Sam and Dean waited in the motel room for almost three hours before Tori came back, Sam on his laptop searching the side effects of drugs, his curiosity clearly getting the better of him, and Dean seemingly undecided between watching the crappy tv or pacing around and complaining. By the time she showed up again it was beginning to get dark outside, the cool air blowing through the open window, rapidly cooling down the room. The street lights outside were now the only thing lighting the motel's dark parking lot, the dark grey sky cloudy and dull. Tori looked between them as she walked casually into the room, grabbing her bag from the floor and opening it up on one of the beds. Dean looked from her to Sam, raising an eyebrow at his brother when she didn't say anything. Sam simply shrugged and shook his head, looking about as lost as he was. Dean cleared his throat and slowly got to his feet, folding his arms over his chest. "Where did you go?" He asked her, finally breaking the silence. His tone was flat, his voice giving away that he was obviously not impressed with her.

Tori didn't look away from her bag as she answered. "I had to go out." She stated, her voice calm, not sounding at all bothered about it. "You were being difficult with me and I didn't have the time or the patience to argue with you." She added, now purposely avoiding his stare. Dean wasn't someone she expected she would like when he was angry.

Dean scoffed in disbelief, looking back over his shoulder at Sam for a reaction, getting nothing more than a small shake of his head. "Alright, you know what," Dean began, sounding ready for an argument. "-listen up-"

"No, you listen up." Tori cut him off before he had the chance to say anymore, finally turning to face him. "Okay, I don't understand why you seem to think what I do is any of your business, but I am living my life here, Dean. And if you don't like that, fine, the door is right there, feel free to use it. But you can't just expect me to stay put in a motel room for the rest of my life because you say so." Dean blinked, looking lost for words. He hadn't been expecting that, he hadn't been expecting her to be so argumentative. "I'm gonna take a shower," She continued, her voice now a little calmer. Dean opened his mouth to say something but she carried on before he had the chance to speak. "-I'm not gonna climb out of the window again. But I'm just gonna say, if you think that you're staying in the motel room that I am paying for and throwing your weight around like some kind of prison warden, you can forget it. Either cut me some slack, or you can leave." She paused and shrugged, picking a couple of things from the top of her bag before looking between them slowly. "It's up to you." She finished before turning towards the bathroom and pulling the door closed behind herself.

Sam slowly closed his laptop and got to his feet, moving to stand beside Dean, both their eyes still fixed on the bathroom door. They stood in silence for a couple of minutes, neither really knowing what to say. Sam eventually cleared his throat and looked to his brother. "I think you may have finally met your match with that one, Dean." He said lightly, unable to hold back the small smirk playing on his face.

Dean shook his head. "Right, very funny." He muttered. "What the hell are we supposed to do with her, huh? She apparently has no interest at all in listening to anything we say, she clearly has no intention of giving up the drugs, and we still know absolutely nothing about her. Whatever way you look at this, we're still hauled up with someone who's murdered her parents, and as far as we know, with no good reason."

"C'mon, Dean," Sam said calmly. "-do you really think she's that stupid?" He could see that she had problems, no doubt about it, but he didn't see her as some heartless murderer.

"No, I don't think she's stupid." Dean answered flatly. "I think that she has a drug problem. And I think that people who have drug problems do stupid things."

"Dean." Sam warned, easily seeing how much the whole situation frustrated him. "Take it easy on her, she sure as hell isn't going to listen to us if all we're doing is yelling at her and ordering her around." He reasoned, his voice calm. "Besides, does she really strike you as the cold blooded type? I mean, we've known killers, and we've known evil- I can't see her killing anyone without good reason."

Dean sighed heavily, running a hand over his face and moving to lean against the edge of the table. "So what do we do now?" He asked him. "Stay here tonight and then what?"

Sam shrugged. "I dunno, Dean, but I meant what I said- If she's staying with us, we're gonna have to tell her. We don't have a choice."

Dean shook his head. "Sam, I'm not having this argument." He said blankly. "We're better off waiting until she's better before we tell her anything. I mean, look at her, she's hardly stable, is she? We tell her and she's gonna run off in the opposite direction."

"We don't know that." Sam replied.

"Think about it, Sam, if two guys that you'd know for a day turned around to you and said that they were freakin' demon hunters, what would you think?"

Sam sighed in defeat. "I'd think they were nuts."

"Exactly." He said, pushing up off the table and dropping back into one of the chairs.

"But if she's in this life, Dean, she needs to know what's out there." Sam countered, clearly not satisfied. "Suppose something finds us and she doesn't know, she could get hurt. I mean, like you said the other day at Bobbys- the list of things that want revenge on this family is endless, she's an easy target right now."

"She isn't defenseless, Sam. Take it from me, she's got a mean right hook on her. I mean, you say it like she's some harmless little girl." Dean argued. "Like she couldn't get hurt going to these shady bars every night, hanging out with god knows who, taking whatever it is that she takes."

"That isn't what we're talking about here though, is it?" Underneath Dean's accusation, Sam could hear the underlying tone of protection and concern over her. "And at the end of the day, she's gonna be more pissed that we didn't tell her from the jump than she will be if we tell her now."

"Sam." Dean finally snapped. "I said, I'm not having this argument with you. We're not telling her, end of. We'll tell her when she's ready to know, not when she's on the verge of ditching us anyway."

Sam sighed heavily and shook his head, finally giving in and moving to sit down at the table with Dean. "Alright," He muttered, still clearly annoyed. "-fine."

Tori left the bathroom about ten minutes later, drying the ends of her hair off with a towel. Her black clothes and make up were gone, she was now wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Sam noticed that without the make up and her hair done, she looked so much younger and more vulnerable, she looked like a troubled, exhausted teenager. Her face was softer now than it had been when they'd first met her, the distrust and defensive act she had put on calmed slightly. She dropped down into the empty chair between them and ran a hand over her tired face, rubbing her eyes a little with the back of her hand. "So," Sam began casually, seemingly the only one of them who could be bothered to start up a conversation. "-what was it like? Where you grew up?" He noticed Dean lean forwards slightly, watching her, his interest suddenly peaked.

Tori stopped and looked down at the table top for a few seconds before she answered, her hesitation clear. "It was, nice." She said simply. "Nice area, nice house, nice people."

"Huh." Sam responded, not sounding at all convinced by that. "So, was it just you there or, did you have brothers and sisters?"

"Uh, just me and my parents. We lived in this big house, nice garden, all got along great." She looked between them and managed a small, shaky smile. "Don't feel guilty because of what your dad did." She said softly. "I was fine there, it was a good place to grow up."

Dean's eyes moved from her to Sam, his brother obviously sensing that she wasn't telling them something, the same that he was. "Tori, you still haven't said it." Dean pressed quietly, a hint of accusation in his voice.

Tori looked up at him, a frown forming on her face. "Said what?"

"That you're innocent, that you didn't do it, they're looking for the wrong person.." He trailed off and raised his eyebrows. "You haven't even tried to deny it." She looked away from him and nodded slowly. "Why did you do it?"

Tori took a breath and looked down at her hands, picking the black nail polish from one of her finger nails. She couldn't tell them the truth about why she'd done it, about why she'd ended up the way she had- not when she'd just sat there and lied through her teeth about how great her childhood had been. She didn't want their pity, didn't need them feeling sorry for her or thinking that she blamed their dad for it. All she wanted was to put it behind her. "I really don't wanna talk about it." She answered quietly, hoping that they wouldn't press it any further.

"Tori," Dean continued. "-you have to see this from our point of view. You've murdered two people, and you don't have an explanation, you don't seem to regret it at all, and you don't even look like you're in the area of feeling guilty. Do you get what this looks like?"

She thought about it for a few seconds and nodded. "Yeah," She said slowly. "-I get it. I'm not a monster, I did what I did, but-" She stopped and shook her head. "I can't make you understand it, you're just gonna have to trust me."

"How? We don't even know you- you won't tell us anything about yourself, what the hell are we supposed to think?"

"What do you want from me, huh?" She asked, her tone defeated. "What, you want me to break down and cry and say I wish I hadn't done it? Or do you want me to come out and tell you that I'm some kind of sadistic psychopath? It's done with, and I'm the one that has to live with that, not you." She lowered her voice slightly, calming down. "Look, as for you not knowing anything about me, I'll tell you what you want to know, but you leave family out of it, okay?"

Dean sighed, obviously not happy, but nodded anyway. At least if they knew something about her, even if it wasn't important, it was better than nothing. He glanced over at Sam who was clearly as concerned over the situation as he was, his face holding a small frown. He hadn't anticipated any of this. He'd thought he was getting back his kid sister, some normal, happy, stable girl. Instead they'd found a girl who seemed to have the weight of the world on her shoulders, a girl with a drug problem and a shady past. Something was up with her, and they needed to find out what.

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