An hour later, the three men and one Angel were sitting around the living room. They were talking quietly as to not wake up Addison.

"I have just received information." Cas said, as he opened his eyes.

"I was wondering why you looked like that." Dean said. "I thought you were pooping."

Castiel ignored the comment and continued to speak. "The angel that Addison vanquished in the alley is named Frential, he was Raphael's second in commend. Now he controls the angels that were loyal to Raphael. He is not known for confiding in the other angels. It is possible that he and Crowley are the only ones besides ourselves, who know of the girl's blood."

"That's good." Bobby said. "We kill them, and she's safe."

"I have angels searching for Frential as we speak." Cas said. "He will be found."

"She's awake." Dean said softly. They turned towards the twelve-year-old and saw her sitting up on the couch, staring at them.

"Hello again, Addison." Bobby said, softly as he slowly walked over to her. Dean, Sam, and Cas were right behind him.

"What hap….." She started to ask, but then stopped and stared at Cas with fear filled brown eyes.

"It's okay, Honey." Bobby said. "No one here will hurt you."

"Bull." She said, jumping to her feet and making a run for the door.

Sam quickly blocked her retreat, thinking that she would stop. But instead of stopping, she aimed a hard kick to his groin and ran around him. Sam grabbed the injured area and sank to his knees with a moan.

Dean grabbed her around her waist and picked her up off of her feet. Addison started bucking and kicking her legs, but Dean easily dodged the flinging arms and legs. He sat her on her feet in front of Bobby, then stood behind her to block another escape attempt.

"Calm down." Bobby said.

"He's a freak'n angel." Addison said, pointing at Cas and looking at Bobby with pleading eyes. "And not the Roma Downy kind. He's ….."

"The one who healed you." Bobby said, his voice soothing.

The young girl looked at her arm, which once had a long cut on it and a dirty bandage. Now the bandage and cut was gone. She touched her forehead and noticed that the large bump was also gone.

"Angels are like humans." Bobby said. "There are some good ones and some bad ones. Cas here is a good one."

"The other one tried to kill me." She said, fear still shown in her eyes.

"I know, but you are safe now." Bobby assured her.

"We won't let anyone hurt you." Dean said.

Sam, who had straightened up by this time, nodded. "You're safe."

"I like that word." Addison said, relaxing her posture. She looked at the men surrounding her and for some reason she didn't understand, she actually did feel safe.

"We know what Crowley did to you." Bobby said.

"Then you know my blood can kill you." She said, looking at Castiel.

"Yes." Was the answer.

"Thank you for healing me, and for not killing me when you had the chance."

"You are welcomed."

The young girl sighed and said, "I'm in some pretty deep shit."

"We know." Bobby said, his voice still soothing. "We'll get you out of it. Why don't you go get cleaned up and we'll rustle up some grub?"

"Sounds good, I'm starving."

"Here." Sam said, grabbing his duffle bag from the floor and pulling out a tee shirt and tossing it to her.

"Thanks, and I'm sorry I kicked you."

"It's okay." Sam said.

"Bathroom is top of the stairs, first door on the right." Bobby told her.

She nodded and left the room.

"Dude." Dean laughed, looking at Sam. "A twelve-year-old little girl just dropped you."

"Don't get so smug, Dean." Sam said. "You got waylaid by a thirteen-year-old girl."

The laughter was gone from Dean's voice when he insisted. "That girl had a big knife."

"Yeah and this girl had a big foot."

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After taking a shower, Addison stood at the bathroom sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The tee shirt she was wearing came to just above her knees and her hair was still damp.

"They seem nice enough." She said to her reflection. "Should I trust them? I really want to trust them; I want to believe that I'm safe. But why should they give a crap about me? My own Father doesn't."

She sighed and made a decision. "I'll give them a chance, and give myself a chance."

Then she left the bathroom and headed towards what she assumed was the kitchen. That was where the voices came from; she couldn't help but smile at the conversation she heard.

"Dude, she said she was starving." One of the voices said. "She doesn't want rabbit food."

"Dean." Another voice said. "A salad is people food, it's for people who actually try eating healthy. Those burgers you cooked are loaded with grease."

"Grease gives them flavor."

"And gives whoever eats them clogged arteries."

"Will you two knock it off?" Bobby's voice boomed.

There was silence for a moment, then "Sam started it."

"I did not, Dean."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Dean and Samuel Winchester!" Bobby's voice boomed again.

Addison's smile vanished as she rushed into the room and stared at Dean.

"Your name is Dean Winchester?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Damnit." She muttered, surprised. "Crowley moans about you a lot, says you're nothing but a bloody bugger." The last two words were said with a pretty good Crowley accent.

She looked at Sam and said "He hates you, too. But not as much as Dean. Seems you're not as belligerent as him."

"So Crowley told you about us beating him, on several occasions." Dean asked with a smirk.

"No." The girl answered. "All he ever said was that you were a bloody nuisance." Again the last too words were said with an accent. "I just thought you were a couple of rival demons or something."

"That all he said about me?" Dean asked.

"Well, he said that I was almost as annoying as you. He seems to think we have a lot in common."

"Really." Dean smiled. "Who's your favorite band?"

"No contest, AC/DC. Followed by Metallica and Motor Head."

"Favorite color?"

"Black."

"Favorite food?"

"Anything that isn't healthy, and that don't bite back."

"I see why Crowley made the comparison." Sam said.

Before anyone could respond, Addison's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Sorry." She said, slightly embarrassed.

"Dig in." Bobby said, nodding towards the food on the table.

Addison sat down and grabbed a thick burger. She added ketchup, mustard, and then loaded it down with pickles. She completely ignored the salad.

"I don't believe I'm saying this." Dean said, as he made his burger the same way the young girl had made hers. "But I do believe that Crowley was right."

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Hope you liked it, I should have the next chapter up in a day or two. I promise the next chapter will be longer.