The next day, Dean woke up to Lizzy in the kitchen, in jeans, a blue tank top, a simple wing shaped necklace, a clauggdah ring, a single bracelet, and a wing set of ears that matched the necklace. A simple watch was on her right wrist. No one else was up.

"Do you ever sleep?" He muttered as he shuffled past her to get coffee. She had made that as well.

"Yes." She said quickly as she moved past him to get the eggs. She continued to make pancakes, eggs, bacon and everything else. "I expect Kevin in..." She glanced at her watch, holding onto the spatual in it. "Five... Four... Three... Two..."

"Good morning. Is there coffee? What are you making?" The asian man shuffled in, fully dressed,but still yawning. He stared at Dean, in his shorts and black shirt. She glanced at where Kevin was looking and winked at the asian.

"Pancakes, eggs and bacon. Can't you smell?" She asked with a smile. Dean leaned against the counter as she cooked. He sipped his coffee as he watched. She smiled at him. "See told ya. So Kevin, how many pancakes? I've got a stack started there." She pointed to a plate with a large cover on top, using the spatual. Kevin's eyes lit up as he moved past her to get plates, butter, jam, and he syrup. She was to busy with her cooking to notice exactly what was going on. Crowley had come down and was standing at the door.

"Crowley, stop sulking." Dean snapped as he pushed off from the counter and walked past the man to sit at the counter next to Kevin. She turned to look at Crowley.

"Hey there, Mr. C. If you wanna try some, there's going to be plenty. You might not want to eat, being a Demon and all." She spoke as the rest came into the room. The long steps of Sam were the easiest to hear. They were, sadly, the slowest. Sam was still off, so the rest they were having was a good thing. Castiel was just behind them, and seemed a little happy to be smelling food.

"What are we having?" The former angel chirpped up. He seemed oddly happy. "I like bacon!" He added as he hurried past Sam to get a plate, and start getting way to many pancakes.

"Castiel, if you eat to much you are going to get fat. Fat is not a good thing." Lizzy admonished the angel.

"But I like food!" The angel growled as he grabbed the food, and moved to sit down at the bar. She continued to cook as Sam shuffled up.

"Thank you for cooking." Sam said as he grabbed food. She glanced at him with a smile.

"No problem Sam. Have as much as you want." She added with a smile. Sam nodded and made his way to the counter to eat. Dean hadn't gotten food yet, but she kept cooking. She expected lots of food to be eaten. "So I've got important things happening today. I got a call a little while ago. The people I've been waiting for are on their way. There's a fallen angel with them. They are coming soon. I think within the next few hours. I'm sorry if your not going to like it. We need their help." She said glancing at them.

"Woh. Who said you could bring people here?" Dean stood up and walked towards her. She arched an eyebrow.

"I did. We need their help. We can trust them. Close family and friends who can help. My brother's Michael and Jared, and Jared's girlfriend. A close friend of mine, and her Mother." The woman said quickly. "We need more than us. Most of us are wounded, or unsure of themselves." She glanced across the group. "We need people who are fresh, who can pick us up and keep us going. My friend's a healer, and so is Jared's girl." She added calmly. The dark hair was brushed back away from her face and left some egg in it.

"I don't like it." Dean growled.

"I know, but we need them. Jared and Trish will only be here long enough to check in. They have to report back to Mom and Dad." She looked at Dean now, square on. The food was sizzling in the pans next to her and yet some how, he managed to wonder if maybe staring her down was a bad idea.

"This is my family your taking over." Dean snapped at her.

"I'm not taking over. I'm making it so your life is a little easier. Weather you like it or not Dean Winchester, you need me." Sam had stood up at this point, and was coming closer.

"Guys, I don't Th-" Sam started to say but was cut off.

"Shut up Sam!" She snapped.

"Shut up Sam!" Dean snapped at the same time. Sam raised his hands and backed up. He glanced at Crowley, who smirked at him.

"Could you two get a room? I am eating here." Crowley spoke with a smirk. He still had his sass. They both looked over at the demon, and he leaned back. "Relax, pups. Just in jest." He raised his hands, most of his second plate finished. Dean turned back to Elizabeth who smiled at him.

"They are coming. This place can hold up to fifty people. It's empty, and we need help. You can't deny that." She turned back to the food as she smelt the bacon burning, and finished the pan. With that she shut off that one burner and put it in the sink, ignoring Dean as he glared at her.

"Dean, I believe the human female is correct. That and as far as I've seen, you can not win against her." Dean turned to look at Castiel as the angel spoke, and motioned for him to shut up. Sam and Kevin laughed and Dean grabbed food and walked off, moving into the dining area, annoyed at everyone. She smiled a little, as she competely finished up. The entire group stayed quiet about Dean snarling at her, and started to talk among themselves. She ignored them all as she continued to clean the dishes. She was drying when the sound that had brought her to their little circle sounded through the building. She grinned as the plate was placed, and then she was moving, fast, past them to the door, a half grin on her face. Dean was close behind her as she ripped open the heavy door and was enveloped by a very tall brown haired man who held her close.

"Sis. How are you?" The man said as Dean stared at the group. The two big guys had to be her brothers. One of them had a blonde on his arm and a bag in the other. Then there were two other women. A petite black haired woman with sharp blue eyes, and a woman who was obviously a fallen angel, from her odd way of moving her head. Dean stared at them all as Elizabeth and the brother thatw as holding onto her and talking into her hair chattered on.

"Hi. I'm Jared. She hasn't seen Michael in ages. This is my fiance, Trish. That's Abby, and her mom Viomi." The big man held out his hand as he dropped his bag. Dean took the man's hand and shook it as he looked at the vehicle's behind them. Two big trucks, one was brown, the other black, and had to be from the eighties. Then a third car, a '65 Mustang sat just next to the white Charger. The big man glanced behind him at what Dean was looking at.

"Those are our babies. Mike's is black. Mine's the brown. Abbs is that cute little yellow thing." Trish said with a smile. Abby just nodded at him, and Viomi didn't even seem to react. Suddenly the second man detached himself from Lizzy.

"Hi. I'm Michael. Don't much care what you call me." He held out his hand, and again Dean took it, but before Dean could glare at Lizzy she was hugging and screaming at Trish and Abby, who were all bouncing up and down in a circle. Viomi looked confused.

"Come on in. She let us know you were coming, but I thought that you were coming later." Dean added, his voice calm. The two boys nodded, and let Dean lead the way inside. Well this was going to be interesting, wasn't it?