Everything happened so fast that Nick barely had time to react. Trubel had been tense since she stepped into the room, so naturally he was concerned for her. But he had not been expecting her to suddenly leap towards Castiel, machete in hand. Instantly, he reached out and managed to grab her by the wrists to stop her from striking the angel (was that even true? Could something like an angel really exist?). Quickly he squeezed her wrists tightly, which forced her to drop the machete and he pulled her hands behind her back so she couldn't move anywhere. Once he was certain she was secure, he looked up to a sight that anyone else would have been terrified of. Sam had stepped in front of Cas, his arms spread out in a sort of protective motion while Dean was pointing a shotgun straight at Trubel's chest. Both their faces were as cold as stone. Everything was silent, no one moved. Nick felt Trubel press herself against him slightly as though she was just beginning to realise that someone was actually pointing a gun at her and they were fully prepared to fire it at any given moment.

"What the hell?"

Nick's eyes widened and turned his head around to see Juliette standing on the stairs in a nightdress, her eyes flicking between him and Dean's gun. Nick had no idea what to say to her, so instead he turned to Dean.

"Dean, this is my girlfriend Juliette. And this..." Nick flicked his eyes down to Trubel "is Trubel. She's a Grimm like me. I forgot to tell her about Castiel, so naturally she tried to defend herself" Nick told them in her defence. There was a long pause before Dean slowly lowered his gun. Quickly, Nick dragged Trubel towards the kitchen and beckoned Juliette to follow. As soon as the door was shut, the two women burst into noise.

"What the hell is going on Nick?"

"What was that thing?"

"You brought two mass murderers into our house!"

Nick's face turned to a glare for just a second and instantly they both fell quiet. First he turned to Juliette.

"Sam and Dean Winchester aren't what the police say they are. They're all wrapped up in everything somehow and I need them so I can figure out what the hell has been going on recently"

After a short pause, he turned his attention to Trubel.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Castiel but I was sort of in a hurry. He's with Sam and Dean and I'm 97% sure he's a good guy. He's sort of Wesen but not really. Look, I think it would be better if Dean explained all of this. I still haven't got my head around it myself"

The two women nodded before beginning to follow Nick out the kitchen. But before they reached the door Nick turned around a whispered to them.

"Prepare yourselves for a serious shock"

Before either of them could say anything, Nick had already left the room. They quickly followed him into the living room where they found Sam, Dean, and Castiel standing in pretty much the same places as they had been when they left. But they seemed slightly more relaxed and Dean's gun was nowhere in sight. Silently, Nick sat down on the couch and slowly everyone followed suit. An awkward paused followed as the two groups of strangers stared at each other. Nick let out a sort of ice-breaking cough, which resulted in everyone's attention being drawn to him.

"Well, I guess we've got to start this somehow. I'm one of the last Grimms, as is Trubel. We can see monsters that other people can't. They're called Wesen. Some really are monsters but some are just trying to live a peaceful life and it's our job to protect the good ones and kill the bad ones. We can see them through when they Woge, which is a way of sort of revealing their true form. They can voluntarily do it, meaning anyone can see it. But then there are times when they do it due to being highly emotional, and that's when only Grimm's can see them" Nick paused and looked up to see Sam and Dean blinking slowly at him.

"Wait, so you're telling me that there is a whole world of monsters out there that we can't even see?" Dean asked, his eyebrows raised. Before Nick could answer, Castiel spoke.

"Yes. Though even I find it hard to believe, it seems that it's true. My Father was successful in your creation."

"Who?" Trubel asked, her body still tense.

"God," Castiel stated simply before anyone could stop him. Both Trubel and Juliette spluttered slightly, Nick involuntarily looked away in thought but all Sam and Dean could do was roll their eyes.

"Okay, so God is real?" Trubel questioned, her eyes fixed on Nick even though he had a feeling she was not actually addressing him.

"God is real. Angels are real. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghosts are all real" Dean sighed slightly. It seemed that he had explained this type of stuff to many people before.

"Wait, so if God is real, does that mean Satan is real too?" Trubel asked, seeming to pull the words directly from Nick's mouth.

"Yeah, Lucifer is real too" Sam muttered just loud enough for others to hear.

"Heaven and Hell?"

"Yep"

"What's he then?" Trubel asked and pointed towards Castiel, taking the words from Nick's mouth yet again.

"Cas here is an angel. He's on our side... most of the time" Dean added the last part quiet enough that no one heard him.

"Okay, interesting" Nick mused, much to Sam and Dean's surprise.

"There is less freaking out going on than usual" Dean noticed.

"Like I said, we're used to this kind of crazy" Nick smirked slightly "Anyway, I still don't know how to feel about all of this but it's clear that no one here is lying. So, let's all just get some rest and talk more about this in the morning"

Much to Nick's surprise, everyone appeared to agree with him. Juliette kissed Nick on the cheek and shot a half-hearted glare at Sam and Dean before making her way back to bed. Trubel quickly followed, wanting to get anyway from the sight of Cas which she had a feeling was going to take a while to get used to. Nick bid the three others an awkward goodnight before also retreating upstairs.

"Well, it could be worse" Sam sighed, earning him an eye roll from his brother. Slowly, the two of them fell asleep on the couch with Cas stood by the door, watching over them as usual.