"Alright, start talking." Dean ordered, getting out first. Sam and Castiel followed, standing almost in opposition to myself and Ketch. I moved away just a little bit, so that I was more in between the two as a peace keeper. The opposing stance and the symbolism that usually goes with it... That wasn't something I was prepared to wrap my head around just yet, even if I was imagining things.

"It's all very simple, really," Ketch explained. "Mick Davies asked you to join our effort, which we're taking international. My instructions are to strongly encourage a 'yes.'" Note to self, ask who Mick Davies is later.

"So, what?" Castiel asked. "You've just been following us?"

"Not at all." Ketch assured them. "We're good dogs. We only come when called. And he," he took a second to nod towards Sam. "Called."

"You what?" Dean asked, turning on his brother. Castiel took a moment to approach me, examining my person.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I assured him. "Don't worry."

"I… I didn't." Sam protested. "I hung up."

"Yes, you did," Ketch agreed. "Which made Mr. Davies think that you were in trouble, which you were. So he rings me. Bing, bang, boom." I rubbed my ear for a second at the boom part. "Meet Bob. He's your uncle. Oh, and, um, you're welcome. Hmm?"

"And why should we believe anything that you have to say?" Dean challenged. In response, Ketch turned to Castiel

"You, Halo." He said, catching his attention. "Do you sense I'm lying?"

"My name is Castiel." He said, and I couldn't help but smile just a little bit. What a human thing for him to respond with. "And... No." He answered. "But the truth can be situational."

"Oh." Ketch turned back to the Winchesters. "Oh, I do enjoy an angel. But I understand your hesitation. You haven't exactly seen us at our best. Lady Bevell is a bit... excitable." I wanted to ask Castiel who that was, but Dean filled it in for me.

"She tried to kill us!"

"Like I said," Ketch reminded him. "Excitable."

Really? They're throwing a fit about someone trying to kill them? How many times have they threatened MY life already, when everything that I've done under my own control has been nothing but attempts to HELP them? This wouldn't happen in England. The thought crossed my mind for just a moment before chasing itself away.

"And you're better?" Sam asked.

"I don't care about you one way or the other. I'm not an ideologue."

"And all you want to do is help these American Hunters to clear this country of monsters?" Castiel asked.

"We understand things are different here." Ketch agreed. "We're eager to collaborate. The British Men of Letters are centuries old, lads." He turned to me. "And lady. We can offer expertise, weaponry, skills."

"Like we saw out on the road?" Sam asked.

"I'm an artist, Mr. Winchester." Ketch answered, popping the trunk of his car with his keys. "I paint in many colors." We all moved to gather around the trunk as Dean spoke.

"Was that a grenade launcher?" It was in the backseat, that I knew, but there was a second one also in the trunk. My eyes widened slightly at that.

"Quite." Ketch answered.

"Ah." Dean stared at the haul in shock, and I let out a low whistle.

"Damn." I muttered. "This looks like… Like the back of a rich serial killer's limo." I reached in, pulling out a weird looking one. "What's this?"

"Our engineers have spent years blending sorcery and technology." Ketch answered, giving me a pointed look. "For instance, we don't always decapitate vampires. Inefficient, really, especially for large nests." I felt a small jab in my stomach, and didn't quite understand why. "We irradiate them, reorder their DNA. Their own blood becomes lethal to them."

"Holy shit." I muttered. I'd been wanting to work on spells like this, things to make Hunting a little easier and a little less up close and personal, but these guys had actually DONE IT.

"Cool." Sam commented in agreeance.

"The toys are the fun part, hmm?" Ketch asked, putting back the thing. He pulled out a second item after that, a weird egg-shaped thing that was gold and… absolutely covered in symbols, a lot of which I actually recognized.

"Hyperbolic Pulse Generator." He said.

"That thing gets rid of demons." I stated. When everyone but Ketch looked at me in surprise, I politely took the egg from Ketch and rolled it around in my hands. "All these markings on it, they're from different religions and theologies and spells, but they all have a common theme." I rolled it around one more time, to make sure. "It's supposed to expel a parasitic like force from a host body, or in this case a demon from it's victim."

"Exorcisms are unreliable." Ketch explained. "This device emits a force which drives the possessing demon from the vessel."

"What about a, uh, possessing angel?" Sam asked, glancing from me to Ketch. I studied the symbols much closer. They didn't really specify demons in particular, just a possessing force acting on a human. I could work against a poltergeist, probably.

"And what might you boys and the lady be working on?" Ketch asked.

"Well, you want us to trust you," Dean said. "You're gonna have to trust us first."

"And that means?" Ketch directed the question at me this time. Everybody stared at me, then, waiting for me to answer.

What, now they care about my opinions?

"If you're as knowledgeable as you claim to be," I said, keeping my voice level. "Then you should know that they wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"No, but I'm asking you." He answered. "Not them."

"Look, man, she's not the one in charge here," Dean started, stepping in to intervene, but Ketch held out an arm.

"I said I'm asking Ms. Nyx." Ketch said. "And I would like to hear the woman speak."

"She's a witch." Dean argued. "Not a Hunter, much less a Men of Letters."

"She's here, isn't she?" Ketch asked. "And she recognized what the Hyperbolic Pulse Generator was before the rest of you did. So I would like to hear her answer," he glared pointedly at each of the boys in turn. "To make sure that if I entrust this to you it will be used properly and not destroyed. These aren't easy to make, after all."

Dean moved back, turning to look at his brother for backup. Sam, in turn, shrugged and turned to me. "Diana?" He asked. Dean's hands hit loudly at his sides.

"I promise, I'll treat it with the utmost care." I said. "And I can assure you that we," I glanced at the rest of the guys. "Wouldn't be asking unless it truly was important. You know their history, as well as mine." I reminded Ketch. "Do you really think we'd just take the egg for kicks?"

"Fine." He agreed. "I will show you, and only you, how to use it. I expect it back after you're done." He pulled a business card out of his jacket pocket. "Call the number here when you're finished, and you will be given instructions on how to return the Hyperbolic Pulse Generator." Dean tried to snatch the business card out of his hand, but Ketch moved just a little faster, holding the paper out towards me. I took it cautiously, waiting to see if Sam would try this time, before putting it in my back pocket.

"Thanks." I said. Ketch and I walked over to a small area away from the guys. I could hear them talking amongst each other as we walked, with Dean and Sam most definitely not happy about the situation. "Why trust me with this?" I asked him once we were far enough away.

"You recognized what it could do." Ketch answered, kneeling down with the egg. "What you need to do first is draw this symbol," he drew it in the dirt, one I hadn't seen before. "In blood, preferably. Then for demons, you say 'Go back, Prince of Hell' in Latin."

"Vade retro, princeps inferni." I translated. Ketch nodded.

"Clever lady." He repeated. "The egg won't work without both the symbol and the words, with the symbol coming first." He said. "And you'll need to be close, preferably in the same room as the angel, though I can't say that the words for a demonic force will work on a holy one." He took a glance over at Castiel. "It's not that one, is it?"

"No." I shook my head, glancing over at him myself. "He's sticking around for a while."

"And that offer is still open, by the way." He added. "When you return the egg, let us know what you think." He stood up then, turning to the boys. "Good to go?" He asked them loudly. Startled, they turned over to look at Ketch. I stared at the symbol one more time, making sure I had it committed to memory, before wiping it away with my hand.

"Yeah." Sam shouted back. "You guys?"

"I believe she is." Ketch offered me a hand, and I took it as I stood, egg in hand. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"I got this, guys." I assured the Winchesters, noticing a slight unappeased look on Castiel's face.

Great. Now he doesn't want me along. It was honestly starting to look like the only person that was alright with me here was the British Men of Letters guy, Ketch.

And he had offered me a job.