"Does it ever bother you that you're the oldest and yet Sam is taller than you?"

We're sitting in the impala, Sam just ran into the library to take out a book on Indian mythology.

"Are you trying to be annoying or are you ignorant of how annoying you are?"

"I'm just asking, you know, small talk…"

"I don't do small talk sister." The 'sister' part of that statement comes out funny because he realizes a little too late that I am his sister.

"I can tell," I stare at him for a moment, then turn and look out the window. We can play the silent game if he wants to.

"Look… I'm…" He sighed and flipped the radio on.

"It's okay," I mutter back, "You don't have to pretend you feel bad for being rude."

"Well I shouldn't be rude, we're family now. Family is important. I just don't know how much I trust you."

I can tell this is awkward for him to say. His emotions feel like invisible spiders crawling around on bare skin. "You don't have to trust me," I say, "Trust has to be earned, I get that."

"So this whole…. being half angel thing, is it true? Or are you just bullshitting us?"

"I can show you," Now I know what the real issue is, he thinks I'm a liar.

"I don't know if I like the sounds of that. Cas has all these weird angel quirks too, but usually they involve probing people's souls or zapping them to the 1940s."

Cas is Dean and Sam's full blooded angel friend. He's pretty cool, he can teleport, but his people skills are a little…. rusty.

"Can you do any of that stuff or is it different?"

"Well, to be honest, I have no idea. I haven't gotten a full lesson or anything on being an angel. I just know I can do a few things most people can't."

"Care to be more specific?"

"Roll up your sleeve." I know last night he came back from a fight with a few demons and one bashed his arm into a metal railing. There was bound to be a bruise.

"Excuse me?"

"I can heal things, roll up your sleeve. I can heal bruises."

He stared at me, narrowing his eyes, but he did what I said. I placed my hand gently over his skin and closed my eyes. Everything in my mind flashed white for a moment, and my own skin felt like it was burning hot. For a moment there was an intense pain in my lower right forearm, and then it was over. I opened my eyes. "See?"

He looked at his arm and poked at it for a second, "What the Hell…."

"Not lying, see?"

"So you can heal people, and what else exactly?"

"I have a crazy good sense of direction and I can also predict and stop impeding danger. And I may or may not be able to read dreams and feel other people's emotions…."

"Well that's not massively creepy or anything…"

"It proves I'm not a liar though… You don't have to be my biggest fan, but can we at least be friendly?"

"Addison… I just… This isn't a life anyone should have, okay? I can't even understand why you came looking for me and Sam. We're literally impending danger ourselves, didn't your spidey senses tell you that?"

"First, it's Addy. No one ever calls me Addison. And secondly, it's okay. I can handle this crazy life. You don't have to protect me, if anything let me protect you once in a while."

"Sam and I are all we have, it's rough. I mean, if you lose us you're back at square one. So I guess I just feel like you're better off not with us."

"Family is family. If I lose you, either way if I'm with you or not, I won't be any better off emotionally. You two are all I have."

He nodded, staring out the windshield. I felt the awkward spiders coming back. "Just promise me… That you'll be careful. Okay, Ad?"

I tried not to beam too widely. Before I could answer Sam slid back into the car, book in hand.

"We ready to roll?"

"Took you long enough gigantor," Dean grumbled, winking at me in the rear-view. So it did bother him that Sam was taller, good to know.

"I think we're going to have to work this case under cover," Sam said, clicking his seat belt in place as Dean pulled away from the curb. "And I also think this might be a good one for Addy to tag along on, we might be able to use her, uh, angel skills."

"Yeah, why not."

"Sound okay with you?" Sam turned in his seat to look at me.

I nodded, trying not to seem too eager, and he gave me a quick nod of approval.

It seemed like an impossible feat at first, but I was on my way to befriending my big brothers. And being invited on a hunt? Well, that was definitely a start in the right direction.