I found a decent spot at my local supermarket, but stayed in the truck for a few moments before getting out. I'd never had another hunter work a case with me here, let alone invited two into my own home. They didn't strike me as weird, but in this line of work you never know. They were friendly, but not overly; being over-friendly is a major red-flag. Sensibly reserved, that's how I'd put it. Sam was a lot friendlier than Dean was, but more serious. Dean was less open but he spoke with a constant air of sarcasm. I wondered whether I'd made the right call, but having an extra two hunters on the case would make my life a lot easier. I slipped out of the truck and headed inside, finding myself going all badly written female rom-com character: I mean, I wasn't immune to the charm of a couple of extremely attractive guys, although at our first meeting I made sure I hid that pretty well. Sam was exactly the kind of guy I usually went for, reserved, smart, a little too serious, but Dean? Dean was the one my kind kept drifting back to. From first impressions, we had similar ways, which is exactly why he wasn't my usual type. Quick off the mark with a quip, a little rude, but not in a way that would make you dislike him. I smiled a little. Better pick up some beers.

I cheered internally as I got I.D'd for the six pack I'd picked up and headed back to the truck. I had a couple of missed calls as I slid into the driver's side. I called the number back.

"Dinner's at eight, right?" It was Dean's voice that greeted me.

"Well, hello to you, too."

"Yeah. Could you pick up some beers while you're out?"

I laughed to myself, but didn't respond. "Bye, Dean."

They were pulled up outside my house when I get there, which was a good sign. As I slipped out of my truck I quietly admired their ride. It was a 67 Chevy Impala, and it was immaculate. That said a lot about Dean… I guessed it was Dean's.

"Need a hand?" Sam helped me haul a couple of bags out of the trunk and followed me up the driveway. I struggled to yank my keys from my purse and balance the couple of bags I was holding, but the inevitable descent of the six pack was avoided by Dean's superhero-like sprint to catch them.

"Nice moves. You just saved me eight bucks." I gave him an appreciative smile and finally managed to get open my front door. Sam and Dean waited in the doorwar, anticipating what was coming. The house was warded, but it never hurts to check. I pulled my travel-size bottle of Holy Water from my bag and stifled a giggle at the look of irritation that swept over Dean's face at the contact. I hung up my bag and headed to the kitchen to start dinner.

"You guys vampires? You don't need me to invite you in…" They stumbled awkwardly through the door and stopped again just past the threshold, awaiting instruction. I smiled warmly at their sudden shyness. "Lounge is through there. The Wifi password is on a post-it next to the router, and the TV controls should be on the coffee table. I'll be in the kitchen. I hope you like casserole." They left their bags at the foot of the stairs and practically tiptoed into the living room.

I was chopping onions when I heard the kitchen door creak open, and I turned to see Dean peering around the door. "Hey, could I grab a couple of those beers now?"

"Sure. Fridge is over there."

I heard the clink of bottles and the slam of the fridge door and expected a quick thank you and for Dean to slip back out into the lounge, but he didn't. Instead, I watched him hop on the countertop a couple of feet from me and slide me a bottle.

"So, how long you been huntin'?"

I bristled a little. "Fourteen years. Since I was twenty. It kind of runs… ran in the family."

He nodded like he understood. "Tough life, huh? All kinds of messy. Parents?"

I set down my knife and took a swig of my beer. "My dad, and my grandad. Both hunters. The best in the business, in their prime." I felt uneasy talking about dad, I hadn't done much of that since he passed.

"Dad got sick though. Tried to take a wendigo when he wasn't at the top of his game…" I let the sentence hang, unfinished, between us, and watched him take another sip of beer.

"I'm sorry." His voice was soft, genuine. I was surprised.

"Hey, you know the life. You're lucky to see forty. He did good."

"Guess you're right. Can I do anythin'?" I eyed the bag of potatoes in front of me.

"Can you peel?" I asked, hoping he expected me to refuse his help.

"Baby, I can peel, chop, whatever you want" He aimed a wink my way and rolled up his sleeves. "These are gonna be the best potatoes you've ever had."

"Oh yeah?" I handed him a knife, letting myself get close enough to him that I could smell his cologne. "Show me whatcha got."

I found my mind drifting to the case while I cooked, Dean bustling along beside me, following my orders. I was thinking ghost, after all it was a hospital. One ghost, in a creepy old manor house, or an abandoned asylum: easy as pie. Burn the bones. Burn anything that might tie the spirit to this world. In a hospital? Thousands of people dying? Where the hell do we start? I watched Dean stir a pot on the stove, looking like a total natural, and hoped to god he some sort of idea.

"I think this is ready. Damn, it smells good. I really am a gift to mankind." He looked proud of himself and I tried not to smirk as I tried the gravy.

"Well damn, this really is a culinary feat, we should get you a Michelin star." I pulled out my least crappy plates and Dean grabbed a few more beers from the fridge. Dean held the door open for me as I slipped through into the dining room, plates in hand. I took my place next to Sam and opposite Dean.

"Well, I've told you all about my life, it's time for you to tell me about yours. It's only fair, I made you dinner. Anything I should know."

Dean moved his eyes from mine to Sam. "Should we tell her?"

"Just the best stuff."

"We stopped the apocalypse, we released Lucifer from his cage, we stuffed Lucifer back in his cage, we've both been to hell and back."

"You stopped the apocalypse?" I asked, dumbly.

"Yep."

"You've been to hell?"

"And back." Sam added.

"Anything else?"

"We know the king of hell." A smirk spread across Dean's face as saw the dumbfounded look on my face."

"We're best buds with an Angel."

"An angel? Like, with a halo?"

"Nah, angels are mostly assholes. They don't get halos." Dean smirked, and I blinked like an idiot. "Hey, Cas. Come say hey."

I expected something amazing to happen, but instead there was an awkward silence.

"Damn Cas. Never shows up when he's asked." Dean mumbled, slipping his cell from his pocket. I saw Sam grinning out of the corner of my eye.

"Angels have cell phones?"

"This one does." Sam answered

"Cas, get your ass here…Tulsa…The case we told you about… just get down here, Cas, you're making me look lame." I started to giggle but it was cut short by the heart-attack inducing appearance of a dude in a trench coat, out of thin air, right in front of me.

"You rang?"

"Alright, Lurch. I wanna introduce you to our new friend. Castiel, this is Maya Cole, Maya Cole, this is Castiel, a god damn real life Angel of the Lord."

If I had a weaker disposition, I'd probably have passed out by now, but if vampires and werewolves and shapeshifters existed, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by angels.

"Well, Castiel. Welcome to Tulsa."