Chapter 12

"At least we have a decent day today," Sam commented as he walked beside the wheelchair Sasha was sitting in. "Suppose to start raining Sunday."

"I'm getting use to the difference in weather here. When I first came here, I had to add to my wardrobe for the cold winters."

"Yeah they can be a bitch when the snow storms come in."

"Okay, if you have any problems give us a call," the nurse said as she stopped the wheelchair by Sasha's car.

"Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome."

"So where do you live?" Sam asked as he slid behind the wheel of the car.

"On the outskirts of town at 458 North Willow Run Road. Do you know where that is?"

"General idea, you can guide me."

"Alright. How's Claire doing?"

"Better since she's home. She'll be back to her normal self in no time."

"I'm really amazed that I feel pretty good already considering what happened."

"Modern medicine I guess," Sam said wanting to change the subject before she questioned further. "What would you like for dinner tonight?"

"I don't know, maybe something not too heavy."

"I'll see what you have and if none of it's appealing, I'll go grab some takeout for us."

"Sounds like a plan. From what Sky said you and your family are very close."

"I guess you could say that. We watch each others backs and are there for one another."

"Sounds nice."

"Maybe you can meet everyone when you're feeling up to it? I have to warn you, they can be overwhelming sometimes."

"I think I would like that, getting to know your family."

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Sam pulled up in front of the one story house and parked by the garage door. He jumped out and hurried to the passenger side to help her out.

"Thanks Sam," she said moving slowly allowing Sam to help her.

Sam fumbled with her keys looking for a house one, frowning when he didn't see one. He turned the door knob slowly and found it opened easily. His hunter instincts kicked in and he stepped in front of Sasha before pushing the door the rest of the way open. He pulled his gun from the back waist of his jeans before stepping into the house.

"Sam what's wrong?" she asked looking around his body into her house. "Is that a gun?"

With his gun out before him, Sam slowly walked into the house checking for signs of trouble. He drew down on the figure in the living room until it clicked who the person was.

"Dean?" he questioned lowering his gun and looking at him confused.

"Step away from her Sammy," Dean growled at his brother as he stepped into the middle of the living room. It didn't get past Sam that Dean had his gun in his hand hanging by his side and the look of anger on his face and the tone of his voice alerted him that something was wrong.

"Is this your brother Sam?" Sasha asked stepping up beside him looking between the two.

"Sam, do as I say," Dean said in a tone that left no room for argument.

"What's going on Dean? Why are you here?" Sam asked moving slightly closer to Sasha, not understanding Dean's reaction to Sasha.

"Cas," Dean stated waiting for the angel to appear.

Before Sam could react, Castiel appeared between Sam and Dean. He raised his hand and pushed Sam to the side and to the couch making him sit unable to move. Sasha's eyes widened in shock and looked at Castiel as fear creep over her face.

"Go ahead Cas, we need to know."

"Cas! Dean! Stop it! Have you gone crazy?" Sam yelled struggling on the couch to get up.

"Stand still, I don't want to hurt you," Castiel told Sasha as he stepped into her personal space. He raised his hand, placing it on her forehead and concentrated on probing into her mind and soul.

Sasha watched in wonder not sure whether to be afraid or not. She really didn't sense that this person called Cas meant her any harm. She stilled herself, as Castiel looked deep into her eyes. A funny feeling began to course through her mind as grace sweep through her giving her a feeling of peace and calmness.

"Sky, thank goodness you're here," Sam called anxiously when he saw Sky come through the front door. "Something's happened to Dean and Cas, you gotta stop them."

"It's okay Sam, Dean knows what he's doing," Sky told him walking slowly into the room.

"Damnit Dean, don't hurt her," Sam begged his brother.

"Only if she makes me," Dean told Sam not taking his eyes off Castiel and Sasha.

"She's human," Castiel told them stepping back. "I don't sense any evil or danger from her. She was researching the creature we are searching for." He turned to Sam and released him from his paralyzing hold before stepping away.

"Tell me what the hell is going on Dean? Why are you treating Sasha like she's..." Sam started and stopped before saying monster.

"There's some questions that need answering, like why she has these and all the others in the basement." Dean told him holding out several very old looking books to him.

Sam stepped to his brother and took the books looking at them before turning his accusing eyes to Sasha. She tried to see what he was holding and recognized a couple of books from the basement.

"Why do you have a dark magic spell book and lore on vampires?" Sam asked her standing taller and more threateningly not sure what to think about her now. "Wait, what do you mean more in the basement?" he questioned his brother.

"How do you know about those things?"

"She has an entire room downstairs that could stand up to Bobby's. I think you need to start talking sister."

"Are you guys hunters?" Sasha asked as it dawned on her who they might be.

"How do you know about hunters?"

"I've had some dealings with them in the past," she said. "How 'bout someone start some coffee and we sit down and talk."

"I think that's a good idea," Dean said sliding his gun into the waist of his jeans.

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Dean and Sky sat close together as Castiel hovered behind them and Sam sat across from Sasha. They all had cups of coffee in their hands. Awkward silence hung in the air as Sam looked over at Sasha trying to encourage her with a half smile.

"So wanna tell us who you are?" Dean stated getting impatient with the silence.

"My name is Sasha Fowler, I'm from a long line of Keepers," she started looking up at Dean and Castiel before looking back down. "Before I say anything else, I need to know what I say will not leave this room. It is imperative that what I do not be told to anyone, my life depends on it."

"Of course," Sam said taking her hand in his.

"Keepers? What's that mean?" Sky asked.

"For generations my family has kept the mystic knowledge safe and away from those who might use it for evil. We're called Keepers of Mystic Knowledge. I was chosen for this duty the day I was born and took my aunt's place when she could no longer do it. We do research of the supernatural kind."

"How come we've never heard of these Keepers?"

"We're careful and hide ourselves from the outside world. Very few know of our existence outside of family. There are those who would kill and use this knowledge for evil if they found out about it."

"We won't tell anyone," Dean told her. "But we might be able to help ward this place a little better."

"Where did all the books and stuff come from downstairs?"

"It was found at yard sales, auctions, family, estate sales, that kind of thing. We even get some donated to us from hunters who run across things in their hunts. You mentioned a Bobby, would that be Bobby Singer?"

"You knew Bobby?" Sam asked in surprise.

"Only by email, I never did hear what happened to him, but that he had died. I was sorry to hear that, he seemed like a nice guy. I gave him some help from time to time on research."

Dean clenched his jaw and thinned his lips, not wanting to talk about Bobby. It brought up too many painful memories for him.

"May I ask, what are you?" Sasha asked directing the question to Castiel.

Castiel looked at Dean to be sure it was ok before answering.

"I am a angel."

"Angel? You mean Heavenly angel?" she asked getting up to walk toward him.

"Yes, I am from Heaven."

"Wow, I never thought angels looked like this," she said eyeing his trench coat and suit.

"This is a vessel I am using. You could not look upon my true being without dying."

"Good to know," she said carefully reaching out to touch his arm. "Wait, why don't I hurt anymore? I feel fine now?"

"I healed you went I searched your mind and soul."

"You can heal and you can disappear?"

"Yes."

"This is amazing, I have so many questions to ask you."

Castiel looked up at Dean and Sam not sure how to react to this woman as she began to bombard him with questions. Dean smirked at him thinking it funny how uncomfortable he seemed with the questions. He knew Castiel was still learning how to interact with other people, but Sasha seemed more than he could handle.