Dean couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

All his years of hunting came with a sixth sense, a little voice in his the back of his skull that told him when something wasn't right. When to duck for cover. When he was being lied to. And right now, it was screaming.

She had passed all of the tests, sure.

The holy water hadn't worked. Not possessed. The pure silver the flask was made of hadn't burned her. Not a werewolf, or a skin changer. The spell sewn into the towel hadn't been activated, so she wasn't a djinn, or a witch, or a vamp, or a ghoul. She was corporeal, not a spirit. Everything argued that she was human.

But he just somehow knew she wasn't.

Maybe part Faerie, he thought. He'd have to check next time they stopped.

She certainly looked like she could be, he reasoned, checking the rearview mirror for the fifth time that minute. She had a teardrop shaped face, and high cheekbones. A light complexion, blonde hair, eyes somewhere between green and hazel. No doubt about it, she was gorgeous, and small, almost sprite-like. She was asleep now, leaning up against the door.

Only fifteen, and it showed. So young. Not so much in her actions, or by the way she talked to them, especially when they first met. How she stood up to them, even when she thought that they were abductors, how she had even cursed them out.

Strong minded.

How afterwards, she had somehow known to trust them. That they could help.

They had asked and she had told, her parents were both professors, both wickedly smart. She was an only child, from upstate New York, coming home from a vacation in Florida. Sam was searching the internet for her records now.

"You got anything yet?" He asked Sam quietly, not wanting to wake her.

"Nothing, Dean, it's weird. Her parents aren't listed with the university website. No land owing records. She's not registered in any schools. There's nothing about the area she disappeared from. No missing persons reports, not for her or her family. Both of their phones are dead. So is hers. It's like she never existed," he finished.

The little voice in the back of his mind was screaming again.

"Nothing? Are you sure?"

"Not even birth certificates on her parents. Or grandparents," he said continuing to type into the search engine.

"Do you think...could she be like Anna?" He asked Sam, the thought suddenly occurring to him. Anna, the angel who didn't remember that she was an angel, who had lost her Grace.

"Could be. We'll have to get Cas to check it out, once we get to Bobby's," Sam replied.

"Sounds good. Get some rest, we're not gonna stop until we get there," he said, looking out onto the open road and wondering. Maybe there was something in Dad's journal...

XXXXxx

Sam was finally allowed to take the wheel after Dean had driven for another ten hours straight. He hadn't trusted Lilyanna enough to let himself fall asleep, in case she would turn out to be some blood sucking monster. Which it was looking like she wasn't. She passed all of the tests, and even had been able to touch the iron ring, meaning that she wasn't a Faerie like Dean had been hoping for. Now his best bet, Sam knew, was on being an angel, like Anna, who had lost her grace and her memories. Sam figured that he didn't want her to be human. Because, really, neither one of them would know what the hell to do with an orphaned fifteen year old girl.

What he thought, though was that it was something more along the lines of just a normal girl who had been subjected to some kind of spell, or demonic magic, or angel teleportation. He couldn't see any way that she wasn't human. She looked, acted, and sounded exactly like any normal teenager would. Any headstrong teenager that was. She was taking the loss of her parents hard though. Now she was looking out her window, and gazing at the scenery.

"You ever been out here before?" He asked, breaking the silence and almost making her jump a little bit.

"No, never been off the east coast," she admitted. "My parents weren't much for traveling."

That reminded him of something. He had always had a fascination with how normal families worked, since he had grown up in an a-typical, freak show reality.

"Did you get along well with your parents?" He asked, trying not to invoke too much feeling.

"Most of the time. But yesterday... I was mad at them. Really mad. Probably the worst fight we've had since I can remember," she replied.

"What were you fighting about?"

"They don't agree with what I want to study. I was offered an internship abroad, and they didn't let me go," she said, sighing.

"What do you want to study?" Sam asked, half curious.

"Mythology. Folklore kinda thing. They thought it was impractical. Imagine if they could see me now," she said, a little bitterly, a little sad.

He had been against telling her what they did, that they hunted the monsters that lived in the dark, but Dean had been insistent that they should make sure she knew everything, in case something sparked a memory about what had happened to her.

There was a long silence, where Sam felt bad for dragging her into this. He felt terrible that she now had to leave her normal life, her friends, her family, if they weren't dead. But then again, it wasn't exactly his fault that she had shown up in the back seat, was it?

No. That was all Crowley.

This time, she broke the silence. She was starting to drift off again, her voice softer and less clear.

"Sam?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think... Do you think we'll find my parents?"

He felt a sudden compulsion to tell the truth, to not spare her any pain now. Because then it would come much, much worse later on. He pushed back the urge.

After a pause, he replied.

"I don't know," he said, quietly. "But what I do know is that Dean and I will keep you safe. I promise."

"Thanks, Sam."

"No problem."

He looked in the rear view mirror. She was almost asleep, leaning against the car door. Her green eyes were barely staying open. There was something so familiar about those eyes. Something he couldn't pinpoint...