"So, someone is almost always home; you shouldn't have to worry about needing the key," Sam informs me, "we only have the one key. If you ever can't get in, just go through the garage, which I'll show you in a bit."
"Here's the foyer, that's the library slash dining room," Dean points, "kitchen is through this door and bedrooms are over this way." They lead me down a winding hall. "Sam and I are in those two rooms, Cas and Crowley, who you'll meet in a bit, have those two, so you can have any other room in this hall." I wander down the hall, considering how close to them I wanted to be. I definitely didn't want to be next to people I don't know, so I pick the room directly next to Dean's. Sam's room is just across the hall. The boys toss my suitcases into the room.
"I guess we'll leave you here for a bit to unpack. Whenever you're ready, we'll be in the library," Sam says before leading Dean from the room.
"Thank you," I call, "for everything."
"It's no problem," Sam smiles. Dean was already too far down the hall to hear me. Turning back to the room, I unfold the plain sheets and brown comforter, tucking them onto the bed neatly. I pop open my suitcases and hurry to put my already folded clothes into the dresser. Once I'm entirely unpacked, posters on the wall and photos set around the room, I realize just how little I actually have. I mean, it was barely enough to fill two suitcases. Then again, the fire did burn most of my stuff. I shiver. Best not to think about that. I wander out of the room and try to find my way back to the library. It takes a minute and multiple wrong turns, but I get it eventually. When I get close enough to hear, I realize my brothers aren't alone.
"You'll have to tell her eventually," a voice with a thick Scottish brogue huffs, "or are you daft enough to think she'll never notice something's up?"
"I agree with Crowley. She is an intelligent girl. She will notice," a deeper voice rumbles.
"Well that's a first," the brogue- Crowley- exclaims.
"Guys, this is not your decision. We aren't telling her today. She's been through a lot and I think we should spread the surprises out a bit," Sam decides.
"I'm with Sam. We'll give her two weeks, maybe a bit more, to settle in," Dean says, "then tell her."
"Tell me what?" I step into the room. They stare for a moment or two, startled, before Dean covers for them.
"It's nothing. Are you hungry?" I tilt my head at human's he gestures to the array of food on the table. Maybe this isn't the best way to do this, but I think it's best to just get it out there.
"You expect me to eat with both an angel and a demon in the room?"
"How… How did you know that?" Sam asks, crossing the room to get in my face. I flinch slightly and he backs off a little, but not much.
"If I focus, I can look past their human faces. It takes a little bit of effort, though. I'm not fully psychic," I tell them, "just partially. I don't have premonitions or anything like that, I can just see non-humans for what they really are."
"That's useful."
"That's why I never got a foster family until June took me in. That's why Dad abandoned me on the side of the road," I complain.
"He what?" Dean growls.
"It was right after Mom died… almost seven years ago. He knew me for all of four hours before he ditched me. I was labeled schizophrenic when I was really little, before I knew what I was really seeing. According to everyone, I was scared of people for no reason. It wasn't until I stole that notebook from John that I understood there was nothing wrong with me," I look at Castiel, who has joined Crowley in his endeavor to pretend like they're not listening. "Why can I see you?"
"I have no clue. It shouldn't even be possible. It is likely just another version of psychic abilities." Castiel shrugs.
"Cas," Dean says gruffly, "could you be more useless?" Cas looks at him, offended, before stalking from the room.
"I think you hurt his feelings," Sam and Crowley say at the same time. Dean huffs, "I know. I'll go talk to him."
"So, then, mooseling, are you ever going to eat?" I look down to see a plate of food in front of me at Crowley's comment.
"Why did you call me that?" I ask, picking up a grape.
"Haven't come up with a better creature yet. Sam is moose and Dean is squirrel, but I don't know what suits you yet."
"Crowley, leave her alone. She doesn't need your insanity," Sam grumbles. "I'm sorry about what Dad did."
"You couldn't help it. You didn't even know I was alive. Doesn't matter now, anyway," I assure him, stomach twisting at the slight lie. Yeah, it doesn't matter anymore because I'm with them now, but the nightmares won't go away. Not anytime soon.
"I have a question," Crowley announced. "Can you see hell hounds?"
"Never had the chance to find out," I shrug.
"Crowley- do not call her," Sam snaps just as Crowley calls for someone named Juliet. All of a sudden, a huge dog sprints into the room.
"Holy hell, she's big," I cuss, leaping back.
"Well that answers that question," Crowley chuckles. Sam just glares at him.
"I did not want dog stink in my library."
"Poor moose. And hush, she can hear you and she doesn't like people who are rude," Crowley teases, but Juliet actually snaps playfully at him before walking over to sniff at me.
"She's like a real dog!" I exclaim. "Does she play fetch?"