Here yall go! Sorry, this should have taken me less time to put up but I kept on getting distracted. Not good when trying to write :P. Hope this chapter is okay!


I've been in some tough situations before. Hell, we all have. But I got to say, this is one demotes a few. It's not that I haven't had a gun pointed at me before, 'cause I've had a few more than I'd like. No, this had more to do about the person on the other end. Yeah, that wasn't helping. You really do not want an angry looking Winchester to point a gun at you. At least he's not aiming at Megstiel or Des, I thought, glad that I was assumed to be the bigger threat.

"Put that down," I said calmly.

"Hell no, I'm not going for that," Dean said. I frowned, trying to figure out my options. I could try and disarm him. That could end any number of ways. I couldn't exactly hurt him either. Leaving the pups behind was definitely not an option. Well, damn. An idea popped into my head and I smiled a little.

"Fine." I snapped my fingers. In place of the very intimidating gun Dean had been holding earlier was a bright, orange, plastic water pistol. The look on his face was priceless. Megsti and Des choked back their laughter but I did nothing to conceal mine. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Hell Hound to fix." Dean opened his mouth and closed it again, not sure what to say. I knelt down again and put all of my focus into the task. Whatever had hurt it left a wound that did not want to heal, and it took much longer than I thought. When it was finally healed I had a pounding headache and felt weak from the exertion. "So I guess an Angel Blade did that?" I said after I mentally narrowed down what could have possible made an injury that tough to get rid of. Destiel shrugged.

"It fits," she answered. I nodded. I brought my attention back to a certain hunter who stood looking pretty confused. The water pistol was still in his hands.

"What are you guys?" Dean asked. I snorted.

"Complicated," I replied. "Do you want your gun back?" He seemed taken aback by the question. I gestured for plastic gun and he handed it to me. I tossed it to Megstiel who pulled out Dean's gun and handed it to him in return. That didn't help his confusion. "She carries it around. For holy water, that sort of a thing," I explained, "I simply switched their places." I gave him a smirk. Suddenly Des looked around, as if actually seeing the situation for the first time.

" 'Cest is going to be pissed when she finds out about this," she said. Oh. I had forgotten about that.

"If, now when. If 'Cest finds out about this." Megsti corrected. There was still a chance Wincest would never know.

"If I find out about what?" Wincest asked appearing in the doorway. Well there goes that.

"Speak of the Devil," Megstiel mumbled. Sam appeared in the door way as well and I chuckled a little at the timing. The younger Winchester ignored me.

"Wait, you know them?" Dean asked. She was about to reply but I beat her there.

"Yeah, you know them?" I said, gesturing to the brothers. "When exactly were you going to mention that little fact?" Wincest stepped towards me and the smaller Hell Hound growled defensively. It started stalking forwards but I stopped it. "Woah, down Bells!" I commanded. Bells reluctantly stopped.

"You named it Bells?" Sam asked. I laughed.

"Yah, get it? AC/DC. Bells, as in Hells Bells."

"That's great and all, but can we take this somewhere else?" Dean asked, eyeing Bells warily.

"I'll take the dogs to Samci's," I declared. I expected 'Cest to protest but it was Destiel who spoke up.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" She questioned with a frown. Megsti stepped forward.

"I'll go too." It was clear she wanted out of this situation. Didn't we all. Wincest nodded.

"We'll head to my place," she said. With a wave I zapped to Samcifer's apartment sized place with Megstiel and the two Hounds. He was sitting on a couch with a laptop looking rather bored. He only raised an eyebrow at our entrance.

"What, you're not going to question why the hell we just popped up with two Hell Hounds?" I asked with a slight head tilt. He shrugged.

"No." I rolled my eyed.

"Whatever. I need you to look after them for a little while."

"Is that so?" he said closing the laptop.

"Well, I'll be staying if that helps," Megsti said. "I can show you my new sword while I'm here." They both had a strange fascination with knives, swords, some of their history, etc. They could talk about them for hours. Their collection was getting pretty impressive. The mention of something new perked Samcifer up.

"Fine," he said after a thoughtful pause. I slumped a little in relief.

"Thanks," I said. "And don't mess with my dogs. If you do, Bells and Toby will be the least of your worries," I added, getting protective. Megstiel snorted.

"When did the other one become Toby?" She asked.

"Just now. Anyways, I probably should get over to 'Cest before someone gets murdered." I gave a little wave and didn't wait for the response before I zapped away. In Wincest's cozy living room sat the most uncomfortable looking group of people. The Winchesters sat on the couch while Wincest and Destiel sat across from them in the two arm chairs. There was room for me to sit by Sam, but I didn't want to make them feel even more awkward. I settled for sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"So," I said, "What did I miss?" I looked around. No one answered. This is going to be a really long night, I thought. "Is anyone going to speak or are we just going to stare at each other?"

"Um, what exactly, are you?" Sam asked, looking at Dessi , Wincest, and me. We shifted, looking at each other for help. Someone had to explain, but no one wanted to.

"You explain Sabe," 'Cest said. I gave her a bitch face.

"How about you since you were the one hunting with them," I snapped back. No one ever actually said that she was there because she was hunting, but it was true. Wincest went on a lot of hunts and she was bound to run in to those boys at some point.

"You both need to stop your bitching." Destiel said. She looked at me. "It would be better if you were the one to explain so that it doesn't get to…awkward." Her green eyes shifted to 'Cest and I knew that that was a valid point. What would Wincest say? 'My name is Wincest. I'm the human version of an OTP that is for you two. As in Sam and Dean. Together.' Yah, that probably wouldn't go over too well. I rubbed my temples.

"Alright, how should I start?" I said.


Thanks for reading this far. Please review! If you have any ships that you want to be mentioned/have an appearance, just let me know and I'll put it in :). I'm going to a camp this week so it will be a little while before I get the next chapter up.

And in case you read the first chapter before I made this change, Destiel now has Dean's eyes ;).

Tea and stars,

-DeadlyJellyBaby