The sun finally rose to signal the end of a long night. "Well who's up for some breakfast?" Dean asked between yawns
"I'm starving" I realised, just as I also realised something else "I have no clothes" I stood looking down at Pyjamas I was still wearing "when the demons came for me I didn't get time to change"
"Oh" Sam and Dean looked at each other, each hoping the other one would come up with an idea.
"how did that happen?" Dean blinked
"Yeah how did you do that?" Sam looked impressed.
"Do what?" I felt confused until I caught my reflection in the mirror and saw I was now wearing my favourite blue jeans and grey sweatshirt. "I just thought about them"
"Well be careful what you think about" Dean warned me, and then he turned to Sam "We're going to have to talk to Cas about getting some help for Caitlyn to control those powers of hers"
"I'm sorry" I suddenly felt like a freak, again
Sam put his arm round me "It's ok Cait, Dean didn't mean it that way"
I was too busy thinking about how he nice it felt to be close to him, and that he just called me Cait, nobody had ever called me that before but I liked it.
"I'll buy you breakfast" Dean said "as a peace offering"
"Ok, thanks" I accepted
They three of us were halfway thru breakfast when Cas popped into the empty seat beside Dean across from me and Sam
"Jeez Cas" Dean almost choked on his bacon cheeseburger.
"It that really appropriate breakfast food" Cas shot him a disapproving look.
"Are you here to help Cas? Or just to comment on my choice of breakfast?"
"Of course I'm here to help" Cas stated as if it was obvious "What is it you need help with?"
Dean nodded towards me but then looked away awkwardly.
"It's ok Dean" I looked him in the eye, trying to sound braver than I really felt, then I turned to Castiel "I need help with my powers, I'm worried I'll think something wrong and it'll happen"
"She thought up clothes this morning" Dean stated as if that explained everything.
"What's wrong with clothes?" Castiel looked genuinely confused
Dean looked towards Sam "A little help here?" he pleaded
"We know Cait isn't evil" he began as he gently squeezed my hand under the table "but we are concerned that if she can transport herself to us by thinking about us or summon her clothes because she just thought about them, then her thoughts could cause problems. It's almost impossible to control thoughts"
"Caitlyn" Castiel began "You wanted to get away from danger and you wanted clothes"
"Yes" I nodded
"Think about something you don't want"
"What are you crazy?" Dean argued
"No" Sam shook his head "I think I see where Cas is going with this. Do you trust me Cait?"
"Yes" I said immediately.
"Think about the Demons that came to your foster parent's house"
"Ok" I said reluctantly as I mentally recall what had happened the pervious night.
Dean looked around the diner expectantly, as if he was waiting for them to appear from nowhere.
"Cait doesn't want the demons, don't you get it" Sam looked relieved "It only works if she really wants something"
"Well why didn't you just say that Cas..." Dean began but Castiel had already gone "can't we put a bell on him?"