." Sam came back in, holding the silver object, which had red along it.

Dean sighed. "Shit. Sam, get the stuff."

Just Sam exited, leaving the object on the table.

Dean lifted it. "This is a knife. It's sharp, so it cuts you if you aren't careful."

"It is under your pillow." My voice was weak, I was afraid to be yelled at.

"Yes, it's for killing the bad things. We talked about those, remember? Well, I get worried that they will come while I'm sleeping. So, I have this under my pillow to protect me and Sammy."

"Just Sam…" I added.

Dean laughed. "Please show me where you got cut."

I slowly took out my hand.

Dean winced, something he had never done.

"Is it bad?"

"Nah, I've seen worse. Come here." He turned on the water and pulled my hand under it. "Tomorrow I'm going to show you all the dangerous stuff, so you'll know how to not get hurt by it."

I nodded.

Just Sam returned, handing Dean a bottle and a "needle" and "stitching".

Dean poured something scalding on my hand, and then began to stitch the wound in my hands. He then wrapped white dressings around my hand and instructed me to change into new pants.

I changed into a pair of Just Sam's pants, which were fun because they were loose and baggy around my ankles. After I returned to the kitchen, I sat down with Dean to eat leftover hamburgers while Just Sam went to get "real food".

"Listen, Ray, we're gonna need some rules."

I nodded. "Listening, Dean."

Dean smiled, swallowing. "For now, only one rule. If anything goes wrong- Anything- you tell me right away."

"Okay, Dean." I thought for a moment. "What about Just Sam?"

Dean chuckled. "Don't worry about telling Soulless Sammy."

"Okay."

"Repeat it back to me, Ray."

"Rule One: Always tell Dean when something goes wrong!"