And we're back with the Winchesters and their new sister! Seriously, this story is so much fun to write and I hope you guys are enjoying reading it half as much as I am writing it. You know the deal by now. I don't own Supernatural, just their sister.

Now onto the story!

Lindsey walked out of her pathology final feeling well about her performance on the test. The written portion had been fairly straightforward, but the practical was a little more difficult. Theimpala was rumbling by the sidewalk in front of the building she had just exited. Dean was behind the wheel, thumb tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of one of his old cassette tapes. The ostentatious car got a lot of looks as other students exited their finals. Many had asked Lindsey why two men were chauffeuring her around and the girls wanted to know where she had found them with their god-like physique. She had given the excuse that they were her cousins and they were visiting; it was much easier than explaining the truth that she still didn't understand.

"Hey, Dean," she greeted as she slid into the impala, tossing her bag in the back.

"How was your test?" Dean asked as he put the car in drive.

"Fine," Lindsey shrugged, tightening her jacket around herself. Dean saw this and turned up the heats, legos rattling in the vents.

"That was your last one?" he asked as he pulled onto the highway.

"Yeah, it was," Lindsey nodded. "We can leave whenever you want to." Dean looked at her sadly when he heard the slight strain in her voice.

"I'm really sorry about this, Lindsey," he sighed and rubbed his face wearily. "I don't want to make you do this, trust me. And the last thing I want is to drag you into this family crap that you somehow escaped, but we've gotta keep you safe."

"I know. And I know you guys are gonna do everything you can to keep me safe and back to my life if it's possible. It's just hard to drop everything and hit the road like this, you know?" Dean did know. Memories of a soft voice singing 'Hey Jude' and warm hugs where he buried his face in his mom's golden hair flooded his mind. He knew what it was like to have a home, to feel safe. He'd give nearly anything to get it back and here he was, dragging his little sister away from her own life, her own home. Add another brick to that wall of self-hatred, he thought bitterly. Lindsey saw him clench his jaw and harden his eyes as the thoughts ran through his mind.

"Hey," she said softly, reaching out to him and putting a hand on his knee, "It's alright. I'm not losing everything here. I just got two brothers. If I'm gonna have to jump through a few hoops to keep the dicks above and below away, I'm glad I'm going to have you guys with me." Dean gave her hand a gentle squeeze and slapped on a small smile for her sake.

"Sam was complaining that he was hungry," Dean said, changing the subject. "Want to go pick up something?"

"I can cook something if you want," Lindsey offered. Her brothers, particularly Dean, had grown very fond of her cooking over the past few days. She attributed it to growing up in Tennessee with an adoptive family that centered its gatherings around copious amounts of food.

"That sounds good," Dean nodded, coming to a stop at a red light. "We can leave in the morning." Lindsey knew he was only offering for her sake; if it had been up to Dean, they would already be long gone. He was giving her a chance to prepare herself for whatever she was getting into. She sent her brother a thankful smile.

"Stop by the grocery store on the way back. I need to get some stuff for dinner." Dean nodded and followed her directions to the local grocery store.

"You can stay in the car. I won't be long," Lindsey said as she opened the squeaky car door.

"No can do, sister. You're on a very scary hit list and I need to make sure you're making something I like," he quipped. Lindsey shook her head with a chuckle as they walked into the store. She grabbed a shopping cart that Dean promptly took away from her.

"Lead the way," he said, gesturing to the rows. He obediently followed Lindsey around the store and grabbed things from the top shelves that were out of her reach.

"You're a good shopping companion," Lindsey commented as she decided on what kind of cheese to get.

"Sammy and I don't get to do normal things very often. It's kinda nice to pretend you live an apple pie life every now and then," he shrugged as he grabbed the cheese from Lindsey and put it in the cart. She gave him a sad smile and continued down the dairy aisle. Her brothers had the battle scars and hardened hearts of soldiers; even worse, they were fighting a war that no one knew existed. They didn't get thanked, no awards or parades for their victories. They had a beer from their small cooler and moved onto the next job. It was a rough, unforgiving life and Lindsey was about to dive into it.

"Come on, kid. Let's get out of here. I'm getting hungry and Sam will be bitching," Dean said, ruffling her hair. Lindsey laughed at her other brother's expense and followed Dean to the front of the store.

"Finally," Sam huffed as Lindsey and Dean walked into the loft, arms laden with grocery bags. "I'm starving."

"Well, why don't you give us a hand, bitch," Dean grumbled as he tried to not drop anything.

"Jerk," Sam spat back as he grabbed some bags from Lindsey who was snickering at the boys' squabbling.

"You two be nice to each other," she mock-scolded as she started grabbing bowls and pans from the cupboard.

"Make us," they both replied simultaneously.

"How do you guys do that?" she asked. "You're not even twins!"

"Spend enough time with us and you'll probably start doing it too," Sam laughed.

"We're the Winchester triple threat now," Dean joked.

"Cute," Lindsey deadpanned as she took out a knife and the cutting board. "Go keep yourselves busy while I make dinner." The boys nodded and left the kitchen. "And keep your boots off the coffee table, Dean!" she shouted after them. She heard Sam laugh and the sound of Dean smacking him in the back of the head before the bickering started again. Boys, Lindsey thought as she opened a bag of potatoes.

Half an hour later, she had burgers and homemade fries plated up with a salad for her and Sam. She knew Dean wouldn't go near it. She slid a pie in the oven to bake for later.

"Boys!" she called into the living room. Their response was immediate as they stomped into the kitchen, ready to eat.

"Looks good, Linds," Sam said as he slid onto a barstool. The sight of Sam on a stool never failed to make her chuckle. His feet remained flat on the ground even when he was fully back in the chair. Dean's toes drug the ground slightly; he had his bowlegs to blame for that. Lindsey's feet barely reached the bottom rung. Her brothers were giants.

"Thanks, Sam," she replied as she handed him a bowl for his salad. "Want some, Dean?" she offered as she handed a bowl to him, already knowing the answer.

"I don't eat rabbit food," Dean shook his head, giving the salad a wide berth. "These burgers look great though." The siblings ate in companionable silence and the boys went back for seconds. Lindsey had made enough for Hayley to eat when she got home so once she was done eating and made sure the boys had seconds, she wrapped up the rest and put it in the fridge. The pie was starting to smell in the oven so she went to check on it. A burst of cinnamon wafted out the open oven door and Dean tilted his nose up at the scent.

"Oh man! Is that pie?" he asked excitedly. Lindsey nodded as she shut the oven door to let the top brown a little more.

"What kind?" Sam asked. He hoped it wasn't pecan. He didn't like pecan pie. Though he could never compete with Dean, he liked pie too.

"Apple," Lindsey answered as she grabbed some plates and put them in the dishwasher. "It's a recipe from my Memaw." Sam chuckled slightly when her southern accent slipped through on the word 'memaw'.

"Lindsey, you are a saint," Dean grinned. "Apple is my favorite."

"Lucky guess," she smiled back as she got the ice cream from the freezer.

"Ice cream too? This must feel like Christmas to you, Dean," Sam laughed as his brother impatiently stared at the oven.

"Watching it isn't going to make it bake any faster," Lindsey laughed.

"Yeah, but it won't make it go any slower either," Dean shot back. His siblings laughed as he returned to studiously supervising the pie's progress.

Five minutes later, Lindsey pulled it from the oven and dished up three slices of pie. Dean rubbed his hands together in excitement while Sam cleared away the rest of their dinner plates. She had barely sat a plate in front of Dean before he dug his fork in and took a bite.

"God, this is good," he moaned around the fork.

"It's kind of disturbing that you sound like you're having sex when you eat," Sam grumbled as he put some ice cream on his plate. "You're way too enthusiastic about food, dude."

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying the finer things in life," Dean shot back as he continued to shovel pie into his mouth. "I don't get real, homemade apple pie very often. You can damn well better I'm going to savor it." Lindsey sat back and listened to them grumble as she ate her pie. The taste made her crave for her home. She hadn't been to Tennessee in nearly year. She had been planning on going home for the holidays. That had been shot to hell. Maybe she could convince the boys to visit her home. They were wandering souls anyways. A trip down south wasn't that long of a haul for them.

"Where exactly are we going?" Lindsey interrupted.

"South Dakota," Dean answered as he flicked crumbs at Sam. "We've got a friend who lives there. His place should be safe."

""Ok," Lindsey nodded. Tennessee wasn't exactly on the way since they were leaving from Maryland. Maybe she could visit once they had some answers and things had calmed down.

"What should I bring with me?" Sam's eyes grew sad at her question. In the brief time he had had a home with Jess, he had grown fond of his apartment and all the things in it. Dropping it all had been one of the hardest things he had done, pushed only by his need to get revenge for Jess. He pushed back the tide of memories of her; they were too painful to dwell on.

"Bring clothes you can layer," he answered after he cleared the lump in his throat. "Sturdy boots and a pair of tennis shoes. We can get you a fed suit if you ever need one." Dean sighed. He really hoped it never came to that. He was already making plans to have Lindsey back to her life within a month if he had any say in it.

"Alright," Lindsey replied. "I guess I should go ahead and pack up so we can leave out in the morning."

"We'll be down here if you need anything," Dean assured. "I'll get the dishes and make sure Hayley gets some food." Lindsey nodded before she exited the kitchen and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. The overwhelming sense of familiarity threatened to engulf her as she sunk to her bed. How was she supposed to do this? Leave her life and her friends for a world she previously didn't know existed? She took a deep breath through her nose to steel herself as she got to her feet and started rummaging through her closet.

Two duffle bags and backpack sat by her bedroom door when Hayley walked in. She had a plate with her dinner on it in hand.

"Hey," she greeted gently as she walked in and sank down next to Lindsey. The two leaned against the bed in companionable silence while Hayley ate.

"We're leaving in the morning," Lindsey finally broke the silence, continuing to stare straight ahead.

"That's what Sam told me downstairs," Hayley answered as she sat her plate to the side. "Do you have everything you need? I can help you pack or something."

"I already did," Lindsey replied, motioning to the bags at the door. "I think I have everything. If not, the boys said we could stop and get stuff on the road."

"Are you—," Hayley broke off her question when she saw the set of Lindsey's shoulders and the clench in her jaw. "Sorry, that would've been a stupid question."

"It's fine," Lindsey answered, still looking nowhere but the wall. "I'm fine, considering."

"It's ok if you're not," Hayley offered.

"I don't think so," Lindsey shook her head. "I have a feeling this isn't the worst of what's to come." Hayley looked at her sadly and put a hand on her friend's arm. No words of comfort came to her, no pleas for Lindsey to stay, just a gentle squeeze and a reassuring look. Lindsey returned the look with a wobbly smile, knowing there was nothing to say.

"You'll take care of my record player?" Lindsey asked, looking for some easy topic. Hayley let out a watery laugh.

"Only you would be concerned about your record player in a time like this," she shook her head, fighting tears.

"Well, yeah!" Lindsey countered. "It took me four years to put that collection together. Do you know how creepy some people are that work at record stores?"

"Of course I'll take care of it," Hayley smiled.

"Lay off the Bruce Springsteen though," Lindsey joked. "I'm surprised that thing hasn't snapped in half yet as much as you listen to it."

"What about you and Aerosmith? I swear you sing their greatest hits album in your sleep sometimes," Hayley shot back, playfully bumping her friend's shoulders.

"Hey, Steven Tyler always gets a pass," Lindsey had a deep love for the rocker even in his old age. "The dude has a hell of a voice."

"And you don't," Hayley deadpanned. "Don't think I haven't heard you trying to belt out 'Dream On' in the shower. You sound like a dying cat." Lindsey pretended to look offended before bursting into giggles.

"At least I'll like the music in the car. Dean plays a lot of classic rock."

"Maybe you'll be able to work on your rocker scream," Hayley chuckled as they both settled down. As Lindsey nodded in reply, she caught sight of the clock. It was already 2 am; she was leaving with her brothers in six hours.

"I should probably get some sleep," she said somberly. "We're leaving at 8."

"You'll wake me up before you go?"

"Of course." The girls stood and Hayley pulled Lindsey into a warm hug. Lindsey smiled fondly. Hayley had never been much of a hugger until she met Lindsey who was raised in a very huggy family. Eventually, Hayley got used to it.

"See you in the morning," Hayley said as she pulled away.

"Yeah, ok. Night," Lindsey turned back to her bed and pulled the covers back. Sleep evaded her and the last time she looked at the clock, it read 4:57.

The morning came far too early when Lindsey's alarm went off at 7. Begrudgingly, she flung back her blankets and trudged to the bathroom to shower. Fifteen minutes later, she was methodically blow-drying her hair, clinging to normalcy. A light layer of makeup and she was ready to get dressed. She pulled on a pair of jeans, a Poison shirt, and a flannel over it. She picked up her supple, leather work boots she had worn when she helped work on her uncle's farm. She would put those on downstairs. After a quick glance in Hayley's room proved it to be empty, she treaded quietly down the stairs to find her brothers and her roommate drinking coffee in the living room.

"Morning," she greeted, setting her boots by the door and heading to the kitchen for her own caffeine fix.

"Morning," Dean grunted back, still sleepy from his early-morning wake up call. Sam was flipping through an old, worn journal, a crease of concentration between his eyebrows. 'Bobby Jean' drifted softly from the record player through the high rafters of the loft. Lindsey smirked lightly at Hayley.

"You just cant stay away from Bruce, can you, Hayl?" she joked. Hayley smiled around her mug of hot chocolate and nodded her head to the beat.

"You need help with your stuff, Lindsey?" Sam asked, looking up from the journal.

"Uh, sure, if you want to," Lindsey answered. "I've just got two duffles and a backpack. I can get it myself."

"I've got it," Sam replied, standing from the armchair and giving his sister's shoulder a squeeze when he passed her.

"Do you need anything else?" Dean glanced around the apartment, looking for anything that might seem important.

"I think I've got everything," Lindsey answered, fiddling with the turquoise cross around her neck. Her dad had found the stone on a hiking trip and fashioned it into a necklace for her. She was actually wearing several trinkets from her family: a watch from her aunts, her grandmother's amethyst ring, a bracelet from her mother. The jewelry gave her some comfort in being away from home.

"Alright," Dean nodded. "I'm gonna go start the car. Its pretty cold and she doesn't like to run so smooth unless she's been warmed up." Lindsey smiled at the affection in his voice for the car. It really was a beauty. Sam passed through the living room, Lindsey's bags in his hands to load them in the impala.

"I made you guys some muffins for the road," Hayley stood from the couch and went to the kitchen, returning with a Tupperware container. "You know I bake when I'm stressed."

"Thanks, Hayley. I'm sure the guys will appreciate it." She took the basket from her friend and sat it on the coffee table. She looked around the apartment with a heavy sigh. "I talked to the records office at school. They think I'm doing an independent study this semester so my scholarships will hold and my portion of the rent will be paid so you don't have to worry about that. I'll just have to take an exam at the end of the semester to prove I learned what I needed to." Hayley nodded mutely. "You can invite someone to live here with you if you want. I'm sure Andi would move in. She loves this place."

"The boys said they were going to try to get you back quick," Hayley answered. "I'll be fine by myself until then." Lindsey looked at her sadly.

"Alright, but know that I really don't mind if you change your mind. You shouldn't have to live alone."

"No worries," Hayley attempted to smile. "I've got Gatsby," she nodded at the fishbowl that held their seemingly-immortal beta fish. They had the thing going on five years and he had survived a trip down the garbage disposal.

"Right, how could I forget Gatsby?" Lindsey laughed. "Don't kill that fish, Hayley."

"I don't think anything could kill that fish," Hayley replied with a giggle.

The boys walked back in, weapons strapped on. They had taken to carrying only the bare minimum around the apartment for the past few days. Now they were diving back into the danger zone and were armed to the teeth.

"You ready, Lindsey?" Dean asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Lindsey picked up the muffins and grabbed her leather jacket from the coat hook. She handed the container to Sam as she laced her boots up.

"I'll walk you out," Hayley said as the siblings turned to the door. The group traveled down the stairs, Sam and Dean subtly glancing around all corners. Lindsey could feel the shift in her brothers. They had allowed themselves to relax in her apartment. Now, they were hunters again and the paranoia was back. All too soon, they were in the parking lot, the impala rumbling on the sidewalk.

"Hayley, listen to me," Dean got her attention. "If anyone comes to your apartment asking where Lindsey is, you tell them you don't know. I put a Devil's Trap under the rug at the front door. It'll trap any demon that tries to get in. Someone gets stuck in it, you call us. There's a shotgun under the couch with salt rounds. If they break through that trap, get the gun, go to your closet, lock the door, and pour a line of salt. You got it?" Hayley nodded mutely.

"You should be safe," Sam countered when he saw the terror behind the cool mask Hayley wore. "We warded the building for everything we know how to. That stuff Dean said is just cautionary. We'll get Cas, that angel from the hospital, to keeps tabs on the town to make sure you're safe." Lindsey looked relieved. She didn't want Hayley to be dragged into this fight too. She turned to her best friend and hugged her desperately.

"If you see anything suspicious or get a weird feeling, you call. Understand?" she demanded as she hugged Hayley tightly.

"I will," Hayley responded, gripping her back just as firmly. They pulled away with a sad smile.

"I'll see you soon," Lindsey assured.

"You two look out for her," she demanded the brothers' attention. "You keep her safe and bring her back."

"We will," Sam comforted. Hayley briefly hugged Lindsey again as the boys got in the car, doors squeaking as they were pulled open.

"You stay safe, Lindsey," Hayley nearly begged. "Don't be reckless. Stay with your brothers." Lindsey nodded, desperately fighting tears.

"I hear you, I hear you," she sniffled and wiped her face free of tears. "You stay safe too. Don't go in any sketchy nightclubs alone," she attempted a joke, remembering a hole-in-the-wall club they had attended as juniors in college. The girls had pretended to be a couple when one too many predatory gazes were directed at them.

"Bye, Linds," Hayley said softly as Lindsey opened the backdoor of the impala.

"Bye, Hayley," Lindsey responded, shutting the door quickly before she changed her mind and ran away.

"You ready, honey?" Dean asked softly from the driver's seat. Lindsey nodded mutely in response. She heard Dean shift the car into drive and looked up to see Hayley waving on the sidewalk. Watching her apartment pull away, she felt fear, all-consuming fear. It worked its way up her throat from her stomach and she worried that she might scream. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she counted to five. She gave the fear five seconds to overcome her every sense, let herself imagine every terrible thing that came from her worst nightmares. As she reached five, she pushed the fear down, locking it away, not to be touched again. Sam turned around in the front seat just as she regained control of her senses.

"So start telling us your story," Sam requested. "What it was like growing up in a big southern family, favorite movie, favorite book, biggest pet peeve. Start talking." Lindsey gave him a thankful smile for the light-hearted conversation before answering his questions.

They continued like this for the two days it took them to get to Sioux Falls. Normally, Sam and Dean could've made the drive without stopping for the night, just switching off on driving, but they didn't want to push Lindsey like that if they didn't have to. She wasn't used to life on the road. Instead, they found a motel outside of Chicago to sleep for the night. Lindsey made her brothers sleep in the beds while she took the couch. She reasoned that they were much bigger than her and she would be perfectly comfortable on the couch. They grumbled at her until they all went to sleep.

While in the car, she found a book series called 'Supernatural' on her eBook. The boys groaned when she asked about it and Dean explained that a prophet named Chuck had mistaken his heavenly visions for writer's inspiration and had been publishing their life story. Lindsey found it hilarious, much to the boys' irritation. She downloaded the first few books and started reading. The stories that served as a biography to her brothers were a welcome change to her medical textbooks. Her eyes raced across the lines, taking it all in like candy, but every now and then, she would look up to see her brothers riding side-by-side in the front seat and she would remember that what she was reading wasn't fiction. Sam and Dean had lived every word on the pages. It was hard to enjoy the books when the tortured protagonists were sitting right in front of you in the car. Eventually, she began to treat the books as research, learning the boys' weaknesses and their strengths as she went along. It surprised her that she was able to identify the monster and how to kill it before the book gave it away. Having knowledge she had no recollection of learning really threw her for a loop.

On their second day on the road she was just reading about the time Sam took Dean to a faith healer after he had been electrocuted during a monster hunt when they pulled up to an old junkyard.

"Singer's Auto Salvage?" Lindsey asked as Dean turned into the salvage yard.

"Welcome home, sis," Dean joked as he continued down the gravel road. "Whenever we have more than a couple days between jobs or we're out this way, we hole up here."

"Mhmm," Lindsey nodded, looking out the window at the piles of crushed cars. "Who lives here?"

"Bobby Singer," Sam answered. "He's an old friend, kind of like a father to us. He's saved our asses more times than I can count." Dean nodded in agreement as they pulled up to the old house. They boys pulled themselves from the car and stretched their long limbs.

"Come on, don't be shy" Dean called as he grabbed Lindsey's duffles from the trunk. She got out of the backseat and grabbed her backpack before Dean shut the trunk. "I'll warn you, he can be a little grumpy but he means well. He's really a big softie, he's just rough around the edges." Sam laughed at the thought of Bobby finding out Dean had described him as a softie. She followed her brothers up to the front door and waited while Sam knocked. The sound of shuffling signaled life in the house. The door opened to a reveal a gruff-looking man in a wheelchair with a beard on his face and a hat on his head.

"Hey, Bobby," Sam greeted easily.

"You idjits really are trying to kill me, aren't you?" Bobby growled. "It's been a week now that I've gone without a call to check in from you two!"

"Sorry, Bobby," Dean cut in. "Things have been a little busy lately." Bobby caught sight of Lindsey nervously peeking around behind Dean.

"What? You're bringing girls home now?" Bobby asked, clearly confused about Lindsey's presence.

"What? No!" Dean spluttered, slightly horrified at the insinuation. "Bobby, this is our little sister, Lindsey."

"Hi," Lindsey waved timidly. Bobby looked dumbstruck before he shook his head.

"I can't keep up with you Winchesters. Come on in before the bugs get inside," he rolled back in his chair and held the door for the siblings as they shuffled in. Sam took Lindsey's backpack from her and sat it on the kitchen table.

"Thanks, Sam," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't understand why she was so nervous; she was normally good with strangers. For whatever reason, she felt unnatural. The boys had told her enough about their friend, Bobby, for her to know he was a lore expert. He was an experienced hunter and from what she had read in the 'Supernatural' books, that meant he saw the world in black and white. What if he saw her like he saw monsters the monsters her hunted? Sam and Dean could be blinded by familial affection, but Bobby could be objective about her.

"Any of you want a beer?" Bobby asked as he shut the front door. Lindsey and Dean nodded while Sam asked for water. He passed them their drinks and Lindsey popped the top on the edge of the table and took a grateful swig.

"Thank you," she said after she had swallowed.

"Now, do you three want to start explaining?" Bobby asked, taking a pull from his own bottle. Dean rubbed a hand wearily over his face before launching into the story of how an angel had saved Lindsey from burning on the ceiling with Mary and let her finish developing in Heaven. He explained what Cas had said about her soul being completely encased in grace and how she had killed a wendigo with no previous experience.

"So she came with built-in Winchester training?" Bobby chuckled, shooting Lindsey a wink. She smiled back and felt herself start to relax.

"Looks like it," Sam chuckled. "I quizzed her on lore in the car and she knows just about everything we do." Dean shot her a proud look.

"So what did the angels want with her anyways?" Bobby asked. "As far as our encounters with them have gone, I don't see them jumpin in to save a baby without it benefitting them."

"We have no clue," Dean admitted. "Cas is out on recon now to find out. He checks in every couple days."

"How?" Lindsey asked. She hadn't seen Cas since the hospital. Dean held his phone up. "You've got an angel on speed dial?" Sam and Bobby laughed and Dean shot them a glare.

"It's better than him having to zap back all the time," he reasoned. Lindsey nodded, lips twitching from fighting a smile. "Anyways," Dean sighed, "he hasn't come across anything yet. He's having to work outside the system. It's not like he can ask just anyone. We'd have the whole garrison of dicks on our asses if they found out we've got Lindsey." Bobby nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright, well you two should put some extra warding on the house," he motioned to Sam and Dean. "Cas knows where this place is. He can find his way home." Lindsey smiled at the word 'home'. It seemed that Bobby had adopted all of the boys as his own. The boys shuffled back outside to do Bobby's bidding. "Lindsey, do you want to take those bags upstairs? Sam's room is on the right at the end of the hall and Dean's is on the left. There's one next door to Sam's that you can have."

"Oh, I don't have to have a—" she began.

"Shut your trap and take those bags upstairs. There's a linen closet at the end of the hall. There'll be sheets and blankets in there for your bed." Bobby interrupted.

"Thanks, Bobby," she replied. She hadn't expected him to be that welcoming, well, as welcoming as a man like Bobby could be.

"Don't mention it. Dinner's in twenty. Hope you like chili," he grumbled.

"Chili sounds great," Lindsey looked over to the stove to see ground beef browning in a pan. "Need any help?"

"I got it," Bobby answered, rolling to stir the meat. "Go get settled in and make sure your brothers don't screw up those sigils. Incubating in heaven probably makes you the authority on all things angel among the four of us."

"I don't know about that," Lindsey chuckled, scooping up two duffels and throwing the other two on her shoulder. With a little difficulty, she managed to grab her and Sam's backpacks before trudging slowly up the stairs. Two trips for anything were against her religion.

She dropped the bags off in their respective owner's room and went to the linen closet to grab her bedding. After her bed was made up, she went back downstairs to check on the boys. She found her brothers around the back of the house, painting a large symbol on the side of the house. Sam caught her looking at it quizzically.

"It's a sigil to—" he began, but Lindsey cut him off.

"—ward us from angels. They can't track us with this sigil. It's Enochian," she finished, surprising herself and her brothers. "Guess that was part of my training in heaven," she shrugged.

"Do you even know what all you know?" Dean asked. Sam laughed at his phrasing. "I mean, is it all there or does it just come out when it's relevant?"

"I guess it just comes through when I need it," Lindsey shrugged. "I was able to answer all of Sam's lore quizzes in the car but it was because he was being specific with what he wanted from me."

"Awesome," Dean smirked. "Wonder what else is in your head."

"I'm not sure you want to know that," Lindsey sassed. Dean shook his head good-naturedly before turning back to the sigil and putting the finishing touches on it.

"Alright, Enochain Expert," he said, stepping back, "this look right?" Lindsey inspected it, feeling like fog was being cleared in her brain before nodding.

"Yeah, it looks good as long as it doesn't run," she lightly pressed her finger to the paint and found it mostly dry. "Come on, dinner should be done soon." Sam and Dean followed her inside just in time to see Bobby dishing up four bowls of chili.

"Did they get it right, Lindsey?" Bobby asked, passing her a bowl.

"Yeah, everything looks good outside," Lindsey replied as she took the bowl. "Thanks, Bobby." She sat down at the table and waited for Bobby and the boys to join her before digging in. Bobby started testing her lore knowledge again once they had finished eating.

"Ghoul?"

"Headshot."

"Okami?"

"Stab it seven times with a bamboo dagger blessed by a Shinto priest."

"Rakshasa?"

"Bronze dagger."

"Vetala?"

"Silver knife to the heart."

"Damn, you're good," Bobby chuckled, taking a sip of whiskey from his glass. "Especially for someone who's never hunted a day in their life. They must've really worked you over up there in Heaven Prep school."

"Thank you," Lindsey slurred, already on her fifth beer. "You know, I didn't know any of this stuff before that damn wendigo attacked me and my friends. Do you think it knocked something loose?" Sam put a hand out to steady her when she swayed in her chair.

"You told us you only know the stuff when it's relevant. I'm pretty sure that knowing to kill a wendigo when it's attacking you is relevant," Sam reasoned, taking his hand back but keeping an eye on his sister. It seemed that she had not yet developed a Winchester's alcohol tolerance.

"You're probably right," she sighed dramatically. "You're so smart, Sam." Dean flashed a toothy grin at his brother. He finally had a sibling that wouldn't mind getting drunk with him from time-to-time.

There was a distant rustle that could easily have been mistaken for the wind, but they all knew better. Dean reached for his pistol in the back of his jeans, Bobby grabbed a sawed-off, and Sam pulled Ruby's knife from his jacket. Lindsey looked around uncertainly before Sam tugged her behind his towering form.

Castiel suddenly appeared in the middle of the kitchen, hair windblown and trench coat rumpled.

"Cas?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Hello, Dean," Cas greeted in his gravely tone. "I have found someone who has information about your sister though I do not believe you will be happy with the source."

"What are you talkin about, Cas?" Bobby demanded, looking out the window. "We heard wings rustling outside. Now clearly that wasn't you. Who's with you?"

Just as he finished, the front door burst open and a familiar form burst through with all his usual dramatics.

"Howdy, boys. Now who have you got there, Sam?" he smirked.

"Gabriel?"

And that's it for chapter four! I am so sorry with how long this chapter has taken. I'm in some of the tougher courses in my college career and freetime is a little sparse. I promise I haven't abandoned this story. I've still got more to tell. If you guys can be patient with me and hang tight, we'll get through this.

So, what do you guys think about Gabriel having some answers?

How's the relationship between the guys and Lindsey looking?

Thank you for reading and please review! I love getting feedback. Feel free to leave suggestions!