Ella sat up when the brothers came in and grabbed for her leather bound notebook her Dad had given her when she turned ten and was allowed to start hunting. She couldn't forget anything.
"Everything's in here," she said passing it to Dean, who was siting closest. Jake was glaring from his chair, his last discussion with Dean not forgotten.
Dean flicked through it, raising an eyebrow at the detailed research notes.
"They're planning on using Australia as a test run?"
Ella nodded, "Apparently the American hunters were interfering too much, and they needed to make sure it would affect rural areas as well as the suburbs."
"How are they infecting the more rural areas?" Sam asked, and Ella glared at him muttering something about pointless effort. Jake chuckled, his ears sharper than the brothers.
"Didn't get around to asking that, but I assumed through the water supply."
Dean glanced at Ella, reassessing her, "And by asked you mean?"
"I mean asked in a persuasive manner." Ella replied, smiling innocently. "Oh, and you'll probably want this back," she said reaching under the bed for the black coated machete and passing it to Sam. "And what'd you guys do with the head?"
"It's buried out back."
Ella nodded.
"Can I burrow a phone?" She asked, reaching for the notebook.
Dean pulled his latest burner from his pocket handing it to Ella.
"Why do you want it?" He asks as she flips through her notebook. She finds the page, turning the phone on and typing in the digits.
"I'm calling Seb. He's like the central intelligence of Aussie hunters. You found a case but you can't get to it, you call Seb and he puts someone on it. You need demon blades or new curse boxes, he hooks you up. He'll get the word out."
"We'll leave it to you then." Sam said standing up and pulling Dean with him, they needed to talk, he wasn't sure if he completely trusted this odd girl.
Dean glared at Sam, but followed him through the door.

Ella smirked as the brothers left, guessing at Sam's thoughts. She dialled Seb's number, flicking back to her notes and putting the phone on speaker for Jake's benefit.
"Seb here." Was the gruff answer.
"Hey Seb, it's Ella, and Jake's here too."
"Where are you, kid? You and your dad just dropped off the map." He said sounding both concerned and irritated at the lack of contact.
"America."
Seb breathed in sharply, surprised "Why the bloody hell are you in America? Did that old bastard Samuel need your Dad for something?"
"Um… I-I don't t-think Dad's going to b-be hunting anytime s-soon." Ella replied, speaking softly and struggling to keep her voice even.
"Ella? What do you mean? Is Mathew hurt?"
Ella shook her head, her eyes stinging, "He's-"
"Mathew's dead. He died on a hunt." Jake cut in, seeing how difficult it was for Ella.
Seb was silent, the only reason Ella knew he hadn't hung up was she could hear his ragged breathing.
"What-" He cleared his throat, "What got him?"
Ella, blinking back tears, flipped through her notebook again, finding the page detailing leviathans.
"They're called leviathans. They can shapeshift, and absorb the memories of the form they take-"
"Okay, so how are they different to shapeshifters?"
"Silver does nothing too them, they are highly organised, and we currently have no idea how to kill them." Was Jake's explanation.
"Shit."
"Yeah."
"Do you know anything that can hurt them?"
"Borax- which is in most cleaning products- burns them like acid, and cutting their heads off slows them down. But don't leave the head too close to the body, because they will reattach." Ella said, swallowing against the tightness of her throat.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Where the hell did they come from?"
Ella flicked through the notebook, the Winchester's research hadn't mentioned that.
"I don't know, but I'll find out. I need you to spread the word Seb. They're coming to Australia."
"Of course, kid. But where are you? Are you okay? Jake, is she safe?" Seb asked, concerned for his young friend and her wellbeing.
"I'm okay, Seb. Really. Jake's fine and we're staying with the Winchesters."
Seb breathed in sharply, "Ella, you need to be careful with them. They have a horrible habit of getting people killed."
She nodded, "I'll keep that in mind. See ya Seb."
"Stay safe, kid. Jake, keep her out of trouble."
Jake smiled ruefully at his charge, "I'll try."
After saying their goodbyes, Ella hung up and walked to the door of the small bedroom, the angry voices of the Winchester brothers could be heard quiet clearly through it, and they seemed to be having quiet a heated discussion.
"She can't stay here! She's a kid! She can't hunt!" Sam was snapping at Dean.
"I don't want her hunting either, Sam! But the safest place for her is with a hunter, Bobby obviously out of the question and Jody is already taking care of one messed up teen, she doesn't need another." Dean replied, impatience clear in his tone.
Ella glanced at Jake cocking an eyebrow, she was not impressed by the last comment.
"Dean, she's too trusting! She's got a fucking shapeshifter as a pet!" Sam replied, his anger obvious.
Jake bristled at that and Ella smiled at him reassuringly.
There was a pause and a rustling noise that sounded like Dean running his fingers through his hair.
"Look, I don't like the fact a teenager has a shapeshifter with her constantly any more than you do- and the fact they share a bed is all kinds of wrong-"
Jake actually began growling at that, but calmed slightly when Ella began stroking his shoulder length blonde hair.
"-but he actually seems to care about her. You saw how he fretted over her. And you know as much as I do that sometimes you need to work with things you'd rather hunt. Meg being a great example."
"Dean, I don't think-"
Ella chose this moment to open the door and walk in, closing it louder than strictly necessary.
The brothers immediately stopped talking, looking at her and Jake almost guiltily.
"Here's your phone," she said passing the phone back to Dean. "I talked to Seb. He's going to get the word out."
"Okay, cool." Sam replied, still not meeting her eyes.
"Ella, did you-"Dean paused, his voice lowering, "Did you find out what happened to your Dad?"
Ella stared at her bare feet, not meeting either of their eyes, "According to the leviathan that attacked me, he was found near their base camp and they killed him, but not before torturing him." She said softly, managing to keep her voice even despite the lump in her throat. Jake put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a comforting squeeze.
Dean and Sam nodded slowly, "Do you have anyone you can stay with? We know some Campbells, could you stay with any of them? Your mum maybe?"
Ella shook her head slowly, "I haven't met most of the American Campbells. I mean, I've met Samuel once, and he was kinda a dick. It would be like living with strangers. I can't stay with Mum. But I've got friends in Australia, I can stay with Seb and Jesse-"
"Jesse?" Sam repeats, eyebrows raised, "Do you mean the anti-Christ? That Jesse?"
"Well, yeah. But he actually isn't a bad guy. He lives with Seb, he's about a year younger than I am and he really likes to surf."
Dean nods warily, "Not to be prejudice or anything but I'd prefer it if you didn't live with the ant-Christ. Do you have any family at all? Are you sure you can't stay with your mu-"
"No." Ella snapped at Dean, "I can't stay with my mum because she's dead. She died of breast cancer when I was seven. Alright?"
Dean nods, avoiding her eyes.
Sam clears his throat, "How about we give Cas a call, and see if we can get you home?" he asks Ella, his voice soft.
"Fine," Ella said shrugging.
"Hey, Cas! Can you come here please?" Sam said quietly to the ceiling.
Cas appeared in the middle of the room Meg by his side. Jake sniffed the air, narrowing his eyes at Meg.
"Demon." He said softly so only Ella could hear it. Ella slipped her demon blade from her pocket, holding it by the tip. Dean, noticing the movement, hurries to reassure her.
"Ella, it's okay! Meg's a friend!"
"She's a fucking demon!" she yelled bringing the blade up to throw.
"Ella, please don't hurt Meg." Cas spoke softly and moved in front of the brunet demon.
Both Jake and Ella were shocked to see Castiel, an angel of the fucking lord, protecting a demon, the embodiment of sin and impurity. Knowing Cas wouldn't trust her without a reason, Ella sheathes the weapon but keeps it in easy reach.
Meg, knowing Ella was not at all relaxed, turned to Dean and quipped light heartily, "So I'm a friend now?"
"Shut up." Was Dean's only response as he walked towards the angel. "Is there any particular reason you prayed to me? Did you want to play twister?" Cas asked his face lighting up.
"No. No twister." Dean rushed to correct him, "We were hoping you could take Ella home? Forging passports takes ages and there's no one she can stay with here."
"Of course there is," he said, his tone showing he was confused at Dean's request, "You and Sam."
Sam, who had been standing next to Meg, shook his head, "Cas, that's not a good idea. She'd be in too much danger."
Cas cocked his head, "You and Dean will keep her safe." Was his reply, the simplicity of it irritating Dean.
"No, Cas." Dean said with unnecessary force, before breathing deeply and continuing in a gentler tone, "She needs to go home."
Cas shook his head, "I'm sorry, but she will be staying here. Ela is a good hunter, you may need her help."
Beginning to get irritated, Ella spoke up from her position next to Jake, "Do I get a say in this?"
"No." Was the reply from the stubborn males, including Jake.
"I'll be in the room." Ella said flatly, annoyed at the fact she had no say in her future.
She sat on the bed she'd been using and flicked through the notebook, missing her Dad and all of the people she'd left in Australia.
It was about ten minutes later, when an annoyed Jake opened the door, "The angel just left and seeing as he's the only way home, you're stuck here. But there's some research to do if you're up for it."
Ella shrugged, placing the notebook on the small bedside table, "Why not?"

A/N:
SORRY this took so long! I had a sever case of writers block and a lack of motivation. It is kind of a filler chapter, but the next chapter will be action packed, I promise!
Thanks for waiting and for reading my terrible story!
Bye!