When they had walked into the room, Cas had actually taken a step backwards as he had caught sight of Lilyanna, sitting cross-legged on the bed, the sheets still wrapped around her. Her hair was somehow still perfectly straight, and it might have been a trick of the light, but Dean would have sworn that the sunlight was wrapping itself around her, or maybe she was wrapping it around herself. Either way, it didn't seem to be a conscious action. Cas must have seen something else though, because he nodded his head, almost in greeting, and spoke, again, in something that wasn't English.

"I'm sorry."

Her voice sounded stronger, clearer. Dean took it as a good sign. That, and the fact that she didn't accidentally kill anyone by speaking.

Cas shook his head.

"It wasn't your fault. The block keeping you from your powers had a defensive measure programmed into it. If I had not invaded your mind, it would have broken naturally; no one would have gotten hurt. I should not have been meddling."

"If you hadn't removed the block, who knows how long it would have taken to learn the truth. Thank you for doing it."

"You're welcome," he replied, sincerely.

"But still, Castiel, you should be more careful. Your life is worth more than a mistake in the mind of a girl," she sounded warmer now, chastising him, but also joking a little.

"I'll try to keep that in mind," he replied, smiling.

"How you feeling, kid?" Dean asked.

"Good," Lily said, a little quietly. "I'm still...adjusting."

She seemed somehow hyper-aware now, starting at every small sound and movement, even if it was just a trick of the light.

"Do you need anything?" He asked, thinking about all the times that Sam had been sick or injured, and he had been left to take care of him.

She nodded.

"Some water. And maybe...Some clean clothes, if you have them. Mine are kind of...Gross." She was testing out her voice, almost.

"Leave it to a house full of men not to think of that. We'll fix you up with some," Bobby said.

"Thanks," she smiled.

Bobby left saying something about how hard it was going to be to find clothes that would fit.

"When you are healed completely, I will return again to give you training. Until then, do not exert yourself, and try not to experiment with your abilities. I know that you don't want to cause any more trouble," Cas said, getting ready to leave.

"Aye Aye Cap'n."

"I will also try to find information about your parents," he said.

"Sounds good," she nodded.

"Expect my return in two weeks. If anything happens-"

"Call you. We got it Cas. This isn't our first rodeo." Dean replied.

Cas nodded. Then he was gone.

"He's really worried about you," Sam commented.

"Yeah. I think he's really just scared that I'll blow up the tri-state area," she joked. Then she seemed to realize her mistake. "Or just the state, I guess. Not used to being outside of New York."

Sam looked like he was about to burst with questions. Luckily, he still had enough sense to keep his mouth shut. Dean gave him a look, just in case.

Bobby returned with a glass of water and some old clothes.

"It ain't much, but once you're back on your feet, we'll take you into town to pick some up. Let me know if you need anything else," he offered, putting the glass of water on the bedside table, and putting the clothes, folded, on a chair in the corner, closing the book on the desk and picking up the almost empty beer bottle that Sam had been drinking out of, leaving the room.

Bobby Singer, housekeeper extraordinaire.

"So, how you holding up?" Dean asked, intentionally leaving the question open ended so that she could decide what she wanted to-or didn't want to-talk about.

"I feel so much better now that its over. It's like...Being reborn, I guess. I don't know. Maybe I read too much science fiction," she smiled, shyly.

"Nah," replied Dean. "That's a relatively normal thing as far as we're concerned."

"Well, either way, I'm better than fine now. But..." She trailed off, not sure what to say.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked gently.

"Um, well, I can hear what's going on downstairs. Perfectly. Even the drop of a pin. And that's not all. I'm just so...Different. Not normal anymore, I guess," Lily trailed off.

She seemed older, ancient somehow. She had this sort of... sadness, something beyond her age, something that was almost painful to look at. As her mood changed, the lighting in the room almost changed with her. The sunlight had stopped shadowing her as she had spoken.

"Well, you fit in perfectly then," Dean confirmed. "Neither of us had ever had a normal day in our lives. I mean, look at us," he gestured.

"I know. I just don't belong anywhere. Not with my old family or friends. I'm not too used to it. And I really want to know who my father is."

"Don't worry. We won't give up until we find out," Sam promised, curious himself.

"Just hang in there. Try to get some rest," Dean told her.

"I will. Do you have anything that I could read?"

"I'll find something," Sam offered.

"Thanks," she replied, smiling.

Dean smiled and left.

Sam returned a moment later with a large book with very small words.

"If you need anything, just give us a call," he said.

"I will."