I'm so sorry for it being almost a month between posted chapters, guys! Between Finals Week and recovering from Finals Week, I haven't really touched the story in a while. However, that's all over now and I can get back to it! Hoping to post a few more chapters before the spring semester! Again, thank you for your patience, your time, and your comments!

Chapter Six- The Truth Elaborated

"What?" Naomi held her fork in midair, exchanging a look between them. Sam was staring wide eyed at Dean, his jaw set. "Dean…"

Naomi held up a hand, dropping her fork back on her plate. "No, hold up. What did you say?"

Dean glanced at Sam, who shook his head a fraction. He repeated, as he dunked his piece of pancake in a puddle of syrup, "It's our job to kill demons."

Naomi cracked a smile. "Demons can't be killed."

Dean leaned over his plate, smiling back. "Oh, yes they can. In fact, we think you can kill them." He pointed at her with his fork, then ate the pancake off of it.

Naomi turned to Sam, still smiling. "Seriously?" Sam stared back at her, swallowing hard. The smile slowly fell off her face and she turned back to Dean. "You know, what I did back there didn't kill the demon. It just exorcised it. It isn't dead."

Dean swallowed. "We know. Like we said, we think you can kill demons. We aren't the only ones either."

Sam smacked the table and leaned forward. He hissed through his teeth, "Dean, you're going to scare her off."

Naomi smiled again. "Trust me, Dean. I already know I'm on the Enemy's radar."

The two turned to her. Sam asked, "What do you mean?"

"Look, I've seen more supernatural activity in the past couple of months than I have in years. I've gotten more invitations to speak than I can keep up with. His time of keeping to the shadows is over. He's becoming more open and aggressive."

Sam looked down at his shoes. Dean could almost see the guilt weighing on his shoulders, causing them to pitifully sink. Dean knew they were both thinking of the major reason why Lucifer was having a hay day on the world.

Dean half-heartedly snorted as he met Naomi's eyes. "You make it sound like we're in a war."

Naomi stared somberly at him. "I think we are. The world is under attack and everyone has to make the choice of whether they are going to choose a side or be caught in the crossfires and be put on a side regardless. Good and Evil are fighting over mankind."

Dean stared at her, wary of how wise beyond her years she was. "Care to elaborate?"

Naomi slowly nodded. "Pastor John said that demon knew your names. You're a soul, a prize to be won, just like every other soul on this planet. To Evil, win a soul and they've stolen something precious from Heaven's side. It's their way of getting their jab in."

"I would think there's a lot more of a win to getting a soul then just for bragging rights."

"Not really. We aren't of any use to Satan other than to lead others to him. He hates us, but he hates God more. So, he takes what is most precious to Him for as long as he can."

Dean leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting a headache and he could feel his blood pressure rising. She has no idea what the truth is. She hasn't seen what we have, no matter how many demons she's exorcised. "You definitely have a lot to say on the subject."

Naomi shyly twirled her straw. "It's my passion. I could go on for hours."

Sam smiled at her. "Kind of a weird passion, don't you think?"

She smiled back. "You're one to talk. I'm taking it that tonight wasn't your first rodeo with a demon." She looked them over. "You don't really look like this is a part-time thing for you guys either."

Dean mumbled, "I think we clean up better than most. You should see some of the other people we work with."

Naomi cocked her head. "There are others like you?"

Sam interjected, looking uncomfortable with how fast this was moving. "The term we usually use is…'hunters'."

Naomi glanced between them. "Because you…hunt demons."

Dean shrugged, cutting off another wedge of pancake. "Demons, ghosts, vampires, you name it. If it isn't normal, we're there with a loaded shotgun."

Sam suddenly stood up, towering over the other two. "Dean, can we talk outside for a second?" His tone was dark, signaling Dean that a joke would be ill-advised.

Dean wiped his mouth with a napkin, then stood. He turned towards Naomi, who stared worriedly at Sam. "Looks like I'm being summoned. We'll be back soon." He motioned towards his plate as he followed Sam out of the restaurant. "Don't touch my pancakes."