Luna looked up from the grimoire she was studying, to see Sam licking her thumb and flipping a page, Dean frowning at what he was reading and the angel, Cas staring intently at the page in front of him. She put her book down and said: "You guys are amazing. Instead of threatening me, torturing me or simply killing me, you help me do research." Dean, looking glad to have a break, raised his eyebrows. "Why on Earth would we want to do any of those things? It's clear you don't know, or you would have released Abigail by now. And killing would be very unhelpful. Besides, the research still needs to be done." Luna smiled at him. "Well, I for one, am glad the stories aren't true." Dean blinked at her. "What stories?" Luna blushed. "The ones that say you two are coldblooded killers, who kill you before asking questions." Dean chuckled. "We learned that doing that is the sure way to have to do all the research on your own... Cas?" The angel looked up. "Hm? What is it, Dean?" Luna loved his deep, gravelly voice and beautiful blue eyes. "If we could get you the hexbag, could you figure out a counter curse?" Cas looked thoughtful. "Maybe." Dean closed his book with a snap. "Well, then I'm off to the motel, see if I can find it." Luna couldn't blame him for trying to get out. Research was boring! "Wait..." She suddenly remembered something. "Try looking in your jacket pockets. You bumped into the sidetable there. That was where I last saw the hexbag. It might have fallen into your pocket then." Dean looked at her appreciatively. "Good call, Luna." He winked at her and left. Luna felt a swooping sensation in her stomach and she let out her breath in a shaky sigh. "Really, Sam, is it mandatory for your family and friends to be so handsome? I mean, you, the male you, and Dean gave me weak knees, and now Cas as well." Sam blushed, but Luna pressed on, not noticing the tilt of Cas' head or the small smile he gave her. "I wonder if all Winchesters and honorary Winchesters are such lookers." Sam had turned very red by now and just mumbled.
Cas sniggered and answered for him. "I have seen both their father and their paternal grandfather, when they were not much older than Sam is now, and I must concur. The male Winchesters are blessed with very good looks. As for my looks, I'm sorry to say, that is just my vessel. I am blessed with a vessel that has very nice genes." Luna burst out laughing. "I like you, Cas. Is that short for something?" Sam cleared her throat, looking happy at the change of subject. "It stands for Castiël. That is his real name, but Dean, being Dean, has shortened it." Luna looked at Cas. "Why? I think it's a pretty name." Cas smiled at her, and her stomach did a flip. "I don't know. I think it's a sign of affection. He calls his brother Sammy sometimes, even though he prefers to be called Sam. Which I think is odd, because his full name is Samuel." Sam threw him a bitchface. "I don't want to be called that. Samuel was a grade A bastard!" That was the moment Dean chose to walk back in. "Geez Sammy, lighten up. The guy is dead." Sam shot him a glare. "He was still a bastard and I don't want to be reminded of him." Dean shrugged off his jacket. "Allright already. Don't bite my head off. Are you on your period or something?" Sam blanched instantly. "Oh. My. GOD!" she uttered. Dean stepped up to her, putting a worried hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" She looked at him, helpless. "I'm going to have those now, aren't I?" Dean blinked, and Luna wasn't sure wether he would start laughing of freak out. "That's ok, Sam, really. It won't be fun, and it will be icky, but it only happens once even 28 days." Sam looked at her uncertainly, and Luna thought she had eased her mind a bit, but then Cas had to chime in. "The average human female has her period for about four to five days. During that time you will lose about 60 to 75 milliliters of fluïd." Sam turned green. "Oh... GOD!" Luna glared daggers at Cas. "Not to worry, honey. We'll break the hex before you have to go through that, promise." Dean, who looked about as bad as Sam did, placed the purple hexbag on the table. "Yeah, Sammy. I got the bag, so you'll be back to your sasquatch self in no time. Here, Cas. Have a go!" Cas, looking bewildered, took the bag and opened it. "Hm. Mainly herbs... A scroll... I think I will have to look something up at the Bunker." And with that he was gone. "Is he alway like that?" Luna asked the Winchesters. "Like what? Socially awkward? Pretty much. It used to be worse, right, Sam?" Sam just nodded. "Did you just call me 'honey'?" she asked.
Luna looked awkward. "I guess I did... I just reacted like my mom used to, whenever me or my sister were almost freaking out." Dean looked thoughtful. "I think it's a woman thing. Whenever another woman or a child looks scared, they go 'honey' or 'sweetheart' to them. It seems to comfort. I watched Lisa do that a few times." Sam looked at him, worried that he still couldn't say Lisa's name without getting that haunted look for a second. "Yeah. Jess used to do that a lot too, with guys also. I guess it's a protective instinct or something." Luna pulled a face. "Oh Gods! I'm sixteen and now I'm already mothering?" That did it. Sam burst out laughing. "Don't worry, I think it really is an instinctive reaction to anyone being hurt or scared. And besides, I think you would be a great mom." She stuck out her tongue. "Well, then I'll be a motherhen. Iced tea anyone?" she snapped and stalked into the kitchen. Dean watched her go. "Man, I really hope we can reverse this thing before you get a period. I'd hate to be on a hunt and you get all moody and stuff." At that time, Cas appeared again. "Moody? Why would Sam be moody?" Dean jumped. "Geez Cas! Cough or something. Did you find anything?" Cas dropped the hexbag on the table again. "A bit. It does do what the girl said, but I couldn't find a reverse spell or anything like that." Sam's face fell. "That doesn't mean there is no way to reverse this." Cas quickly added. Dean felt disappointed too, and as usual, he vented it by getting sarcastic. "That's just peachy. Well, only good thing is that that Hell monkey Crowley doesn't know this." Sam and Cas gasped. "Dean!" they called in unison. Dean looked surprised. "What?" Sam rolled her eyes. "You don't even realise you're doing it, do you?" Dean blinked. "What's Squirrel doing this time?" a smooth voice with a British accent asked. Cas jumped in front of everyone, slipping his Angelblade out. "Back down, Castiël." Crowley said, smoothing his lapel. "I just have some questions for the Hardy boys." He looked around. "So, Squirrel, where's Moo.. Ooo. Oook. Ook ook ook." In front of their astounded eyes, Crowley had turned into a monkey. Albeit one with firey eyes and a tail that ended in a three pronged fork. Cas threw Dean an exasperated look. "Well. There you have your Hell monkey, Dean." The little critter climbed up the table and sat there eyeing them all with a nasty look.
Luna came in the livingroom with a tray of iced tea. "I thought I heard Castiël return, so I... What in the name of everything is that?!" Sam took the tray. "That is the result of my brother, not being able to mind his tongue. It used to be the King of Hell, but thanks to Dean, it is now a Hell monkey." Luna sat down. "I'm going to need therapy after this..." Cas picked up the monkey, which hissed evily at him. "I will take this thing to the bunker and put it in the dungeon for now." He bent down and picked up the clothes that were lying there. "And these too. If we reverse the spell, I really do not wish to see Crowley without his usual suit and tie." With at, he was gone again. Luna looked at Dean. "You have a dungeon?" He nodded. "And Cas is going to put the King of Hell in the dungeon?" Sam drank her iced tea. "He won't mind... much. He's been there before. Several months actually. Which makes me wonder, Dean. You think that Hell monkies will be held by a Devilstrap?" Luna took a gulp of iced tea. Dean chuckled. "I don't know, Sammy. But Cas will find out for us, so no worries." With the flutter of wings, Cas returned, sporting a nasty scratch on his cheek. "That took care of that for now. I would advice you, Dean, to really watch your tongue from now on. I am glad the Devilstrap works on Hell spawned animals too. Crowley was in a foul mood." He put his finger on his cheek and healed himself. "Ohhhh okaaayyy... That is handy. But seriously guys... I'm having a little difficulty here." Luna gasped. Dean looked at her sympatheticly. "With what? The fact that there are demons and angels? That's just normal folk on steroids, so to say. Actually, most angels are really di..." "Dean!" Sam yelled. Dean blinked. "... Not very nice." he amended. Cas breathed in relief. "Close call, brother. I'm betting Cas would rather not find half his siblings turned into genatalia." Sam grinned. "You are right, Sam. That would be very unsettling." Cas tilted his head. "Should I stay around, to keep you from running your mouth, Dean?" Dean frowned. "No. I can manage, don't worry." Luna watched them banter. "Actually..." she interupted. "... I'm having the most difficulties with how casually you are dealing with this. That monkey was The King. Of Hell. And you just chuck him in a dungeon you have, which is apparently built to hold devils and such." Dean beamed at her. "Yup." She shook her head. "And you're not worried that his minions will come looking for him?"
