The brothers stared at Sylver as if she had fallen out of the sky- which wasn't far from the truth. The teen groaned and fell back on the bed suddenly exhausted. "I can't believe I lost that journal. I put months into deciphering those legends!"
"What's your name?" Dean said.
"What?" Sylver glanced up at him. "Cas told you. It's Sylver.
"Full name."
"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."
"You don't trust us?" his brother said. Sylver propped herself up on her elbows and raised an eyebrow. "Smart girl," Dean muttered, then, louder, added, "I'm Dean and gigantor over here is Sam... Winchester."
"Oh," she said much calmer than she felt, "Mine's Sylver Weston. And if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to the real world were things actually make sense."
The brothers didn't try to stop her as she spring up and rushed to the door. She flung it open and was met with the rays of the hot, blinding sun. A road that looked more dirt than gravel stretched past the near-empty motel parking-lot. Beyond that was sand, sand, cacti, and sand.
"This," Sylver breathed, "is not Olympia, Washington."
The heat of Pheonix was brutal. Only an icy glass of H2O could sooth the oppressing dryness. That, and a feast of veggie burgers and greasy fries.
Sylver inhaled an entire meat-free burger before looking up to catch Sam watching her. He quickly went back to his dinner.
She glanced at Castiel who hadn't stopped looking out the window since they had sat down at the diner's booth. A bell chimed over the doorway as Dean entered the diner. He dropped a file onto the table and sat down beside Sylver. Sam and the teen glanced at the Manila as Dean spoke in a low voice.
"Turns out Sylver is our cousin," he said to Sam. "Her father, Riley Weston, married Lyla Winchester, out aunt and Gramp's daughter."
"So... Dad's sister?"
"Apparently."
"And Lyla and Riley are..."
"Dead," Sylver said quietly, "they were killed in a car accident when I was 6 months old."
