Keeping silent was harder than Anna imagined it would be. She thought it would be a lot hokier, she thought it would be a man in a crisp white suit and a microphone taped to his jaw, she thought he would look and act like the man on the television. But he didn't and she wasn't ready for that. Roy Le Grange was blind; he was a sixty year old, white man that was very, very, blind. As far as Anna could tell he meant every word he was selling, he genuinely believed God was picking people for him to save. Anna looked at him for a second as he started his spiel about how he got his powers and was cured from cancer. The lines weren't new; it was the same scam everyone had heard. He was dying; God saved him, cured the cancer, and left him with the ability to cure others.

Anna smirked and caught the blind man's wife, Sue Ann, look at her with a scowl. Anna dropped her gaze and looked at her shoes. She should have just stayed in the car. It took her a minute to realise that Roy was talking to her, she only noticed after Dean nudged her with his foot.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" She asked with her best smile as she pretended to nurse her now cold cup of tea.

"I asked if you believed in God." He repeated.

"Um, I was raised Episcopalian." She answered kind of lamely. Anna's cheeks flushed when she thought about the last time she had been in a church, she had been looking for wedding venues.

"No, no, I asked if you believed in God." Le Grange repeated and, despite being, blind she could almost feel his eyes piercing her.

"Um, I want to but I haven't seen a whole lot of reason to." She finally answered.

"God doesn't work in the realm of reason, Ms Fulton." He smiled and Anna winced back.

"Oh, does he work in the realm of abusive boyfriends? The kind that beat women to the ground, so hard that it literally shreds the heart muscle? Twelve years I spent with the devil himself and God didn't intervene; a MAC 50 did that. I want to believe in God, he sounds like a man you want in your corner but for some reason he doesn't think my corner's worth staying in. Who am I to judge whom God has deemed worthy? I guess I'm just envious that it wasn't me." Her speech started off as a joke but it ended so much more intense than she had expected.

"I wouldn't be so sure that God has given up on you." He smiled. "You should come to church this afternoon. I think we can see proof that God hasn't given up on you." Roy turned his attention back to Dean. "The Lord chose you, you are a good man and your mission is incomplete."

Mrs Le Grange escorted them out and Dean seemed a little preoccupied with the shelves of books coated in dust.

"Thank you for the tea and truly kind words." Anna remembered her manners as she walked out.

"Of course dear, we hope to see you this afternoon." Sue Ann smiled. She seemed too willing to accommodate them. For Anna it was suspicious but she kept her mouth shut, she had already talked too much to be a church mouse.

"I'm sorry, that man got me on a roll and I don't know why but I let him get to me. I know I said I would be quiet, I'm sorry." It wasn't worth getting into a fight right then. She was feeling off, talking about Robbie did that to her.

"It's fine. I have to call Sam, you should go wait in the car." Dean looked annoyed but Anna didn't think the anger was directed at her, he had seen something.

The ride back to the motel was silent. The more Anna thought about it the more she wanted to go back to the church. Maybe she was crazy but the old man had really gotten to her and Dean claimed that he was actually healed. Her bruised nose hurt more as the day went on and she could feel the swelling worsen.

"I need to take the car out for a little bit and then I thought maybe I would go back to the church." She finally stated to the silent car. "Can you guys live without some wheels for the next couple hours?"

"Come inside for a minute, let me talk to Sam about all of this." Dean offered.

"That would mean letting me in on the big secret. Telling me about what the church had to do with work? Why you have leads to things? Dean, you don't want me in that room any more than I want to be in that room. Let me go find some clothes and I'll be back in thirty minutes. Then you can let me know if you want to come with me to the church or stick around here or whatever."

"You're going to take thirty minutes to shop?" He looked like he didn't believe her.

"Well, I have to pay for your car so I'm a little short on cash right now. I don't have a whole lot of choices. I'll be back in thirty minutes." Anna promised.

"Fine." Dean grudgingly handed her the keys to her own car and she snatched them before he could change his mind.

Dean left and Anna peeled out of the car park. She wasn't exaggerating her lack of funds to Dean, she really had no money and aside from her old uniform she didn't have anything to wear to church, it might not be a formal thing but something told her jeans with a hole in the knee and a paint stained tee-shirt weren't going to be appropriate.

The town's local salvos didn't have a plethora of options. It was mostly men's clothing, or stuff that looked like a ninety-year-old grandma would wear. It took her all of five minutes to realise that picky wasn't an option, all she could do was pick things that came in her size and even that was limited. She came out with a slightly too large sunflower dress with a rather tacky eyelet lace collar, a blue gingham dress that was slightly too small and reminded her of The Wizard of OZ with slightly more starch so that it fanned out at the waist, and a thick wool sweater in a garish yellow that stunk of cheap perfume. On her way out she slipped a pair of worn leather shoes into her bag and neglected to remember to pay for them

She wasn't going to win any awards for her look, but she would look like an innocent farm girl from Nebraska and something about that seemed appropriate for church. When she pulled back into the parking lot at the motel she saw Dean's face peering out the window, like he was looking for her, Anna looked at her watch, she was three minutes early. Why was he so nervous?

She got out of her car and walked over to their room. She debated going to her room first to change but decided it wasn't going to make a difference which room she changed in and they were going to need the car. This way she killed two birds with one stone. Anna knocked once, no answer, she frowned. She had just seen Dean's face in the window; she knew they were in there. She knocked again and this time she thought she heard a crash.

"Uh, Sam? Dean? It's Anna, I just wanted to let you know I was back and the car's all yours if you need to go somewhere." She called through the door, leaning a little closer so that they could hear her.

Suddenly the door flew open and a slightly winded Sam smiled at her.

"Sorry, I was uh, in the bathroom." Sam lied and Anna wondered again why they felt the need to lie when they were so bad at it.

"That makes total sense while neither of you could have opened the door." Anna let out a small huff of air as she peered around at Dean slamming the door to the bathroom shut. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, yeah." Sam moved his gigantic body aside and let her step into the room.

"So I'm back and if you guys need a lift anywhere before I head off to the church I would be happy to take you." She grasped her plastic shopping bag in both hands as she swung around to face them. "Actually I was hoping to use your bathroom to change in. Mine is a little -" she paused and made a face. "I think something's living in mine" Anna smiled.

Sam made a noise and tilted his head at Dean. Dean frowned and cocked his head to the side. Anna could tell they were having a conversation with each other, she and her sisters used to do the same thing.

"Sure." Sam finally answered but Anna caught Dean rolling his eyes. Apparently Sam had misread the conversation.

"Thanks. I hate my room, last night I couldn't get to sleep because I think there is a family of rats in the bedside table." She barked a laugh that didn't feel like a laugh; there was certainly nothing to laugh about. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Their bathroom was nicer than hers but not by much. She wanted to stay barefoot for as little time as possible. She quickly shucked her pants and pulled on a pair of thigh high socks, because Anna didn't care how poor she was, she was never going to be poor enough to buy something that touched a stranger's crotch. The yellow of her dress and sweater along with her bright red hair wasn't a pretty sight. The shoes she had stolen were significantly more comfortable than the boots and her calves finally felt like it was getting a bit of a rest. She was about to leave the bathroom when something clunked in the bathtub.

Anna first thought it was a rat and she was going to run away screaming but after a second of no new sounds and no furry little body making an appearance she decided it probably wasn't a rat. And because it wasn't a rat she wanted to know what it was. Slowly, as if afraid something was going to pop out and attack her she inched towards the tub. Anna pealed back the curtain and her mouth dropped.

It wasn't a rat.

It was a mountain of stuff. Weapons of every kind imaginable littered the bathtub. Pistols, rifles, knives, a crossbow, throwing stars, axes, hammers, and any other kind of weapon were there. And then there was some really weird stuff, dream catchers and crystals, strange powders with funny smells.

But that wasn't even the scariest part; there were maybe fifty badges, all with different names. FBI, CIA, US Marshal, State Police for at least six states, Homeland Security, Health Inspector, and the list went on. She was busy looking at a military identification card that named Sam, Wedge Antilles, when she saw it. A manila folder bursting with papers that looked printed off the Internet. She read a couple of the headlines. There were several clippings from the local paper, obituaries, a man that died of a heart attack, one with cancer, there were five others like it. The next sheet of paper she found was a picture.

A hash knock on the door jolted her out of her shock.

"Sorry just a minute, these stockings are a little tricky." She called before returning to look at the paper.

The picture was of a tall cloaked person carrying a scythe and a strange looking tilted cross, underneath the clearly hand drawn image were the typed words, 'The Reaper'. Anna sucked in a breath.

"Oh Fuck." She whispered to herself. She had fallen in with crazy men with an arsenal in their bathroom. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She straightened up and smoothed out any wrinkles in her dress.

'Don't let them know you're on to them. Who knows if they are crazy or not, they might try and take it out on you.' A voice in her head whispered. Anna took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. She caught the tail end of the brother's conversation.

"It's fine, she wasn't taking a bath." Sam defended.

"She's been in there for a long time." Dean argued back.

"Sorry, I saw one of my stockings had a run in it. I was trying to make sure the dress covered it." She flipped up the skirt of her dress and showed them the small run on her upper thigh. "It does."

"Oh there you are!" Dean smiled. "I was starting to think you fell in. How about a beer?" He was being too friendly.

"Before church? What the hell, it's not like I can actually save my soul. Sure." If she were honest she needed something stronger than a beer after what she had just seen but she would take what she could get.

Dean smiled and turned his back on the two of them.

"So did you guys come up with a plan? Am I dropping you off somewhere?" She asked hopefully.

"Actually we thought we would head to the church with you. I enjoyed the reverend's sermon. I thought you didn't believe what he was selling?" Sam asked as Dean turned back around and handed her an already open beer.

"I don't, I think he's crazy. You can't heal people and if you can it's not God helping you. But he was kind, and a kind man gets further in my book than a snake oil sales man." She looked at Dean as he awkwardly held his beer up to toast something. It took her a minute but she raised her bottle to meet his.

"To the truth." He muttered.

"Hear, hear." Anna nodded. "So, Mister Antilles, how's the Alliance doing? Death Star's giving you any trouble?" She took a sip and winced, she had disregarded the one thing she knew she had to do, fake innocence.

Sam spit out the gulp of beer her had just taken and most of it landed on Anna. Slowly she used her thumb to wipe at her eyes.

"Gross." Anna muttered. "Look, you guys do whatever you gotta do, it's not my business. You just might want to be better at hiding the evidence. The bathtub isn't a good hiding place."

"That's all you have to say?" Dean demanded with a frown.

"That and this beer is a little watery." Anna held her hands up. "I know better than to mess with you, I saw the guns and I'm not going to tell anybody, but I would like to know about this Reaper. Is that why you are here, the deaths and the faith healer? You guys think, like ghosts and stuff?" She was desperately trying to put the pieces together but nothing was fitting.

"Maybe we should sit down." Sam offered as he moved to the table. "We can explain everything."

"Everything?" Anna looked unconvinced.

"If you want." Dean glowered at Sam as he sat down so that they were both facing her.

"Can you tell me about the easy stuff first?" Anna laughed and took another swig of the drink in her hand. There was something so monumentally screwed up about this whole thing. She was going to sit here and talk about ghosts like they were real to a couple of nut jobs that were breaking the law in about ten different ways.

"Everything you thought was a story, it probably wasn't." Dean grimaced and almost refused to make eye contact with her.

"What do you mean? Like Bigfoot?" Anna asked with a chuckle.

"No, he's a legend." Dean rolled his eyes like it was such a stupid question.

"Okay so what's real?" She didn't like where this conversation was going.

"Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, Witches, Demons." Dean listed off at a rapid pace. "Oh and Reapers." He smiled.

"Reapers, as in more than one?" Anna took a breath and focused on what she could comprehend.

"All of that and your question is if there is more than one Reaper?" Dean looked confused and a little disappointed.

"You are handling this all very well." Sam spoke slowly like she would bolt at any minute.

"Roll with the punches, take it on the chin and all that." Anna looked at her bottle and started pealing the label off in thin strips. "So all of these things, things we joke about, all of that is real. What does that have to do with you? I mean you guys aren't one of these things right?" She questioned, figuring now would be a good time to clear that all up.

"No." Sam laughed a little but Anna didn't see much humour behind it. "No, we hunt these things, we send them back to wherever they came from."

"Like Hell? Hell is real?" Her voice adopted a slight shake; as much as she talked about going to hell when she died she didn't actually want to go there. Not if it was all the fire and brimstone as the bible described it.

"Yeah, like Hell." Sam nodded and she saw Dean nod along with him.

"So, monsters are real and the things I've been dressing up as on Halloween that's all real and you guys them and kill them and protect people? How in the world did you get started on that?" She asked with one eyebrow cocked so high it almost disappeared into her hairline.

"Our dad." Sam answered. It became clear to Anna that Sam really wanted to share this story while Dean wasn't so sold on the validity of the plan. "See, our mom died when I was a baby, a demon killed her and ever since then our father has been looking for the one that did it. Killing everything that he met along the way. He raised us to do the same."

Anna nodded as she finished her beer.

"Where's your dad now?" She asked looking at Dean to finally speak up.

"He's missing, but he left us a job to do and we are going to get it done." Dean was as stiff as a board and it was blatantly obvious that he was uncomfortable spilling the beans.

"Okay." Anna bobbed her head up and down more out of habit than actual consent to an idea.

"Okay what? Why aren't you freaking out? Why aren't you throwing things around?" Dean demanded as he quickly rose out of his chair and started pacing. "No one takes news like this sitting down like that!" he yelled and Anna sat back a little to move away from the mood he had worked himself into.

"I could throw things around if that would make you feel better but I don't think it's going to help me process this. Dean, I lived in hell for over a decade, I was beaten and raped every day for twelve years. You want me to be surprised that evil exists? It's no surprise to me, I've known for years. The fact that you have fancy names for your evil and you are able to kill them without guilt, well, that's just your benefit." Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about Robbie. "You want a vampire? I watched the blood drain from my body as he cut my skin to ribbons. A werewolf? He bit into my side so hard that I had to get stitches. A witch? He cursed over my head as he beat me because his dinner wasn't ready. A demon? He did all of those things and smiled as he did them. You want a reaper? Because for twelve years my life was in his hands." She took a breath and steadied herself. "Your evils don't scare me, they don't even shock me."