Geelie's attention turned from Dean to Wiley. Eyes wide and unfocused, she stared at him, then gave him a little nod. "You're different, aren't you?" She waved vaguely in Sam's direction. "Like him."

"I am." Wiley studied her for a moment. "We were touched by a demon. What happened to you?"

Geelie was silent for a long minute, then her face twisted, and she spat, "Humans!" She took a step towards him. "Humans."

Wiley kept perfectly still. "You used to be human."

Gazing at him, she seemed to pull back into herself, her face regaining its previous impassivity. "Long ago."