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Dean watched this Juno as she settled into Bobby's lumpy couch, wearing a pair of his pajama pants and a spare rock t-shirt. Under any other circumstances, a hot women in his clothes would have been a turn on, but watching the smartass redhead in his clothes only caused him worry. Sure, she was hot. Long red hair, a heart shaped face and a shorty, curvy body. But between the fact that she had kicked him yesterday and the fact that some creature claiming he had brought the girl back from the dead with him, he wasn't exactly trying to get in her pants. The sight of her caused him nothing but worry.

She had refused the bed when Bobby had glared at him and Sam for not offering it to the lady, seeming indignant of being told to take it for that fact alone. She had grabbed the blanket out of his hands, marching to the couch and throwing the blanket over it and muttering something about 'sexism'. Bobby had watched her with an amused expression, shaking his head before heading up the stairs and getting ready for bed in his own room. She had refused the bed a second time when Sam offered once more.

"When can I go back to my sister?"

Dean looked up at her, slightly caught off guard by how nervous she suddenly looked. "I... I don't know." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. "It's kinda... complicated with the whole... dead thing."

"Your brother took it pretty well." She remarked, her blue eyes flickering toward the doorway Sam had left in.

"That's a bit different."

She gave him a dangerous glare, folding her arms across her chest. "So what? I'm supposed to just go on, letting my sister believe I'm dead when I'm right here?" She snapped, shaking her head. "You have no idea what..." She stopped herself, taking a deep breath before looking back at him. "Look, I'm all she has. I have to let her know."

"Look, we'll... talk about it more tomorrow, okay?" He muttered, throwing down the pillow a couple feet from the couch and settling himself on the floor. She seemed to accept this answer, reluctantly, but she did. She grabbed her own blanket, laying back down on the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

"Maybe I'll just wake back up in my dorm room tomorrow." He heard her mumble. He glanced at her, watching her stare up at the ceiling, the moonlight illuminating her pale face and giving her unearthly glow. "And I can chalk this whole thing up to eating bad pizza before bed and too much studying for my finals."

He gave a snort, shifting a bit to get comfortable on the hard floor. "Yeah, maybe." Dean said, knowing full well that was wishful thinking. He tried to block out the memories of Hell that threatened to surface, fighting against the screams echoing in his mind.

"Maybe."

"Salt is here." Bobby opened the cabinet, revealing a whole shelf worth of salt in all sort of assortments of cans and jars. "Will protect you from ghosts and demons."

Juno nodded, trying to keep her face straight. Despite the fact that she had met a freaking angel just a day ago, she couldn't say this whole thing sounded completely ridiculous. Of course, she had also been dead for 6 months before yesterday, so who was she to talk?

"Demons are scared of salt?" She asked, staring at the jars. Bobby nodded, closing the cabinets.

"The purity." Bobby explained. "Put the salt in front of the door ways, on window sills and then in a circle. Stay in the circle."

"Stay in the circle." She repeated and Bobby nodded, giving her a smile.

"More salt in here." He said, tapping under the sink before moving toward a cabinet. He opened another, revealing several assortment of things but he was showing her the group of weapons on the inside. "Pure iron, also works on ghosts." He pointed to a crow bar. "A knife made of steel." He tapped the gleaming, sharp knife. "Shot gun with salt rounds." He lifted it.

"Is that blood?" She squeaked, staring with wide eyes at the large jar she had caught sight of inside.

"Lambs blood." He explained as though this was a very average answer. "Good for a lot of spells, rituals." He explained, shutting the cabinet. He headed toward the rug in the living room under his massive desk. He lifted it, revealing a half circle with odd symbols etched into it in bright paint. "Devils circle. Traps a demon inside. Can't get out unless it's broken."

She nodded, staring at the circle before he set the rug back down. He looked around, clicking his tongue as he tried to think of anything else he needed to show her. "I think that's it."

"Well, best arsenal I've ever seen." She commented, making the old man smile again. "Can I... use the laptop?"

He nodded, heading out into the yard to do whatever it was the older hunter did. Dean and Sam were making some sort of run to the store, grabbing food. The house may have a shit ton of salt and lambs blood but it had a very little amount of food. And Dean seemed to need a healthy amount of pie. She grabbed the laptop, opening it and quickly pulling up a internet tab. She bit her lip, second guessing herself.

She typed in her own name, followed by Washington, D.C. and waited for the results. The first few things that came up confirmed her worst fears. She wasn't sure why she was still, after all the weird crap over the last few days, hoping nothing about her murder would come up. But there they were. Local College Student Murdered. Juno Monroe, College Student, Thrown from Building. F.B.I. Agent's Sister Murdered. She clicked on the first, scanning the news. It held the basics. A picture of her and her sister was the first thing, both of them smiling. It was a picture from the beach house, the trip they took before she went back to college this year. Violet had taken a couple days off, left all her work behind and spent three whole days doing nothing but reading, tanning and swimming with her. It had been one of the best times they had, had together in the last couple of years. The story went over her background... top in her class in high school, pre-med student in college, on her way to becoming a doctor. They talked about how tragic it was, how sad. Then they talked about the killer, some local man. How surprising it had been. He was a father of two, active member in his church with no prior record.

She snorted, remembering the way he had threatened her, stuck that knife under her throat and pressed it into her skin.

"I can't wait to spill your blood. But we have to wait for your sister, sweetie. Then the party starts."

She shivered, trying to push those thoughts away. She just stared at the page, feeling like crying. She really had died. This wasn't a terrible dream. She had been dead for six whole months.

Her sister had been alone for six whole months.

Dean and Sam walked through the door, arguing over something or other. She heard the word angels and knew quickly what was going on. Ever since her and Dean had returned from their little angel meeting Dean and Sam had been arguing about what had happened. She exited the page, shutting the laptop as the two of them caught sight of her. Dean narrowed his eyes, looking between her and the laptop. "What the hell are you doing?"

She bristled, completely over his untrusting attitude. They had been brought back from the dead together. If anything they should be on the same side. But Dean insisted on being a complete ass. "Looking up porn." She snapped, drawing a snort from Sam. He was weary of her, but at least had the decency to be nice to her.

"Look-"

"I was looking up news stories on my death, okay?" She stood, glaring at him. "Is that okay with you, warden?"

Dean had the decency to look a bit more understanding, but he still watched her carefully. "Fine. Just making sure you weren't doing something stupid like get on Myspace or something."

She gave him a dark look, rolling her eyes. "You know I didn't get a full ride academic scholarship by being a dumbass, right?" She grabbed the salad they had gotten for her from his hands, walking around him and heading toward the back door.

If she really was supposed to do God's work, couldn't they have paired her with someone just a bit less... horrible?

Juno flipped through the ancient, beautiful book, taking a moment to admire the old pages, the sweet smell of book. It was the first thing in the last few days that was comforting and familiar. She ran her hand over the page, trying for to block out Sam and Dean's arguing in the next room and to not read the actual words on the page. Because if she did, she wouldn't have to face the fact that she was reading about angels and hell and a whole list of other things that weren't real before she had died. She still couldn't wrap her mind around that. She had died and had been pulled out of... heaven? Hell? to do work for God. She glanced up, watching Dean argue with his brother in the kitchen. Her and Dean Winchester. A complete stranger, only connected to her through that large scarred hand print on his arm.

She heard Bobby sigh next to her, obviously very fed up with the argument going on in the next room. He looked up from his own old book to glare at the two of them.

"...so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking angel of the Lord because it says so!" Dean snapped. That seemed all Bobby could take, because he shook his head before yelling at the two.

"You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion or do you wanna come take a look at this?" He called, spreading his hands over the large book in front of him. Juno caught sight of a picture and what looked like Latin and she found herself surprised again that this older man, with his hat and flannel and crappy cars outside could read Latin. Dean and Sam headed into the room, both looking huffy and angry. "I got stacks of lore... biblical, pre-biblical. Some of it's damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

Juno frowned, running her hand over her mother's locket nervously. Had she been to Hell? How could she not remember it? And what had she done to deserve that? She didn't think she had done enough bad to deserve Hell...

"What else?" Dean asked, rubbing the spot where his hand scar was absentmindedly. Bobby looked up at him, confused.

"What else, what?"

"What else could do it?"

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box?" Bobby asked, raising his eyebrows. "As far as I can tell, nothing." He leaned back, staring up at the two boys. Dean just looked irritated, but Sam was grinning, obviously very happy that his point was being proven.

"Dean, this is a good thing." The younger brother commented, staring at his brother expectantly. Dean wasn't having it though. She still couldn't understand his reluctance with this whole thing. Why was it so horrible to believe an angel had saved them from death? It was a far better option than some kind of demon.

"How?" Dean grumbled, looking at his brother skeptically.

"Because for once this isn't another round of demon crap." Sam commented, clearly getting more and more excited by the prospect of angels by the minute. "I mean, maybe you two were saved by the good guys, you know?"

"I would prefer the angel option to the demon one." Juno piped up. Dean threw her a glare before looking back at his brother.

"Okay, say it was true. Say there are angels. They what, there's a God?" Dean asked, saying it like it was so incomprehensible to him. Juno gave a scoff, closing the large book in front of her. Of course there was a God.

"At this point, Vegas money's on it." Bobby said, shrugging.

"Of course there is a God." Juno said, rolling her eyes as Dean looked at her like she was nothing but a sad, misguided child. "You seriously deal with demons all the time and you don't believe in God? What is the point of all that... darkness without something better?"

"Thank you." Sam whispered, throwing her a quick smile. Juno returned it. At least the younger Winchester brother wasn't a complete asshole.

"Look, I don't know about this." Dean said, shaking his head as he began to pace the room.

"Okay, look. I know you're not all choir boy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam stated and Juno quickly nodded.

"Proof?"

"Yes!"

"Proof that there is a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally?" Dean snapped, glaring at Sam. "And no offense, but we're you on your way to curing cancer and we don't know about it? Cause why was a normal college student brought back too?" He asked, turning to look at Juno. She couldn't even come up with a reply to that one. It certainly was something she had been wondering the last few days as well. She couldn't think of anything special enough about her that would warrant God raising her from the dead. She couldn't think of anything special enough about her for anyone to bring her back. When she didn't answer Dean turned back toward his brother and Bobby. "I'm sorry. But I'm not buying it."

"Why not?" Sam asked, giving his brother a skeptical look.

Dean shifted uncomfortably suddenly, looking between the three of them nervously. "Because... why me?" He paused, look at them before continuing. "Because if there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?"

"I do... have to agree to that." Juno mumbled. "I mean... I went to church and stuff but I... I was just some college kid trying to become a surgeon. I wasn't a saint. I couldn't secretly heal people or anything." She shrugged, looking between the three men. Dean nodded, looking at Sam as if saying 'see?'

"Exactly!" Dean cried, throwing his hands up. "I mean, I saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the-the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy."

"Well apparently your both some just regular people who are important to the man upstairs." Sam said calmly, giving her and Dean meaningful looks. Despite his brothers negativity and her slight agreement, he still seemed excited by this whole prospect.

Dean shook his head, still not having any of this. "Well that creeps me out. I don't like being singled out at birthday parties let alone by... God."

"Second that one." Juno piped up.

"Well too bad. Because I think he wants you two to strap on your party hats." Sam said, folding his arms across his chest and looking at the two of them with a smug smile. Juno felt a moments irritation toward the younger Winchester. This was easy for him. He got his brother back and didn't have all the pressure of figuring out why God of all freaking people wanted him for a job. Dean glanced at her, taking in how nervous she looked, how frightened. At least he wasn't alone.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head before looking back at Bobby. "Fine. What do we know about angels?"

The older man reached to the side, grabbing a large stack of old, musty books. He lifted them, moving them on top of the one he had been reading before slamming them down. He looked up at the two brothers, leaning further back in his chair. "Start reading."

Dean looked completely put out now as he stared down at the pile of books. "You're gonna get me some pie." He snapped, pointing an accusing finger at Sam before ripping the top book off the pile and storming back into the kitchen. Juno sighed, burying her face in her hands and shaking her head. Sam rolled his eyes, grabbing the keys and asking Juno if she wanted anything. She shook her head, to confused and depressed to eat anything. He nodded, heading out the door with the keys. She heard the car rumble after another minute, taking off. She looked up at Bobby after a while, watching the older man pour over the ancient books.

"Could I... maybe call my sister before cracking one of them open?" She asked, giving the older man a small smile.

She heard Dean sigh in the other room, tearing himself away from the book to look at her. "I told you-" He started, sounding thoroughly annoyed.

"I know what you said." She snapped, turning to glare at him. "And it's easy for you to tell me to suck it up and back off my sister when your brother is right there."

Dean turned, giving her a stern look. "How do you think your sister is gonna react when someone calls saying she's her dead sister?"

"I'm not a fucking idiot. I'm not going to say that. I just... I wanna just hear her. Make sure she's..." She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "My parents are dead. And now I died. Can you blame me for being worried about what she would do after that?"

"Dean..." Bobby piped up and the two had a silent battle before Dean shook his head and threw his hands up. Bobby gave her a small smile, nodding his head toward the phones in the corner. "Over there, kid."

She gave him a bright smile, quickly standing and heading toward the phones. She took the cell phone, heading out the door. She ignored Dean as she passed, to angry at his refusal to even look at him. Thank God for Bobby.

She shut the door behind her, taking a deep breath before dialing her sisters number. She felt her knuckles tighten around the phone as she waited, listening to the ringing. It was hard to hear it over the wild beating of her own heart. She wasn't sure what she was going to do if her sister didn't answer. Her mind would go crazy over the different possibilities. She hoped and prayed her sister had gotten through this.

"Agent Violet Monroe."

Juno let out the breath she had been holding, tears coming to her eyes. Oh, God. She covered the bottom of the phone, taking a deep breath and fighting the urge to say something with every thing she had.

"Hello?"

Vi, I'm here. It's me. I'm right here. You aren't alone.

"Hello?"

She heard her sister sigh in irritation before the line went dead. Juno bit back a sob, closing her phone slowly and hugging it to her chest. She was okay. She was okay and back at work. She had gotten through this. Thank God. Thank every angel out there.

"You alright?"

She jumped a bit, quickly rubbing the tears away before looking back at Dean. Somehow he had managed to get outside with out her noticing. He was watching her with a guarded look and she felt irritation well up inside her. Did he really have to monitor her while she did this? Did he really think she was stupid enough to say something to her sister? She wasn't an idiot. That would have been beyond cruel. No matter how desperate she was to have her sister back, she never would risk hurting her like that.

"I didn't say anything." She hissed, refusing to look at him. She wouldn't let this jackass see her cry if she could help it.

"I know. That's not why..." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and looking uncomfortable. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't know why this is happening and I'm sorry you can't get back to your sister. I understand worrying about a sibling." He looked far away for a moment, his thoughts clearly on Sam. Even from a few days with the two brothers, she could see how close they were. There was a bond between the two of them, one that she recognized clearly. It was the same she had with Violet. And the way Sam looked at Dean sometimes... how many times had she looked at Violet like that? Watched her in wonder and amazement. Like she could do no wrong. "But it's safer for her if we wait. We don't know what is going on and bringing her into this could only put her in danger."

"This is all just so..."

"I know." Dean said softly, folding his arms and shaking his head. "It's insane. It's... crazy."

"You did all this before you died? You and Sam and Bobby? You... hunted demons and monsters and other crazy shit?" She asked, turning to study him.

"Yeah. Family business." He said, a bitter note to his words.

"Who would raise you to do this?" She asked softly, looking back out at the rusty, broken down cars. What kind of parent would raise there kids to fight monsters? Leading them to an early death and a odd, lonely life.

"My mom was murdered by a demon when I was four and Sammy was six months old. Split her stomach open and then burned her alive." Dean said and she closed her eyes, feeling horrible. "My dad... he was hunting for the thing till the day he died."

"I'm sorry." She said softly. "My sister... after my parents died she went and joined the F.B.I. Did everything she could to make sure what happened to our parents never happened to anyone else." She thought of all the hours her sister spent over gruesome crime scene photos, how many hours she spent after work going over old cases. "But... she made sure I never got involved in any of it. I think she would have locked me up before she ever let me get involved in any of her work."

"You got lucky then." Dean commented, running a hand through his hair. She glanced at him, taking in his guarded face, his tall, muscular form. There certainly was more to Dean Winchester than she first thought. He couldn't be all bad if he had given his life to saving innocent people from the things that go bump in the night. And seeing crap like this was bound to fuck a person up. She supposed he was nice enough for someone stuck in this kind of life.

Why would an angel rescue me from Hell?

Hell. She still couldn't help but wonder what this man who saved people for a living could have done to go to Hell. She supposed it could have been something as simple as the fact that he didn't believe in God. Surely giving your life to saving lives made up for that a little bit though? Couldn't you still be a good person and not believe in God and deserve something other than eternal damnation. Unless it was more than that. She was struck then by the fact that she didn't really know these men. They were strangers and she was living with them, trusting them with her life.

She wanted to ask so badly. She thought she deserved to know since she was stuck with him. What if he was a killer? What if he had hurt someone? Despite how big a jackass he could be at times, she didn't really get that vibe from him. Sure, she was sure he could be dangerous. He was strong and knew how to handle weapons. But he didn't seem like a psycho killer.

"Dean, get some of the stuff and put it in the car." Bobby said, interrupting her train of thought. "We're heading to Olivia's. Been calling her for the last couple days for this angel stuff and she hasn't answered. Ain't like her."

Dean nodded, quickly going into soldier mode. He headed into the house, gathering all the odd assortment of things that was required for their 'job.' "Is... is she okay?" Juno asked, heading back into the house and watching Dean and Bobby pack the salt and guns (such an odd assortment to hunt monsters), stuffing them into the duffle bag.

"Don't know." Bobby said, grabbing a rather large knife and packing it gently. "But she's good about calling back and three days is making me nervous."

"Do I..."

"No." Dean said quickly, throwing her a sharp look. She folded her arms, giving him a glare.

"I know how to use a gun. And a knife."

Dean raised an eyebrow, giving her a once over as if to say he didn't believe her. Which he didn't. Of course. "This isn't exactly a gun range." He fired back, zipping up the bag and giving her a patronizing smile. "You're a civilian. You don't know how to hunt. You're staying here."

She made a noise of irritation, quickly looking at Bobby. The older man had been far more reasonable than the oldest Winchester the last few days and had been very kind to her. But now he gave her a sort of 'sorry' look, shrugging. "It's true, kid. We're not sure what we're dealing with and it's safer for everyone if you stay here."

She gave a huff, plopping down on the couch. "You can help by looking over the books." Bobby offered, gesturing to the large stack on his desk. She stared at them, knowing full well that they could help to find out why in the world she had been saved by angels, but the thought of sitting here and reading for hours while they found demons or monsters seemed rather annoying. If she wanted to sit and study she should have just gone back to college after being brought back to life. But she just nodded, grabbing one of the books and cracking it open. Bobby pat her on the shoulder as he headed outside, a duffle bag on his shoulder as he headed out of the house. Dean watched the young girl leaning over the book for a moment before following after Bobby.

She heard them leave after a few minutes, Bobby telling her they would call in a little bit before they drove off with Sam. She sighed, reading over the book for a good hour, finding the material actually interesting before she found herself fighting to stay awake. Between the fact that she was constantly worrying at night over the fact that she was back from the dead and angels and her sister and that stupid, horribly uncomfortable couch she hadn't gotten much sleep. She yawned, shaking herself a bit and trying to focus on the page in front of her. Her eyes were slipping after only two lines. She was so freakin' tired...

A sudden bang woke her. She shot up, looking around wildly. No one was there though. Sam, Dean and Bobby were still gone.

She froze, a million different possibilities going through her heads. She remembered all the horrible creatures Bobby had named off to her just a couple days ago. Wendigo, vampire, witch. "Hello?" Nothing. Maybe something just fell.

That thought probably would have worked before when she had heard something like that in her apartment. But now demons, ghosts and vampires were real and were a possibility. She stood, looking around the room and quickly grabbing the large iron rod that Bobby had shown her. "Hello? Bobby?" She called again, praying the old man answered. Nothing. "God, please be the wind and not some fucking monster." She whispered, taking a step around the wall into the kitchen. The lights flickered in and out suddenly, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

"Not quite a monster."

Juno screamed, whipping around and nearly dropping the rod in shock.

She stared at the women, fear and love and shock filling her.

"Hello, baby."

She didn't even have a chance to scream before her dead mother lunged at her.