Thalia burst into the motel room grinning like a crazy lady. Dean was kneeling in front of Sam with a stern look of concentration painted on his handsome face. With a steady hand he was pulling a needle through Sam's chest. Thalia set the shopping on the small table provided by the room and began to unpack. "Dean, is pie alright?"

He temporarily lost focused and turn to smile at her, his eyes bright with joy, "Is it Pecan?" Thalia mentally slapped herself, damnit.

She shook her head and replied "Apple."

Dean gave her an approving nod and turned his focus back to Sam whilst whispering "Love me some pie."

Thalia was curled up on her bed when she decided to do some that some late night reading was in order. Whipping out her new book Thalia prompted herself up against her pillow and commenced reading. Not even halfway through the first sentence when Sam's horrified voice broke her retrieve. "Please tell me that isn't a Supernatural book?" Dean stopped chewing mid-mouthful to cast an equally horror-struck expression in her direction.

Thalia, despite being on the first page, dog-eared and closed the book looking over at Sam. "Yeah, this guy at the store gave it to me."

"Alright this is going to sound really awkward, but could you not read that?" Sam said uncomfortably.

"Why?" Suddenly it dawned on her, "They're real? These books are actually about you?" Dean nodded and Sam did too. With a sparing a thought for Jamie, she through the book in the bin, Thalia shuddered at the idea of someone writing a book about her past. "That's so invasive…"

"You don't know that half." Sam said groaning.

"He was married to fangirl!" Dean pointed teasingly at Sam who looked as though it was something he'd rather forget.


The next morning they checked out at 7a.m. and loaded back into the Impala. Thalia was slightly more at ease around the boys, having sleep in the same room as them overnight. She'd only woken up twice, but she hadn't had anymore nightmares. That in its self was a ray of sunshine. It was overcast and cold outside.

They pulled up in front of a local clothes store in the middle of town. According to the boys Thalia needed to get kitted out in 'FBI' gear so that she could pass as an agent. She hopped out of the Impala alongside the boys. Sam separated from her and Dean, something to do with getting hold of a badge.

Thalia was left with Dean. He took her into an old shabby charity shop. Upon entering, Dean crinkled his nose and made a comment that earned him a death stare from the lady behind the till. Thalia found herself smiling as she noticed the tiny little freckles that dotted his face.

"Sorry," He called to the angry lady, who was galring at him through her half circle glasses, which were balanced on a hooked nose that resembled a beak. Dean frowned playfully at Thalia. "Let's get you a suit!" He clapped and then rubbed his big hands together.

They began rifling through the clothing rails trying to scrounge something that might pass as FBI chic. "It smells like mothballs…" Dean complained; he managed to whisper this time.

Thalia rolled her eyes. She'd managed to round-up a few items of clothing that might look half decent. "Come on," She sighed. With-out thinking about what she was doing she grabbed Dean's paw of a hand and dragged him over to the single changing cubicle the shop provided. Half way there she realised what she was doing. Thalia yearned to drop it. But she'd done this. Breathe Thalia. You're freaking out over nothing again. Dean is Dean, he's nothing bad. He's good, he isn't going to hurt you. The rational part of her mind said as it attempted to sooth her nerves. But then the nasty side of her mind decided to speak up, it'd been dormant for a good two days and it was back with a vengeance. Look at how pathetic you are. It sneered malevolently at her, so scared of men and to pathetic to do anything but cower. You disgust me… are you really that fucked that you can't trust a man who saved the world? That's just pitiful…

"Let go of her hand you Buffoon!" A shrill shriek brought Thalia back to the present. A small old lady in a blue wig was screaming at Dean, who looked frozen between fear and hysterics. "The poor girls having a panic attack!" The woman started shaking her cane at Dean and inching forward towards him.

"I'm fine." Thalia managed to reassure the woman as she caught her breath. The woman ran a beady eye over Thalia before shrugging. She returned to her perch at the till.

"What was that?" Dean whispered.

"I have my issues, I'm sure you have yours." She muttered before slipping into the changing room to fast to hear Dean mutter you don't know the half of it.

A few moments later Thalia emerged. She was draped in a baggy suit jacket and a white blouse that was too thins and tight in all the wrong places. Not to mention that the trousers were an awful affair; flared and mismatched with the jacket. "Dean, this is useless!" She wined, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "These were the smallest suit pieces I could find! Everything else is going to be massive on me!"

"You're right, it's absolutely useless." Cooed a familiar British accent, not dissimilar to her own.

Dean whirled around to glare at the demon, the only one that didn't completely terrify Thalia. She didn't like him, and she trusted him as far as she could throw him, but he didn't scare her in the same way the others did.

"Crowley what are you doing here?" Dean demanded as he jumped up from his seat, ready for trouble at a moments noticed. To her surprise, Thalia realised that Dean was also familiar with the king of hell.

Crowley ignored Dean. Calmly he turned to Thalia, producing a large sum of money from the pocket of his black coat. "There's a Debenhams across the street. Go by something more convincing." Why did he always sound so conversational and relaxed? It infuriated Thalia. He was a mass murderer, a fucking demon! And yet he managed to sound like a chatty soccer mum half the time.

"I don't want your money Crowley." Snarled Thalia,

"Now is that anyway you to talk to your saviour?" He laughed.

Her cheeks flared red with anger and she stomped over to him. Thalia snatched the cash from his hand and growled "You didn't save me." Before she trudged over to the door.


"I beg to differ! Crowley called after her, a massive smirk plastered onto his face. His smile faded and his expression clouded over with a sudden seriousness. He plopped himself down on the chair besides Dean, who, was practically eye murdering him.

"What do you want Crowley?" Dean sounded tired. There was rarely a time when he didn't sound like that anymore.

"Why do I have to want something to pay my favourite Winchester a visit?" He winked at Dean before bring a finger to his lips, "Shhh, don't tell moose." Crowley whispered, winding Dean Winchester up was one of his favourite pass times.

Beginning to stand, Dean glared down at the 'King of Hell', "Look if you're just here to waste my time-"

"Alright, alright. Sit down!" Crowley grumbled and yanked Dean back into the seat. "It's about Thalia."

"What about her?"

"She's in danger. Abbadon's decided that she wants her, so I need you and moose to make sure she doesn't get her."

"Why does Abbadon want her?" Dean asked. Crowley couldn't help smirk at the strain and fear in Dean's voice. He would never understand the humans need to protect people that had not use to him.

"All I know is that if Abbadon wants Thalia, then I want to make sure she can't have her." Crowley vanished then. The Winchester's were aware of the threat, and for now, that was all they needed to know.


On her way back to the thrift shop Thalia noticed Dean leaning against the door of the Impala. He was halfway through some kind of Sub and alone.

"What did Crowley want?" Thalia asked as she approached.

Dean glanced up from hi sub, "Uh nothing." He answered too fast. Thalia grimaced; there was obviously something that he wasn't telling her. "How do you know Crowley? Or is that just another of your many mysteries?" He asked.

Thalia grinned at him, wiggled her eyebrows and slid into the car.

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