Bobby flipped a pancake in the air, catching it expertly in his old frying skillet. The steam coming off the breakfast food was mouth-watering and it did not take long for all three of the hunter's guests to dribble into the room. Bela blinked at them all through bleary, sleep-filled eyes and Dean could not help but laugh at her bed head.

"So, I guess you really are human." Dean said in mock surprise.

Bela glared. "Wait until I've had some coffee, then I'll have a proper response to that."

Sam took a seat at the table, laying his head against his hands, eyes closed. "I - thought you Brits were into the tea thing." He said through a wide yawn.

"I hate that stuff. Not enough caffeine." The woman replied caustically.

"Well, excuse me-e-e." Sam waved a hand in the air to accompany his sarcastic tone.

Bobby rolled his eyes to the ceiling, stirring a pan of scrambled eggs. The man had no idea how he was going to put up with these three if they chose to stay long term. It was bad enough that Bela was there, but there was something off with Dean - he would have to talk to the boy about it before long. There could be no secrets between them if Bobby was going to help Sam.

Once everyone had eaten, a drank at least a cup of coffee, they sat around the kitchen table in silence. Bobby knew it was time to tell them what he had learned after a late night of studying.

"I found something out about that pouch of yours. There's not more lore on it, but what there is…well it's pretty amazing." Bobby shook his head. "The consistent story revolves around a fallen angel sent by god to save a lost soul. I'm not sure exactly what is IN the pouch - none of the books could name it - but there were side affects that were listed."

"Let me guess, they matched mine." Sam interrupted.

"Yes. The fallen angel used the contents of the pouch to kill the demon, permanently, and restore the host body to it's previous health. Entirely. That includes mentally. The human had no memories of the tortures committed by the demon and no physical scars."

"That's what happened to Sammy alright. Why haven't we heard of this stuff before?" Dean asked dryly. "We sure could have used it."

"It was believed to be destroyed or out of power. Something. The books aren't quite sure." Bobby motioned towards Bela with one hand. "It's probably out of juice now if everything you told me is true."

"Damn. Too bad." Dean slapped his palm against the table. "Do you know if there's any more of this magic dust?"

"No. Only the one legend." Bobby answered with a shrug. "But who really knows. This is some pretty ancient lore we're talking about."

Dean scrunched up one side of his face as he thought this through. "Bobby, you said all this voodoo stuff revolves around an angel that fell…by gods order? Are we going to believe that? I mean, angel? That's pretty far out there."

"Hey, I've seen weirder things than that." Bobby said, failing to elaborate.

Bela shifted in her chair, itching to move forward. She felt a sting of regret knowing now what a priceless artifact she had sacrificed. She bit the corner of her lip.

"How long are you boys planning on staying?" Bobby asked, shooting Bela a sideways look without including her in the question.

Dean rubbed a hand over his eyes and exhaled heavily. "I'm not sure. Another day at least, it really depends on if we find us another hunt sooner rather than later."

"Oh, joy." Bela spoke up, her voice flat. "A hunt."

"Nobody's forcing you to stay here." Sam pointed out. "Tell us what you want and you can be on your way…or you can just leave."

"I, for one, don't know exactly what kind of compensation you boys have to offer and I have serious doubts that you're competent enough to recognize a good steal when you've got it. I'm staying until I see something worth your life." She looked at Sam. "Because that is what I saved."

"You need to stop with that arrogant bullshit." Bobby told the woman matter-of-factly. "After all the things these boys have done, they deserve to be cut a break. They've saved your life before."

"Heard about that, have you?" Bela asked with a frown. "Well…." Her voice trailed off as she failed to find a proper excuse in her mental arsenal. "I'm complicated."

"To put it mildly." Dean agreed, taking a sip of his cold coffee. "Sam, why don't you go see if there's anything hopeful on the news waves, me and Sunshine here are going to go stock up the Impala."

Bela grudgingly followed Dean outside as Sam and Bobby got to work looking for possible leads for a new hunt. Outside the cool air was off set by warm sunlight making the shadowed porch chilly. The Impala shone darkly in the front yard where she sat on the grass.

"I hope you know what you're doing." Bela was not even sure she should have spoken up, but her heart was heavy with a responsibility she did not know how to dislodge. She didn't look at Dean, giving him an out should he choose to ignore her words.

"I know." He replied grimly. "Going into a hunt or anything else while still this messed up…I want you to stay."

Bela wanted to shake her head, demand some money and run like hell. She didn't. Something compelled her to turn to him, meet his brilliant green eyes and change her mind.

"Give me time to think about it." She answered.

Dean cleared his throat as he threw open the back door behind the driver's seat. "Don't tell Sam."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Her threatening tone was more automatic than intentional. "Your fee just doubled."

Dean winced, but he had been expecting that and was ready to cough up whatever she planned to take from them. It was important that he know someone could look after Sam - or at least keep him alive - should the hunt turn south. Dean knew for certain that he could not be relied on, the flashbacks, guilt and horror were getting worse by the hour and he was almost certain he was suffering from shock and PTSD.