Chapter 3

"So how do you plan on getting my brother back to his giant self?" Dean asked, keeping his gun trained on Carrie as she walked ahead of him while they walked up the rickety stairs to the main floor. Behind him, draped in their now oversized shirts, Sam and Castiel climbed up after them.

Reaching the landing, Carrie waited out of the way while rolling her eyes. "I told you. I don't know how to, but I know someone who could and would be more than willing to help." She told him.

"Fine then." Dean retorted as he joined her on the top of the steps, standing close in front of her. "Who's going to help us out of the goodness of their heart?" He asked patronisingly, looking down at her. Now that they were in the light, he could clearly see the young woman before him. Dirt and dust was smeared all over skin, but despite this, he could tell that she was in fact quite attractive. Her golden blonde hair was knotted, but was still wavy, and framed her pale face. Meanwhile her electric blue eyes pierced his green ones in slight annoyance as her full lips formed a pout.

"My Grandmother." Carrie said, crossing her arms. Something shifted in her eyes, that made her look away and down to the ground rather troubled. "She's been cleaning up after my messes my entire life," She shrugged. "Never complained about it either. Gran knows what I've gone through, so she'll be more than willing to help."

There was a slight pang of sympathy within in his chest momentarily before it evaporated completely. "Well, my heart bleeds for you." He said sarcastically.

"Look, I know you don't trust me-" Carrie began.

"You're a witch; of course I don't trust you." Dean cut her off.

"And I don't expect you to." She shot back immediately. "But I'm human too, so please trust that I have a shred of human decency. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I screwed up, and I want help fix it."

"She is telling the truth, Dean." A voice sounded from beside them. Both looked down to see Cas staring up at Carrie through narrowed, penetrating eyes. "You can trust Caroline."

"Awwww!" Carrie squealed when she looked at him, crouching down to his level with a smile on her face. "You're too cute!"

"Don't talk to him like that." Dean ground out, annoyed at her behaviour towards his friend.

"Why not?" She whipped her head to look at him with a scowl.

"Because he's a really old Angel!" He exclaimed before looking down at Cas as well. "Except you've turned him into a baby in a trench coat!"

"Well I didn't mean to!" She shouted, jumping up. Even standing up straight she came just under Dean's chin, not adding any intimidation to her cause by height.

"But it happened anyways! Like we need it right now!" Dean shouted back.

"Look, I said I'm sorry! Why don't you understand that!?" Carrie's pretty eyes started to water as tears welled up.

"Carrie, nooo!" Sam cooed loudly as he ran to her hugging her legs, watching the palms of her hands.

"Sammy, no!" Dean reached forwards and snatched him up into his arms when he too noticed the young witch's palms glowing an aqua color.

"No!" Carrie shrieked before flinging her hands to her left and away from them just in time for water to spout out of them and soak the ratty sofa in the dingy sitting room.

"Okay, you're going to have to learn how to control that since you're coming with us." Dean shouted, holding Sam close with one arm and shoving the other across Carrie's shoulder and driving her back to pin her against the wall behind her.

"You don't think I've been trying to all my life?" She shouted back, leaning forward slightly only to be shoved harder against the wall once more.

"Watch it!" He growled dangerously close to her face.

Leaning her face forward, Carrie did her best to hide her trembling. "I will if you will." She told him childishly.

For a tense moment they stood there, almost nose to nose as they glared at each other before Dean threw himself away from her. "Just make the damn call." He told her, backing away.

Studying him for a moment, Carrie tilted her head to the side. "You never told me your name." She said softly.

"Why does it matter?" He spat.

"If we're going to be working together, I should at least know your name. Besides, you know mine." She shrugged.

Sighing, Dean rolled his head. "Dean Winchester. That's my brother Sam, and that's Castiel."

"Winchester, huh? I've heard of you guys. I'm Caroline Lyle, but I prefer Carrie." She held out a hand to him along with a small smile. When he just eyed it angrily, she looked at him with a hint of sadness. "Look, if we're going to be working together, you need to start trusting me somewhere; this would at least be a start." She told him gently.

Glancing between her hand and face, Dean sighed and grabbed her hand in a short but firm handshake. "Yeah." He admitted begrudgingly.

However, when he tried to pull away, Carrie kept her hold on his hand. Moving his gaze up in a panic, he relaxed a fraction when he saw her giving him a small kind smile. "See? You can trust me."

Swallowing several times, it took Dean a moment to find his voice as he became almost entrapped by the stunning blue of her soft eyes. "Maybe." The single word came out hard as he disentangled their hands. "Make the call."

Studying him for a moment, Carrie swept some stray blonde hairs behind her ear and looked down. "Got it." She said quietly and moved out of the hall.

Watching her go, Dean was suddenly distracted by the light tapping of a small hand on his face. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out." Sam promised quietly. "We can trust her."

Looking over his brother's childish face, Dean smiled as he shifted him in his arms. His grown brother was still in that tiny body somewhere. "She'll have to prove it to me first before I do." His smile disappeared when he said this.

Instantly Sam grimaced, his brow furrowing as he glared at Dean. "Aww cummon! She's willing to help us! You don't have to be so mean."

"Look what she did to you, Sam!" Dean argued.

"I know, but I'm still in here." Sam's face was sad as he said this, trying to convince Dean to see his way. "I'm still me."

The two regarded each other for a moment before Dean pulled Sam into a close hug. "I know..." Dean mumbled, resting his cheek on the top of Sam's head. "It's just... remember the last time we had to deal with Witches? I don't feel like going on another freakin hex bag hunting spree."

"But she said she doesn't know anything about magic." Sam whispered, his brow furrowing.

"And what? You're going or take her word for it?" Dean hissed back.

"Yes!"

"Caroline was not lying Dean." Cas piped up from the floor. "Her intentions are pure. She truly does wish to help us."

Looking down at the Angel, Dean thought long and hard before placing Sam next to Cas and taking their hands. "Fine." He allowed, kneeling to their level. "But the moment you find out that changes, you tell me and she's done for." Then he gathered both boys into a hug. "I can't let anything happen to you guys, not now."

A/N: Leave me with you're thoughts and if you want, check out my other Supernatural fics: The Essence of My Soul to Keep, and Universal. Thanks guys!