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When I woke up the next morning, I was astonished to realize there was someone else in my bed. When I looked up to see Dean next to me, I wasn't just shocked, I was paralyzed. When I regained conscious thought, I slipped out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I cleaned up my face, which was streaked red, and then went out into the main room again.

Sam was at the table with coffee and a bag of something. He looked over at Dean and then at me, silently asking me why he was in my bed. I shrugged, not wanting to admit the real reason. He went over to the bed and woke him up. He sat up and rubbed his eyes; he looked over at me, and then got out of the bed. When he passed me going into the bathroom, he patted my shoulder lightly.

I knew he was reminding me that it was alright. I went over to the table and grabbed the coffee Sam offered and sat down at the table. "You alright?" he asked me.

I nodded and said, "As alright as I can be right now."

I avoided his gaze and picked at a loose piece of wood on the table. When Dean came back out he grabbed a coffee and said, "What's on the agenda for today?"

"Uh…I don't know, wait for Cas to get here and update us on whatever is going on. Um, Bobby is supposed to be coming over later too, he left after…" Sam trailed.

Dean nodded and sat down at the table. He sat the coffee down and looked over at me, "Do you want to talk about anything?"

Sam's expression surprised me; he seemed a little shocked at what Dean had said. I ignored him and looked at Dean. He looked sincere, and I sure as hell wanted to rant to someone about how unfair it was, and I really just wanted to breakdown and cry again, but I couldn't. I shook my head and he said, "You sure? If you want, you can talk to Sam, or he can leave, either way is okay with both of us, right Sam?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

I looked at the two and my shoulders sagged in defeat, even though no one was pushing me into talking, I really wanted to. I looked at the wood on the table and started, "My dad died when I was twelve, he got in a car crash, and…I remember opening the door and seeing Officer Smith, he was my dad's best friend. He'd been crying, I could tell, and he looked like he was almost about to start to cry again. When he asked to talk to my mom I knew it wasn't purely a social visit. So when Officer Smith left, and I was sitting on the couch next to my mom and Robbie, I was still in the dark about everything. When she told us, I remember my eyes instantly leaking tears, and it was really just a confirmation. I felt it, when it happened, I felt it. The car killed him on impact, and there wasn't anything for us to bury, he'd…he'd…in the fire."

I paused and took a deep breath, "We had a funeral for him, and we buried an empty casket for him. It was just filled with pictures, and some things he always had on him… When the funeral was over, I didn't talk to anyone for weeks…I was blaming myself and…I just kept thinking I really wanted him to come home and tuck me in one last time. I really wanted him to open the door and shout, 'Lucy, I'm home!' like in the show, but…everyday I'd wake up and go downstairs, and I'd make the coffee like usual…and he wouldn't come downstairs…I cried almost every day, because he didn't come downstairs…he just wouldn't come downstairs…"

I blinked away tears and then continued, "It took me a month to stop making the coffee…and another month after that to trust cars again. Robbie was a mess, he was angry all the time, and he'd come home from school with suspension notes, and detention - no one seemed to really care that we'd just lost our father. It was so hard, he'd been the only one I could talk to for so long, and I really looked up to him, and he was gone. It took me five months before I could think about him without crying, and then I felt guilty about it. I was so mad at him though, he just-he just left, he didn't have a will, he didn't even wake me up that morning when he went to work. I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to him when he left that morning."

I wiped at my eyes and looked at the two, Sam was looking at the table and Dean was watching me talk. I looked back down at the table and said, "Now that Robbie is gone- My whole life he watched out for me, always, he beat some kids up for calling me names. Rob was the best big brother ever; it was like his life mission since I was born to watch out for me, or something. He-he, he never complained when my mom told him to take me with him to a friend's house, and he was more than happy to drive me to school when he got his license."

Tears formed quicker than when I was talking about my dad. The wound of Robbie passing was so new, it wasn't easy to talk about him. "I never got the chance to repay him, I always told him I'd repay him someday, that one day when we were older I'd give him the money he needed for the car he wanted, I told him I'd babysit his kids every weekend so his wife and him could have date night. I was waiting for us to get older; I told myself he'd probably pass before me, but not now. He can't- He's supposed to die by some rare disease from a tropic rainforest that no one has ever been to. He's not supposed to be stabbed by some random guy… It's not fair.

"It's not fair that my brother has to die so I can have some dumb powers. I don't want powers! I want my family. I want my dad. I want my brother. I want my mom. I don't want to be special, damn it! I just want to be normal," I cried. I covered my eyes with my hands and sobbed.

I stopped crying suddenly and said, "It is so annoying when people tell me that the reason I'm so mean, or quiet, or annoying is that I'm blocking them from what I feel on the inside. What I feel on the inside isn't something I want to broadcast to the whole world, so sue me. But I could always talk to my family, they were always there. How am I supposed to live without them? Is it even possible?"

I didn't wait for a response though, I just kept talking, "I have friends, but they don't understand, they have their family. They even have their grandparents too, I never knew mine. How am I supposed to live if no one else knows how I feel? Why does this have to be on my shoulders?"

This time I did wait for a response.

"It isn't fair that it's on your shoulders, you're right," Dean started, "But we know what you're going through."

I looked at him and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay."

"Our mom died in a house fire when we were kids, I was four, and Sam was 6 months old. We lost our dad in a car accident in our twenty's though," he explained solemnly.

'How does he explain a tragedy in under a hundred words?'

I nodded, knowing that saying sorry wouldn't help. I looked down at my hands and said, "I'm trying so hard to believe what you guys tell me. About demons, and – stuff - but, it's so farfetched."

"You've seen the black eyes, the black smoke, Cas showed you his wings," Dean listed the things.

"Yeah, but, I don't know, it's just so, like I said, I'm trying to believe you," I sighed.

It was silent until Castiel appeared. He looked happy. "What'd you find out?" Dean asked, turning to look at Castiel.

"I know more about your position in the world," he said, almost smiling slightly.

"That's kind of creepy," I whispered to Dean.

He laughed slightly and then said, "Go ahead and tell us then."

"The person who works above the guardian, he spoke to me and informed me that Sydney is to restore order in Heaven."

"We already knew she was supposed to solve a crisis."

"She is to be in order of Heaven," Castiel clarified.

I took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "It all makes sense now," I said.

Sam looked over at me and looked confused while Dean was laughing. I stood up from my seat and said, "So I have to be in charge of Heaven? I hate to break it to you, but I'm not exactly old enough, nor am I responsible enough, and…well, I'll be the first one to point out the most obvious problem. I can't control Heaven from Earth."

"You are wise beyond your years, you are responsible enough, and of course you can control Heaven from Earth, but you are right, it would be easier for you to do so in Heaven," he nodded.

"Cool, I'm not going to, well, I don't plan on dying anytime soon," I informed him.

"Of course you won't die anytime soon, Daniel wouldn't allow it. But you are in charge, you have Michael's position now, and because no one can find God, you will have greater responsibilities than just arranging the Arch Angels," he still held that slight smile.

"Wait…where is God?" I asked.

"If we knew I'm sure we would not be having this conversation."

"Alright, alright, let's just..." I sighed and mumbled, "I am trying very hard for you, Robbie, but these dudes are making it harder and harder." I looked back at the three and said, "I'm going to go take a shower - you guys…mingle."

I turned to the bathroom and shut the door quickly. I was in the shower under thirty seconds and I was thinking of a song to sing. I couldn't come up with one until I was washing my hair, and I figured it suited how I felt at the moment, so I didn't mind belting out the lyrics in my horrible singing voice.

"So sick of the hobos always begging for change, I don't like how I gotta work and they just sit around and get paid. I hate all of the people who can't drive their cars. Bitch you better get outta the way, before I start falling apart. I hate how my wife, is always up my ass, she always want to buy brand new things, but I don't have the cash. I hate my job, all of my rich friends; I hate everyone to the bitter end. Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight. I hate my life!

"How come I never get laid? Nice guys always lose. How could she have another headache, there's always some kind of excuse. I still hate my job, my boss is a dick. I don't get paid nearly enough to put up with all of his shit. I hate my job, all of my rich friends; I hate everyone to the bitter end. Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight. I hate my life! Yeah!"

I bobbed my head slightly and my hips twirled on my own to the guitar and drums that only I could hear.

"I hate that I can't tell when a girl's underage. You know I tell her she's a nice piece of ass then her daddy punches me in the face. So if you're pissed like me, bitches here's what you gotta do. Put your middle fingers up in the air, go on and say 'fuck you!' I hate my job, all of my rich friends. I hate everyone to the bitter end, nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight. I hate my life! So much at stake, can't catch a break, I hate my life! No it's nothing new; it really sucks to be you. I fuckin' hate my life! Fuck."

I stepped out of the shower and flipped off the water. I dried myself off and pulled back on the over sized clothes the two had given me the day before. I walked out into the room to see Castiel standing there still, staring at the two. Dean and Sam were looking anywhere but at Castiel, and I instantly got suspicious.

"What happened?" I asked, towel drying my hair.

"Nothing," Dean cut off Castiel.

"Well while we're talking about nothing, I really need to go by my house and get some stuff. Like a hairbrush, for one, and some clothes, because, as much as I love to walk around in baggy clothes, I can't wear your guys' clothes forever."

Castiel seemed to be thinking about something, and then he said, "I will take you."

And then we were in my bedroom. I looked at the posters of the guys I thought were hot, some of them I didn't even know if they had a name, but they were up there. I grabbed my gym bag and pushed my hair brush and make-up bag into the larger one. I pulled out all of my jeans and then the first two drawers of t-shirts in my dresser. I pulled out a pair of flats, tennis shoes, a butt load of socks, and then, when Castiel wasn't looking, I pushed my plushy penguin into the bottom of the bag. I put my IPod and chargers into the bag and then I was packed.

I looked at Castiel and said, "Can I say goodbye to my mom?"

"She is not here," he stated.

"Where…" but the look on his face answered the question. Robbie's funeral.

I nodded and he asked, "Do you have all that you require?"

"Yeah, let's…go back," I nodded, but midsentence we were already back at the motel.

I sat the duffle bag on the bed closest to me and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. No one was in the room expect for Castiel and I, I figured someone had gone to get food or something. I flipped on the television and was surfing the cartoon channels when the bathroom door opened. I glanced over and the sight that greeted me almost made me forget everything else…

Sam…the quiet one that wears all of the baggy clothes, right, he was in nothing but a towel…and holy shit could he work a towel. I had never wanted towels to be illegal so bad. His hair was still slightly dripping water, and he was holding the towel up with one hand. He walked over to the table and pulled out clothes from his duffle bag before going back to the bathroom, and even though I was blushing bright red, I couldn't help but watch his back as he went into the bathroom - and what a back it was.

Dean walked in dripping wet, and I could hear the rain as he closed the door again. I was thinking maybe I had been in a car accident, or something, because there was no way Dean and Sam had been so hot just a few minutes ago. Can you be in a car accident when you fly everywhere?

Dean's shirt was clinging to his chest, and when he took it off and pulled on a different one, I found myself watching him. I blushed harder and tore my gaze from him to the TV again. I clicked the up arrow on the remote several more times, before I realized, I was holding it upside down. Taking a deep breath I turned the remote around and pointed it at the TV again.

When Sam came out of the bathroom I blushed even more, while looking at the TV. I chewed my lip and then Dean asked, "Are you hungry?"

'Please don't be talking to me. If you are…gosh, is it possible to die from all the blood rushing to my cheeks? I think I'm going to pass out…'

I risked a glance at him and he was looking at me. "No," I squeaked.

"You sure?" he questioned.

I nodded with my eyes glued to the TV again. It was an hour later that I realized I was going to eventually have to talk to them, which would involve looking at them. That thought only made me groan in fear, and pull a pillow over my face. Which in turn made Sam ask me if I as okay.

"I'm fine, why does everyone keep asking me that," I mumbled around a mouthful of pillow.

"It's a common question when someone is suffocating them self with a pillow," Dean commented.

I picked one of my hands up off the pillow and flipped him off before placing it back over my face. I rolled onto my stomach with my face still in the pillow and then sat up. I ran a hand through my hair, and then stated, "I'm going to brush my hair."

I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom. In retrospect, I could have stayed in the main room to brush my hair, but then I might have caught someone's eye, embarrassing. My hair was completely brushed out within ten minutes, and I honestly still didn't want to go out into the main room.

So I brushed my teeth, twice, and changed my clothes, three times. When I couldn't possibly stall any longer, I opened the door and pulled my bag out with me. I pushed it over by the bed and sat down on the comforter. I stretched out and ignored the stares from Sam and Dean.

Only a few minutes had passed until Castiel said, "I believe I know what has happened."

I looked at him with wide eyes, afraid he knew what was happening and Dean and Sam asked, "What?" at the same time.

Castiel opened his mouth to say something and I cut him off by saying, "I don't think that's right…"

"I didn't say anything yet," Castiel cocked his head to the side.

"Oh…"

He opened his mouth again and I said, "Nope, I still think you've got it wrong."

He tried again two more times, but I kept cutting him off. When he finally gave up, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was only two in the afternoon, and Bobby hadn't shown up yet, and I didn't know how I could avoid ever talking to them again. I was thinking about pulling a pillow over my face again, when I ended up sighing and pulling out my phone instead.

I texted Missy, my friend who was in college, and asked, 'How do you look a very hot guy in the eye when you've seen him without a shirt on?'

A few seconds later her reply came, 'Oh, hot guy, you say? Do I know this hot guy?'

I laughed slightly and texted back, 'I doubt it… Maybe you do, but I doubt it. I doubt it a lot.'

'What's the hotness rating?'

'Hm…tough to say…and there isn't only one…'

'Picture?' She requested.

'No way, can't risk him noticing… Wouldn't it be creepy to take a picture of him and send to my friend?'

'Possibly… I guess you're right. When they had their shirts off…did you stare?'

'A little hard not to stare, they were…are…gorgeous… I didn't notice it at first…but damn my teenage hormones are all over the place.'

'Haha, well…are they nice?'

Dean looked over at me then and inquired, "What are you doing?"

"Playing Tetris…" I said, looking anywhere but at him.

"Are you texting someone?" e asked.

"No," I said quietly.

"You are, aren't you? I guess we didn't go over this, but demons can take over anyone, and they can use your friends to get to you," Sam explained.

"Well I guess you're lucky, because I'm not texting anyone."

I locked my phone and put it on the night stand and said, "I was on the winning round of Tetris…thanks. Now I'll have to start all over again."

"Sorry?" Dean said, sounding more like a question.

"I'm just…so mad…now I'm going to bed," I huffed, and pulled the blankets over me. There were a few things wrong with going to bed at three in the afternoon, first I was upside down on the bed, second the blankets were covering all of me but my feet, and third it was three in the afternoon.

I waited a few minutes before attempting to pull myself from the blankets. I got twisted in them and ended up tumbling onto the floor. I groaned and stared up at the ceiling. I twisted on my back and yanked the covers out from under myself. I flung them onto the other bed and crawled up onto the bed. I walked across it and stood on the other side.

"I'm bored," I stated.

"Really? Huh…" Dean joked.

I sighed and stood up on the bed in front of me again. I looked over at the three men and said to Sam, "Is this how it feels to be taller than everyone else?"

Dean chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes, going back to his laptop. I bounced slightly on the bed and grinned. I always loved to jump on the bed, but there was always an adult to stop me from doing it. I jumped a little higher and when no one protested, I jumped a little bit more. I started to actually jump and when the bed creaked slightly, I bounced down on my butt, and sighed.

"Stupid motel beds, break easily, why? Why do motel beds break so easily? They're practically designed for people to have sex on, if I've got any sort of understanding about what goes on there, I'm pretty sure a little more than just jumping goes on," I mumbled to myself.

I stood up from the bed, still avoiding their eyes, and said, "I need something to do, immediately."

Castiel started to say something but I held my hand up to him and said, "Not from you though."

He frowned and closed his mouth. Dean and Sam shared a look and Sam handed me a book. "Read."

I looked down at the cover and then put it back down on the table. "No, you read, this is boring."

"I've got an idea," I said suddenly. I went over to the side drawer and pulled out the phone book and found the Bible underneath it. I pulled it out and frowned at it…

"You think everything in here is true?"

Before anyone could say anything I tossed it to the side and kept digging around the drawer. I found an old pamphlet for skydiving and threw it to the ground before pulling out the other drawer. I rummaged around and found a pad of paper and a pen. I put those on the other bed that had the two blankets on it. I pulled out an old stuffed panda bear and smiled at it.

"Anyone got a lighter?" I asked, turning around.

Dean pulled out one and said, "Yes, why?"

"Can I borrow it?" I asked.

"For…"

"Well…I plan to light something on fire…" I trailed.

He sighed and held it out to me. I grabbed it and went to the bed with the paper. I sat the panda bear on the counter next to the trash can and then pulled a bunch of the paper from the pad. I held the lighter to a corner of the page and watched the paper ignite in flames slowly. When it reached the opposite corner, I dropped it down and picked up another. I was on the fifth page when Dean asked, "Hey, pyro, you wanna stop that?"

I laughed slightly and said, "Pyro, that's new one… You know, I've always wanted a flamethrower, now that I'm going to have to live with crazy—er….hunters, I figure I can buy one, right?"

I looked up from the burning page and waited expectantly. "No, you don't get a flamethrower, or anything sharp…or dangerous," Dean said looking at me oddly.

I sighed and stood up, leaving the mess on the floor by the trashcan and said, "Why? No one ever lets me play with sharp things, they always instantly assume just because I—Hey, I have an idea."

"You're giving me a headache," Dean stated.

I looked over his shoulder at the book in front of him and then walked over to Sam's laptop. He was reading something else that didn't hold my attention. I sighed and said, "I've got to do something before I die."

"How old are you again?" Sam asked.

"Seventeen…I can't do anything at this age. No bars. No smoking. No beer. No sex. No—" I blushed when I realized what I had said and clamped a hand over my mouth.

I walked over to the bed with the two blankets and buried my face in the pillows and comforters. Dean was laughing, I could hear him, and I shook my head at myself in the pile of sheets. I cried out in pain when I felt the pen jab me in the side and rolled off the bed onto the floor. I grabbed the pen from the bed and stared at it before looking at the wall on the other side of the room.

"Hey, wanna make a bet?" I asked no one in particular.

No one responded so I said, "Five bucks says I can hit that black mark on the wall over there."

I gestured to the large black smear on the wall. "No, no, no, no," Dean shook his head standing up.

He grabbed the pen from my hand and went over to the table again. He sat the pen near his book and shook his head still while reading again. "Fine, be that way. What am I supposed to do?"

Castiel started to talk once again but I held my hand up once again and said, "Dude, seriously, not now with the religious stuff."

I climbed up on the bed again and looked at the other bed. I stared at it for a few moments before rearing back and jumping to it. I landed on it and grinned in triumphant. I sat down on the bed and Dean said, "Are all seventeen year olds this…"

"Yes, they are, you were seventeen once…a long time ago, but it happened…" I smirked.

"It wasn't that long ago," he defended.

"Sure… How old are you? Thirty…something," I tried.

He shook his head and looked down at his book again. "Though you do look nice for a thirty something…" I mumbled to myself.

I looked at everyone in the room to make sure no one had heard, and I was pretty sure I had successfully gotten away until Sam asked, "What'd you say?"

"Um…uh…what?" I asked.

"You mumbled something, what'd you say?"

I pursed my lips and said, "I think you're delusional… I didn't say anything."

"Uh huh," he smirked, looking back down to his laptop.

I stretched out on the bed and pulled my phone from the nightstand. I went to Pandora, my music program, and pushed play. Without Me by Eminem started to play, and I grinned.

"I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver. Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya, a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor. Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the doctor when I'm not co-operating. When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating. You waited this long, now stop debating, 'cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating. I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating!"

"What are you listening to?" Dean asked.

"It's Without Me by Eminem, and I think it's a funny song," I said.

"It's making my headache worse," he griped.

"Oh, then, I guess I'll just have to," I pushed the button on the volume to turn it up higher and started saying the lyrics again.

"And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy, I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie!
Now this looks like a job for me, so everybody, just follow me, 'cause we need a little, controversy. 'Cause it feels so empty, without me. I said this looks like a job for me, so everybody, just follow me, 'cause we need a little, controversy. 'Cause it feels so empty, without me.

"Little Hellions, kids feelin' rebellious, embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis. They start feelin' like prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells bitch! A visionary, vision of scary, could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves. A rebel, so just let me revel and bask in the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass. And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?"

I pushed pause as Dean started talking again, "Seriously how do you listen to that stuff?"

"What do you listen to?" I asked.

"He listens to Metallica, Motorhead, mullet rock," Sam clarified.

I chewed my lip and said, "I like those bands…though I've never heard of Motorhead, but like…Black Sabbath, right?"

"You like Black Sabbath?" Dean asked.

"Duh, they're a great band…and Bon Jovi is cool, though I am not crazy about him. Some of my crazier friends would die if he walked into the room, I think he's good…on an occasion," I said.

"Told you," Dean said.

"What music do you listen to?" I asked Sam.

"Anything but Dean limits it to those bands," Sam said.

I looked over at Castiel and said, "Do you listen to music? Are you allowed to?"

"I do not have time to listen to music," he said matter-of-factly.

"Why? Instead of standing there why don't you go fly to a CD store and buy some CD's. Listen to music. Better yet, I'll educate you," I grinned.

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