The two startled, struggling a bit, although feebly.
"So what's the deal? You just swear off eating human hearts or something, settle down as the monsters next door? Who's the red-eyed freak to you, anyways, huh?" Dean snarked.
"He's my fiancé! We're called Wessen. And unlike you, we are not monsters."
"It's our job to stop freaks like you. What are you going to do with us, anyways, get your friends together to have a feast?"
"Ugh, no!" She cringed. " He's reformed, and so am I. We don't do things like that."
"They all say that, don't they, Sam?"
"Yeah, well, y'know, some of them are telling the truth when they do." Sam suggested. "Like Benny? Or Garth?"
"There are others coming, though. You're not the only Grimm in town." Her voice took on a steely tone.
"Grimm, what, reapers? How do you know a Reaper?"
"No, we don't know any Reapers! Nobody in their right mind would want one anywhere near here. But then, what are you, if you aren't Grimm?"
"We hunt things like you, OK? And this is about the longest one of you guys has talked to us without being under interrogation."
"For people who aren't Grimm, you sound almost as bad as the Endezeichen." Her voice grew harsh.
"What are you talking about?"
"You really have no idea, do you?" She sighed.
She rolled her head to the side, making a guttural noise, Woguing momentarily. The two hunters lurched where they sat, struggling vigorously to get free.
"OK, yeah," she said, her voice distorting as she changed back.
"What?!" The two replied, at once, voices tinged with alarm, fear and anger.
"Like it or not, you're Grimm." She shifted back to human form as she spoke.
"What did that tell you?" Dean snarked.
"I can see it, in your eyes," she said.
"See what?" Sam asked, cautiously.
"This sort of darkness, the knowingness. And coldness."
"Yeah, well, it's not like monsters do a lot to deserve warm and fuzzy," Dean retorted.
Sam shot him a disgruntled look.
"Look, you can say what you want to, and think what you want to. The fact remains, we are not out to get you. Neither Monroe nor I would.
I'd think you were smart enough to know we could have done whatever we wanted with you while you were unconscious. But we didn't, wouldn't."
"OK, on the off chance your freakshow isn't about to go all Children of the Corn, what the hell are you gonna do with us?"
"I'm keeping you here until Nick and Hank arrive."
"Oh, your Reapers, huh?"
"Not Reapers, a Grimm and his partner. Nick's a Grimm like you."
"And what exactly will they do?"
"They're good people. I don't know, but I trust that they won't do anything you don't deserve. And if you stop trying to fight, calm down, and listen, you just might get off easier."