"M' so tired.." CJ was sprawled, starfish style on the perfectly clean floor of the sitting room. She was facedown, with her hair pooling around her head, her shoulders and the floor in a poofy brown mess. The boys had been given clean-up duty, while she was in charge of picking up her new toys and putting them in the closet.

The best part about those weapons, is that they couldn't get in trouble for owning them if they're found by law enforcement.

She really did love tumblr..

Before she went to sleep, she needed to pray to Lucifer.

Aaaaggggghhhh.. She wasn't sure if she would be on key, or be able to sing without yawning.

Oh well, she'd do her best.

What to sing, tonight..

What to sing..

What.. to..

….To..

…

A foot connected firmly with her side and despite not being harsh, she had sprung up, her foot connecting with someone else's side. Her arms moved, pushing her momentum to spring her in a flip as she gave a battle cry. " Aaugh-! What the- What the fuck Sam-?!"

She felt a sharp pain in her own side, and fell to the ground with a whine, clutching her left side with a gasp and pressing her forehead to the floor as she listened to Sam's similar grunt of pain, "Yeah.. I'm not doing that again.."

"Dammit Lucky.. Don't ever do that again.."

While they both recovered from the sharp kick to the lower ribs, they breathed heavily, and sat slouched on the floor.

Finally, after completely waking up, the female sighed, reaching over a hand to press into the dip of Sam's shoulder blades, rubbing down firmly and smoothing it out when she felt the knots that had accumulated there. "Sorry for kicking you, Lucky. It's a knee-jerk reaction. Literally."

"No, I get it," he crouched a little, rolling his shoulders at the foreign touch, but feeling them gradually loosen, then melt, as the pressure continued to increase, her thumb driving small, harder circles into his skin until he'd hung his head with a soft grunt.

"Whoops, sorry." The gentle hand disappeared, and he almost felt the need to lean back into it again. Almost. Sitting back up, he lifted his arms far above his head, twisting his spine with a satisfying pop and hearing a good number of cracks follow suit before he sat back down. The room was much cleaner than the mess of salt, iron, and children's toys it had been. Not a trace of the nights earlier events in sight, leaving only the towers of books and warn, old furniture.

"That talk.." Sam spoke after a few moments of silence. Dean was somewhere else in the house, probably getting changed. And Bobby had retired to his room after eating some heated up casserole they had in leftovers. "I'd rather have it sooner, than later.."

She studied his face when she'd turned to him, already being thoroughly looked over by the younger Winchester as he'd been speaking. His powder blue-green, and sunflower eyes now boring down intently at her with something akin to impatient determination.

"Alright, Lucky, let's take a walk, then.."

It was nearly ten minutes into their walk around the salvage yard, almost as far as physically possible as they could get from the house, when Sam finally spoke up, his voice grating with nerves, adrenaline, and possible anger.

"Well, I'm waiting. Say it." He hadn't thought she'd speak immediately after he had, but he'd been wrong before.

"I think you're stupid and easily manipulated, but I like you anyway so I'm going to keep your secrets until you pull your head out of your ass to tell Dean on your own or until it blows up in your face with outside interference."

Her mouthful was quick, like ripping off a band-aid, but the grin on her face was bright, and her hands stayed shoved deep into the pockets of her too-big jeans.

Sam stared blankly at the woman who stood in absolute silence, his eyes blinking slowly as he registered exactly what she had said, what she had meant, and what she had implied.

"What do you know.."

"Everything," she shrugged. "The demon's blood, Ruby, the plan to gank Lilith. All of it."

His hands twitched at his sides, and when she saw the ire in him rising, she lifted up her hands in a sort of surrender, her voice still relaxed, and near gleeful, "It's okay. I'm not gonna tell Dean. That's your decision to make. Besides, you are an adult. You can make your own decisions and mistakes."

"You called me easily manipulated," he pointed out quickly, his eyes narrowed as he brushed a hand roughly through his hair, letting it fall back perfectly into place without even trying. She was almost jealous. Okay she was actually jealous, but..

"Because you are ," she nodded her head in agreement, keeping her eyes open and on Sam when he'd made a move to start pacing back and forth, rubbing at his jaw with one hand and his other tugging at the material of his flannel. "By the standard in my visions, you're still a baby. You've got a lot of, pardon my choice of words, but, growing up to do." When he'd shot her a glare that could have roasted Lilith on the spot, she gave a soft, calming smile, "Trust me, there's a lot you don't know. A lot you'll never believe until you see it for yourself. But know, at least, out of everything else, that I'm here to help. You've already lost so much.. I'm not going to let you lose any more."

The hand that had covered his jaw slowly lowered back to his side, hanging like dead weight, while his other gripped even tighter to his shirt over his broad chest. "You won't tell Dean? Why? You seem pretty close to him." There was a bitterness in his voice that even surprised him, but she didn't seem the least bit affected, shoving her hands back into her pockets as she gave him a wide, fox-like grin, "Nah, I kind of like watching you play doomed lovers with the demon-girl. It's kind of cute."

"Ha-ha," he laughed, sarcastic, but quiet, his jaw ticking in the effort not to grit his teeth. "How am I supposed to trust you?"

"Well, what do you want me to do?" she asked calmly. "If it's something that wont fuck with the future, go ahead; because I like how the majority of the details go, otherwise I'll need to do something else." It was quiet for a full minute, but he couldn't find anything substantial to ask or demand that wasn't about the future. He wasn't above torturing the information out of her, but he also knew that if he waited long enough, she'd be willing to share it on her own. She said it herself.

She liked him.

Maybe he could use that.

It was better to wait a while, however, the sudden shift in forced politeness to suave would definitely tip her off, not to mention, he had to be careful on how her psychic abilities worked.

It was settled then, he'd ask casual, curious questions over the next few days until he was comfortable enough in putting his plan to action.

The plan that took about eight and a half seconds to make.

"If you want, I can tell you an embarrassing memory," she offered simply. He'd shot her a wary look, and she shrugged, rolling her eyes upwards in thought, "Or I could tell you the story about the necklace you gave Dean.. the story about how the demons blood began.. Azazel's involvement, or I could tell you why I think you're easily manipulated."

"...The last one," he murmured after a few seconds of thought. They'd stopped now, right between where a row of cars began and ended. They each, without words, took a seat on one of the hoods, facing each other, but not making eye contact, choosing instead to lift their eyes to the polluted sky. CJ silently wondered if she'd ever see the beautiful stars they'd gotten to in the show.

"First of all, you're following around Ruby like a demented puppy. One, she's a demon , they are manipulative by design . Sure she was human once, but unless you have something that's going to bring out her true humanity, not that forced, dewy-eyed, casual crap she's pulling, then I'm going to continue to hate her. I like her, a little, as a character, in what I had thought.. Was just a bunch of stupid dreams.. But this is real, and, despite my better judgement, I trust you , specifically you , in making those decisions. I have faith in you. You and Dean and Bobby. And that is where my faith in anything goes. And as much as I love Castiel, with a passion, actually, I wouldn't put my faith in him, today, tomorrow, or even next week."

"But-.. But he's an angel?" Sam seemed honestly stumped by this, his face looking almost insulted, "They're the good guys." "I want to hear you say that in a year," she smiled then, but it was less sly fox, more cautious puppy. "Six months. Actually. Six months, tops."

It was quiet again, and the Winchester ran both hands down his face in a firm attempt to clear his mind.

He would think on it later, for now, he had to take care of the pressing issue.

Like earning her trust.

Which would probably take a lot longer than he was hoping.

Oh well, until Ruby had any good leads on Lilith, he had all the time in the world.

Dean awoke from his place on the floor with a jolt, sitting up with a quiet grunt as his eyes locked on the lean legs of his brother coming from the kitchen. Sam stepped around him quietly, before perching on the sofa, and grasping the flannel he'd hung over the back. He slipped one arm in, and finally looked over to his brother, a bit surprised to see him awake, but giving him a worried smile all the same. "You alright?"

The elder's head stayed bowed, eyes distant as his mind tore through the conversation he had had with the ethereal being. Sam slipped the rest of his shirt on, his worry finally leaking into his voice. "What's wrong, Dean?"

Blinking his eyes to clear them, clearing his throat and looking up at his brother with such lost, broken eyes it was a wonder he hadn't shed a tear in his sleep. "So.. You've got no problem believing in God, and.. and angels..?"

Sam buttoned his shirt up quickly before brushing the hair from his face, giving his brother a light shrug. "No, not really."

Dean was quiet, his eyes fluttering shut as he processed the words. Sam's eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth twitched into a frown, "Why are you asking me this?"

Dean kept his mouth shut, but the meaning behind his eyes was clear.

A thumping echoed from the stairs behind the elder male, and both sets of eyes turned quickly to see the brunette sashaying down the staircase, bright purple cords hanging from the headphones over her ears and her arms swinging around to keep balance as she walked, or more, danced, her way towards the kitchen.

The brothers paused for a moment to take in the fact that she was silently dancing, her mouth parting around silent words as she got into the kitchen, the doors opened wide as she peered through the fridge and began plopping items on the counter. A twist helped her grasp her apron and tug it on, followed by a heel-tap to the fridge door to shut it and reaching high for the pan handle above her. Her eyes trailed to the living room and she hopped back with a yelp, fumbling for balance as she landed on her rear, out of sight to them due to the desk, and scrambled back to grasp the side of the stove and haul herself to her feet. "What the fuck-?! Don't stare at me like that-! The both of you nearly gave me a heart attack-!"

They broke out of their collective trance immediately, both of them shooting the other a look of confused surprise. Both?

"What are you doing?" Dean asked after a second, rolling himself up to his feet and reaching for his shirt. The woman frowned at the move of his hands, her nose scrunching up almost delicately as she eyed up both of their outfits, closed her eyes and shook her head. It wasn't worth it.

"Cooking breakfast and praying. Any other questions?"

"Why aren't you wearing pants?" Sam asked, almost hesitant with his lighter, lilting tone. Dean seemed to break out of his funk to look at him, eyebrows raised, before returning to the woman. What he had thought were a pair of black shorts, were men's boxers. Huh.

"It's covering my ass, so I see no reason you would be panting," she scoffed, blunt and completely done with the situation as she righted her headphones, and rolled her eyes. Dean catching up to what she had been saying, shook his head, raising his hand and waving his arm to grab her attention before she could turn around. Rolling her eyes again, this time more dramatically, she pulled the headphones off of her ears and raised her eyebrows at him expectantly. " What ?"

"You're praying ..? And with music in your ears?"

"You can pray silently," she shook her head at him in disbelief, closing her eyes as she brought a hand to her temple, "And I sing to whom I pray to, thank you. Great, now I'll need to start over."

She fixed the headphones again, and moved to start the breakfast dishes, cracking eggs into a bowl and pulling out the ham she had bought, along with cheese, chives, olives, and any other bits and pieces she could think of they may want in their omelettes.

Sam flicked his eyes from her bright purple headphones to her sleek, wavy brown hair, down to the long sleeved black shirt and the men's boxers held up bareilly by the cinched elastic. Sharing a final look, the brothers broke away to finish their morning routines, and while Dean left to go get something cleaner on, Sam took a seat at the table, resting his chin on his fist as he watched her work. Now would be a good time to ask questions, but the ones he could ask had to start small.

While he mulled over the possible things he could ask her, her arms raised up in a spine-popping stretch, lifting the hem of her shirt almost teasingly and exposing about four inches of her lower back. The slightest hint of gold and black peeking from the space caught his eyes. "You have a tattoo?"

She had just lowered the headphones before he'd spoke, her thumb clicking for the old-ish iPod to stop playing. She turned her head, startled and confused, and glanced down over her shoulder as well as he could when he'd spoken. "Which one?

"You have more than one," he sounded rather surprised at that, his eyes flicking curiously over her body, straying toward her knee-socked covered feet but overall along her back. "What are they..?"

"Well, one's an anti-possession symbol," she offered him a slight smile as she turned back toward the stove, "The others.. Well.."

"Come on, I'm curious," there was a laugh in his voice, a playful one, and when she looked over her shoulder again, he almost looked surprised at the level of confusion that was on her face. "Why do you want to know?" "Well," he leaned forward, off of his hand, and adjusted his weight into his seat to be more open, relaxed, the searching gleam in her eyes unwavering as he continued, "We hardly know anything about you.. And, like Bobby put it, you've been trying to save our asses.. So.."

"So," she continued for him, leaning over the table to put the plate down in front of him, almost aggressively, while she met his eyes with a sharpness that hadn't been there before, "You want to make sure that I'm not a threat to you, or Dean, or any of your plans."

"No," fell out of his mouth faster than he processed, but he knew it was true, quite a bit from the mark, but not entirely untrue. "We don't even know your last name. All we know is that you're a.. Time-Traveling psychic that has this weird connection that if one of us is hurt, it echoes onto you. Which, in my opinion, has got to be the worst thing you could have gotten. Dean and I get beaten around, broken, bruised, and bled, on a weekly basis."

"I know," she let go of the plate, but she was still propping herself on the table, her eyes darting through his and searching with an almost concerned air. "Believe me, Sam, I know.."

Her voice was quiet, and she had closed her eyes, her lips pinching into a scowl as she gave a sudden hiss, her hand flying up to grip the side of her neck and sending a glare in the direction of the stairs, "For fucks, sake, Dean, do you need the water that hot-?!"

She blew out a sharp puff of breath and spun on her heel to fix the rest of the food, Sam watching her in silence as she moved like water across the length of the cabinet and back to the table. "Do you.. Like, cooking?"

"Not particularly," she shook her head in the negative, and he felt the actual surprise on his face before she smiled at him. "No, cooking is a pain in the ass all around, but if you need to eat, I'd gladly be the one to feed you. I told you if you need anything within my power, I'd give it to you, but I'm not an experienced hunter, and I'm not a miracle worker. So please keep that in mind."

"I will.." Sam murmured, his fingers tracing the handle of the fork she had set out for him before she left to wake Bobby up. "I will."