"I am so sorry!" I proclaimed for the fifth time in a row. Sam and Dean had just returned from their showers and were both standing several feet away from me, looking as if they were worried I would puke on them again any second.

They both mumbled something that sounded like, "It's no big deal," but I knew that was probably the first time they had ever been puked on. In my defense, I was not expecting to be suddenly transported by an angel from the forest outside the bunker to inside the bunker. It had made me really nauseous and I couldn't hold back my gag reflex. I still felt nauseous after the boys had returned from their showers.

Castiel said, "Others have suffered adverse effects after flying with me. Dean did not poop for a week." Sam and I couldn't help our laughter and Dean looked like he wanted to strangle Cas for divulging the sensitive information.

Dean said, "We are going to need to have another talk about not telling toher people private information."

Then, Dean asked the very question I was thinking, "Can you tell if Beth is my daughter with your angel mojo?" I was happy he had asked that because, in truth, the DNA testing was two hundred bucks and the testing center wouldn't let me pay in cash and it's not like I had a checking account or a credit card – I was 14!

Cas tilted his head, reminding me of a confused kitten, at me before saying in that unemotional voice of his, "I can't tell."

Dean rolled his eyes and said, "Well, that's just great!"

"No," Cas said, "You don't understand. I should be able to tell the parentage of Beth. It is a simple task really, but with Beth it is blocked somehow."

No I was really confused and I asked, "What do you mean blocked?"

"Dean and Sam both have markings on their ribs to prevent an angel from tracking them, and it is almost as if you have that, but I am still able to track you," Cas explained.

Sam started to ask what could cause that but then his phone range. He answered it and said to Dean, "New lead on the Wendigo case."

"What is a Wendigo?" I asked, never before hearing that strange term.

Once again it looked as if Dean and Sam were hiding something from me as they looked between each other.

Cas said, "I believe you should take the child."

"Who you calling a child," I retorted, slightly offended.

"No way," said Dean.

"We can't leave her here, Dean," said Sam as if he was stating the obvious.

Dean said, "Cas can watch her, can't yah Cas?"

Everyone's eyes were on Cas and he looked uncomfortable with the attention.

He said, "Actually I have angel business that cannot be avoided."

Dean clearly looked annoyed. Sam stated, "We can't leave her here with Crowley in case she gets any ideas, and we have a job to do."

I saw an opportunity to actually see what their job was so I said, in a completely innocent voice, "You know, I might just get curious about Crowley and decide to pay him a visit. Maybe I will even take pity on the guy, who I am assuming he is a demon, and let him out."

Dean looked pissed. He said angrily, "Exactly, you just learned that there are demons and angels in the world, and you don't even know how to find a human, much less a Wendigo. Also, when Sam and I go to the town's police station, how are we supposed to explain why we have a fourteen year old with us investigating a homicide?"

I really shouldn't have been surprised that a Wendigo wasn't human after meeting a demon and an angel within the span of an hour, but I desperately wanted to learn about who my-possible- father was. I was surprised that Dean made it sound like they were investigating a murder with the police, which made me happy since that would kind of vouch for them not being complete psychos. Then I unknowingly decided to put the nail in the coffin that would seal my fate with the Winchesters. I said, "Plus I need to deliver the DNA test to see if you really are my father and if you can get a police station to do it, it will go much faster."

Dean took a deep breath and said, "You know what fine, fine. But, you are only staying in the motel room. You don't even get to go to the station."

I didn't exactly like this idea, but I figured I could finagle my way into going to the police station with them, so I said, "Sounds like a deal."