Victoria's POV*
They had both tensed up and became very grim. Great. So they know of at least one of them. "What do either of those things have to do with anything? We came here for vampires and we get this shit!" Dean threw his hands up, looking done with all of this.
My laughter rang throughout the kitchen, startling the two brothers I'm sure. It was refreshing, for someone else to not like either side. "What?" Sam asked, finally deciding I was no danger and sitting down at the small table I had in the corner.
"I understand all to well where he's coming from." I smiled, settling down. I sat opposite of Sam and motioned for Dean to sit also. He eyed the pie on my counter and sat beside Sam without it. "Tell me, what all do you know?" I asked, looking up at my ceiling.
They told me their tale, Sam telling me more than necessary and getting looks from Dean as a result. I quietly listened, not saying a word. Once they were done we sat in silence. "So Victoria, how do you know us?" Sam finally spoke up. "Please. Call me Rose. Even Rosie." I smiled faintly, not liking how the name Victoria sat on his tongue.
"Okay, Rose. Can you please give us answers?" He sighed, Dean nodding in agreement with his fists clenched. "Well neither of you are going to like it." I faked a smile and leaned back. "I didn't like hell!" Dean shouted, standing up suddenly, knocking his chair back onto the floor. Chuckling, I nodded. "I would hope not." I stated, a ghost of a true smile on my lips.
"I am the first of my kind." I started, grabbing their attention. Sam waited patiently, Dean though was ready to kill me. "Born of both heaven and hell. Strings were pulled long ago by an archangel and here I am. An angel for a mother with a demon for a father." I was the grim one now. It would be so easier if they already knew this.
"What? What do you mean?" Dean seemed terrified. "I have powers of both yet either side seems to block out some things. Like holy water is fine. Salt is fine. Iron still stings like a bitch but it won't cripple me." I continued, not really caring what Dean was trying to ask.
"Is this why you know us?" Sam asked, quite calmly. I couldn't even look in his direction. "Partly." I answered vaguely, waving him off. "What do you mean partly?" Dean was yelling now, coming closer to me. All I did was sigh and ignore him. Before I knew it he had me against the wall, a knife at my throat.
I looked at him, bored, knowing there was nothing he could do to me. Almost as soon as it happened though, Sam unexpectedly pulled Dean off me. The brothers had a staring match for an uncomfortably long time. "What the hell Sam?" Dean asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Sam himself looked surprised and unsure. He was shaking.
I frowned and slowly ushered Sam into the living room and had him sit on the couch. I patted his shoulder as he sat and left the two brothers alone while I went to retrieve some herbs that would hopefully help. His soul is strained. He needs me to look him in the eye or his body will eventually wear down. I selfishly feel as though I can't though. I can't be so purely bound to him. Not just yet. I'm not ready.
I slowly pick the herbs from my indoor garden and examine them. These should work. I make my way into the kitchen, finding Dean there. He still seemed angry, but now he looked worried too. He was sitting quietly at my table, his brows furrowed. "The herbs should help for a little while." I whispered, beginning to make a tea with them.
"You know what's going on." He stated quietly, not looking at me. "Yes. It's nothing I ever would want for him." I stated and we sat in silence until the remedy was brewed. "Will you tell me what it is?" Dean asked just as I was pouring it into a teacup.
"It's something none of us will ever be okay with. It could be worse though." I couldn't look at him. "Will he be okay?" He asked as I finished up. I just nodded and brought the remedy to Sam, Dean silently trailing behind me. "Here. Drink. It will help." I whispered, handing it to him. I sat by him and made sure he drank it all. "This is only a temporary fix." I whispered, taking the cup from him and putting it in the sink.
I sighed and looked at the clock on the microwave. It was seven and I know they must be hungry. I went back to the living room and sat in the chair farthest from Sam. "So you guys must be hungry. Would you like me to fix you something?" I asked, looking only at Dean.
"You sure are nice for a monster. What's up with that?" Dean snorted as Sam hit him in the leg. I just laughed. I've been seen as worse. "I have no reason to hurt you. I only have reasons to help. Now, are you hungry?" I repeated. "A little." Sam gave a lopsided grin and Dean nodded.
I nodded and went to the kitchen with the brothers in tow. I pulled out the ingredients and started making burgers. "I hope burgers are okay." I smiled, looking over my shoulder. "That's fine and all but why don't you angel magic us up some instead of cooking?" Dean pointed out. "I like to do things the human way." I shrugged.
As soon as the burgers were done they began to eat. They made happy grunting noises as I went and got extra blankets and pillows out of the linen closet. "You guys are staying here tonight. I've got the room, you don't have a place. I promise not to kill you." I called from one of the spare rooms. I kept four spare rooms because I knew this day would come. I heard a content grunt from the kitchen and took it as an okay. I guess it's a slumber party.