Hey guys. Okay, so I know I'm screwing with the timeline a bit here. Sorry, but I had to.

CelleryFallenAngel- haha no worries. And maybe just a little bit like DW ;) I was never good at english either. Glad you did okay :) Mine went by pretty well. I completely BSed my way through one of my exams though ;) still did good :D Yeah, I couldn't quite figure out how to do the Sam flash. I think it turned out okay though :)

Come on guys! Only one review? I know it's summer, but you can do better than that! :D Please? Do it for naked Winchesters in season 8 :D

Chapter 8 – Safe House

Sam pulled the key back over his neck and entered the cabin slowly, cautiously. Krysta apparently liked her high-tech security system and he didn't want to face whatever methods of eradicating unwanted guests it had in store.

The cabin itself seemed…normal. Like a regular old cabin-in-the-woods cabin. There was a living area with an old couch and a couple of mismatching recliners, a coffee table, and a television. The kitchen area had a stove, sink, microwave, fridge, freezer, and a small dining table with two chairs. There was also one small bedroom; one bed. It really was like a mini house.

Definitely not what Sam had expected.

"So much for robots," he muttered, somewhat disappointedly. He'd hoped for something more, James Bond. At least a weapons room. This was…this was what rich people described as "roughing it."

Sam decided to at least snoop around a bit.

He started in the kitchen. There were a few non-perishables in the cupboards—canned foods, dry noodles, "just add water" meals, a box of Mini Wheats—and the fridge and freezer were empty. That was, all except something green and furry, about the size of Sam's fist, sitting in the back of the fridge.

Shuddering, he moved on to the bedroom. A few clothes in the closet, empty drawers, and nothing under the bed. What kind of person didn't keep anything under the bed? There weren't any loose floorboards either. The only thing—besides the furniture and clothes—was a book on the nightstand. Sam glanced at the title and walked out of the room, blushing furiously. Fifty Shades of Grey. That was something he really didn't want to investigate.

After checking the living room, he sat down on the couch, growling in frustration. There was nothing helpful in the damned cabin. Krysta didn't even have cable!

'Man,' Sam thought with a chuckle, 'if Dean were here to see this, he'd—'

Sam jumped to his feet. "Dean! Crap!"

He'd just disappeared on his older brother. Literally! And he hadn't even stopped to think about it. Dean was probably out of his mind with worry. He would have thought the worse. Groaning, Sam slapped a hand to his forehead. All of their cell phones were in the motel room with him.

'Smooth move, ex-lax,' he scolded himself.

Sam didn't even know where he was. He could be smack in the middle of France for all he knew.

"Okay, calm down. What did you do before?" he asked himself. "Easy. Concentrated on—well, more like wondered about—the key and what it unlocked. So all I have to do is think about Dean…I think."

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on his big brother and their motel room.

"OW! Son of a bitch!"

Peeking through his eyelashes, Sam grinned impishly. No wonder his fall felt cushioned this time.

"Sammy? That you in there?" Dean asked.

"Yup."

"Mind, oh I don't know, getting off of me?"

Sam obliged and helped Dean up. Although, he couldn't quit smiling. It wasn't every day he got to land on top of his brother after teleporting somewhere.

"You know that if you were in your own body, I'd kick the crap out of you right now?"

"Yup."

Dean groaned and rubbed his sore muscles. "Where the hell did you go, man?" he demanded sharply. "Do you have any clue how freaked out I was?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Okay. I flashed." The impish grin was still plastered on Sam's face.

Dean took a step away from his brother, holding his hands out in front of him. "Woah, Sammy. You know I'm all for the ladies, but that's a bit too much info. Don't you think Krysta's gonna be mad when she finds out?" Waggling his eyebrows, Dean continued. "But just between us, did you use Cas's trench coat? Cause he is her uncle and that'd be pretty weird…even for you…"

Even in Krysta's body, Sam still managed an effective "please-think-with-your-upstairs-brain-Dean-and-why-do-you-have-to-make-everything-gross-and-weird" bitchface.

"Dean. I mean that thing where angels appear and disappear? I found Krysta's safe house."

"And?"

Sam shook his head sadly. "I dunno what she was talking about, man. She didn't even have any weapons."

Dean was flabbergasted. "Not even a .22 magnum mini revolver?" he gasped.

"Dude. I'm talking not even a letter opener."

"Oh, that's just not right."

Sitting down on a bed, Sam put his head in his hands. "So we're screwed. I'm stuck as a chick."

Dean placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Come on, man, don't be like that. We can call—" His words caught in his throat. He had been about to suggest that Bobby might have an answer, but Bobby was gone—the flask was salted and burned. He was just one more family member, dead and gone.

Dean cleared his throat. "We'll call someone. Someone's bound to have the answer."

"Come on. Let's get outta here."

Krysta was becoming uncomfortable under Kevin's gaping stare. He hadn't moved or spoken in around five minutes after she told him what'd happened.

She wondered if she should slap him. That usually worked in the movies.

But before she could, Kevin seemed to snap out of it. He shook his head slowly, trying to get his brain to comprehend what he'd just heard.

"So you're actually a girl."

"Yup."

"And half-angel."

"Yup."

"And the daughter of Lucifer?"

"Yeah."

Letting out a shaky breath, Kevin ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay then…" he whispered.

Concern flitting across her face, Krysta frowned. "Um, are you going to be okay?"

"I—"

The door opening interrupted Kevin. A man led a young, blonde girl inside.

"Sit. Stay," he commanded her. She complied and he left, locking the door once again.

Kevin and Krysta both turned to her.

"I'm Kevin."

"Kry—Sam." She didn't want to freak the girl out.

The girl looked up from her lap lazily. "Holly."