Shiloh glanced at the relic in Sam's hands glad Sam arrived when he did. She wanted Dean to think about what she said and not just lash back at her. "Hey Sam, I don't want you to think I am backing out of this but do you really think you want to create a ring of holly fire in the garage? Your brother might get a little touchy about baby getting scorched. "

A half smile tugged at the corners of Sam's mouth before turning into a frown. "Where would you suggest? It's not as if we can set it up outside."

"The dungeon?"

"Really Dean, the dungeon? I thought I was going to get the benefit of the doubt?"

"You're not."

"Why? Sam."

Dean interrupted the angel not wanting to chance she would tell Sam about Zeke. "Fine, you're supposed to be my guardian angel how about we set it up in my room. You do know where it is right?"

"Of course Dean," Shiloh said hoping the sound of frustration was appreciated by the Winchesters. Sometimes she wished she hadn't taken on so many of the human traits because dealing with Dean was enough to try a saint.

Sam turned and picked up the folding chair to follow her when Dean pulled him back. "Wait,"

The elder Winchester pointed to the devil's trap engraved on the floor and watched to see if she would walk on it or try to go around. When she walked straight through it Sam shrugged and turned to follow.

By the time the trio walked to Dean's room Shiloh had counted two more devils traps, and five protection glyphs and hoped the boys were closer to trusting her. In the room Sam moved ahead of her and placed the chair in the middle of the room. It was going to be tight if they didn't want to set the bed or dresser on fire.

"We could move the bed out in the middle of the floor and pour the oil around it. You would be more comfortable."

"Dude, we are not worrying about her comfort," Dean snapped.

Sam just shook his head as if he didn't understand his older brother sometimes and shoved the bed away from the wall. After the bed was moved and the oil was poured both brothers looked at the angel expectantly.

To say angels didn't feel fear was wrong because the trepidation had been building from the garage to room eleven and she had not even entered the circle. Maybe she owed Ezekiel an apology since he too was afraid. She had just stepped over the line of oil on the floor when the whoosh of the wall of fire blasted her. She turned around and saw the smug smile on Dean's face and her stomach fell. She could only hope Sam would keep his word because it didn't look like Dean would and she only had herself to blame. She composed herself and slowly lowered herself to sit on the bed.

When Dean opened his mouth to speak his tone was flat, "Now you will answer our questions. Who are you really and what are you doing here?"

Shiloh looked at the two brothers and saw both of them waiting for an answer. There was no division among the ranks here Sam might not be her way out after all. "Why when you don't believe me. Just go make the call to Castiel. He will tell you about me."

"Why don't you tell us one more time," Dean said pulling the angel blade out of his top drawer.

"Wait Dean, what if she is telling the truth. We need all the help we can get and an angel on our side wouldn't be a bad thing."

"You know this is a bad idea, Sammy. We already have an angel on our side," Dean snapped.

"Yes Dean but Cas really isn't an angel any more, is he?"

Dean and Shiloh locked eyes for just a moment and she knew he hadn't been talking about Castiel. "Fine but if this blows up in our face…its your fault."

Dean turned to leave the room but stopped when he saw Sam wasn't moving. There was no way he was leaving the two of them alone. "Sam, come on. We have a call to make."

"You go ahead, I want to talk to Shiloh," Sam said turning from the door to the angel sitting uncomfortably on the bed. "Does everyone have a guardian angel?"

Shiloh could see the panic in Dean's face and her heartache for him. He was walking this tightrope and he was so close to falling off. "It's a long story Sam one that we have plenty of time to talk about once you two talk and verify I am who I say I am."

If Shiloh hadn't been watching for it she might have missed the tight smiled Dean gave as a thank you before turning and walking out the door.

Dean didn't wait for Sam to come this time knowing that she wasn't going to talk to him. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the list to find Castiel's new cell phone number. He let it ring five times and gave up. "He's not answering. I guess she'll have to stay a in my room a little longer."

"Holy Oil, Dean, really. When do you start asking them to get in it?"

Dean smirked, " I was being sarcastic. She was the one who volunteered."

Sam nodded in agreement, "About that don't you think it is a little briar rabbit?"

"What rabbit?"

"Briar rabbit, Dean. You know … don't throw me into the briar patch….briar rabbit," Sam said rolling his eyes.

"Sammy, you've got to quit reading that crap. Trust me book with pictures won't have you worrying about rabbits."

"You're such a jerk, Dean you know that? What I meant was what if holly oil isn't going to hurt her. What if it makes her stronger?"

"Bitch, you just gave her my bed. When do try to make the enemy comfortable?"

Sam shook his head slightly confused. "Enemy? Wait we have known plenty of good angels that have tried to help us. Or at least not kill us."

"Yeah. Doesn't mean she is one of them. I say we treat her like a threat and then when she turns up okay then we are happy. Kind of like the toy in the box of cereal."

If Sam was going to say anything more it was cut off by the sound of Dean's cell phone ringing.

"It's Cas," Dean said looking at the caller id. Answering the phone and putting to his ear he said, "How are you? What do you know about an angel named Shiloh?"

Silence on the other end of the phone was making Dean uneasy. "Dean you should not know about Shiloh. This is bad. I know you don't want me there but I am coming back to the bunker."