Again good guesses, but she's not a vessel, Lucifer's sister or God :) I'm sorry but I can't say much more without spoiling.

Chapter 6

A miracle

"Come on, Sammy," Dean sighed. "You need to get some sleep."

"I'm fine," Sam responded. He was sitting on the sofa, concentrated on his laptop and a cup of coffee. It was morning already and Dean had just woken up after few hours of much needed rest. Castiel was standing by the window, silently looking outside.

"I told him that he can sleep," Castiel stated. "Since I don't require any sleep, I can keep watch."

"Why would you want to watch over Lucifer's vessel and the dangerous girl I'm forced to protect?" Sam asked coolly.

"Sam…" Dean sighed.

"It's fine, Dean," Castiel said and turned to look at Sam. "I apologize again for hurting your feelings."

"This isn't about my feelings," Sam replied tensely. "I get that you don't trust me, why would you after everything I've done, but I would rather die thousand times than ever say yes to Lucifer. I don't know why he wants this girl, but none of this is her fault, she doesn't deserve to be mistreated."

"I understand," Castiel replied calmly. "And I am confident we can keep her hidden."

"Yeah, but we need to talk about her brother," Dean said. "I think it's safe to say that there's nothing we can do for him at the moment."

"I agree," Castiel responded. "Lucifer has surely found him by now and probably plans to use him as bait. The girl can't go anywhere near him."

"That won't be easy," Sam said. "Clearly she's very attached to her brother."

"Yeah, I guess we'll either have to keep her tied up or lie," Dean huffed. "A lot."

"We can simply explain to her why she can't contact her brother," Castiel suggested.

Dean shook his head.

"That wouldn't help, trust me. This is her family we're talking about."

Dean tried his best not to think about the whole thing too much, but he did feel sympathy for the girl.

"Did you find out anything?" he continued, changing the subject.

"Yeah," Sam replied. "I think I know how she got the scars. She was in a car accident when she was 8, her mother and stepfather died. It seems that her survival was practically a miracle, the car was completely smashed."

"A miracle, huh?" Dean muttered and glanced at Castiel. "Didn't you say that she's somehow protected?"

"Yes," he replied. "I can't get inside of her."

"No," Sam said firmly before Dean managed to speak. "Let it go."

"Oh come on," Dean protested. "You can't expect me not to comment on that."

"Dean, no."

"What?" Castiel asked, clearly he had no idea what they were talking about.

"Well, if you want to get inside of her, you should try giving her some flowers and buying her dinner first…"

"Dean," Sam warned.

Castiel looked confused.

"Why would I give her flowers?"

"Never mind that," Sam cut in before Dean managed to reply. "She's going to need clothes and some other basic things." He paused and looked at Castiel. "Do you think you could take care of that? We should probably keep as low profile as we can right now."

"Yes," Castiel replied. "I can take care of that."

Mia had no idea how long she had lied on the bed awake, she had no strength to move or make a sound. Nothing made sense anymore; she didn't know how to handle everything that had happened. She didn't want to handle it; she wanted to go back to her safe boring life. Speaking with the devil certainly wasn't a part of that life. For a moment she almost broke into a hysterical giggle, she didn't even notice when the door opened and someone entered the small bedroom.

"Oh, you're awake," Sam's voice said. "How are you feeling?"

"Am I evil?" she murmured absentmindedly. "Some kind of monster?"

"What?"

He walked over to the bed when she didn't say anything else.

"Mia?"

"Why… I don't…"

"I know," he replied sympathetically and sat down next to her. "It's going to be okay…"

"I spoke with him," she muttered. "The devil."

"What, when?"

It took few seconds before she managed to reply, she wasn't looking at Sam.

"He…he was in my dream, he looked like my brother."

"What did he say?"

It was kind of funny how Sam didn't question her words or her sanity at all, he sounded like she would have just told him some perfectly normal thing.

"He asked where I am."

"What did you tell him?"

She broke into a snigger, the whole situation was nothing but insane.

"I don't know where I am, I don't know what I am, I don't know…" The rest of her sentence turned into a sob, she was afraid that she was losing her mind.

"Hey…"

Sam's hand felt warm and comforting touching her arm, she didn't think that she had ever needed a hug or even a pat on the shoulder more. She had never been a hugger, mostly because she didn't feel comfortable letting other people, except her brother, to invade her personal space. Her mother had never shown her much affection, on the contrary, and her foster parents had taken her and the other children into their house because they had got paid to do that. They had fed and clothed her, like they were supposed to do, but they had never cared about her.

The rules had been very harsh because most of the children had come from very dysfunctional homes. In her home Mia have had no rules, her mother hadn't seem to always remember that she even existed. Her stepfather Floyd hadn't paid much attention to her either; to him she had been mostly an inconvenience. She had learned how to be independent; her mother had always left her home by herself when she and Floyd had gone out. There had been many other men before Floyd and unfortunately also during Floyd.

To Mia the most difficult part about moving into a foster home had been losing her privacy and her own space, she had shared a room with two other girls who had been loud, mean and messy. She had always hated all kind of mess; she loved her clean and safe apartment. The only one of her foster siblings she had been close with had been Oliver. He had taken her under his wing from the beginning; she had no idea what she would have done without him.

She had always have difficulties to let people too close, but just like anyone, she had times when she craved for some kind of human interaction. The feeling of security a person got when someone was physically close to them. She didn't feel that craving very often, but she certainly felt it now. Sam was clearly surprised when she wrapped her arms around him, but he didn't push her away. Instead he hugged her back and for a very brief moment she felt safe.

"What…what's going to happen?" she muttered.

"You'll be safe here," he replied. "We'll work everything out."

"I need to speak with Ollie…"

"You won't if you care about him," Dean's voice cut in.

Mia startled and pulled away from Sam, for a moment she had forgotten that there were other people here.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Your brother is safe right now, but he won't be if Lucifer finds out that you've contacted him," Dean replied. "Do you really want to drag him into this?"

"I… No, but he must be so worried…"

"Better worried than dead or tortured," Dean cut in firmly. "At least so I would think. But it's your choice."

Mia tried to clear her head; the thought of not being able to speak with Oliver was very distressing.

"How do you know that he's safe now?"

"We made sure of that," Dean responded. "So, what do you want to do?"

"I…"

Of course Mia didn't want to drag Oliver into this mess, she wasn't that selfish. He had always been there for her, but now she needed to handle her problems by herself, like an adult.

"Are you sure that he's safe?" she asked, looking at Sam.

"Yes," he replied, giving her a brief smile.

She nodded; she was determined to make sure that he would stay safe, no matter what. Whatever would happen now, she needed to somehow deal with it all by herself.