The brothers didn't stay long, Sam couldn't sit still and Dean wanted to get back to the family he had found with a woman named Lisa and her son Ben. Bobby let us stay, and we continued to sleep in the spare room upstairs. I later found out it use to be where Dean and Sam slept when they were kids. The old man made it clear we had to pull our weight if we were going to mooch off of him and of course we still owed him for the new IDs. We were officially in the system, even if on paper we were only days old.

Elijah was the hunter, so Bobby had lots of things for him to do. He learned how to work Bobby's contact phones, from pretending to be the FBI to being able to hand out advice on how to kill a monster at the drop of a dime. Bobby also tried to get him to work out in the junkyard, but we soon learned Elijah really had no clue when it came to the inner workings of a car. While Bobby continued to try and find things for Elijah to do I was pretty much left to my own devices. So I took it upon myself to clean the house. It was something I knew how to do. Bobby would mumble complaints when he had to step around me when I dusted his bookshelves, but he never asked me to stop. Until one day, I had just finished cleaning the bathroom; it looked nothing like it had before we lived here. It was now fully stocked with actual good quality hygiene products I had bought that morning in town. Bobby approached me with an idea. He thought I should learn how to protect myself better, so that maybe one day me and Elijah could start hunting on our own. He wanted me to learn how to wield a gun. That made me stop in my tracks.

"I'm never touching a gun ever again," I said, dropping the cleaning supplies I was holding. I stomped down the stairs and went outside slamming the door shut behind me. My feet carried me far into the junkyard; I didn't want to be around anyone right now. Something must have shifted in one of the piles of discarded metals and I jumped at the sound. The sight of blood and Father Patrick's falling body flashed through my head. I shuddered and knelt down gripping the sides of my head. My heart was racing, I felt so pathetic. I could make it through Hell, but just the idea of holding a gun again completely freaked me out. Elijah must have followed me out, cause he came over and sat next to me. We sat there in silence until we couldn't take the gnawing of our stomachs anymore. Inside Bobby had food for us and didn't say a word about how I acted earlier. I was real thankful for that.

The next day we had a surprise visitor. Castiel heard that I didn't want to learn how to wield a gun so he decided he'd teach me how to fight with a blade instead. What was up with these guys and wanting me to learn how to fight? They didn't even ask if I wanted to become a hunter. I went along with the lessons anyway. Mainly because it meant I'd get to spend time with Castiel. Weirdly enough I missed being able to feel his mind inside my head. He only spent about two hours a day with me, then had to fly off to deal with Heaven's civil war. I was slowly making progress with my knife, both offensive and defensively. Once Castiel even let me practice with his angel blade. I had never described a weapon as beautiful before, but this blade was different. It was a long, silver, double-edged dagger and felt cold in my hand, but comfortable. When I used it, it felt like an extension of my arm. I was almost sad when I had to switch back to training with my knife when I was alone.

We'd spent about four weeks at Bobby's before anything weird happened, which is saying something. The man kept finding reasons to get Elijah and me out of the house. At first it was just errands like restocking hunter supplies or picking up parts he needed for a car he was working on. But then he started telling us to go have some fun that we were young and should live a little. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that the old man was trying to play matchmaker. We were coming back from lunch at this little local coffee and sweet shop called Delilah's Cafe that we had been spending a lot of time in, Elijah was determined to try every single specialty coffee combination possible, when we heard the screaming. It was a female's voice and Bobby was standing at the front door with some woman. I had seen her before; she was Bobby's new neighbor. She was just about to leave when we walked up to the door.

"Well hello there," she said, with a very chipper attitude. She reminded me of my first roommate in college, someone who never needed a single drop of caffeine to stay awake all night. "I've seen you around before right?" She asked pointing to me.

"Probably," I said, returning her smile, "We've been staying with Uncle Bobby for a while now." It was part of our cover story in town that we were distant family that moved in with Bobby after he had a health scare. Bobby didn't like the idea of spreading the rumor that he might be sick, but we couldn't think up a more simple and believable cover.

"Aren't you sweet," she said, and then pointed to Elijah. "Boyfriend?"

"Cousin actually," I said, another part of our made up life.

"Shame," she said. I saw Elijah nodding in agreement out of the corner of my eye and I elbowed him.

"It was nice meeting you Marcy," Bobby said, clearing his throat.

"Yes, I hope you can find time to come over. You know and fix my wood chipper," she said. He sort of grunts instead of actually saying anything, and nods. We watched her walk away then turn to Bobby who immediately went back into the house after sending us a glare. He didn't say a word to us, dropped off a pan of cobbler that Marcy had given him, and then went straight downstairs. It wasn't long before we heard the screaming again. Elijah went downstairs to find out what was up and came back with some alarming news. There was a demon tied up downstairs. Bobby was torturing it in order to get some information. He didn't want to tell us any more about it so we settled down on the living room couch and flipped through the channels on Bobby's old television set. We turned up the volume until we couldn't hear the demon's screams anymore. Elijah had his arm around my shoulder and I leaned into him. It was comfortable. I had never been so comfortable with physical contact before, besides Maggie, but I grew up with her and she's a girl. I mean I had boyfriends; well I dated guys, one in high school and two in college. It never went anywhere, I kept testing them every few days to make sure they weren't possessed or something. I swear I'm not paranoid.

I rarely labeled things as safe, but with Elijah I was. We still had nightmares, and still slept in shifts. Except some nights. Some nights Elijah lets me crawl into his bed. Those nights I didn't dream of Hell, or of the two people I cared about so much that died at my hands. Not even the remnants of Castiel's memories plagued me. I hoped I made Elijah feel the same, but I really had no idea. He never talked about his nightmares, but then again neither did I. Most of them we lived together. I knew he kind of liked me, but he hadn't really made any sort of move or anything. Unless the occasional joke flirting and hints count, I don't think they do. I'm not even sure I want him to. I'm comfortable with how things are.

The next day Elijah was helping Bobby with the phones when there was a knock at the door. I answered and there was this tall black man talking about needing help burying a body but he stopped mid-sentence when he realized whom he was talking to.

"You're not Bobby," he said looking down at me puzzled.

"No, I'm not," I said looking over my shoulder into the kitchen. "Bobby," I called, and he quickly came over asking the man what he was doing here. I backed up a bit to give them some space and listened as the man, whose name was apparently Rufus explained what he was doing there.

"Boy, make yourself useful," Bobby said to Elijah and the three of them went outside to the man's car. I followed. I was curious, so sue me. They worked on digging a hole for the body of a Japanese monster Rufus had killed. Rufus asked if Bobby had started a babysitting job, which I found rather insulting. I saw Elijah laughing at the comment while he worked away at the hole. Once they got the body buried Bobby sent Elijah back into the house, but he joined me on the porch instead. When Bobby moved onto the subject of Crowley my ears perked up. I tensed a bit when I heard he still hadn't given Bobby his soul back and Elijah grabbed my hand. He really knew how to ground me. Bobby declared he was off to Scotland, and I caught Rufus saying he'll try to call some of his contacts to help before the man drove off.

"Its good to know we're kept in the loop," Elijah whispered to me. It made me smile. As Bobby walked back to the house he yelled at Elijah to get back to the phones and for us to mind our own business. We both laughed at that. Inside Elijah returned to the phones and I worked on making dinner. There still wasn't much I could do to help out around here accept for the occasional researching. Elijah answered one of the phones, it turned out to be Dean, and at the same time there was a knock at the door. Bobby answered it to an FBI agent and Sheriff Mills. They were looking for Rufus. I kept my head down and listened to Elijah argue with Dean that he could help him just as well as Bobby. When he noticed our guests, he quickly whispered the ingredients Dean would need to fry a lamia and hung up. Sheriff Mills had the FBI agent head outside so she and Bobby could argue. We made sure to stay out of the way. That night Bobby went over to Marcy's place. He said Rufus failed to kill the okami and he was afraid it might have gone after her.

Elijah and me spent the night outside on the hood of one of Bobby's half finished cars in the junkyard stargazing. I dozed off using Elijah's shoulder as a pillow. Then I heard the gun shot and woke up to Elijah pushing me off the hood of the car. It took me a second to remember where I was, everything was spinning, but the sight of this woman with sharp teeth lunging at Elijah brought me to my senses. I unsheathed my knife even though I knew it wouldn't do any good, even Elijah's bullets were barely slowing it down. The worse part, he was going to run out soon. It landed on him and I jumped behind it then stabbed it in the back. My knife went deep and the thing cried out in pain. It pushed me back and I fell on to the ground. I was sort of successful in a way, since I got its attention away from Elijah. He let off the last of his rounds, and then charged the creature. It grabbed him and threw him off to the side with ease, he hit his head hard and I didn't see him get back up. There were these contradicting trains of thought running through my head. On one hand I was screaming how this was it, I was going to die. But I also knew I wouldn't, I couldn't die. I wanted to live. I stood up and walked straight at the creature with my right arm extended running on pure adrenaline. Did I ever mention that I don't always do the smartest thing? Someone else must have noticed because the moment I got close enough to the creature to touch it this bright light engulfed everything in sight. It was pure power, I could feel it in my bones and it shook me to the core. When it cleared the monster was gone, nothing but a pile of ashes and an after image burned into the ground. I felt woozy, but ignored it and ran over to Elijah. It took a few shakes to get him to wake up.

"Did we get it?" he said, struggling to put on a smile.

"Sort of," I said helping him to his feet. He couldn't really stand well on his own, I had him loop an arm around my shoulders and lean on me for support. It took longer then normal but we eventually got back to the house. I made him lay down on the couch and got him an ice pack. After turning on the television, we watched infomercials while I tried to keep him awake, worried he might have a concussion. Bobby returned not long after that. He couldn't find the okami. No surprise there.

"What happened to him?" Bobby asked.

"The okami attacked us," I said.

"What!"

"You forgot we have our own single white girl that it could prey on," Elijah said, and I sent Bobby a little wave. "No worries, it was handled."

"How the hell did you two manage that?" Bobby said. Elijah looked at me and they both waited for the answer. I really didn't have a good one.

"I think Castiel or Gabriel interfered. There was this bright light and then there was nothing left but ash. It was very angel mojo-y," I said, standing up. "I'm going upstairs now before I crash. Night boys."