Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.


After the exciting events from last week, Crowley finally calmed down. The Winchesters arrived and took out majority of the demons in the process, just so they could threaten his existence. Maybe they weren't as smart as everyone thinks they are, Crowley isn't one to let things go easily, but they let him live anyway. I was allowed to leave and do what I pleased for the time being, but I didn't want to wreak havoc like most of the demons I run into. I never saw the point.

I'm on my way back to my apartment now that my shift is over. Unlike most nights, I wanted to fall on my bed and sleep the rest of the week away. Unfortunately, I was so tired I never noticed the shadows in my dimly lit living room as I shuffled to the bed. One stood by the breakfast bar and the other made themselves comfortable on my loveseat.

"Did she not see us?", a voice muttered

The close proximity almost made me jump out of my skin. I pulled my knife out of my pocket and prepared to fight for my life.

"Whoa! Whoa, relax! It's just us", the other said

"Who the hell are you!?", I yelled

"Remember us from the other night Picasso?"

Dammit.

I groaned. There was no way they could've known where I lived. I hadn't been home in seven days.

"What do you two want?"

"We just need a little intel", Sam said softly, "And we'll be out of your hair"

"Speaking of hair, do you know how long it takes to get that damn paint off", Dean began as he put his feet up on my coffee table

"Why wouldn't I know? I am a painter after all", I retorted as I rolled my eyes and knocked his feet off my furniture

'No home training', I thought

"What was that Picasso?"

I plopped down on my couch that was unoccupied and felt myself drifting off.

"I never said anything"

"You just said something about home training. I heard you", Dean clarified

Oops. He'll be alright. I flashed him a smile and turned my attention back to Sam. Whatever intel he needed I had to be as vague as possible. The last thing I need is Crowley at my throat or for him to send his henchmen to do his dirty work. I'm better off with completing my task, then moving on.

"What exactly do you need from me?"

"We wanted to make sure that you were alright first. It couldn't have been easy"

Sam was a lot nicer than Dean. Being around the two of them put me at ease, but not completely. I knew about the dangers of being around the Winchesters for too long and they were already overstaying their welcome. They both wanted to protect everyone the best way they could. If it seemed like I needed help they would play right into it. Which is why it shouldn't be that hard to fool him.

"What? Losing my client?", I hissed

"No, trust me, Crowley is not someone you want to be working for. The last thing you need is him on your trail. You didn't make any deals with him did you?"

Do I look like an idiot?

"A deal? I don't understand"

"Can I just tell her?", Dean quipped

"Dean, no"

"Tell me what?", I chimed in

"Crowley is a demon, well the king of Hell. We've been allies for years, but he has screwed us over way too many times and we're trying to put an end to it. We know he's plotting something, but we're having a hard time figuring out what it is", Dean blurted out

"Dean!", Sam nearly yelled as my mouth flew open. I wasn't expecting him to be so honest. I heard they had a thing for lying pretty often. Why was he being so honest with me?

"What? We can't keep this type of stuff from her. Crowley could be after her right this moment and she wouldn't have a clue for how to protect herself"

Dean had a point.

"He wanted me to work for him", I let out, "I told him I was fine with my shifts at the bar"

Stop it, what are you doing?

"So he hired me to paint his condo. He told me it was to keep me safe because I was special. I knew it sounded weird, but I wanted the money and I didn't feel safe when I first moved here", I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding in

What the hell was that?

I couldn't stop it from coming out. I have this strong urge to lie to them, but I can't. Not completely. Throughout the night, they questioned my place on Crowley's agenda and why he was so interested in me in the first place. I gave them as much as I could while struggling to keep in the most important details out. They could never know nearly half the things I knew or I would be on the top of their hit list. As much as I wanted them to stop pestering me, I wanted them to stay. For once I felt safe. Maybe if I stayed with them, I could keep them safe too.

Sam and Dean finally left, but told me they would stay in town just to make sure everything was safe for me to stay. There was no need because it wasn't. Crowley needed me for a reason. I hated our arrangement, but it kept me safe from the others. The second they left, I was met with another intruder invading my space.

"Hello love, fancy a chat?"