The hum of the engine filled the inside of the car, only to be drowned by the heavy music of Dean's choice. The two brothers were out on a mission, but not a regular hunt. In fact, it wasn't a hunt at all, at least not in those terms. The two of them had in their off-time been looking for a potential new safe house. They had the bunker to keep them safe, but they couldn't have a unicorn staying with them forever. As she wasn't in any imminent danger, they felt as though she could stay someplace else. The angel had strongly disagreed, but he had been left no choice other than to give in to the will of the brothers. It wasn't as though they didn't enjoy having her there with them, quite the contrary. She had been a breath of fresh air in the murky situation that they were in, but she had to have her own space. Or at least, that was how they were reasoning on the subject.

Turning a corner to head down an old dirt road, Dean shifted to put an arm over the car door, frowning as he looked around, creeping up the path. They were surrounded by quite mesmerizing woodland; if you cared about those sort of things. Dean forced himself to look at the road, while Sam kept looking around. The ground in the forest was mostly covered in moss and ferns, the moss having climbed up the majority of trees that stood there. There were barely any small trees; just large, tall trunks whose crowns only let slivers of sunshine down to the forest floor. Sam smiled to himself before leaning back in his seat, still looking out the window.

"I think Amy will like this place."

"Yeah, if the house is any good." They couldn't get their hopes up too high. They had gotten the place so cheap that it might as well just be a big hole in the ground. Soon, they reached a gate. It was an old metal gate, and Sam had to get out of the car to open it in order to let the Impala through. A wooden fence connected to each side of the gate, stretching out into the forest, although it was broken down in several places, and it was undoubtedly rotten, if the moss growing out of it was any indication. They drove up onto a yard, where there stood an old tractor, rusty to the core. The grass around the house was wildly overgrown, but there was still a small platform of compact dirt that they could park. Getting out of the car and slamming the doors shut in sync, the two of them looked at the cabin.

It was a cabin taken straight from an old farmer's novel. The two-step porch with banisters and a rocking chair by the window, a doorbell that was actually a bell with a string that hung by the door. The roof of the porch was saggy and half of it was missing; the pillars supporting it looked as though they could collapse any moment. On the short side of the house that they could see from where they were standing, there was a massive hole, which looked almost as though a bear or something had charged right through it.

"It's.. Not that bad..?" Sam tried hesitantly as the two of them made their through the grass, following what seemed to have been the old path to the house.

"What part is 'not that bad', the big hole in the wall or the fact it looks like it's going to fall down any fucking minute?" Dean grunted as he tried the door. However, as he yanked as the doorknob, the soft, rotten wood of the door gave way. Standing with the entire doorknob construction in his hand, and a hole in the door, Dean gave his brother a flat 'I can't believe we bought this' look. Sam stifled a laugh before stepping aside to let Dean take out his frustrations on the door. A firm kick was enough to split it in two, making it collapse in a pile. Stepping over it, the two proceeded into the house.

"It's going to take fucking months for us to get this place livable! Is it even wired for electricity?" Dean began looking for any evidence of electrical sockets.

"The house isn't from before the time of electricity, Dean." Sam chuckled as he looked around. While there were sockets and lamps that ran on electricity, it didn't seem as though any of them worked. Not very surprising, as no one had lived in this place for many years. It smelled of mold and wet wood, not at all very pleasant. Wandering into the kitchen, he didn't even want to guess what the insides of the fridge would look like.

"How about we don't open those." Dean suggested from the doorway, glancing at the fridge, complete with its own freezer, as though it contained something of great evil. Sam nodded in agreement, and they continued their tour. The floor creaked intensely as they moved; at some points it even felt as though it would give way completely. Going up the stairs to the second floor was out of the question.

"Well" Sam sucked in a breath as the two of them exited the house. "It will take some, work." Dean shot a glance at his brother with raised eyebrows.

"Some work? We'll be stuck working on this for ages!" Sam looked up at the house, trying to think up a solution.

"We could use the money we've saved up to pay for help. Professionals could probably fix this place up without a problem." That money was their emergency funds. Most of it was money they had hustled up through various scams. Dean didn't like the thought of being forced to use their savings on fixing up a house they weren't even going to stay in, but they couldn't exactly let Amy live in a death trap. Not that a unicorn was likely to die from a household accident, but still.

They managed to find a builder with a crew that would fix up the house for the money they could spare. It had taken a lot of pleading and 'I owe you's for them to accept, but the boys knew their way around persuading others into giving them what they needed. The builder, Thomas, had promised to get the house into livable condition before the leaves started changing color, which even pleased Dean, seeing how it was already August.

However, in the meantime, Amy would have to keep living with them. This really wasn't so bad, as they had come to enjoy the company of the unicorn. She wasn't quite as socially incapable as Castiel, and she had an interesting take on life.

Once they got back to the bunker however, that same unicorn was nowhere to be found. Searching the entire place while calling out her name, the brothers weren't sure of what to do. Where could she have gone off to?

"Cas! Get your feathered ass over here!" The angel appeared with a frown, looking at Dean. "My rear is not, feathered."

"Where the hell is Amy, Cas?" The angel blinked as he looked at Dean before looking over at Sam, only to look back at Dean again. Throwing out his hands, Dean rolled his eyes. "Great, he doesn't know! Weren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on her?"

"I do have other duties, Dean. Unless you have forgotten that there is a war going on? Also, it was you who kept telling me that I did not need to watch her constantly." Dean groaned in frustration, nearly tearing at his hair with his hands. Dragging a palm down over his face, he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.

"Alright." Dean put his hands on his waist, looking at the two. "So how do we find her?"

"Find me? I'm right here." Amy walked into the room from the hallway, looking over at the others with a smile. In her arms she was cradling a basket, which was so filled to the brim with blueberries that there was a trail of them following her. The white top she was wearing was heavily stained with the purple liquid of the berries, and so were her hands, even her lips were purple from eating them. The three men stared at the girl, blinking in confusion. Her clothes, besides the stains of berries, were filthy. The soft trousers she wore looked as though she had been sitting and walking around in mud for hours.

"I take it you've been... Blueberry hunting?" Sam raised his eyebrows after having thrown a glance at the basket. Dean had opted to leave the room before he blew a fuse, which was probably just as good. Amy nodded with a grin as she walked into the kitchen, putting down the basket on the counter, causing even more berries to roll off, finding their way to the floor.

"I just really wanted to stretch my legs. I don't do well being hold up inside, I need to get out and walk around. I saw blueberries, so, I ran back inside to grab a basket, and ta-daah!" She held out her arms proudly in a triumphant gesture. "I've got enough for at least two pies! You can, bake pies, can't you?" She looked at Sam expectantly.

"I've, never really tried." He frowned slightly, watching her as she proceeded to wash the blueberries, one by one, very gingerly. He was uncertain if it was a coincidence that she had elected to make, or well, let him make pies out of the blueberries. Castiel went on ahead to help the unicorn, finding her procedure slow and ineffective. Now there were two people washing blueberries, one by one.

"Amy..?" Sam moved over to the counter.

"Hm?" She raised her head from the berries to turn her head, looking at Sam with a smile. "Yes?"

"Do you, by any chance, want to make pies out of the berries because you knew that leaving without telling us was wrong?" A silence fell in the room as the unicorn seemed unwilling to answer, her shoulders slumped as she kept washing one berry after another.

"... I know, that it's important for me to be kept safe. So, I knew, that leaving without telling you would upset you. I was going to come back real quick, I promise! But.." A sot sigh escaped her. "I couldn't just go for a short walk and come back, I needed to be outside for longer, and when I saw the blueberries, I figured.. I figured that if I bring back enough to make a pie, you wouldn't get mad at me. Because, Dean really likes pie, and you, you really like that Dean likes pie."

It seemed as though they weren't the only ones getting attached. It appeared that even Amy had begun to really enjoy their company, going out of her way to make sure that they were happy.

"You know, you could've just asked to leave for a while, we could've come with you." He smiled down at her, leaning against the counter.

"I know, but you said you were leaving to check on something important, so I figured I could go on my own." He frowned slightly and looked over at Castiel. "Why didn't you just have Cas take you?"

"Well, he wasn't here, and I couldn't call him, because.." She cleared her throat lightly, busying herself with washing blueberries. "I, kind of forgot his name." Glancing up at the angel, who had stopped his washing of berries, frowned down at the apologetically smiling unicorn.

"I'm sorry..? It's just that, I'm bad with names, and, it didn't seem that important. I'm sorry, I'll learn your name, I promise." Heaving a sigh, the angel's lips twitched with a hint of a smile. It was difficult being upset at a face like that.

"I would appreciate it."

"Sooo...?" She peered up at him with a slight, hesitant smile. "Kass, or something, wasn't it..?" He glanced down at her before looking at Sam, who simply cocked his head towards Amy with a smile as a signal to the angel. Returning his gaze to the unicorn, he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side.

"Not quite. My name is Castiel."

"Castiel.. Alright! I'll do my best to remember, so that I can pray to you."