"Good question." Dean answered, tossing Castiel's arm over his shoulder and dragging him to the couch.

"I can't stay long. They'll come after me."

"Cas'," I started and the abbreviation rolled off my tongue with ease, "I lost my memories. I..." I looked to Dean. I hadn't confessed this part, "I know about Sam & Deans lives before I met them as though it was a tv programme I used to watch but the last 7 years of my life are gone. I got a phone call this evening. It could be anything but I keep seeing this face..."

I tried to think how to describe the face but Cas' fingertips were on my temple, white light blinded me and white noise filled my ears. When he let go, Cas' looked mad. Scary angry mad. He disappeared.

"Cas'!" Dean hollered, looking up, as annoyed as I was that he was gone without telling us what he now knew. And then Dean's anger moved over to me...

"Oh don't give me that look. What was I supposed to say?"

"How much do you know?" he said with dead eyes.

"How much have you hidden from me?"

"Damnit, Veronica!"

We hadn't fought yet, and hearing my full name announced made me angry that he was angry.

"What does it matter Dean?"

"It matters –"

"And how was I supposed to explain it? What delicate way was I to put it?"

"Angels are involved now! Do you know – Oh wait, you do! You decided not to tell me."

"I repeat, how was I supposed to –"

"You managed fine just now."

"Do you have any idea how ridiculous I felt? I mean, you heard it, right?"

"That doesn't matter!" He was in my face now, "I need to know something like that."

"Well now you do." I growled.

We stood, less than an inch apart glaring at each other.

"I'm going to call Sam, and you're going to tell us both what you know." He said carefully before moving tot he phone.

"Is this an interrogation now?"

"Yes." He barked. His eyes were burning with hurt. In his mind I'd betrayed him. To Dean Winchester, that's about as low as a person can get. I took a breath, counted to ten and moved to the kettle. Tea. I needed tea. Drinking it is fine but the real soothing comes from making it. By the time I was done Sam was knocking on the door. Dean and I raced to it but I got there first. Sam looked... dishevelled. I smiled and winked at him, making him clear his throat as he stepped inside. Dean looked between us and I saw him hide a smile behind his hand. Same parked himself on a chair at the dining table.

While I'd been making tea, I mentally listed everything I knew about them in chronicle order.

Men of Letters.

Mary's family.

Jessica.

Yellow eye's plan for Sam.

Meg.

Samuel Colt's legacy.

Ruby.

Lilith.

Hell.

Castiel.

Breaking of the seals.

Jo & Hellen

Vessels

Half brother.

No soul.

Lisa.

Leviathans

Bobby

Purgatory

Kevin

Amelia

And I relayed it to them almost perfectly. They sat in a reflective silence afterword.

"So what did you hide from me?" I asked when the question began to burn.

"Men of Letters." Sam started and Dean looked like he would kick him. "May as well."

"Sam the demon blood junkie." Dean smiled at his brother. There was nothing welcoming about it.

"Dean the soul torturer in Hell." Sam retorted with a similar smile, making Dean's features more menacing.

"Sam the man with no soul. At all."

"Blood thirsty Dean brings back a vampire from purgatory."

"Guys." I commanded attention. "This is not a competition for who has done worse things than who."

They looked away from each other and avoided looking at me. It was getting light outside. I got up and went to bed without a word. I couldn't believe he was still mad at me – like I asked to know what I knew.

I woke up as Dean's form bent the mattress and I smelled bacon. He sat a cup of tea on the unit next to me along with a plateful of toast bacon and scrambled eggs. I licked my lips.

"I'm sorry." He said as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Yeah me too." I said over his shoulder. We pulled away and I looked at him.

"You haven't slept."

He shook hi head. I pulled the corner of his side back and decided, "You sleep. I'll eat."

He pulled his shoes off and crawled in. I ate with my left hand and scratched his head lightly until he slept. I could tell by the snores.