She healed remarkably quickly. Cas had said two weeks until she was back to her normal self, but she was fine within five days. And up and about with a headache in only three. She had showed up downstairs for breakfast in her pajamas on the third morning. When Bobby offered her some food, she accepted a piece of toast and ended up eating three.

"You go ahead and help yourself to anything you want. Cas said your metabolism works extra hard, so you'll need even more calories to compensate," Bobby offered.

"Thanks," she said, gratefully grabbing a fourth piece of toast.

"Ye-ep."

She, at first, had watched and listened to what they did, where they liked to sit, and what they liked to do, before she intruded into their space, careful to stay out of the way and not to take up anyone's favorite seat.

Dean still thought that it was strange to have another person in the house. He would completely forget about her, only to find her sitting on a window seat and gazing out, or slouched in an armchair reading a book.

Sometimes he would talk to her. About normal kinds of things. About mythology she had read about. She was holding up alright, but at the same time, he wondered what their next move would be. And he could tell that she wanted to know that too.

You could see it in the way that she was always looking out the window, and down the road.

But, she tried to ignore her past, just like he always did, by keeping herself busy. By the time she had been awake for a week, there was a stack fifteen books high full of information that she had read. And retained. Her memory was extraordinary, and she had apparently already known a lot about mythology to start out with. She would ask questions about monsters that Sam and Dean and Bobby had killed, and they were happy to answer them. It brought back lots of memories, both good and bad, but they tried not to mind too much. If their pain kept her away from hers, then so be it. God knows they were used to hurting.

"Have you ever killed a banshee?" She asked once.

"Yep. Remember that one in Ohio, Sammy?"

"Yeah, but I'm surprised you do. You were pretty drunk," Sam replied.

"It wasn't that bad," he dismissed.

"Dude, you thought you were inside the TV. It was that bad," Sam replied seriously.

"Hey, that's actually *happened before, so I wasn't that far off."

She asked a lot about demons, Crowley in particular, and they were always careful to shut her down when she got to asking too many questions about him. Until they knew what he had to do with this mess, they didn't want her to get too invested in blaming him.

Angels were rarely mentioned though. It seemed that she knew a lot about them, or maybe didn't want to learn from the hunters. God knows they were a little biased. She only asked about a few as she came across them in books.

She was paging through a volume one day, when she suddenly realized something.

"Cas is really lonely." She said, just sort of stating it. "He doesn't think like an angel and he doesn't fit in with his own family. That must be hard."

"Cas can handle himself," Dean had replied from the kitchen.

"I guess," she shrugged. "All I meant was that he's like us too."

WHOAH sorry about whatever happened to this chapter before. I fixed it though. Sorry! And thanks for reading and reviewing!