"Now, I'll ask only once, love. Who are you?" Crowley stood over Honey on the porch.

"You know it's kind of rude just to pop someone somewhere you want with out asking." Honey pushed herself up to her feet, wiping dirt off her jeans.

"Oh a smart ass, are you? Must be a Winchester."

Honey put a finger to her nose, "Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!"

"Really?" Crowley put his hands in his pockets and cocked his head. "And who might you be?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Honey turned on her heel reaching for the door knob in the same movement.

Crowley grabbed her wrist in a death grip. "Tsk tsk, not so fast little one. I'm not quite finished with you."

"Hey, where's Honey?" Dean asked Sam as he walked into the kitchen. "I thought she came inside."

"She did." Sam closed the book he was reading, "I spooked her. She went right back outside."

Dean nodded as Jo came through the doorway after him, her cheeks flushed.

"You guys okay?" Sam smirked.

"Yeah. Fine. Why?" Dean and Jo spoke at the same time. "Shut up Sam." They chorused.

All of a sudden there was a crash just outside the front door, Dean took the gun from his holster and slowly made his way to the door. "Oh a smart ass, are you?" He heard Crowley's muffled voice, and then Honey's higher pitch. He felt the door knob giggle underneath his hand. "Tsk tsk, not so fast little one." Dean put the gun back and grabbed the dagger off the office desk, ripping the door open he aimed the dagger toward Crowley.

"Dean, always a pleasure coming to see you." Crowley rolled his eyes, letting go of Honey's wrist and putting his hands up in a surrender.

"Honey, get inside." Dean watched Honey out of the corner of his eye as she stuck her tongue out at Crowley and sauntered her way in the house.

"Firecracker that one," Crowley nodded his head toward the direction Honey went. "I assume she's yours somehow."

"How do you figure that?" Dean never lowered the dagger.

"Have you looked at the girl?" Crowley shoved his hands back in his pockets, "Not much to figure."

"What do you want Crowley?" Dean asked starting to get annoyed.

"Well, Lucifer is still alive, for one."

"Change of plans." Dean answered.

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Not really. No." Dean started backing his way into the house, "Well, Crowley, it's been great, but really got to go." Dean started to shut the door, but Crowley stopped it with a foot.

"I will find out what's going on Dean. Don't think that I won't.

"Oh, I'm counting on it." With that Dean slammed the door.

Dean stabbed the dagger into the small table near the door, turning on Honey. "What the hell was that about?" The vein in his neck throbbed.

"He found me out in the junk yard, popped me on to the front porch and then you showed up. End of story." Honey stood her ground. This man was not her father yet, she was not going to let him yell at her. He took a breath to respond but she held up her hand to stop him. "No. I did not tell him anything, I'm not even really sure I know who that is."

"What do you mean?" Jo asked coming out of the kitchen, "Have you met him before?"

"No. Yes?" Honey shook her head, putting her palms on her temples. "I don't know." She looked up, and Dean finally got a good look at her.

Her hair was lighter then it was when she first showed up. One of her eyes had turned brown, both clearly bloodshot and sinking further and further into her face. "Shit."

Honey closed her eyes in relief. "You get it now?" She backed up to sit on the stairs, hanging her head between her knees, taking deep breathes. No one spoke as she did, it was as if they had watched her age fifty years in the blink of an eye. "Everything that I change, changes me. Memories are the first to go, to morph into something new, or just disappear all together. The big changes cause physical changes."

"What happens when you go back?" Jo practically whispered, "What will happen to you?"

Honey couldn't help but chuckle. "There's nothing to go back to."

By now everyone was circled around her, Dean stood with arms crossed in front of the door, Sam sat in one of the kitchen chairs, his elbows on his knees, Bobby and Ellen on the couch to the left of the stairs, and Jo was next to Dean. Their eyes were locked on her.

"You made a deal." Sam was the first to speak.

Honey tilted her head on the side, as if it was too heavy for her to hold up, and nodded. "I made a deal, I needed to help you realize what you needed to do to get Lucifer back in the cage, and I would get my family back."

"What happened to them?" Sam asked quietly, moving slowly into the foyer, trying not to scare her off again.

"Well Uncle Sam," Honey slapped her hands on her thighs, "You killed them." She shook her head, "No, you slaughtered them, in front of me."

"Sam says 'yes'"? Dean finally speaks.

Honey rolled her eyes, "Yes, and unfortunately he's gonna have to do it again."

"No." Dean practically spit.

"Sorry," Honey shrugged, "Sadly, that's the only option."

"No."

"Well," Honey threw her hands in the air, "I can see this is going no where." She stood and started up the stairs, "I'm going to lie down, I have a headache." Slamming the door to her designated room.

"Dean," Sam started.

"No."

"She may have something, Dean." Bobby tried to interject.

"No." Dean repeated.

"What if she knows-" Sam started again.

"No." Dean cut him off. Jo put a hand on Dean's arm. "No."

"Stop." Jo demanded, in her best Ellen tone. "Maybe you should hear her out. It's more than possible she knows something you don't."

Dean stared at her, weighing each of her words, she was right. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he headed up the stairs to Honey's room.

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