A/N: I have been informed by my Beta that my use of discription is little to none, so I will be attempting to improve on that in the NEXT chapter. She informed me after I wrote this chapter. Also in my use of punctuation, so I will we soon reading up on that. Enjoy!

Sam and Dean stood together, facing the bathroom door Violet had just walked through, crying her eyes out.

Dean was the first to break the silence. He turned around to Sam and held his arms open, agitated. "How stupid are you?"

"What?" Sam asked, defending himself as he turned to face his brother.

"A girl randomly appears in our motel room and you think that's okay? God, Sam, I know you've been a bit off your game lately, but…"

"A bit off… Dean, how dumb do you think I am? Don't answer that." Sam angrily waved his hand in front of Dean's face before he could speak. "She's not a demon, I'm not stupid. I threw the holy water on her the first moment I walked in."

"Did you test her with silver? Anything?"

"What would she be besides a demon, Dean?"

"A ton of things, Sam! A shifter?"

"Nothing that we know of besides a demon would just appear in our room."

"All I'm saying is the last time someone just appeared in front of us, it was our time traveling grandfather, and we all know that didn't end well!"

"And what are the chances of that happening twice to us?"

"I don't know what's going on, but I don't wanna find out the hard way." Dean turned back to face the bathroom door as the faucet shut off. Sam remained staring at Dean, amazed at how much Dean's already short temper had been recently escalating.

Half an hour later, the two brothers and Violet were sitting in different stiff chairs, each holding their own cup of cheap motel coffee. Dean's legs were crossed and his back slouched as if he was in a reclining chair. Sam hunched forward in his own chair, his arms on his knees. Violet sat straight up in her chair. She had finally seemed to grasp onto some piece of her mind and thought she'd be able to talk to the brothers and figure out what had happened to her. All that was left was for someone to start the conversation.

"So what happened?" Dean asked, "How'd you get here?"

"I… I'd just driven home from the apartments." Recalling the recent event was much more difficult than Violet wanted it to be. Especially with the intense and focused looks she was receiving from Sam and Dean.

"What apartments?" Sam asked.

"The ones at my college in Florida. They're privately owned, but they serve as dorms for the school. Some sort of financial deal with the school… Anyway, I had just driven in state and the first thing I did was drop off my stuff at my parents' and drive to Jack Jack's bakery. My parents weren't home, so Jack Jack was the first person I saw."

"Who's Jack Jack?" Sam asked.

Dean replied for Violet. "He's her little brother. He's an infant, but he can turn into fire and stuff. Scared the shit out of the baby sitter."

Violet smiled at Dean a little. "You'd be surprised how many people don't pick up the reference."

"How can you not?" Dean tilted his head to the side and shrugged, as if he was stating the obvious.

"But yeah," Violet looked at Sam, "she's my best friend. I've known her since we were small. We shared a carpet square in kindergarten." Violet laughed a little as her emotions resurfaced. "And now she wouldn't even recognize me."

"Well, I mean," Dean offered, "technically she would because I assume she knows what you looked like as a teenager."

Sam looked at Dean. "Not helping, dude." He turned back to Violet. "So you got there. What happened next?"

"She and I talked a bit, and then she went in the back to go make me one of these little cake things she makes." Violet smiled and made a little square with her hand. "They really are little pieces of art." She put her hands back on her knees and looked down. "And then I took some pictures of the cakes, when…" Violet sat up suddenly, her eyes wide open.

"What is it?" Dean asked alert.

"There was a lady." Violet remembered. "Well, I mean I think she was."

"You think she was?" Sam asked.

"She was covered in this... long, flowy, bright red fabric. Her whole body, and I could barely see her face. She has a Japanese accent and was holding this baby, except it wasn't a baby."

Dean groaned. "So a lady who isn't a lady, and a baby who isn't a baby." He paused. "Awesome. Then what was the baby?"

Violet paused and looked at the floor again. "A rock."

"A rock?" Sam asked slowly to clarify he'd heard correctly.

"It was, I swear!" Violet looked at Sam and Dean's skeptical faces. "Look, she walked in and handed me her baby and then just ran off!" Violet usually deep voice raised in pitch and speed. "She just gave it to me, and it's face was covered too and it was crying and I don't like babies especially the crying kind, and then it calmed down and then it got really heavy and I mean like, heavy, like it literally hurt to hold it I thought my arms were gonna fall off…"

"Ok." Sam raised his hand softly. "Ok, calm down for a sec. So the baby got heavy. And then what?"

"And then I fell to the ground because I couldn't support its weight. It rolled over and I saw that it was a rock. Rocks don't cry!" Violet knew she sounded crazy, but it was the truth. "And then, what's weird, well I mean weirder, is that the baby didn't just get heavier," she put her hand on her abdomen, "It started pressing here really hard."

"Where was your friend this entire time?" Dean asked, "I'm sure you were screaming."

"It was a little hard to scream when the baby was putting that much force on me. I was just trying to hold it and stand up as best as I could. And the blenders are really loud in the kitchen so the room has to be really sound proof."

"Now I don't mean to sound insensitive here," Dean laughed a little, "but why didn't you just drop the damn rock-baby?"

"I tried!" Violet shoved her hands forward. "It wouldn't let me!" Violet slammed her hands onto her legs again, and then suddenly smiled.

"What is it?" Sam asked. Violet smiled bigger and laughed to herself. She moved her hand to cover her mouth. "What?" Sam frowned at Violet, who seemed to be holding back a laughing fit.

"Do," Violet smiled behind her hand, "do you think we could call it Rock-A-Bye-Baby?" Violet knew the pun wasn't appropriate at the time, but she needed a laugh at the moment. Sam sighed and lowered his head as Dean smiled at Violet.

"Rocksanne?" Dean asked.

"Rock Stewart?"

"Rockley Crew?"

"Guns and Rocks?"

"Sounds like the baby and his mom had a rocky relationship." Dean said proudly.

"Ok, enough." Sam said annoyed.

"Awe, c'mon, Sammy. Have a sense of humor." Dean slouched again. "The poor kid needs a laugh right now."

"Your age, remember?" Violet reminded him in a warning tone.

"Right, hard to remember." Dean apologized.

"So," Violet raised her thighs to her chest, "d'y'all have any idea how to change a girl's age? Ha, isn't that the age old question."

"Well…" Sam started to say, but didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"We could…" Dean was just as speechless.

"And that's what I thought." Violet said. She both sounded and felt defeated.

"We'll figure it out, Sam said confidently. "This isn't our first rodeo."

"It isn't?" Violet asked.

"My brother and I," Dean explained, "sorta do this thing a lot."

"You chase after Japanese women with rock babies?" Violet asked, half hoping the answer was a 'yes'.

"What?" Dean asked confused, "No, no. We deal with the supernatural. Ghosts and evil forces and what not. Like your Mommy with the rock we have here."

"'Deal'?" Violet asked concerned. "What do you mean 'deal'?"

"Well," Sam said slowly, "it usually starts with research, finding out what did this to you, how to fix this, what the monster is, and then…" Sam paused, knowing Violet didn't want to know what came next, "we kill it."

"If it's a threat, right?" Violet clarified, "Like self-defense-necessary situations?"

"Well, yeah." Dean said, "But with our luck, it usually is. And this lady doesn't seem much friendlier than the other monsters we've met."

Violet shifted in her chair, uncomfortable in the stiff silence that had settled across the small room. "That sucks." It wasn't much, but it was all Violet could say at this point.

"You have no idea." Dean said darkly.

The three sat in silence again for a few seconds before Violet spoke up again. "So, Sam, you said something about research?"

"Um, yeah, I guess so," Sam said hesitantly. The researching usually didn't involve the victim of the case and he wasn't sure if he wanted Violet to be exposed to all of the knowledge of the supernatural through the research.

"Great. So is that step one, then?" Violet asked.

"Yeah," Dean said, "but you can leave the researching to us. We can handle this."

"Great," Violet leaned back in her chair, "research bites. No offense, but I couldn't research as nearly much as y'all seem to do."

"I completely understand." Dean agreed.

Sam sat up. "Oh shit."

"What?" Dean asked worried.

"I forgot my laptop charger."

"Are you serious?" Dean asked sternly.

Sam walked over to a bag thrown on the floor under a table, picked it up and dug through it. He through the bag back on the ground. "Not in there, and the laptop's about to die."

"Good thinking, Sam," Dean said angrily, "Now how are we supposed to do anything?"

"We could go to a library." Sam defended himself again.

"But the fact that you forgot it." Dean stood up and began to raise his voice. "What's next, Sam? The badges? The salt? Your gun?"

Sam turned to Violet, who was looking anywhere but at the two fighting and had sunk as far as was possible into her stiff chair. "Can you give us a minute, please?"

"Uh huh." Violet quietly agreed and quietly shot off to go into the bathroom again.

Sam and Dean didn't break eye contact until Dean turned around and ran his hand through his hair. "It's just a charger," Dean reminded himself.

"It's just a charger," Sam confirmed. "Dude are you ok?"

"Clearly not." Dean rubbed his arm with The Mark. "Damn, I hate this thing."

"Me too, Sam agreed. "We'll get it off…"

"Dude, not again. Not right now."

"Well, then when, Dean?"

"Hey," Violet's deep voice peeped timidly from behind the bathroom door, "can… can I come out now?"

"In a sec, Dean stiffly called back.

Sam sighed, "And I had an idea that you aren't gonna like."

"This'll be good."

"We could go to a library and look up whatever turned Violet. Or we could just…"

"No." Dean said sternly and stepped toward Sam.

"Dean, I think I read something about a rock and a Japanese lady…"

"We are not taking the kid to the bunker."

"I don't like it either, but this would go by much faster if we just…"

"Faster, my ass," Dean argued. "It's the HQ of monster info. If she's a monster, we'd be literally 'bringing that home'. And if she's just a girl and not a monster, we're not putting her in the middle of this."

"I'm not saying let her read every book and show her the dungeon, Dean. And there's not much more she can get into right now. She just got… reverse 13 Going on 30ed…"

"She what?" Dean asked.

"She… Never mind," Sam said. "Dean I don't like it either, but she just lost her entire life. She can't use any of her IDs, she can't drive, buy anything, go back home…"

"Fine," Dean reluctantly agreed. "But you're responsible for her."

"I don't like it just as much as you do." Sam reminded him.

"Now?" Violet interrupted from behind the door to remind the brothers that she was still there.

"Yeah." Dean answered frustrated. Violet walked out slowly, carefully looking at the two men's faces to check if the room was safe.

"So, Violet," Sam tiredly picked up his bag and slowly put his laptop in it, "how do you feel about a little road trip?"