"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"

Amy knew she wasn't like other kids. The most interaction she'd gotten with her human peers was in karate class, which she'd enjoyed a lot before she'd 'aged out.' Now, her only frame of reference for what teenagers were up to came from Netflix. She knew that most humans went to school and worried about things like crushes and video games and biology homework, rather than studying lore and monsters and the art of combat.

But watching their lives only made Amy more curious about what it would be like to be one of them. Not that she wanted to give up her goal of becoming a hunter; not at all. She just wanted to see what it was like, just once.

So when she happened upon a rave announcement floating through a social media site, she decided to check it out.

Knowing her parents—and uncles—would never let her go to one of these on her own, she gave them the excuse that she had a collage project she was working on as a means of being dismissed from dinner early and locking herself away in her room to be undisturbed. She turned her music player on loud and set the playlists on repeat—something she'd learned from watching TV. Then she spread her wings and flew to South Dakota.

The rave was at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, and Amy's first thought upon arriving was to evaluate the area for monster threats. They liked to congregate in abandoned warehouses, after all.

The gathering crowd of people was quite large, though, and easily outnumbered any nest that might have been in the area. Of course, that meant there was a flip-side risk—that a vampire could easily pick off someone from the party without anyone noticing.

Amy gave herself a sharp shake. She wasn't here to hunt; she was here to have fun. And just because a monster could use this as a hunting ground, didn't mean there was one.

She made her way through the line and into the warehouse where she was immediately assaulted by too-bright strobe lights and dizzying lasers. The music was deafening and rattled her rib cage, practically neutralizing all of her senses. She winced, trying to filter some of the chaos out.

Everyone was pressed together in a hot mass of bodies writing in sync with the music. Girls had glitter on their skin and in their hair, which sparkled in the waving lights. Guys wore neon glowing bands around their necks and wrists. There was a DJ set up in one corner, and crates stacked along the opposite wall where it appeared beers were being handed out.

Amy squirmed her way through the throng, nose scrunching up at the heat and sweat that permeated the air. This wasn't quite what she'd imagined it would be. She probably just needed to 'lighten up.' Finding a corner not as crowded, she proceeded to try and get the rhythm of the music and dance. The nice thing about it was people didn't need partners. One could dance alone, or some were even dancing in hordes.

But the heavy staccato beat and 'brrp' of the DJ's sound effects just didn't quite inspire the same groovy moves that classic rock did.

Amy eventually gave up and skirted her way around the perimeter of the warehouse. There was even a couch and lounge area where people were chilling and eating brownies. Others were popping back Tic Tacs. Amy pursed her mouth as she looked around, feeling completely out of her element. She'd hoped to maybe meet some people, make some new friends, albeit for only one night, but the raucous atmosphere didn't really allow for conversation. It seemed to be all about the drinking and dancing.

Disappointed, Amy decided to leave. But just as she was almost at an exit, the door slammed open with a bang and a bunch of figures rushed in with flashlights aimed right at her eyes. The music cut off abruptly, as did the wild lighting, and now there was shouting for people to freeze and not move. Amy would have flown away, but she'd already been seen, and a hand was on her shoulder and pushing her toward the wall.

"Police! Everyone stay where you are!"

Amy's stomach dropped out from under her. She couldn't escape now, not without revealing herself as something supernatural. And so she was swept up in the wave of police officers, having no idea how she was going to get out of this.

Jody signed the fifteenth report for the night and added it to the stack on her desk. Raids were good for cracking down on illicit activities, but it sure did make for a lot of paperwork.

She decided to get up and stretch her legs, and headed out into the bullpen. Which just happened to be crowded with a bunch of delinquent teenagers that had been hauled in on drug and alcohol charges. There was a line of them sitting on the floor along one wall while every deputy's desk had one sitting next to it while the officers got names and contact information for the parents.

Jody roved her gaze over the arrestees idly, but her brow furrowed when she spotted a girl who looked a little familiar. She was too young to have gone to school with Alex. Curious, Jody wove her way through the crowd toward Deputy Harris's desk where the girl was seated, shoulders bunched forward and head ducked down.

"Hey, Frank," Jody said. "Who do we have here?"

He leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "She won't give her name. And she didn't have any ID on her."

Jody's mouth turned down as she surveyed the girl. Why did she look so familiar? "I'll take it from here," she said.

Frank shrugged and tossed his pen down before vacating his spot. Jody didn't take his seat, but leaned her hip against the edge of the desk. "So, what's your name?"

The girl didn't answer.

"We need to call someone to come get you."

She squirmed slightly.

"Are you afraid you're gonna be in trouble?" Jody continued. "Because sorry to break it to you, kid, you are. Underage drinking and drug use is a serious offense."

She whipped her head up. "But I didn't do any of those! I just wanted to see what a party was like. It wasn't even that fun. I was trying to leave when the police showed up," she said miserably.

Jody felt a pang of sympathy for her. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. "We still have to call your parents."

"Can't you just let me go home on my own? I promise never to go to a rave again."

She actually sounded sincere, and Jody had the feeling that maybe the kid had been scared straight by all this. Still, there was something about her…

Jody's brows rose sharply as it finally clicked. "Wait a second. Do you know the Winchesters?"

The girl's eyes widened. "Um, like the rifle company? Not that I own any guns," she added hastily.

Jody pulled her phone out to check her old text messages. She was sure Dean had sent her pictures of this kid… Yup. "You're Amy."

Amy's expression crumpled with resignation, which was confirmation enough, even without the photo Jody was now looking at.

"What were you doing at a rave?" Jody demanded incredulously.

Amy shrugged. "I just wanted to see what it was like."

Jody sighed and shook her head. Of all the teenagers she'd arrested that night, one of them just had to belong to the Winchesters.

She got off Frank's desk. "Okay, come on."

Amy looked at her dubiously.

"I can't very well arrest you and have you end up in the system." And besides, it wasn't like the kid had actually done anything illegal.

Amy's eyes lit up as she quickly jumped to her feet. "So, I can just go home? No one has to know?"

Jody snorted. "Oh, your parents have to know. So let's go. I'm driving."

To Lebanon, which was a couple of hours away. Oh well. This case warranted a personal touch, anyway.

Amy's shoulders sagged as she followed Jody out of the precinct. Jody made sure to tell Frank that she was handling this one and to finish up with the rest. He didn't question her.

Amy was silent and morose as she climbed into Jody's truck and they pulled onto the highway to head south.

"So, where does your family think you are?" Jody asked after a while.

"In my room. I told them I was working on something and left the music going." Amy lowered her voice contritely. "I haven't been gone very long."

Jody frowned, until she put together the whole half angel bit and figured the kid must have flown to Sioux Falls. No wonder she wanted to just be released; she could probably get home before anyone noticed she was gone.

"How did you even find out about that rave?" Jody asked.

"The Internet." She was quiet for a moment. "How did the police find out?"

"Same. We monitor those sites, you know."

"Oh."

Silence fell between them for another several miles.

"Sooo…" Jody drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. "Party wasn't all it was cracked up to be?"

"No," Amy said morosely. "It was loud and obnoxious and smelled awful. Maybe it would have been more fun if I'd already known some people there."

"I guess it must be hard, not having any friends your age." Jody cast Amy a sidelong glance.

The girl shrugged.

Jody pursed her mouth thoughtfully. "You and Claire got along alright when she came to visit you guys, right?"

"Yeah. Claire's cool."

Claire had her own issues, but she was doing her best. Maybe it'd be good for those two to spend some time together. Jody would mention it to her adopted daughter later.

The rest of the drive was mostly quiet, and it was late when they pulled up outside the bunker. Jody wondered whether anyone would be up at this hour, but then again, at least two residents probably didn't need sleep.

Amy followed her to the door, head hanging. Jody knocked as loudly as she could, and heard the echo resounding through the interior. A few moments later, the door grated open and Jody caught a flash of silver from a small sword.

A man in a tan trench coat drew up short, throwing them a surprised look. "Amala? What's going on? I thought you were downstairs…"

Amy didn't say anything and wouldn't meet his eyes. Jody had an inkling of recognition that this was the guy who had dropped Claire off at her place those few years ago. Castiel, then. Amy's father.

"Hi, I'm Jody Mills." She held out her hand, which he shook in mild bewilderment after quickly tucking his weapon away.

"Of course, I remember you." His brow furrowed as he took in her uniform, then his daughter's dejected posture. "Someone want to tell me what's going on?"

Jody angled a pointed look at Amy, giving her the chance to come clean on her own.

"Um, I snuck out," the girl said under her breath.

Castiel's brows rose sharply. "What? To where?" He frowned. "To Sioux Falls?"

Amy nodded. "And I got arrested," she mumbled in a rush.

Castiel stared at her for a prolonged beat, then shot Jody an incredulous look.

"We raided a party scene," Jody explained. "Amy was among the teenagers rounded up. I thought it'd be best if I brought her home instead of putting her in the system."

"Um, well, thank you. For that," Castiel floundered. "Amala…I don't understand."

She lifted one shoulder. "I just wanted to see what other kids were doing. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snuck out."

Castiel's mouth pinched into a tight line, but he then gave himself a shake. "Sorry, come in," he said, stepping back and opening the door wider. "It's cold out here."

"I should probably head home," Jody said. And let them handle this family matter.

"Would you at least like some coffee for the road?" Castiel asked. "It's a long drive."

Jody wavered. Coffee would actually really help… "Sure, that'd be great."

They headed downstairs, and Jody roved her gaze around in interest. She'd never been to the bunker before. It was quite the underground abode.

"Amala, please go to your room and wait for me," Castiel said. "And stay in there."

She hung her head in shame and hurried off.

"Don't be too hard on her," Jody said once she was gone. "I don't think she meant any harm by it."

Castiel sighed. "I know. But she can't just fly off like that without anyone knowing where she's gone. It's too dangerous out there."

Jody couldn't argue with that.

"Here," he continued. "I'll make you some coffee."

Jody followed him down a corridor to a kitchen. "Every teenager goes through a rebellious phase," she remarked. "At least she's not smoking pot under the bleachers."

Castiel quirked an odd look at her. "Please tell me Claire…"

"No, that was Alex," Jody quickly corrected. Not that Claire hadn't had her own vices…

Castiel shook his head and started up the coffee machine. "Being brought home by the police isn't much better."

Jody's lips twitched. "I guess not."

She waited while the machine whirred to life and Castiel made a fresh cup of brew. He then grabbed a travel mug from a cupboard and poured the coffee into it before handing it to her.

"Thanks."

"Thank you," Castiel said. "For bringing her home."

Jody offered him a commiserative smile. "Listen, even with the rough patches, they turn out all right. Trust me, I know."

Castiel smiled in return. "So I've seen."

He walked her back out, and Jody told him to give her regards to the boys. They'd have to make a trip to visit sometime in the near future.

As she settled in with her coffee for the drive back, Jody looked at the picture of her girls tucked into the driver's side visor. She'd be home by dawn, and maybe she'd make them breakfast, just to show she loved them.