A soft, southern voice came from behind them, "Sam Winchester, get those nasty thoughts out of your head boy. I would expect those thoughts from Dean, not you."

Dean knew exactly who it was. He sighed heavily and glared at the woman for a second.

The woman's short, dark brown curly hair was pushed to the back by a green headband. Her chocolate eyes were highlighted by the green eye shadow she had on against her dark skin. Her rounded face gave her a mother-esque appearance. The woman's green sweater flowed around her, which contrasted against the white shirt and black pants. She pointed a finger at Dean and knit her thin eyebrows together. "Don't you go cussin' at me."

Dean put his hands up in defense, "I wasn't."

She gave him the stink eye, "You didn't have to." She waited a few seconds before putting her hands on her hips. "Well, what are you boys waiting for? Come here an' give ol' Missouri a hug."

Sam moved to hug her, towering over her small height. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. She was the first old friend he'd seen in years. "It's nice to see you again, Missouri."

Dean bent down, hooked his arms underneath hers, and pulled her close. He lingered, taking in everything about her. He'd lost so much already that seeing her made it a little better. He felt a sense of home.

Missouri backed away and her eyes locked onto the girls standing behind them. She tsked her tongue and shook her head. "Have you no manners? Introduce me to your girls."

Dean's eyes widened and put on a signature smirk. He waved his hands, "No, she is not my girl." Tori shot a glare at Dean and crossed her arms over her chest.

Sam put a hand on Angel's back and urged her to step forward. His smile met his hazel eyes, which for once weren't sunken from sleep deprivation. "This is my wife, Angel."

Angel held her hand out. She grinned slightly and declared, "I'm pleased to meet you."

Missouri dragged her into an embrace. "I'm glad Sam finally found somebody." She backed away, but set her hands on Angel's arms to get a good look at her. "The last time I saw him, he was broken beyond repair in the love department."

Angel put her wavy brown hair behind her ear and her blue eyes darted away. Remembering a Not-So-Proud past was something she tried to refrain from. "I'm glad I could help. He uh…got my love life in order too."

Missouri brushed her hands down Angel's arms before letting go and turned to Victoria. Tori shyly smiled and stood close to the Impala. "I'm Victoria, hunter in training," she waved to Missouri.

Missouri took her hand in hers before she could retract it and furrowed her brow. A subtle gasp came from her lips in the next few silent seconds and she quickly widened her dark shaded eyes. Her tone softened a bit more than it had originally been, "I'm sorry about everything you've gone through. Things will get brighter in the future."

Victoria raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She opened her mouth to say something, but Dean intervened, "Missouri's a psychic."

"Oh, well I guess that makes sense," Tori scratched the back of her black, curly hair. Her gray eyes were bright, but became narrow because of her shyness emerging.

Dean straightened up his suit before taking out the keys to the Impala. "Well, Missouri, it was nice seeing you again." He unlocked the car door and stepped into the driver's seat. He decided for the group that it would be best to go home and solve the case there before attempting to take on the monster. Another fatality was something they did not need. Being unprepared could cost another life, which would ultimately lead to the group being at each other's throats again. Dean would call the shots this time and make things right.

Sam side-glanced at Dean and felt a pang in his heart. They just saw her again. Did they have to leave her so soon? He looked over to Angel, who was the only one standing by him now. Tori had gotten into the back of the car after saying her goodbyes. Angel put a hand on his shoulder and nodded to him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He lifted one corner of his mouth and spoke, "Hey, Missouri, would you want to come back to the house with us? We could always use a fresh pair of eyes on this case. I think it's right up your alley."

She smiled. "Aw, Sam, you were always the sweetheart. Your brother, on the other hand," she glared at Dean in a motherly scolding way, "is not." She followed Sam and waited for him to open her door. Soon, they were on their way back to the house.

The living room had been lit up by a few candles here and there sitting on the tables. It was the first time Alice and Castiel had gotten the house to themselves in a while, so when the time came, they were more than extremely happy to have such an opportunity. Moonlight shined through the freshly cleaned windows, brightening up the dim ambiance. Rex laid on his bed in the middle of the room, huffing quietly in his sleep. He often wagged his tail a bit or his left ear twitched at times. All in all, the room was quiet and somehow more peaceful than ever. Maybe it was because the house wasn't full of sarcastic sassy people who loved to prove a point.

Castiel moved around on the couch in his gray shirt and blue-gray plaid pants. Fuzzy black cat slippers adorned his feet, a gift Alice had given to him after he was turned into a kitten. His arms wrapped around Alice's waist to pull her close. His sky blue eyes were glassy from the flames and focused on his girlfriend. Butterflies flew around in his stomach, which was hard concept for him to understand. Why is this happening? Did I eat some caterpillars and not realize it? Castiel thought.

Alice felt comfortable in her red basketball shorts and white V-neck shirt. She rarely dressed like that on a normal day. She and Sam missed jogging that morning, so she decided to stay in her pajamas. Alice ran her fingers through Cas' black fluffy hair. It was soft against her skin, which brought a tingling sensation in her fingertips. She felt parts of her red curly hair were messed up and tangled in places Castiel's hands had been. Her sapphire eyes almost closed when she hooked her arms around his neck. She adjusted her legs as they rested on his lap and felt a tingle go down her spine. Cas kissed her softly, almost as soft as the feathers on his wings.

Before the heat of the moment kicked in, Angel opened the front door. She threw the keys into the bowl on the side table and walked in on them kissing. She smirked and moved out of the way so everyone else could enter. "Whoa, were you about to teach Cas a thing or two abo-"

"Shut up! No I wasn't," Alice cut her sister off. She took her legs off of Castiel's lap and backed away from him. The moment was completely ruined right before something great started. Now that was disappointing.

Dean joined in after high fiving Angel, "Were you going to teach him how to do the dirty? The horizontal salsa? Go all the way? Hit a home run and go for that out of the park sensation?" He winked right after, making Alice blush furiously. Angel and Dean laughed together in unison in pure enjoyment.

"I don't think you know what any of those are," Castiel misunderstood what Dean was trying to get at. He furrowed his brow in utter confusion and looked to Alice for assistance. When she didn't look at him, he leaned back against the couch in a frustrated mood. He didn't understand a lot of Dean and Angel's references, which was never a pleasant feeling.

Missouri put her hands on her hips and locked eyes with Alice. A motherly tone came out of her voice, "Alice, why were you kissin' that…thing?"

"Thing? He's my boyfriend. Who are you?" Alice raised an eyebrow, but knew somehow she was friends with one of the boys. Otherwise, she wouldn't be there.

Dean nodded towards Missouri, "This is Missouri, an old friend. She's a psychic."

"Plus the boys have told me all about you," She wrapped her arms around her in a big hug, which surprised Alice. She accepted the hug and put her head on her shoulder for a few seconds. The embrace was warm, inviting, and fulfilling somehow.

"No, we didn't," Sam stated in defense.

Missouri let go of Alice and turned her head to see Sam. She narrowed her eyes and shot back, "Boy, you know I can read your mind. Don't give me all that sass."

"Sorry," Sam murmured and looked away. Victoria patted him on the back and went down to her room. He nodded to her and waited patiently for what to do next.

Missouri stared at Castiel in a funny way, almost like she was scrutinizing him under her confused look. Cas spoke up after a few seconds, "Can I help you?"

"What are you, if I may ask?"

"I'm an angel of the lord," Cas answered simply. There was nothing else to tell. If she could read minds, surely she could read his. His mind was like an open book right now. There was no need to hide anything.

"To hell you are," Missouri almost laughed at the ridiculous possibility of angels existing. That was by far the craziest thing she had ever heard. She believed in God and the angels and blah, blah, blah, but seeing one directly in front of her? Who was in a relationship with a human? If someone would have told her unicorns existed, she would have believed that a lot quicker than this.

Castiel cocked his head, "I don't understand. Lucifer is in hell. I am not." He twiddled his thumbs as his mind worked on what she could have meant.

Alice put her hand in his, "Just drop it, Cas." She glanced around at the boys and at her sister, waiting for them to say something. Maybe a bit more of an introduction to Missouri might have been nice, but no one said anything. "Will Missouri be staying with us?"

Angel nodded almost immediately, "Yeah. This case will be a while. Sam can show her around. Right Sammy?" She looked at Sam and his sudden burst of excitement as he nodded.

"Yeah, of course." He smiled and took off with Missouri right beside him.

Alice shifted in her seat once more to lean on Cas. She planted a kiss on his cheek and giggled. "So, what's the case?"

Dean sighed and sat down after getting two beers from the fridge. He popped the top open on one and took a long gulp. He was hoping Angel could answer that. What he gathered from the police was hardly anything. "The vic choked to death. She popped some pills to get over her insomnia, but it didn't help. A ghost was in there, but not certainly one we've come across before."

"Always something new for us to deal with, huh?" Angel asked. Dean agreed and held out the second bottle to her. She gladly took it and grinned. They had the best brother-sister relationship in their little twisted hunter lifestyle. "Sammy might have a lead, but he has to look into it before we know anything for sure." She took a few sips of the drink before sighing in relief. Angel burped loudly and quickly said, "Excuse me."

"We should totally have a burping contest," Dean stated with a certain gleam in his eye. Angel knew that gleam too well. That only happened when Dean had something mischievous or fun running through his mind. Now that she thought about it, he had that look on all the time. Dean constantly wanted to do something new and exciting.

Alice waved her hands in the air in dismay. She also knew that look, and she didn't like it. "I'm out of here. Let's go watch a movie, Cas." She grabbed Cas' hand and dragged him with her into their room.

Angel and Dean glanced at each other before running into the kitchen to do their contest.