It had been another interesting week. Emotionally draining. Something about this Grace woman had Dean in a constant tizzy, and it was really strange. She introduced Dean to her ten-year-old daughter? And it was almost like the child was...my jaw fell open. It...couldn't be. I pictured the girl, Cadence Desrosiers, in my mind, and thought for a second. She looked...a lot like Dean. A lot. And although it had taken him a talking to from Sam to let me go with them, this woman had come in, and he'd just let her follow us in her car, with her daughter and the girl's nanny. All Dean would tell me was that she was a hunter that he used to know, and that she was probably close to his dad's level, even though she was our age. If she had Dean's respect, she had to be something, though.

The nanny, Piri Sullivan? Was someone I wouldn't trust with a child. She was our age, and she had a really Gothic look about her. Long, jet black hair, thickly lined eyes and she always wore...really unflattering, or sometimes downright strange clothing. But Grace insisted on keeping her with them, and she stayed in hotels to take care of Cadence while the four of us went out and did our thing. Piri had managed to keep Cadence alive, though, and according to Grace, Piri had been working for her for five years now. So, I supposed she could be semi-trusted. I didn't, however, like the bond that she and Sam had. The first day they met, Sam seemed to open up to her, treat her warmly, like he'd known her forever. And after they'd known one another for a couple of nights, apparently, they shared their biggest secrets and were the best of friends. But I didn't trust her.

Dean had revealed to Sam and I that...Sam was chosen for—something by the demon with the yellow eyes. And if the time came that Sam turned evil, Dean would have to kill him. He'd also suggested a vacation—a suggestion which Sam automatically shot down. I had spent a lot of that night crying, mainly because Sam wouldn't talk to me. He went out for a walk. With Piri. And probably spilled his guts to her. And probably got me back for being with Dean. And it was making me sick. I tried to pull my mind from that and brought it back to the less pressing matter of Cadence.

I leaned against the window of the Impala, and looked at Grace's '69 Mustang in the rear view mirror. I could see the two women talking, and swallowed hard, tapping Dean on the shoulder, since Sam was asleep. I had to know if Cadence was his. I don't know why, but it was bothering me. Dean looked up at the rear view and cast me a curious glance. "What's up, Page?" he asked me with a small smile. He'd been...really happy lately. And it was kind of nice. Happy Dean was a really big change from always depressed Dean.

I shrugged a shoulder and looked over it at Grace's car. "Um...Dean?" I asked. What was the best way to ask one of your dearest friends if they had a ten year old daughter? Too bad they didn't have a format for that. "You said you knew Grace up until you were, right?" I asked, watching as Dean nodded, and doing the math in my head. He was twenty-eight now. Meaning...it was entirely possible. I bit my lip and glanced over at Sam to make sure that he was still asleep. Sure, we'd almost lost our friendship over a secret kept between Dean and I, but this was obviously something Dean didn't want us to know. "Cadence...is she..."

Dean bit his lip and raised one hand to run through his hair. "Um...yeah. She is..." he whispered and looked at me nervously. "I didn't know she existed, but...Grace and I...I was eighteen when it happened, you know? Teenage hormones, or, well, just...Dean hormones..." he chuckled lightly. "But...let's just let it be, okay?"

I smiled and nodded my head, putting a hand on Dean's arm and leaning back against my seat. Dean had a daughter. "Well, maybe ten years late, but...congratulations..." I grinned at him. Dean grinned back and nodded his head, instead of saying a thank you. I leaned back and rested until we got to the hotel we were staying at. That...explained a lot. The fact that he had such a soft spot for Grace, and that he went weak whenever he saw Cadence. I sighed and shook my head. Still, that didn't explain Piri. What was it about her that I was so unsure of? She...was nice. She was really nice. Especially to Sam. She was excellent with Cadence. But...the walks that I always used to take with Sam? Were taken with Piri now. Had I been a jealous woman, I would have freaked out.

That night, at the hotel, Dean had decided to go stay with Grace, Piri and Cadence in their room, and...God, it was the first alone time Sam and I had been given in a...really long time. Sam was...really tired. I sighed and lay against his shoulder on the bed, glancing up at him. "Sam..."

He looked at me, exhaustion evident on his face. "What's up? You look...really upset."

I shrugged and ran a hand through my hair. "I don't know...it's really stupid. Um...swear to me you won't laugh?" I asked, and when Sam nodded his head, I bit my lip and thought through the best way to ask this. "What...is it that you find so trustworthy about that Piri girl?" I asked him, my cheeks automatically turning red. I felt horrible for...assuming the worst. But I kind of deserved it, and would not blame Sam if he had been with Piri nine-hundred times over by now.

Sam looked at me, an eyebrow raised. "Piri? She and I just...connect. We have a lot in common, and it's nice to have a friend like that. Don't get me wrong, Page. She's no you, y'know?" he said, and I smiled. "But...okay. I'm going to tell you what I find so trustworthy about her. You just...have to swear to me that it is between us...well, and Dean. Since I'm sure Grace told Dean," Last to know was a really shitty feeling, but I nodded and shrugged it off. It was probably something huge if I was the last to know. Sam kept talking. "Piri? Is like me. And Max—only not...confused like Max. She...has premonitions. And if she's in a jam, she can telekinetically move things. And...we talk about that..."

My eyes widened, and I felt like a tool for ever feeling like Sam and Piri had...something going. "So, that's why you and she had that talk on the day...you know..." I asked him, a relieved tone in my voice. "You were..."

Sam nodded and laughed a little. "Commiserating with someone who could relate. Nothing more. Piri is a really nice person," he told me. "She understands a lot of things. That night, she cut our walk short because she thought you might want to talk about what was going on. Maybe you and she should talk."

I shook my head and smiled, leaning up to kiss Sam softly. "No, no. I believe you. Let's just...get a little sleep, huh?" I asked him, rolling over in bed so that Sam was holding me from behind. I had been worried over Sam having a confidante, and it had been totally ridiculous of me, because Piri was just...someone for Sam to rely on. I apologized inwardly for all the (also inward) comments I'd made about her being a freak-girl and an Avril Lavigne wannabe. That had been a slight relapse of my high-school state of mind, and I hated myself for it. Sam needed someone else to confide in, anyway. And I trusted him more than I trusted myself, so the fact that it was a woman? Didn't make me insecure at all. I was Sam's destiny.

However, I didn't realize how soon I'd see how true that was.