"What the hell, Dean?" Sam yelled at as soon as the door slammed shut.

Dean walked past Sam with a heavy sigh, marching over to the mini fridge to get himself some Scotch.

"Listen, Sammy," Dean said, pouring himself the drink. He paused, turned back to Sam and said before raising the glass to his lips, "We're going to kill her."

"Dean, she saved Cas!" Sam protested.

"I agree with Dean," Cas interjected.

"Cas!" Sam whined.

"She may have brought my spiritual powers back, but she is the one who took them away firstly," Cas explained, "In addition, she murdered ten angels. She is not innocent, Sam."

Sam sighed, knowing that he was on the verge of losing this battle already. But for some reason he just knew that killing the girl Brittney was a bad move. But how could he convince them, especially Dean?

Brittney had stopped pounding against the impermeable door and started trying to be useful with the precious time she had left.

Of course she had been in tighter fixes before...or had she?

She began examining each corner of the room, searching for an air duct or some sort of alternative exit. But there was nothing.

She refused to give up, though.

Brittney calmed herself and steadied her breath.
You're ok, she told herself, You got this.

She began to tap at each wall in different places, looking for a hollow place in which she could break down and make an attempt at an escape.

Best case scenario: She broke a few bones and got out to see another day.
Worst case: Dean Winchester got his hands on her.

"Ok, ok!" Sam persisted, "But she knows stuff! Like, why she killed those angels or why she's looking over us. I mean, we're the first to know that angel's aren't the most trustworthy creatures—no offense, Cas—and so maybe she was in the right? Maybe they were attacking her? And she's already saved our neck three times! That has to be worth something, no matter what the context!"

"Why are you so adamantly on her side, anyway? Huh?" Dean suddenly leered.

Sam pursed his lips and took a deep breath, avoiding Dean's scrutinizing eyes. When he looked at him like that it felt like he had done something wrong even though he knew he hadn't.
"Look," Sam started, trying to remind himself that this was the correct opinion and that he was innocent, "I just don't think it's in our best interest to kill her right now."

"Why not?!" Dean yelled, "Because she saved us a few times—two of those times because I wanted her to, none the less!—and because she undid something awful and unexplainable to Cas that she inflicted in the first place?!"

"No!" Sam yelled back, "Because we can't explain what she did to Cas, but she can! She could be an asset!"

Brittney stopped when she heard the yelling outside of the door.

She immediately quit her futile attempt at breaking out and redirected her efforts on trying to hear the conversation that was occurring only a few yards away.
She grabbed a glass that was laying on the extra desk and pressed the opening to the surface of the door, resting her ear on the butt of the glass.

She listened silently, trying to silence her breath and slow her heartbeat as she learned that one of the Winchesters was actually trying to fight for her freedom.
Or, something close to it.

"Sam," Cas interrupted, "I understand what you are saying."

"You do?" Sam asked incredulously.

"You do?" Dean said, equally as surprised.

"Yes," Cas continued, "However, I cannot allow her to continue walking this earth. She is a scoundrel and a murderer and she should be brought to justice—"

"But it's not justice, Cas!" Sam interrupted, "Because you don't know her side of the story!"

"Fine!" Dean said, grimacing as he downed the rest of the Scotch before slamming the glass down on a table, "Let's go get her side of the story, then."

At this news, Brittney immediately backed away from the door.

She quickly repositioned the glass to where she had found it before concentrating her complete energy on calming down.

This was the worst case scenario. Dean Winchester was now opening the door and she would have to take that long walk back to the chair where she would die.

Oh, why had she been so stupid and taken away the angel's powers? If it was the one thing The Instructor had emphasized when she was given her assignment it was to not mess with Dean's angel unless you wanted to deal with him!
And now she would.

And then she did relax.

Because she would die.
It would be over.
Her muscles started to relax as Dean opened the door, Sam and Cas over his shoulder.

"Come here," Dean barked out to the cowering girl.

She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders and walked past them to the chair of death.

Brittney sat down willingly, to much of the boys' surprise.

"What," a small voice squeaked out, unafraid.

"Why did you kill the angels?" Cas demanded.

"And how?" Dean added.

She was silent for a moment, looking to each one of the their faces. She was surprised beyond words. She had been prepared to die, but they had just wanted to know why those dumbass angels had died at her hand.

Now, without death tickling her lips she felt the sickening will to live crawl back up inside her. She gulped, knowing that her next choice of words would mean life or death.

"I was told to," she replied, knowing that sticking to the bare minimum of the truth was always the best course.

"By who," Dean prompted.

She looked down at the number on her right arm that Dean had threatened her with only minutes ago.

Dean followed her eyesight and pointed to her wrist, "Who are they?"

She looked up at his eyes, trying to act as innocent as possible, and then back down to the ground.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, "Don't worry I'm not going to stab your hand again. Or punch you!"

Sam did a double-take at his brother at these words, almost shouting, "You what?!"

"Well I had to get the information out of her somehow!" Dean explained much to no effect.

"She appears unharmed," Cas observed.

"Yeah, she's pretty tough, I gotta admit," Dean lowly muttered to the two.

"No, I mean," Cas explained, walking over to Brittney and lifting up her left hand to the brothers, "she is unharmed."

The hand was completely healed.

Sam and Dean gaped at it for a little longer than a moment.
Quickly, Dean walked over to Brittney as well and held the hand. It was soft, pale, and completely stab-wound-free.
He then grabbed her chin and tilted it up to examine the cheek he had punched. It had a small, naturally flushed, and flawless. It looked like it hadn't been punched a day in its life.
Somehow, she had healed.

"I'll be damned," Dean whispered.

Brittney snapped her head from out of his hand and stared up at the awe-struck eyes with much disdain.
She didn't like to be handled like some science experiment.

Sam hesitantly approached her, and asked calmly, "How did you do that?"

She stared up at him, knowing that her fate was sealed. They would never excuse not killing a freak.

Just then, a cell phone rang and made all four of them jump a little from the unexpected break in tension.

Sam reached into his pocket and hit the "ACCEPT CALL" button.

"Hello?...Hey, Garth..." Sam talked into the speaker, looking over to Dean with a frown, "A case in Minnesota?..." Sam's head swirled over to Dean, his eyes suddenly wild as his calm voice repeated, "Are you sure about that?...Ok...Yeah, we'll leave now. Bye, thanks, Garth."

Sam hung up and moved the back of his hand over his mouth as he searched for words. Dean looked concerned and insisted, "Well?! What is it?"

Sam looked up at Cas and Dean sadly and said, "There's been a lot of demon activity in Morris, Minnesota. 6 demons dead, one angel dead."
Sam paused and glanced over at Brittney, who was noticeably listening intently, "Wings severed."

All three turned to Brittney.

"Did you know about this?" Dean breathed.

Brittney looked away from him and cleared her throat as she replied, "Not this one, no."

Dean took a deep breaths and stared down at Brittney for a very long time. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had taken the sword right there and whacked off her head. However, she was shocked at the next move he chose instead:

"Let's pack up and move out," Dean instructed.

"What?" Sam asked shocked.

"Dean, what are you speaking of?" Cas asked, also a little confused.

Dean turned to the two and said, "We need to go to Minnesota and figure out whatever's going on."

"But..." Sam started, nodding towards Brittney, "What about her?"

Dean looked back over at Brittney who stared back up at them in complete surprise.

Dean paused, looked over to Brittney. She stared back up at him, her eyes completely still.
She was not afraid. And Dean knew it.
He almost spat out: "We take her with us."