Dean came inside to hear something unusual. Someone was listening to music, and pretty loudly, too. The first few bars of Stairway to Heaven guided him through the house, the notes almost calling him somehow. He wandered upstairs to find Lilyanna, sitting on her bed, and staring out the window while absently plucking the strings of a beaten up guitar, her hands moving without looking, or even registering that she was playing.

She seemed so different from when she had first come, a little bit more muscular, certainly stronger, her skin a little bit tanner from being out in the sun so often.

Her eyes were the same though, and they still reminded him of something, although he still couldn't figure out what.

Lilyanna had become a regular fixture in their lives; setting the table, doing the dishes and sitting in her armchair, even playing poker with them on occasion, as they took off from long hunting trips to try and do research on her parents and make sure her training went smoothly.

And maybe it was because she was hanging out with Cas so much, but she somehow now seemed ethereal, otherworldly even. That was, until you got her playing cards, or laughing at a stupid joke. Then she was just any other teenager.

There were times too, when she felt like one of them, like another part of the family, almost like she had been there all along, they just hadn't realized it. Then there were the awkward moments when they would forget their manners or her age, or make some kind of guy joke, and had to make up for the distance. Dean still caught her wincing every time he talked with his mouth full.

She seemed to recognize that he was there leaning on the door for the first time.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother anyone-"

"No, it's fine. You sound really good, actually. Where'd you learn that?" He asked, gesturing to the beaten down guitar in her hands.

"Want the truth, or the romantic version?"

Dean cracked a little smile.

"Let's start with the truth," he replied.

"Public school. In fourth grade, we all took guitar lessons," she replied, smiling a little wistfully.

"And the romantic?"

"I just could pick it up and play it one day, courtesy of my absent-though-angelic father."

They both laughed a little.

"How was angel boot camp today?" He asked.

"The usual. I was sparring with Cas. He seems to think I'm doing pretty well," she hinted. She'd been trying to get him to come spar with her for a few weeks, ever since she really started feeling confident in her powers. He hadn't gotten around to it, as he was now working on the missing parents case too. Because, yes, they were now that desperate.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'll have to get out there sometime," he replied.

"But, listen, I wanted to ask you about something," Dean started.

"Shoot," she replied leaning back a little on her pillow.

"Sam and I... We think there's a job in Missouri. And as much as we're working here, it looks like things are getting pretty rough out there. D'you think you'll be alright with Cas and Bobby if we go out there for a couple of days?"

"What kind of job?" She asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

"We think it might be a poltergeist. It won't be a big deal," he replied.

"And I can't come and help?" She questioned. He was fairly certain that she knew the answer but was testing her boundaries.

"Not until Cas says you're ready for the field," he replied, sternly. "And maybe not even then. We'll see." She gave a little head nod that said something along the lines of 'yeah, okay, whatever'.

"And I promise, we will find your parents. We're just gonna have to put that on the back burner for now. There are people whose lives are in danger. Okay?"

She nodded again.

"Okay."

"One more thing. Cas doesn't know anything else, does he?" He asked hesitantly, not sure that he should reveal to her that he didn't trust their friend, and worried that it might cause a rift, forcing her to choose between him or Cas.

What he didn't know was that the rift would more likely be caused by her, if she spoke up with what Crowley had told her and it turned out to be true.

She looked him right in the eye, and lied, for both of their sakes'.

"No. He doesn't."

Just a quick little chapter here. I like switching perspectives. I find it refreshing. So yeah. Thanks for reading and reviewing! I'll try to post again soon! Ta!