Dean's POV

The drive to Paige's house was sat in awkward silence. Every once in awhile he glanced back in the mirror. Paige stared at the scenery out the window. A couple times he saw her wipe her cheek, supposedly brushing off tears. Cas snuck multiple glances Paige's way. His eyes were filled with worry and sadness.

As he was about to turn into the driveway, a small voice spoke up.

"No. Don't go straight down the driveway. What of they're still there? Keep driving," Paige instructed.

Dean did as she said. Just past the driveway, there was a dirt path. A metal gate stood between the road and the continued path.

"Pull in here and park. I'll open the gate," Paige said as Dean pulled over to the side of the road.

She instantly hopped out and ran towards the gate. The other three also got out, but went towards the trunk. Dean propped the trunk up and shuffled threw the contents. Sam took the demon-killing knife and Cas took his angel blade. Even though he wasn't an angel anymore, God had let him keep that small piece of Castiel's past. Dean handed each of them a small bottle filled with holy water. Dean took the shotgun filled with salt sounds.

Paige swung the gate open, ushering them inside. She left it open and followed the men, but soon took the lead.

"My house is just over this hill," she announced, leading them up the path.

It wasn't wide enough to be made by a car, but there were distinct tire tracks, so Dean assumed she had an atv.

He wondered why the girl hadn't asked any questions. Was she just not curious as to who they were or why they were carrying bottles of water? Maybe she was still in shock and was just grateful for the help in retaking her home.

When the house came into view, he spotted a small playground with a loft. Tapping Paige on the shoulder, he motioned towards it. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. Apparently she wanted in this fight.

And to think, they hadn't even taken the time to explain to her about the things that go bump in the night.

When they came to the path that lead to the back porch of the house, he held Paige back.

"Stay here until one of us comes out to get you, okay?"

She rolled her eyes, but sat on the ground anyway, "Fine."

He nodded and motioned for Sam to flank around to the front. Cas took the basement door and Dean took the back door.

Finding it unlocked, he slid the door open. There was a substantial amount of blood on the wood floors, but other than that, there was nothing out of the ordinary and more importantly, no one in sight. Sam rushed in a moment later. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs. Both brothers raised their weapons, but it was only Cas.

"They're gone," the former angel declared.

Dean turned and went on the back porch, prepared to wave Paige inside. But she wasn't there. His eyes scanned wildly around the property, finally coming to rest on her small figure kneeling next to a pale body.

The demons hadn't tried to hid him, just thrown him near the woods in the backyard. He quickly descended the stairs and walked towards the girl.

"Come on, Paige. Let's get your things."

They could worry about Bucky later. Paige wiped her eyes and stood, following Dean into her house.

She went straight to her room without a word to anyone.

"Take care of the body guys. Tonight we'll give him a hunter's funeral."

Sam and Cas went outside and towards the body. Dean decided to take a look downstairs.

For the most part, it was relatively clean. Except for the overturned chair and blood on the floor, of course. There were no clues as to what the demons wanted, other than the key that Paige had successfully kept safe.

He made his way back upstairs, to Paige's room. The door was thrown wide open, so he didn't bother knocking.

Inside, Paige was throwing all different types of clothes into a black duffel bag.

It was evident she was mad. Slamming drawers shut and throwing unwanted clothes across the room, proved that.

He didn't know exactly how to comfort her. Both her parents were gone and she didn't know of any other family members.

"Is there a friend you could stay with?" he asked from the doorway.

Paige sniffled, "I don't have any friends," at that she started to cry harder.

"Oh," was all he could say.

Instead of continuing with a one-sided conversation, he surveyed the room. It was rather large. There was a L-shaped desk where multiple picture frames sat. The largest being one of her and, who he supposed was her mom, at a beach. Paige looked much happier then than she did now. A three shelf bookcase sat next to the desk. All three were stuffed full of books, some were even stacked on top. He didn't recognize any of the titles, not that he could considering that he doesn't read for fun.

Her bed was a light wood color. There were scratches and chips here and there which led Dean to believe she wasn't the only one to have used it. A tall dresser was positioned by the end of the bed. It was also wood, but a deeper, richer color. On top of dresser, sat a deep blue radio. Unlike almost everything else in her room, it looked new, almost brand new.

The sound of a zipper snapped him out of his thoughts. Paige shoved the duffel strap onto her shoulder and pushed past him. She set her bag on the counter and turned to face Dean.

But before she could get a word out, her eyes grew and her jaw dropped. As quick as a rabbit, she spun and sprinted the opposite direction. Dean followed amd saw her fly down the stairs, going so fast she almost slipped.

Dean raced after her, afraid about what got her so worked up. He rounded the corner just in time to see her drop to get knees and reach her hands out. He could hear metal against metal as a small door was pulled open. Getting closer, he could hear a happy squeak.

"Harley!"

Sure enough, there was a small crate containing a dog bed and a German Shepard puppy. Despite himself, he smiled a little. At least Paige wasn't completely by herself.

Paige gathered the puppy in her arms and walked to Dean. The tears were still stained on her face, but there was almost a tiny smile as she stroked the puppy.

"Dean, meet Harley. She was my 13th birthday present earlier this year. I can't believe I forgot about you! You're so quiet," Harley licked her neck and she slightly laughed.

The puppy was rather large and it looked like it took some effort to continue to hold her. Paige eventually put her down and they made their way back upstairs. Paige looked a little happier than before, but her expression was still grim.

Sam and Cas met them upstairs. Both men were surprised at the appearance of the dog, but took it well. Cas seemed especially happy about it.

Sam pulled him off to the side, needing a word.

"Dean! What are we supposed to do with her?"

He shrugged, "No family, no friends. We can't just drop her off at the police station. Maybe we take her to Bobby's for now, until we find a more permanent solution."

"She's got a dog! What happened to the 'no dogs in the Impala' rule?"

"That's the last thing she has to remember her parents and her home. We can't just leave it!"

Sam finally agreed and went back to the others. Dean had hoped to wait until night to salt and burn Bucky's body, but they really had to go.

Paige took her bag out to the Impala and when she came back, Dean lit the body. She sunk to her knees and began to cry again, looking heavenward and then at her dad.

Sam and Dean could both relate, but it didn't help her.

Halfway through the drive back to the motel, Paige began to speak.

"Do you guys believe in God?"

"Yes," Cas and Sam both answered simultaneously.

Dean didn't answer. Not because he didn't believe or he did believe for that matter. He didn't know. Of course he knew angels existed, but God? If God did exist, how could he let things like this happen?

"I did. But, now? I'm not sure. How can God let things like this happen to good people? What did I do wrong? Sure, I swear and the guys I hang out with aren't exactly saints… And what about angels huh? Aren't they supposed to help?"

"I know that angels are real and God is too. Sometimes things have to happen to good people. Those experiences make good people better people. I believe it is a test of character," Cas said thoughtfully.

Paige furrowed her brow and stared at Cas, "Yeah, okay..."

She went back to staring out the window and petting Harley, who was rather quiet in Paige's lap.

After packing their things in the Impala from the motel, they stopped for some crappy food from a small drive thru. He didn't even pay attention to the name, just pulled in and ordered everyone burgers. He didn't really know what Paige liked, but she didn't complain.

Dean finally decided that he had given the girl enough time and it was time to tell her.

"So, uh, Paige. There's something we'd like to share with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. While you were held captive, you mentioned seeing their eyes turn black, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't think it was real. Just the poor lighting."

"No, it was definitely real. They...they were demons."

She did a double take, "Come again?"

"They were demons."

"Demons? Demons are fricking real? You're joking, right?"

"I wish I was."

"And you guys? You think they're real too, don't ya?"

"Yes," Sam answered.

"And it's not just demons. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, the whole shebang. Basically anything that goes bump in the night is real," Cas added.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Okay angel boy. Don't hold back."

"Angel?!"

"Former angel actually. Thank you Dean, for opening that wound," Cas narrowed his eyes at him.

"Angel? Demons and vampires? What?"

"I'm sorry you were dragged into this. But it's all true, I promise," Dean said.

Bobby was rather surprised to see them. Even more so with the girl and her dog.

"We just need you to look after her for a little while. Until we figure something out. She gave us this key, Sam thinks it's coordinates to somewhere in Lebanon. We're going to check it out and then come back," Dean stood talking to Bobby in the living room.

"You couldn't have called first, ya idjit?"

"Sorry, we've been busy figuring things out."

"You better be back in two weeks or less."

"I promise we will. Thank you Bobby!"

AN: So I've had some things happen. I won't be posting as often anymore. I don't know an exact schedule but I'll write as often as possible. I hope you understand.

Sorry,

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