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Hi, readers,

So, I know it's been a few days. I will probably be a little slower with this story while I'm working on my new one: The Archangel Kitten. It's Romance/Hurt/Comfort. Soulmates AU where Michael, who lost most of his grace fighting Lucifer and has been turned into a kitten by Gabriel, is the soulmate of Sarah Blake.

Feel free to go check it out.

Entry 17

I knew when Bobby summoned me. I was too nervous to go immediately. I knew Dean and Sam would be there. Last time I'd met them, Sam avoided me, and Dean- um, I won't get into that, actually. He was a disaster I never recovered from. He doesn't have that adorable tall-and-skinny with long eyelashes and crazy hair look anymore, but I definitely still have a crush on him. I didn't think I could handle meeting him in person.

So I dawdled, got dressed, put on some lipstick, took off the lipstick, braided my hair, unbraided my hair, tried to put it in a bun, failed, got mad, broke my lamp, explained to Crowley why my lamp was broken (you know, general stress, hair won't cooperate), changed into a t-shirt and jeans, picked out some jewelry, changed my mind a couple of times without changing my actual outfit, and finally worked up the courage to go over there, only to change my mind again and go grab a water bottle.

Once I got to Bobby's house, it occurred to me that I didn't need the water bottle, and I almost went back to put it back in the fridge, but then I remembered that I could just disintegrate it. I know, I know, not good conservation of entropy. (For my hypothetical human readers- not that anybody should be reading my personal journal, and if you are, stop right now- just be aware that environmentalism among humans may not be exactly the same as environmentalism among other groups.)

Before I got around to actually disintegrating the water bottle, Bobby came in, followed closely by Dean and Sam, who were looking kind of tense, especially considering they were in Bobby's house. I mean, seriously, what's going to happen to them in Bobby's house?

Dean, um- wow. He's so much more- like there, when it's in person. Like, you cannot escape from his existence.

I think I may have just stared at Dean for like the next two minutes or something. He's like, Dean, you know? Like for real. It was actually pretty cool. Actually it was kind of awesome. But completely terrifying.

Eventually, Sam cleared his throat.

"I think she likes you, Dean," he said. Then Dean cleared his throat. He looked like he wanted to flex his muscles or something.

"So, you're Keigh?" asked Sam finally, interrupting my staring contest with Dean.

"Yeah," I said. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Actually, you're late," said Bobby. "We summoned you over three hours ago."

"Sorry," I said reluctantly. I wasn't sure what to do. I'd never been supposed to be anywhere.

"Listen," said Sam. "If you don't want to be here, nobody's making you be here."

"That's sweet of you, Sammy, but actually I'm here because Bobby asked me to be. Meeting you two bucket-heads wasn't exactly my idea."

"Is it true that you're Crowley's little bitch?" asked Dean.

"No," I said. "Crowley is my dad. Also, if you want to keep your tongue, try using it to say nice things."

"Alright, that's enough," said Bobby. "I can see you two aren't going to get along easy, but you could at least try."

I looked at my shoes. "Sorry," I said.

"Yeah, whatever," said Dean. I could tell the idea of a demon's daughter being sorry for something wasn't on his radar.

The silence got awkward, and I looked away again. Anywhere but Dean. Sam took the chance to douse me with holy water.

Bobby went easy on me. Sam must've dumped a whole bucket of the stuff right in my face. I screamed, and for a second my face felt like it must be tomato red. Then it faded. Everybody just sort of stood there frozen, except for Bobby who'd seen what happened with me and holy water before.

"Do you believe me now?" I asked.

"What, because getting messed over by holy water is supposed to make me want to trust you?" asked Dean, annoyed. He looks so cute when he gets annoyed. I wonder why nobody else teases him just to see the look on his face.

"Fine, be that way," I said. "I'd think you'd trust Bobby, though. Um, I mean, Mr. Singer."

"I told you to call me Bobby," said Bobby.

"Sorry," I said.

"Quit apologizing," said Bobby. "Now, the boys already ate dinner, but I think I still have some pie left. Why don't we all just sit down and talk about this?"

"Okay," I said.

"Sure," said Sam at the same time.

"Wait, you have more pie and you didn't tell me?" said Dean, rushing ahead of us into the kitchen and going through all of the cupboards trying to find the pie. Sam and I laughed. Bobby sighed and helped Dean find the pie before he could tear apart the whole kitchen.

The Winchesters seemed a lot more relaxed once we were all eating pie. I explained to them what I am, what I know about myself, and why Crowley wanted me in 'witness protection.' Sam listened and asked questions, and Dean ate pie.

I agreed to let Dean and Sam try to take me on a hunt and see what happens. So, the next case they get, I'll be tagging along.

Bobby says he doesn't trust me to come when summoned, so he gave me a cell phone. It just has his number and Dean's. That way, if I'm late to show up, they can call me and bug me. Whatever makes them feel better, I guess. It can't be easy, being human. I would miss having invincibility and super powers.