Sam and Dean sneak Venia out of the hospital. Afterwards, they call Bobby, who, sounding quite exasperated, agreed to take a look at the girl. The atmosphere inside the Impala is tense; however, Venia-all traces of nerves vanished- serenely watches the stores and streetlights fly past out the window. Dean and Sam find this odd, why would a demon be fascinated with scenery?
"I'm NOT a demon," she corrects again, refusing to tear her eyes from the window.
They arrive at Bobby's a half hour later. Venia, Dean, and Sam walk in and are immediately greeted by Bobby.
"Hi, boys," Bobby says, eyeing the third party member suspiciously. "What can I do you for?"
"Remember what we talked about on the phone?" Sam says leadingly.
Bobby looks over Sam and Dean's shoulders, "Well? Where is this demon? "
"For the third time, I am not a demon!" someone calls from the other room. Sam and Dean sprint into the living room while Bobby mumbles about them being "idjits."
As they enter the living room, they find Venia stretched out on the couch with one arm dangling off the side, her head slightly turning to face them, "Most. Comfortable. Couch. Ever."
Sam, Dean, and Bobby exchange a questioning glance. They turn back to Venia, who has noticed Bobby for the first time.
She stands and sticks her hand out in front of her. "You must be Bobby. Very nice to meet you, assuming you don't want to kill me. I'm Venia."
Bobby blinks, surprised. "Good to meet you too…?"
"So, uh, why'd you bring me here again?" Venia asks Dean and Sam with an apprehensive edge.
"Just to ask questions," Sam says pacifyingly.
Venia sighs with relief, but then her breathing hitches up.
"C-Castiel?" she asks, looking beyond Dean with shock and horror.
Dean spins around, and sees Castiel standing directly behind him.
"Damn it, Cas!" Dean shrieks, clutching his chest. "How many times have I told you not to do that?"
"Several," Castiel answers flatly. He surveys the room, his eyes landing on Venia; he tilts his head to the side slightly and stares. "Why have you brought that one here?"
"Huh?" Sam asks, looking at Venia then back to Castiel, "You know each other?"
"She—"Castiel is cut off by Venia.
"—she'd like to talk to Castiel elsewhere." Venia finishes, and then rushes out of the room, pulling Castiel along by the arm of his trench coat.
As the door slams closed, Sam and Dean rush towards the window. They both try to make out the words Venia and Castiel say. Venia seems to be pleading, while Castiel just stares at her. Venia turns around and sees them watching. Sam and Dean try to back away but not before she waves an arm at the window curtain so it closes.
When the pair returns, Castiel refuses to speak about the conversation, much to the Winchesters' disappointment.
"Sorry," Venia apologizes with genuine sincerity, "but a secret's a secret."
Castiel leaves, and they drag Venia into a dark room with a single stool in the middle. They sit her down on the stool and she grips the edge tightly.
"I promise we won't hurt you," Sam tries to assure her, but her grip doesn't lighten. "Okay, uh…where do we start?"
Sam looks sheepishly at Dean then back to Venia. She raises an eyebrow, "Do you want to start with what I can do?"
"Yes… right… okay…" Sam, Dean and Bobby mumble together. They've never done a friendly interrogation before, most of theirs consist of threats and holy water splashes.
Dean clears his throat, "Okay, then, go ahead."
"Well, as I'm sure you've figured out, I can read minds. But not all minds… I've got to get to know said mind, to know the person, before it becomes perfectly clear. For instance, with you guys, your thoughts are still clouded to me. Like a car's wind shield in the rain…" She trails off for a moment then continues, "I can also move things telekinetically through my mind, change my appearance to whatever I like, and—"
She cuts herself off.
Sam asks, "What?"
Venia sighs. "I don't like to do it… but, as anyone else can, I'm able to black magic spells. But not… your ordinary type…"
"What are you, some sort of witch or something?" Dean asks.
"No, nowhere close." Venia says, somewhat offended, "And I told you, I don't use it."
"Why not?" Sam asks as Venia bites her lip.
"I just… don't." She answers, but Sam can already tell she's a bad liar. "Look, it's just not any kind of black magic, okay? It's… all the more abnormal." Her chair creaks as she rocks it back and forth. "Can I go sit on the couch? I like it better there."
Sam cocks an eyebrow but looks at Dean with a quick tilt of his head as if to say, 'What's the harm?' Dean, still a little confused and frustrated, shrugs.
"Sure, just let us—" Sam goes to erase a bit of the devil's trap but Venia's already walked out of the perimeter of the it.
All of them gawk at her. She, afraid she's done something, asks, "What?"
"You stepped out of the—"Sam asks, but Venia looks at the ceiling and cuts him off.
"—You mean that thing?" She asks, slightly relived, as she looks back at Sam, "I've told you several times already, I'm not a demon."
She says this as she walks into the living room again and flops on the couch like she owns it. She smiles broadly with her eyes closed, "Mm… this thing is awesome."
Sam furrows his eyebrows. Dean pulls him and Bobby to the corner of the room, purposefully the one farthest from Venia.
"What do you think, Bobby?" Dean asks, "Can't be a demon… can it?"
"Honestly?" Bobby says, "She sure as hell has the powers for it, plus some. But her demeanor… it's so off for a demon."
"But, can't demons just fake it? Lie?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, but what about escaping that trap without a scratch? I don't know what to think." Bobby says.
"And we tried holy water, too." Sam adds.
"Great, so we're back to square one." Dean groans. "No freaking idea."
"What should we do?" Sam asks.
"Stick around for a few days, I guess, keep an eye on her. Get that demon you were after." Bobby suggests.
"Uh, what about her?" Dean asks, "What if she tries to escape?"
"I don't think she's going anywhere." Sam says, looking over Bobby's shoulder at Venia. He walks past Dean and kneels next to the couch, her eyes are closed and her chest moves up and down at a constant, slow pace. "She's sleeping."
Dean walks over briskly, "What?" He looks her over and sighs, "Your right, Sammy. She's out cold."
Sam turns and asks, "You mind if we crash here tonight, Bobby?" He already knows the answer.
"Not at all." He says as Sam goes heading towards the room again. But Dean grabs his arm.
"Whoa, now," Dean says, "We're just going to leave her here?"
Sam looks at Venia and then at Dean, "Mm… yep."
Dean blinks, and continues, "Within killing distance?"
Sam nods, unperturbed, and continues to prepare for bed.
"Bobby?" Dean asks, hoping for some support in backing him up.
"Sorry, Dean," Bobby shrugs. "She just doesn't seem… threatening."
Bobby leaves for his own bedroom, as an annoyed Dean takes one last look at Venia before leaving the room. Sam and Bobby may be convinced of her innocence, but Dean knows one thing for sure: Secrets are never a good thing.