Just what the hell am I thinking?

Here I am, in a car with a kid I just met earlier in school and his mother, and going to their house because I can't get into mine. No idea where I'm going. No idea when I'll set foot in my house again. No idea if my supposed 'dad' is going to bother even looking at my text message's or answer my voicemail's. I guess I could've stayed with Ryan...if he has enough room for an extra kid. I saw that the lights were on at Ryan's house, although I didn't see anyone in the windows, it looked like someone was home.

I don't think that would've mattered because Michael's mother, Arianna, insisted that I go with them.

As Arianna drove me further and further away from my home, both of them fell silent. And I am so thankful that she turned on the radio. This gave me a chance to be alone with my thoughts, to attempt to ease this surge of anxiety that is coming over me.

What's going to happen to me now? Where will I end up tonight? What do I tell Bobby? I can see it now; he's gonna be red-faced pissed when he finds out I'm not home tonight, that I'm spending the night with a stranger. And he's not going to even give a single thought to how just pissed I am. My jaw tightened and my heart raced at the mere thought of Bobby's scruffy face turning beet red, hear his loud voice shouting and calling me an 'idjit' for being so trusting, for breaking the rules he, himself, just broke. I wouldn't be surprised if he was going to 'ground' me, whatever that is. I guess I don't have to tell him, for all he knows, I'm at home right now and he won't see me until after school tomorrow. What's it to him anyway? I'm, already, keeping secrets from him.

Bobby just doesn't understand. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I chose the hard place.

Like that matters to him!

And just like that, my anxiety turned into hot, boiling anger. I mean, c'mon, does he think I, really, have a choice? I don't know if Ryan would have been able to put me up for the night, and this kind woman was offering me a place with her son. And it's just for one night.

Well, doesn't matter now since I'm already miles and miles away. Hell, we're past the mall and going up to the first stop light before that mall. We drove down the same way I've walked; past the stores, the mall, the gas station. We had passed the video store when Arianna turned the corner and went down a street I have never seen before. I found myself mystified and staring in awe at everything. While the sky was as dark as shadows, it was as bright as a light bulb in Mason City; all the store signs were lit up in a variety of colors and designs, street lamps guided car's, people were running around with their cellphone's out, car light's warning unaware pedestrians. At stoplights, I can see inside the multiple department stores, kinda weird watching all these random people just wonder and look at things, they seem to not have a care in the world.

That must be a wonderful feeling. To have no care's whatsoever. How can these people-whoa!

As we drove further into town, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, this town has more to it than I thought. There were so many larger, more rustic looking buildings. So many twist's and turn's. Cars were everywhere, various weird statues of people and animals on street corners, some of the larger building's had portrait's surrounded by a colorful background painted on the side, lots of small businesses with decorative display window's, and the road ahead just seemed to go on in perpetual darkness.

Then, all of a sudden, Arianna turned right and headed down a darker street. And just like that, we went from a lighted street full of zig-zag's, to a long, straight street and several houses on every block. Almost like we passed an invisible gate separating homes from businesses. Further down the road was a huge, wooden playground with a fenced in train engine in the front.

Oh no. I just realized I have no idea where I am. I didn't memorize the maze Arianna drove to take us to her home, there's no way I can walk home and not get lost. And not only that, I am just now realizing that I'm going to be in a very different home with people I never met 'til earlier today, my first interaction with people outside of school and home. At school, when I decided to attend class, I just copied my fellow teammates; sitting still and quiet, pretend to take notes or reading the text book. At least at school, I know when I'm suppose to be heading home, I know I won't be at school forever. But here, I don't know when I'll get to go home, if I get to. Not only that, I have nothing but the clothes on my back, and whatever junk is in my school bag. I don't have anything of value on me! Would they expect some form of payment for their kindness? What if I say something wrong? What if I offend them or break a rule, or a smash valuable item? What do I do then? Worse yet, what if they do something to me? Those terrifying thoughts, that realization made the air freeze in my lungs, my stomach started cramping, my mind tried to rewind and try to remember what I saw in the last five minutes.

I wish I could talk to Dean. Dean would know what to do, he could help calm me down, he could help me locate Bobby and get me back home. But my constant attempts to get a hold of Bobby nearly killed my phone's battery.

I had an urge to curl into a ball on the seat, feeling utterly overwhelmed and awkward. What have I gotten myself into?

I watched the flurry of various and sizeable houses as he drove by, hoping that this will get my mind to shut up and I can breath again. So far, I can breath with a bit of a struggle. Arianna came to a stop, and I found that we were a block away from the high school again. I glanced up between Michael and Ariana's seat's, I could see a large parking lot, mostly lit with street light's, and a white, wooden fenced in field.

Arianna turned left, drove over a small bridge, and maybe a mile later, turned left again. Good grief! Here goes my anxiety again! How are these houses so different from the other houses in town!? What part of town am I in?! These houses are larger and more decorative than mine. Each house had a small lawn, smaller and thinner trees, bushes and flowers, even in the dark I can see a lot more updated paint jobs. Each of these houses were vastly different from mine, it made me feel rather trashy in comparison.

I have no idea how far she drove into this new part of town until we pulled up to one of those extravagant houses. Nothing at all like mine. Whereas mine is more wide, this one was tall, rectangular shaped with a pointed roof, the exterior was painted white with some dark blue color on the edges. In front was a long, gray stone pathway that lead to the front door, street lamps along the edge path, flowers around the white wooden stairs, a blue and white welcome sign on the door. The only similarity between this house and mine was the garage; it's big enough for two cars, but it looked a lot more organized and not like a trash heap.

Arianna parked inside the garage and turned off the car.

Well, here we go. Anxiety is now a frozen ice cub in my gut, my brain is on automatic pilot mode, and my mouth is zipped tightly shut. All set and ready to go.

"Welcome home, boys. Michael, I have better let Maggie go home for the night. Please, get a hold of your father, let him know we have a guest staying the night." She said, looking back at me with a warm smile. A second later, she hoped out of the car and into the house. Michael pulled out his phone and started pressing buttons.

While he was occupied, I took a moment to look around the garage. I don't know what my garage looks like, exactly, and I wonder if it looks anything like this one. I saw road sign's I've seen in town on the wall's, a bunch of tools nailed to the a board on the opposite wall, shelves on the wall in front of us were holding paint cans and red boxes, thick and large books at the very bottom. And around the corner, between the shelf and the wall with the road signs, was a part of a wall covered by a large gray cloth.

"Come on, let's head in." Michael gestured for me to follow him. I wanted to ask what was behind the cloth, but I better not 'less I risk getting into trouble. None of my business anyway.

I slid out of the car and, gently, closed the door. I kept my distance behind Michael, taking my time getting into the house. Ok, so far, so good. No unwanted attention. I don't remember ever feeling so panicked before, not since I woke back in Wisconsin. I gripped my shirt where my Rosary lay hidden. Thank God I carry this around with me everywhere, it's helping me focus on just getting through this first part until I can get to bed.

I crossed the threshold between the garage and the light oak floor, and I was inside the Olsyn household. Carefully, I closed the door behind me, slipped out of my shoes and placed them next to Michael's on a black mat. Michael dashed a few feet ahead of me and pulled open the cupboard door.

I stood still and took in my surroundings. Inside the house, I found myself a bit at ease. I think it must be the ambiance; I could smell something sweet but not like sickly sweet, my face felt a wave of warmth, and my eyes adjusted to the comfortable lighting of the room. I was standing just at the edge of the kitchen. It's larger than mine, the floors were light oak color, white cabinet's, shelf's decorated with different statues and pictures, deep red walls, pictures of wine bottles and fancy coffee cups on the wall's.

Arianna placed her bag on the jet black table and pulled her phone out.

"Looks like your dad got off early tonight, Michael." Arianna explained, pressing buttons on her phone.

Now that I'm getting a chance to look at her, I realize that anyone would mistake her for Michael's sister. She was lean, a little bit shorter than Michael but taller than me, her black hair was tied up in a tight bun, her eyes remind me more of honey. Her outfit reminded me of a teacher at the school; dark blue khaki's, white t-shirt with frilly sleeves, a silver wedding band and black tennis shoes. Looking at her a bit more closely, I can see that her eye lids have a tinge of sparkle on then, her lips had a bit of a shine to them, and her cheeks had a bit of color to them. I have to admit, as long as it's not creepy or anything, Arianna is beautiful.

Her honey colored eyes shot up at me, like she knew I was gawking at her. I couldn't help but gasp. Way to go, stupid! I'm just standing here, feet frozen in place in front of the door to the garage, with my fingers clutching my Rosary like they were about to take it from me. Terrified to say anything, even more terrified to utter a breath.

I pulled out my phone from my hoodie pocket, pretending to be busy checking my text messages. Well, I guess I was. And of course, nothing from Bobby. Not even an acknowledgement.

I swear, I should just find somewhere else to live if this is what I have to live with every day. But, where could I go? If I'm this evil and such a nuisance that to even live with me is such a gut twister, who would want me? So, what does this mean for me? Should I even be...

"Ah, here we go. All set!"

"Michael!" I jumped back into reality just as Michael was being scolded by Arianna. In his large, burly arms where a bunch of snacks and drinks that I've never seen before.

"Ah, c'mon momma!" Michael whined, but I sense that it's in a joking manner. "I've gotta keep up with my strength since I'm in sports."

"Yes, you're right about that part. But do not forget we have a guest." She stated in a firm tone with her hands on her hips. "You make sure to share it with him. Understand?"

"Yeah, that's why I grabbed so much." Michael turned his attention to me. "Let's head upstairs, Cas."

"And don't worry." Arianna spoke, turning to face me. "I'm sure I can find some clothes you can change into before bedtime. Just don't make a big mess upstairs."

I am such an idiot. Who else just stands there like some life size decoration?

I tried to ignore the embarrassment and follow Michael threw the kitchen and into the next room. I couldn't help but stop and look around again. Man, this place is so different from mine that it just seems so surreal. Not only was it clean and organized, but the decoration seemed to be more sophisticated and elegant in comparison. There was a long, dark table with four chairs all around it, a white cloth with flowers imprinted on it was draped over the top and a pale blue vase with colorful flowers in the center. Above it was some weird lighting fixture that looked like my fingers if I pretended to hold a white ball and turn my hand upside down, and put some white tabs on the tips.

I saw that pass that table were two more doors that led to more rooms. A part of me wanted to explore, but at the same time, I don't wanna know how embarrassing it would be to get lost in someone else's house. Oh great! Where did Michael go!?

"Cas? Hey, this way, man."

I turned a little to the left, nearly running into a very decorated table, and spotted Michael on white carpeted stairs. He gestured for me to follow him up the stairs. That's just great. He must think I'm some kind of klutz for staring at just the small portion of his house. Why me!? Damn my curious nature! Please don't think I'm some wack job!

I ran up behind him and followed him up the white carpeted stairs, praying I don't do anything else stupid. We turned to the left...whoa...there's a couch there! Seriously! Who places a couch right at the top of the stairs?! A couch? And a giant TV on the wall? And what's all that stuff on the wall?! I've never been to anyone else's house before. Is this how everyone else decorate their homes? Does everyone else in this town have such huge, sophisticated houses like these?

"Oh, checking out the diploma's?" Michael asked, noticing my curiosity. I followed Michael's gaze to the ten frames on the wall, three read 'Zayden Olsyn' and six were 'Arianna Olsyn' and only one was 'Michael William Olsyn'. "Yeah, these are my parents' diploma's. I only have one from doing the music program at school. My dad's one of the best nurse's in this town, all his patients just love his bedside manner and he's great at getting kids to settle down. Mom has her degree in Liberal Arts, and a couple of apprenticeships from various places in town, some call her the jack of all trades."

As Michael spoke about his parents, I felt some kind of light in his words, like he was proud. Hearing about what his parents do for jobs, I'm curious what does Bobby do for a living? What does he do that would make me talk about him the way Michael talks about his parents? Since I've started living with him, he hasn't spoken about his job, I don't even know if he has one. Maybe he's out getting one right now...at this time of night? Yeah, like that's believable.

And what about this 'mother' of mine, Belle, what does she even do? And Dean and Sam with their 'bug extermination' business? I just sound like white trash in comparison to Michael and his parents!

"My room's right over here." Michael guided me to the first room down the hall. He opened the large, white door with stickers of weird names with animals attached to them, and allowed me to enter first. The room was dark, I took a few steps in and stopped. I really don't want to add to my humiliation by stepping on something and breaking it like I nearly several times already.

"And let there be light." Michael flipped on a switch and the room was lit up in a warm, fire yellow glow. My eyes, quickly, adjusted to Michael's bedroom. Wow, his room is a lot bigger than mine! Ok, maybe not, but it does have a higher ceiling. His bed was placed opposite of a window covered by a thick, dark red curtain. The size of the window is similar to the ones downstairs. The floor was a dark hardwood color and had a large dark blue rug in the center. Against the corner is a huge bed with a thick and dark blue blanket. One the window side sat a huge dresser, a closet and two bookshelves all the same cherry red color. On the other side of the window was an awesome looking drum set.

"Whoa." Lord only knows why I am infatuated with a drum set. But I've only seen this at school in the band room, nowhere near in such fine condition as this one. I didn't realize that it was possible to have one of these in a home.

"Yeah, I play at my church, sometimes I play in small bands at bars and breweries." Michael explained, dropping the snacks onto his bed. "You should join me sometime. I've heard you sing in choir class today, you've got some real potential with that voice. You just need a little bit of practice."

Hearing those words made my head become, increasingly, warm and I wouldn't be surprised if my face was turning red. I think this is the first time I've, ever, received a compliment on my singing. I never gave thought if I was good or bad, I just knew that I could, so I did.

"Go ahead and set your bag down anywhere, and I'll get you some clothes you can change into." Michael said, heading over to a cherry red door and slid it open. His large built stood in front of that opening, practically taking up the entire opening space, making it impossible for me to peek in. I watched him pull out t-shirts on hangers, looking them up and down, then hung them back up. "This should work. It might be a bit big on you, but I should be able to find sweat pants that don't fit me anymore. Oh, I know." Michael stated as he pulled out a long, burgundy red t-shirt from his closet and handed it to me. Instinctively, I took it and just held it out like a mind numbing fool. "You can wear this to bed, it's comfy and cool. And I think Mom might have found some sweat pants that don't fit me as well, I'll go check and be right back."

After that, Michael headed out of his room and disappeared around the corner. Holding the overly large t-shirt in hand, I took a moment to look over Michael's bedroom. This is just so different than mine; it's bigger, brighter, has golden trophies and awards on the wall, the paint color is a navy blue and not chipped, it didn't smell dank and musty, it's upstairs and there's a spot where he can play his music.

Sadly and oddly, I'm starting to miss that room. No offense to Michael's kindness and hospitality, but I can't wait to be back in my bedroom again. I have this sudden urge to play the piano, to sing my songs, maybe find some paint cans and do something about my room.

Well, better get changed and get ready for bed. The sooner I go to bed, the sooner I get to be back in my bedroom. Also, if Michael comes back in here while I'm still gawking around his bedroom, he'll think I'm an idiot or some form of a freak...well, I guess, I kind of am a freak.

A former angle?

Has Michael met anyone like me before?

Should I tell him about my past?

No, there's no point in sharing that I'm an angle turned human.

That's what Dean told me, that's all he, really, could tell me. I have no memory of my past, I only have what has been told to me. My life started by being found, I might as well say 'birthed, in the woods. And the person who is responsible for my scars and amnesia is someone Dean promises is my mom. My mother is responsible for these wounds that make my body sting in severe pain when I see that guy from the store, wounds that spell out words in Enochian. Not sentences, just words.

I have no idea why. I have no explanation. And should I expect anyone else to know? That's dumb and pointless.

Now that I think about it, it's been some time since I've looked at them. I think I see a bathroom in front of me.

Leaving my bag behind, I headed over to the bathroom and flipped on the switch. The room lit up in a soft yellow light and a strange new smell filled my senses. My eyes cringed again, but quickly adjusted. The large white marble vanity mirror stared back at me, revealing my reflection. Man, I look gross. My hair is a dirty mess, sweat caked my exposed red skin, my clothes were wrinkled and I'm pretty sure I stink. This is so embarrassing, I wish I could clean up, it just doesn't feel right to be a guest in someone else's house and smell so bad!

"Don't think about smell, just check out the scar's." I took a deep breath, putting the thought of my body odor to the back of my mind and entered the bathroom. I yanked off my hoodie, pulled up my t-shirt and began to analyze my marking's. First thing I notice are the deep purple, swollen bruises on my abdomen. The memory and thoughts of why I have these bruises started to rear it's ugly head. And before I could allow those thoughts to stick, I refocused on my reflection. The scar's have healed a little bit, the thick, black stitches were still in and starting to look really gnarly and gross. And of course, I can still read what they say like I was reading a book.

"Whoa." I jumped and spun around, startled to find Michael standing in the doorway, his brown eyes wide and his mouth wide open in absolute shock. I stared back at him, I know I should lower my shirt, hide my sins. But for some reason, I didn't. I am allowing him to see what I am, or the vessel that my soul is residing in. The damaged speck of flesh, bones and blood holding in some soul. "What happened to you?"

And just like that, my body went into panic mode and my anxiety pounced. My blood raced and was charged by my rapidly beating heart like putting a battery into a race car. I couldn't breath, my insides are burning, my tongue turned to lead, my mind spun in a dizzy way. I could only stare back at him, waiting for him to say something. I wish I could say something, I wish I knew what I should say so to make this awkward situation go away quicker. Should I say what I was? Who I was? That I can read these? Should I say the things Dean told me?

Dean.

Should I call him? Would he be able to help me? I hope he doesn't send Bobby to help me. I've told him Lord knows how many times that Bobby doesn't care about me, and I don't think he ever will. I should've guessed Bobby was going to do something like this, and now I'm on my own. And someone who is being so kind to me is seeing my scar's, and I have no idea what to say.

What do I do? I wish Dean, Sam, hell I wish even Bobby would've told me what to do in case something like this happened! How do I explain that someone chose to erase my memories and carve into my skin like skinning an animal!? I can't do this! I don't want to be alive anymore! I'm so scared! I'm so lost...

Michael stared at me with such heavy concern, a look no one has ever given me before. Genuine kindness. Seeing that in those large eyes, rock hard lumps formed in my throat, my chest grew so tight, my stomach boiled and burned, my body trembled, my head dropped down, tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't speak a word, I couldn't raise my head, I couldn't move. It's like I've become a statue on the cusp of shattering into a dusty mess.

I gasped in pleasant shock, my chest wasn't so tight and my stomach simmered. Michael's large, muscular arms wrapped around me as gingerly as he could. His warm hands were on my back, pulling me in. Michael is a good bit taller than me that my face was, nearly, buried into his shoulder. I inhaled his scent of clean clothes, his muscles weren't hard like rocks or soft like a pillow, but just enough of both that it was comforting. And just like that, my body was relaxed, my heart was light, my body continued to tremble, my breath came out in sharp, short gasps. Michael is so warm, from his hands on my bare back to the shoulder were my head is. It's comforting beyond words, this warmth is so rewarding and my body and soul absorbed every bit of that. I can't explain what I'm feeling, not exactly. This new feeling is amazing, this euphoria warms my heart. I've never felt like this before, and I don't want it to end. I want so much more of it.

"I'm so sorry. It must have been terrible." He said, his voice soothing and his words seem so real, so true. I felt a small sob escape my throat, my forehead rested against his shoulder, I allowed a few tears to flow down my face. And Michael didn't care, in fact, he seemed to encourage me to release those tears and unleash these sobs. "Do you want to talk to my dad? Remember I said he's one of the best nurses in this town? He can help you."

I shook my head. I can't let them think that Bobby is responsible for this mess. As much as Bobby and I despise each other, it's not Bobby's fault, I risk getting him into any kind of trouble. And I can't explain to Michael's dad, or to anybody else, what happened to me.

"You can talk to me, Cas." He assured me. "Did your dad do this to you?"

I shook my head again.

"Do you know the person who did this to you?"

I shook my head again. Lord forgive me, but to some extent, it is the truth. I don't know who Belle is, only that I was told she is my supposed mother.

"When did this happen? Those scar's gotta be a week old, at least."

"A few days ago." I mumbled. Michael pulled himself away from me. I grunted in defiance, grasping his sleeves tightly, I wasn't ready for his embrace to stop. I wanted more of it. Oh, so much more. I wanted to be held for a lot longer, I wanted to get lost in those arms, I wanted for Michael to promise me that everything was alright, that I was alright. That I am more than just some wondering, mindless vessel on this planet. That I matter.

My body trembled again when Michael lifted up my shirt, studying the scar's.

"You'll need to get those out soon." Michael told me, lowering my shirt down. "Your skin will start healing over the stitches and that will lead to nasty infections."

I stood still with my head down. I don't know what else to do. I am so embarrassed. I'm hurting so much, my head is spinning, my heart is racing and my blood is burning, I can feel my face growing warm. I do know what I want. I want to be held again. I want to be embraced again. I don't care if Michael wanted to talk or just stand in silence, I just want to feel safe again. I'm alone, and, clearly, I can't think for myself and I don't feel safe. There's just so much that I don't understand, it hurts my head whenever I try to make sense of it. I want to hide in Michael's arms, I want to be hidden from it all, to be shielded from those dark demons, to be wrapped up and protected by those long, muscular arms.

"Hey, c'mon." Michael's hands covered mine, his fingers wrapped around mine. The shock from feeling the warmth of his dry skin shocked me so much that my hands released his sleeves. Gently, Michael lowered my hands to my sides and let them go. My heart ached again, and that dark feeling over powered all the rest of the emotions I had before. Now, I'm back at square one. "Let's get ready for bed, and tomorrow, we'll call your dad. Oh, do you need to charge your phone?"

Absentmindedly, I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, and found nothing but the reminder that I had less than five percent battery left.

"I got a charger you can use." Michael held out his hand. Like the mind numbed fool I am, I gave my phone to Michael. I watched him head over to the desk at the other side of the room, grabbed a white cord and he plugged my phone into it. Michael stood up, grabbed the red shirt from before and a pair of dark green sweats with white strings.

"Here, this should work. Just tie the strings together and it'll keep the sweats on your waist." Michael handed the clothes to me and closed the bathroom door. I was left alone again, and suddenly, I was hit with a wave of exhaustion like a tidal wave on a beach. My muscles were sore, my head became groggy and my eyes were really sore. Before that exhaustion could knock me down, I swapped out my worn jeans, hoodie and t-shirt for the clothes Michael gave to me. The clothes felt clean and smooth against my filthy skin, I still wish I could wash up considering I can't remember when I last bathed.

After I came out, dressed and ready for bed, Michael turned on the TV to some kind of crime fighting show and laid out all the snacks he grabbed from downstairs. He patted on the empty spot next to him on the bed. Awkwardly, I walked over and sat next to him. Michael wore pajamas similar to mine, just a bit lighter in color. He reached back to the pile of snacks on the bed and grabbed a blue, crinkly bag and pulled it open.

"I love watching these crime fighting shows, I like to see if I can solve it before the cops and detectives." Michael explained, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. "Oh, and here, help yourself to everything."

Looking back at the pile of snacks on the bed, my stomach growled loudly. I guess I'm more hungry than I thought. That pink and white bar looks pretty good. Wonder what it is?

I grabbed the bar, pulled the top off and bit into it. It was crunchy and it's sweet flavor brought a smile to my face.

Just then, a knock came at the door. A second later, the door opened and Arianna popped her head in. Her hair was down and it is a lot longer than I thought when it was tied up. And it made her look younger.

"Hey, boys," She greeted, opening the door all the way, in her arms were a few folded sheets. And behind her stood a large man dressed in a matching sky blue outfit.

"Hey, Dad." Michael greeted with a mouthful of chips. I turned to stone again, my gaze glued to the new man in the room. I'm guessing this man, Michael's father, is Zayden Olsyn. Zayden walked in and stood next to Arianna. Standing next to her, Zayden is a good head taller with broad shoulder's, clean shaved, bald as a cue ball, and dark brown eyes. He, definitely, fits the typical 'dad' profile that I've seen in stores. Those dark eyes met mine and he gave me a warm, friendly smile. "Oh, Dad, this is Cas Winchester, a friend from school. Mom said it's ok if he stays the night tonight."

"Always a pleasure to see my sons friend's, and meet new ones." He greeted, his voice deep but not intimidating. His attention passed me and went to Michael. "Mike, your mom and I are going to meet up with a couple of friends at the bar tonight. We won't be out too late, but you two should be in bed by the time we're back."

"No worries, Dad." Michael assured. "We're just going to watch the newest episode, make sure we don't have any homework, then hit the hay."

"Speaking of hitting the hay," Arianna walked further into the room and laid the sheets on the bed. "Cas, would you be alright sleeping in here with Michael? I'm afraid the guest room is a disaster zone, it's being used for storage right now."

"I'm alright sleeping in here, thank you." I replied, maybe I said that I bit too fast, but as long as I said 'thank you', that's all that matters. That brought a smile to Arianna's face. She turned and went to leave the room. Then, she stopped and turned around.

"Goodnight boy's, and Cas, we'll call your parents in the morning before taking you two to school." She looked over at her husband. "Zayden, hurry up and get changed. We'll be late."

I could only nod.

"Goodnight boy's." Zayden closed the door, that's when I noticed a calendar on the back of the door with a sticky note attached. The note read 'meeting' and today's date.

Wait a minute...

"So, do your parents know about the club?"

"Yeah, they think it's just all fun and games, just a hobby of mine." Michael answered with an amused smirk. "They have seen the demon's, vampires, werewolves, and all sorts of other supposed mythical creatures. But it's all movies and TV shows, the cheesy and lame characters, nothing like what I've seen."

"But that woman with the black eyes, that substitute teacher, and the things we were talking about at lunch, it all sounds real. They are real, right?"

Michael grabbed the remote, pressed a button and the show paused. "Don't judge me here, but I know they are real. That sub with the black eyes is not the first demon I've seen. I've been seeing creatures like demons for as long as I can remember. Each of us in the club have dealt with something of the supernatural world. A year ago, Reno was being followed by a ghost who enjoyed scaring teenagers. Over the summer, Kenny was being haunted by several poltergeist for one reason or another. DareAnne's mother was possessed by a demon two years ago." He looked over at me, a serious look in his face. "Between you and I, swear I won't judge, have you seen anything like that? People with black eyes? Or with sharp teeth? Or lot's of hair? Like more so than normal?"

Is this it? Can I tell him the honest truth? If I chose to, how much should I tell him? He's hunting demons, they've discussed a plan to do an exorcism at the meeting today. But nothing like scar's that act like some kind of warning pendant. But what all should I tell him? What is safe to tell him? Pretty sure Dean and Bobby will be absolutely furious if I tell anyone else. Then again, I don't think they've forbidden me from doing so. Maybe, I can just talk about my scar's. That should be alright since he's seen them. What have I got to lose? "Well, you see, my scar's act up whenever I see this small man dressed in a suit."

"Your scar's act up? Like how?"

That was quick. He's not calling me 'crazy'? He's not kicking me out? He's, actually, curious about them.

"Yeah, they burn like crazy and it's just the ones on my left side."

"Interesting." Michael looked away, lost in thought. "Wonder why the left side? Well, the mystics say that the left side of the body is known to be the spiritual side. It is also said that it symbolizes the feminine side of our brain, in both men and women, which is about feelings, emotions, various factors about ourselfs. Maybe your spirit knows something is wrong about that guy. Do you know the guy? The one who makes your scar's flare up?"

I shook my head.

"Dean didn't tell me."

"Dean?"

Oops. That was a slip up. Well, too late now.

"Uh, he's my older brother. I have two of them."

Michael smirked, but I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. "That must be nice. Having siblings, I mean. I wouldn't know, I'm an only child. Wait, they weren't home?"

"They travel for business."

"I think you're going to fit in with our little group just fine, Cas." Michael commented, shoving another handful of chips into his mouth. "Outside of the scar's and the weird disappearing father, I don't think I've ever met another friend whose family travel's for work."

I thought back to our group behind the boulder, wondering who that would be. "What do you mean by another friend?"

"Yeah, Reno's dad. He's a traveling business man, not entirely sure what he does, and oddly, I haven't met him, yet, and I've known the kid since middle school." Michael noted. "Well, I guess business must be good with the way Reno lives. Dad's gone all the time, but he's got a huge house and at least one sibling around."

Now that he mentioned it, I do remember meeting one of Reno's siblings earlier today. And he still has more? "So, Reno has brother's, too?"

"In a sense. He has several siblings, but they're all adopted. They all came from various foster homes, but once they got into Roman Matsi's home, they would be adopted within a month of setting foot over the threshold. I'm guessing he's a good man to take in all those kids. Reno and one of his brother's, Reese I think, they take care of the younger one's. Wonder what it's like to be part of a large family like that."

I glanced down at the floor, thinking about my own family. Whereas I have an adopted dad and adopted brothers, it makes us a family of four. But, it feels like a family consisting of just me, and I just say I have a dad and two brothers. I haven't seen or spoken to Dean in awhile. I have no idea where he is now. For some reason, hearing that Reno is in the similar situation, it brings me comfort. "Me too. My brother's left, recently, and I have no idea when they're going to be home."

"Do you think they would know what happened to you?"

"I think they do, they just won't say anything."

"Oh, I just thought of an idea." Michael jumped up with excitement. "If you're up for it, my dad is a nurse and he can take care of those stitches for you. He would be happy to do it. Also, I'll get to watch him. I want to go into the medical field just like my dad, and he makes the process seem so easy, so I wanna learn how to do it."

"I'll need these removed sooner or later, right?"

"Trust me, you will."

"Alright, if he's ok with it."

"Awesome. I can talk to him tomorrow and we'll swing by his work after school. Then, it's hunting time."