Two weeks later, I once again donned my disguise. I had made a promise to someone, after all, and I was going to keep it.

Mrs. Tran was still at her same address, thankfully. I knocked on her door, taking one last look down at myself.

I had new clothes, ones that would be acceptable and not so witchy/gothic looking. In all honesty, I looked kind of like a… a normal person.

She opened it quietly, confused at the stranger standing before her. "Yes? Who are you?"

"Mrs. Tran?" I had to keep up the appearance that I didn't know her. When she nodded, I continued. "May I please come in? I have something I need to tell you, from Kevin."

"What do you know about my son?" She asked, seething slightly.

"I know why his spirit is no longer around you." I said. "And I know he got to see Kylie one last time." I fidgeted with my fingers, suddenly very uncertain. "Please, I promise I won't do anything to harm you, but is it ok if I come inside?"

"You promise you'll tell me everything about Kevin? And Kylie?" She asked. I nodded, and she stepped aside to let me in.

I hadn't ever been to Mrs. Tran's house before, I just knew the address from Kevin ("In case of an emergency," he'd told me.). It was a nice house. Simple. Quaint. There were a couple pictures of a young Kevin up on a mantle, followed by one of him performing at a cello concert, one of him graduating high school, and another of a college acceptance letter.

One he'd never gotten to go to.

I took a seat on the couch, feeling extremely nervous. "Mrs. Tran," I started. "What I tell you, I need you to believe."

"How did you know my son?" She asked first.

"We were both in a bad situation." I said vaguely. "And helped each other out. He was my best friend."

"What's your name?" She asked. "I know the names of all of his best friends. What's yours?"

"I go by Diana." I answered. Then I made a decision, an irrational and spontaneous decision that I had to make.

I dropped the disguise as I sat in front of her. "But that's just a pseudonym." I finished, watching as her eyes went wide.

"They told me you were dead." She whispered, reaching a hand out to touch me.

"I know."

"Do they know you're alive?" She asked. "Your engagement to Castiel, your life with them, do they know?"

I shook my head. "And they can't know." I said firmly, grasping her hand. She held it just as hard, and I could see tears coming to her eyes. "Please, Mrs. Tran. I don't have anywhere left. Things got bad, they go so bad," I started crying again, and she just put an arm around me and held me close as I explained everything.

I explained about Lucifer and Amara, God and Kevin and the sun ("I knew it involved those boys!"), the Winchesters hating me for what I've done, having to make them forget so they wouldn't be torn apart.

I just cried and told her everything.

I missed her. I missed being able to talk with someone and tell them everything and just, for a moment, not worry because she was a mom, and moms can fix everything.

Moms can fix everything, right?

Afterwards, I stifled my tears. "So, that's the gist of it." I said. "And I promised Kevin I would be here and I wasn't planning on telling you I was alive but I couldn't help it because I'm just… I'm tired, Mrs. Tran. I'm tired and done and just…" I shook my head. "I don't know what else to do."

"Well, you're here now." She said. "And you've given me more than I could have asked for. You're free to stay with me as long as you'd like."

"You…" I took a breath. "You won't tell them, right?"

"I want to." She admitted honestly. "But not if you don't want me to."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem, sweetheart." She gave me a tight hug. "Hell, if those boys are going to be such assholes, maybe you don't need them in your life right now."

We sat and chatted for the rest of the day. She asked about my magic and what I could do. I showed her, smiling as I cleaned her kitchen without lifting a finger, lit her fireplace, and told her exactly what she was thinking.

I was afraid, at first, that she would be terrified or shun me for it. I knew that the last time Mrs. Tran had had a witch around (I didn't even know that there were Craigslist witches before), it hadn't gone too well. But she actually enjoyed what I could do, enjoyed watching and hearing me explain it.

When I sat down and showed her the math and calculations for some stuff I'd cooked up myself, she looked like a proud parent. I glanced over for a moment, my mouth moving rapid-fire as I explained the dynamics of the ingredient balance in correlation with their specific purpose matched with the symbols (this was my nerd-out), I stopped.

She was crying.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" I asked, putting it all away quickly. She shook her head.

"No, no, you're… You're doing everything so well." She said. "Kevin… Whenever he was growing up, he'd show me what he was doing and working on with music or math or science or whatever he was interested in. He always enjoyed it, too. He would have that same look in his eyes that you do now." She smiled. "Like he had everything figured out, and everything made sense, and he was just so excited to show it to me when he had it." She let out a slightly shaky breath. "I wish you two had been able to go to college." She told me. "I think you both would've been brilliant."

"Thank you."

"You still could, if you wanted to." She offered. I was about to answer, but my phone rang. Caller ID said Crowley.

"Is it alright if I take this?" I asked. She nodded.

"Of course."

I moved away from her a little bit, and answered. "What?"

"Oh, good. I was afraid you were dead, or wallowing in drunk self-pity."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Do you want a job?" He offered.

"Doing what?"

"Rooting out some leftover Lucifer loyalists." He answered. "Since the world hasn't ended, they're starting to be a pain in my ass."

"Why would I do that?" I asked.

"Because you have nothing left to do, and you know you can't disappear in to a normal life as Mrs. Tran's new daughter." I sat up straight, moving to the window. I glanced outside and saw Crowley, sitting on a bench across the street. He smiled and waggled his fingers at me. "Relax, I'm not threatening you. But you dropped the disguise, and if I can find you than others could."

"What's the offer?" I asked. I knew his moves by now. I knew he would have a deal.

"I call, you go hunt Loyalists, and in return," he thought for a moment. "Protection for you and Mrs. Tran, in case any of your work follows you back. Plus, Mrs. Tran will find her bank account steadily increasing, in case of a rainy day."

I glanced over at Mrs. Tran, who was examining what I'd written down closely, running a finger along different parts with that same small smile.

"How can you offer her protection?" I asked, my voice a low whisper. "You don't even have Hell."

"It doesn't mean I still can't pull a few strings." He answered. "Besides, you know you can't stay and pretend to be normal, not anymore." I looked down at my hand. "You can summon magic and wield it at your will, and more so you enjoy it." I looked back over at him. "How can you turn away from it, when it's the reason you left Sam and Castiel?"

I didn't answer, just thought for a bit.

"I'm texting you the information now." He said. Sure enough, my phone buzzed a second later. "Think it over. I'll even draw up a new contract, if you'd like."

Then the line went dead.

I pocketed my phone, and took a seat next to Mrs. Tran. "Who was that?" She asked.

"Just a telemarketer, trying to sell me some sort of cruise around Croatia." I lied. I knew she had no love for the demon, and quite frankly I couldn't blame her.

"So, what do you think?" She asked. "College? You could do it. I'll even help you with the applications."

"I don't even have my GED, Mrs. Tran." I told her. "I had to…. leave, before I could get it or graduate."

"I'm sure we can figure out something." She assured me. "And it's only if you want to, I don't want to pressure you in to doing anything you wouldn't want to do. I just think that you would prosper well in the environment." She patted my shoulder, standing up. "I'm going to go get us some drinks. Do you want water or soda or tea?"

"Water." I answered.

"Alright. And you don't have to answer now." Mrs. Tran told me. "You can think on it all you want."

"Thank you."

She moved to the kitchen to get two glasses of water, and I just stared at my notes and thought.

College or Loyalist hunting? Getting out, or getting payback?

I took a glance at my phone. It still showed I had one unread message from Crowley. Up on the mantle, Kevin's college acceptance letter.

Mine could be up there too, if I wanted it to be.

Then again, I could keep up the good fight, find a way to help out the world without Sam or Cas ever knowing about it.

Mrs. Tran returned, placing a cold glass of water in front of me. "You look like you're deep in thought." She commented. "What're you thinking about?"

I wasn't certain how to answer that question.