Month 2 brought no significant changes in the teenagers' quest of summoning Death. They hadn't gotten any farther than acquiring the ritual and calling around to a few contacts in the supernatural world that Rayan and Alabama felt certain wouldn't try and contact Dean, Bobby, or Sam about possible items that they were going to need. The lack of progress was putting all of the teens on edge.

"Where in the hell are we supposed to get the scale of a luck dragon?" Rayan demanded as she threw the list onto her bed again. "What do they expect a girl to do, fly to China?"

"Well I'm pretty sure this isn't supposed to be easy, Ray," Andy tried to soothe his best friend. "This is to summon Death, after all."

"Doesn't mean they had to make it impossible."

Alabama chuckles softly from the floor where she is leaning against the side of Rayan's bed. "You're always way too optimistic, Winchester," the southern girl drawls with a smile. "But luckily, I'm pretty awesome and my daddy knew a guy that used to hunt who moved to China a few years ago. He got his hands on a few of those scales lyin' around. Said he'd have one shipped into town, so it should be here by Friday."

"See, Ray, just try and relax," Andy says, wants again trying to calm the young Winchester down.

"I can't relax yet," Rayan demands, but not before sending a grateful nod in Alabama's direction. "That's only one item out of about sixteen, most of which aren't any easier to come across than the scale. And besides, if this hunter is shipping in the scale, how in the world are we going to get it past Gramps. He's the one who accepts all packages that come into the house."

"Oh ye of little faith," Andy scolds with a smirk. "You honestly think I would have given Alabama a shipping address that could get us caught? Please. I set up a P.O. box in town under an alias that all packages will be shipped to, and only you, me, and Alabama can access it. Nothing will ever cross into this house unless one of us is bringing it in."

The answer is so completely Andy that Alabama can't help but laugh at the smug grin on her best friend's face. And then she has to shake her own head in guilt, because honestly how could she not think that Andy would have a plan in place. The young man always had a plan.

Then there was the fact that she'd done nothing but freak out on her friends since they got a hold of the ritual a month ago. Complaining about the number of items needed, the difficulty in actually acquiring the items, and just the overall speed of the process. Rayan was just so anxious to figure out what was so special about her that the thought of waiting still seemed ludicrous.

But her friends didn't have to be putting up with her moods, because they were putting themselves at risk just as much as Rayan. Especially because if Dean or anyone else ever found out what they were doing, all three of the teens would never see the light of day again.

"Listen, Winchester, we get it," Alabama says as she shifts her position from the floor to on top of the bed with Andy, pushing aside several of the books scattered across the comforter. "We get that you're impatient, considerin' this is your life we're trying to figure out. But we can't go any faster than we already are without riskin' your daddy findin' out. But we will figure everythin' out, okay?"

Rayan opens her mouth to respond, but she is cut off by Bobby's enraged yell from downstairs.

"Rayan Elizabeth Winchester, get your ass down into this kitchen right now!"

"Shit," Rayan hisses as she turns to face the other two teens on her bed. "You don't think Gramps found out, do you?"

"There's no way," Andy denies with a furious shake of his head. "We haven't brought anything into this house, and I copied the ritual out of the book and put it back exactly as it was. Something else has Bobby upset."

"Rayan!" Bobby's voice thunders from downstairs again, sending all three teens scrambling towards the bedroom door.

Alabama, who reaches the hallway first, cracks a smile at her two companions. "Lets go find out what Papa Singer wants, shall we?"

When the three teens marched into the living room, the sight before them was definitely not what they were expecting.

Bobby was towering over the worn down couch, his face red with angry as he glared down at a lounging Lucas who was currently shoveling a handful of potato chips into his mouth, crumbs falling onto his shirt front. The reaper was fixated on the small television in front of him, laughing at on old roadrunner cartoon that was playing.

It had pretty much been like this since the group returned from Georgia two months ago, and Lucas had become a permanent, and more visible occupant of the household. It hadn't been bad at first, because Lucas was an active participant in searching for a solution to the whole demons wanting Rayan dead thing, but when the search turned up nothing useful the reaper took up his current state.

"I swear to god, reaper," Bobby threatened as he shoved a finger in Lucas's direction. "This has gone too far. Get your dead, lazy ass off of my couch, and out there in the garage you son of a –"

"Gramps!" Rayan interrupts, pulling Bobby's attention away from Lucas and towards her. Not that Lucas was paying attention to the older man anyway. "What in the world is going on down here?"

"I'll tell you what's going on, darlin'," Bobby seethes as he throws one last withering glance towards Lucas and then marches over to his granddaughter. "Your reaper over there is driving me up the damn wall!"

While Bobby rants to Rayan, Alabama takes the opportunity to walk into the living room and study the reaper lying on the couch. When Lucas makes no move to acknowledge her presence, Alabama lightly reaches out and pokes him in the side in an attempt to get some sort of reaction. Lucas gives her nothing in return.

"I think he's dead," Alabama remarks with a smirk.

"Of course he's dead," Andy responds with a roll of his eyes. "He's a reaper, for goodness sake."

Alabama opens her mouth to snap out a response, but Bobby beats her to it. "Well, I don't give a damn what he is. People are starting to talk about why I took in another stray, and talking leads to questions. Questions we can't answer."

"Okay Gramps, I can see why that'd be annoying," Rayan concedes with a nod. "But what are we supposed to do about it? We can't really hide the fact that he's around now."

"I ain't suggesting we do that," Bobby replies with a scowl. "What I am demanding is that he gets his ass off of my couch, and goes out to the garage to help your daddy. If he works in the garage, I can tell people that he's working here for room and board. But apparently, the princess doesn't agree."

Rayan sighs and rubs a hand across her face in exasperation, because this is exactly what she doesn't need at this point in her life. As if worrying about demon's chasing her and her freaky ability to see dead people isn't enough. But now she has to worry about a lazy reaper getting on her grandfather's last nerve.

"All right, Gramps, just give me a minute to talk to him," Rayan soothes as she scoots around Bobby and marches over to stand next to Alabama at the end of the couch. "Lucas, what in the hell are you doing?"

The reaper doesn't respond, and instead laughs at an image of an anvil falling on Wyle Coyote's head. Rayan quickly gets annoyed and snatches the remote off the reaper's stomach and switches the television off. That gets Lucas's attention, and he quickly sits up with an indignant yell.

"I don't want to hear it, Lucas," Rayan demands before the reaper can form a sentence. "What I do want to know is why you're an inside this house, and not out in the garage with my dad."

"That's not my job, Rayan," Lucas argues with a shake of his head and a smile. "My job is to protect you. I can't do that if I'm focusing on the engine of a car."

Rayan rolls her eyes and plants her hands on her hips. "Oh, and sitting in front of the television shoving potato chips into your mouth is protecting me? That's bullshit, Lucas." Rayan tilts her head to the right in confusion as she studies her reaper bodyguard. "And by the way, why are you eating chips? You're dead. You don't need food."

Lucas shrugs his shoulders and reaches into the bag of potato chips for another handful. "Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean my taste buds stop working." Lucas pats his stomach appreciatively with his free hand before continuing. "Besides, begin dead means I can eat as much as I want, and never lose this amazing physique."

"Yeah, you're God's gift to man," Alabama scoffs from next to Rayan. Then she turns her attention to Bobby. "Sorry Papa Singer, but it looks like you've got yourself a new living room decoration."

"The hell I do," Bobby growls as he marches back over to Lucas and grips the collar of his shirt, hauling the reaper off the couch and towards the living room doorway. "You ain't eating me out of house and home without helping out around here."

Rayan, who was quick to follow Bobby's movements, quickly reaches up and extracts the older man's hands from Lucas's shirt. "Okay, Gramps, he gets the picture." Once Bobby's hands are back by his sides, and not practically strangling the reaper, Rayan focuses her attention on Lucas's scowling face. "Now he's right, Lucas. You need to get outside and help my dad. It's going to look weird if a twenty-two year old just shows up at Singer Salvage and doesn't do anything. So starting today, you are Lucas West the new assistant mechanic helping out Dean Winchester. Got that?"

Lucas rolls his eyes in Rayan's direction before turning to head back towards the couch. "Very funny, Winchester. This has been very enter-"

Rayan grabs Lucas's shoulder in a tight grip and spins the reaper around. "I said, do you got that?"

"Oh snap," Alabama murmurs with a snicker from next to Bobby and Andy, who are both standing an a small amount of awe at Rayan's forcefulness.

"You got that right," Andy agrees in a breathy whisper. "She sounds so calm, and yet…angry."

Apparently, the humans in the room are not the only one's who find the young Winchester a little intimidating. Lucas is actually gaping at the teen in front of him, his eyes wide in shock. "Rayan, you can't honestly expect me to work. Like a human."

"That's exactly what I expect, Lucas," Rayan confirms with a sharp nod of her head. "Now there is an old pair of Daddy's jeans hanging up in the closet that are grease stained. You can wear those for now until we get you a junkie pair at the Goodwill. Dad will have a work shirt out in the garage for you to wear also."

Rayan doesn't say anything else, and instead just turns on her heal and begins marching back up the stairs towards her room. She gets about halfway up the old stairs before she turns to face Andy and Alabama, both of whom are standing next to Bobby with their mouths open. "You two coming, or not?"

Alabama and Andy each turn to look at each other before hurrying after Rayan up the stairs, and Bobby hears the resounding slam of her bedroom door moments later. The older man turns towards the reaper, who is equally as surprised at the turn of events, and smiles as he pulls the jeans from the closet he is standing next to. Lucas takes the jeans in silence, mouth still hanging open like a fish, and Bobby has to laugh at loud since his mood has considerably lifted since his granddaughter made her announcement.

"Looks like you better get to work, idjit."