Chapter Four:

Getting Kya washed and ready was a easy task to master for Sam. The hard part, however, was finding her something to wear.

Obviously, she couldn't wear the dirty, blood-stained shirt that she had on before; it wasn't suitable in public. However, the black leggings she had underneath were wearable, so a quick hand scrub in the sink, and they were good as new.

Sam frowned, trying to think of something to give her, before finally borrowing one of Kevin's button up shirts that reached down to her knees. It fit fine as long as she didn't move her wings at all, or else it looked like she was growing some unknown being out of her back or something.

As for her wild hair that curled around her face... Well, Sam didn't know what quite to do with it, seeing as it was girl's hair, and even though having long hair was right up Sam's alley, he had no utter clue how to do a little girl's hair. So, Sam just got it wet, somehow found a hair barrette, and tied her hair up, making an satisfactory puff at the top.

Now, all she needed were shoes and she'd be fine. Unfortunately, Kya hated the idea of shoes, even though she had no idea what they were and what they were used for.

After a bit of gentle coaxing, he was able to get her to wear one of Kevin's really old shoes. They were a few sizes too big, but after stuffing a sock or two in it, they fit perfectly.

Proud of his handy work, Sam led Kya downstairs where Dean had been — impatiently — waiting for the two to finish. As they approached the sitting room, Kya saw Kevin at the table, his nose stuffed in a book, his attention completely engulfed in the encrypted words, and a cup of coffee by his side.

Kya couldn't help but move behind Sam, her breath catching in her throat, and her eyes suddenly interested in the marble flooring.

Dean caught this immediately and decided to do something about it. "Hey, Kevin," he called, making the kid look up from the book. Dean silently motioned to Kya, and Kevin looked at her.

Kya could sense his eyes on her, and pulled Sam's shirt trying desperately to hide, behind his legs, but he had already seen her. "Oh, hey Kya," Kevin waved, greeting the child in a friendly notion.

"H–H–Hello, Mr. Kevin..." She replied, barely audible enough for him to hear.

He rubbed the back of his neck. For an honors student who once had a full ride to whatever college he pleased, suddenly the words that usually flowed when he remarked wittily didn't come out. "Yeah, uh, sorry for scaring you... Amd shooting you with the crossbow..."

"It–It–It is okay. I–I am, uhm, be–better now..." The awkwardness and tension from the two very introverted people made the atmosphere weird, and Dean quickly cut in before it could get even weirder, if that's even possible.

"Okay, I'll take the kid to the diner, you stay here with Kevin, alright?" Dean announced, taking her hand away from Sam. He was mildly surprised to find it pretty calloused.

"Good idea," Sam answered, going to sit at the table, and somehow help Kevin work while he went out with Kya.

After making sure the girl was locked in the back seat his slicked black baby, Kya spoke up, "Uh... Wha–What is th–this...?"

"What is what?" Dean frowned, sliding into the driver's seat with ease, about to put the keys in the ignition.

"This..." She motioned around the small vehicle, "Wha–What is i–it?" A bit of claustrophobia filled her wary mind, but she quickly shrugged it off.

Dean stopped, staring at her, "You mean my car?"

"A wha–what?" Now, he laughed again, thrusting the keys in the ignition and turning it on.

The sound of a slow, but growing engine filled Kya ears, and she jumped. The humming of the car made the entire contraption vibrate. Dean smirked, pulling the car out of the front of the Bunker, and heading down the path that lead to the highway.

Kya had completely freaked out at this point. Her wings stiffened on her back as she tried to figure out what she and Dean were doing. They were moving; the thing that they were in were moving them. How? Why!?

When Dean got to the highway, it was completely — and surprisingly — clear. He grinned, revving up his engine and soaring down the street, going just within the speed limit, of course. He laughed at the shocked look on Kya's face that he saw in the rear view mirror.

Kya had to keep herself from completely losing it. Fear clouded her mind, and was about to stutteringly voice this unadulterated fear, but then Dean started to talk. "Hey, look out the window," he advised, seeing she had been staring at him and at her feet the entire time. She obeyed, doing so, and was again, breath taken.

Outside, everything looked... Rushed. The trees, the people, the cars, everything! She could barely keep up with them all, trying to observe and soak in them all at once. "W–Wow..." She murmured as Dean turned in the exit, going into the city.

Having to drive much slower, Dean went past all the shops with people filtering in and out of them. It was bustling Saturday morning, so Dean could see a few older boys out and about, in a grouping with their friends. Even a few teasing on a little girl, much younger than them. Deciding that he didn't want to show Kya that, he hurried along, pulling parking into the small diner that was squished between two other stores in the shopping centre.

"Did you like it?" Dean asked once they stopped.

"I–I... It–It was, uhm... In–Interesting?" She admitted, trying to calm her shaking nerves. "It is no–nothing com–compared to fl–flying th–though."

Dean pouted, "Well, not all of us can just grow wings and fly," he huffed, which Kya immediately took to be anger, seemingly shrinking in the car seat.

"Ah, s–sorry, I... I–I fo–forgot, uhm—"

"You don't have to apologize," Dean reminded. "It was a joke, you're fine."

"Oh..." She trailed off, so Dean got out of the car, and helped Kya with her door too. He silently led her into the diner, that was currently very busy, probably because was mid day, and near lunch time.

Kya immediately stepped back at the loud noises and large amounts of people. Her grip on Dean's hand tightened, fear clenched her stomach. Her blue eyes wide with fear as they darted back and forth from person to person.

Dean winced when her grip became too tight. How strong was this kid? "Heh, hey kid, you okay there?" Kya looked up at Dean, before letting go of his hand, holding her hands by her sides.

"S-Sorry, I... I just, uh, g–got scared... I... I am so–sorry, I di–did not mea–mean t–to hurt yo–you," she stammered, checking his hand for injuries. Luckily, he was fine, just a bit reddish, but that's all.

"Hey, it all good, sweetheart," he gave her a smile to calm her nerves, stepping in the food line. There were a few people in front of him, but they were going quick so he'd be fine. "What do you want to eat?" He asked the girl, who only gave him a confused look. He sighed, "Nevermind. I'm sure they have a kid's meal on the menu or something."

As Dean ordered the food, Kya stood beside him silent. The sound of a child's giggling made her turn her head curiously. A few kids had went out the door, playing near the side walk. They jumped in colored boxes they had drawn in the paved ground.

Kya looked back at Dean, who was still ordering the food. She contemplated whether or not to leave. It would only be for a second and it wasn't that far. He'd be able to see her, and if anything went wrong, she'd come running back to him.

Making up her mind, she slipped out from beside him and leaving through the front door. "My turn! My turn!" One of the girls said with platinum blonde pigtails in her hair. She wore a pretty yellow sun dress, suitable for the equally as sun as weather and pink sandals.

Kya watched silently as the girl threw a rock into one of the boxes, and then hopped from one colored-in box to the other. They were all labeled by numbers, and she used the numbered boxes, counting up to ten, switching from foot to foot, before going back.

The girl went again, doing the same thing she did going up, before showing a bright smile when she finally got to the end. Bravely, Kya stepped up, "U–Uh, ca–can I... Uhm, tr–try?" She asked the girl, who simply nodded, handing her the stone she used.

Carefully, Kya tossed the stone, just like the girl did from earlier, landing on eight. Slowly, she hopped from box to box, struggling to keep balance. She held her breath, forcing herself to not move her wings, as she finished the last few hops.

Going back and doing it again was just as hard, she nearly fell down a few times, but luckily, she made it to the end and handing the girl back the stone. She grinned, "You were good!" She praised. Kya looked away, stuttering a reply.

A few other girls went again, before it was her turn. The kids had made the track longer, giving themselves more of a challenge. Now, it went to twenty, opposed to ten. The girl, who introduced herself as 'Sarah', handed her the stone again.

She tossed the stone, getting ready to hop, but then a rough pair of hands pushed her shoulders and she went sprawling out on the ground. "Move!" The rough voice said.

She gasped, her hands scrapping against the rough pavement. The sound of sharp laughter filled her ears as she got back up. Four older boys grinned at her, "Stupid girl!" He spat, "Don't take up the entire sidewalk!"

Kya simply stared at the boy, trying to decipher what he meant. "I–I am sorry. D–Do you wi–wish to pl–play with u–us to–too?" She asked.

The boy only sneered at her, "Why would I wanna play with a stupid girl like you!?" He hissed, making her visibly shrink.

"I–I do n–not know, yo–you see–seemed m–m–mad so—" then, the boy raised his hands to hit her, but the girl caught his wrist, stopping him from coming in contact with her.

Suddenly, a dark smile plagued Kya's lips, her blue eyes glowing in pleasure. If he wished to fight, then she would fight him, like she did in the School. She would fight him... To the death.

"Kya, we're leaving!" Dean's voice sounded from behind her, and she dropped the boy's hand, who had been trembling in fear, the scent of his urine filled the air, and she scrunched up her nose, turning away.

She blinked, but gave Sarah a shy, small smile, "Th–Thank you for le–letting m–me pl–play with y–you... It was... F–Fun." And with that, she walks away, catching up with Mr. Dean, who had his hands full of warm, good scented food that made her stomach growl.

"Hey, next time, don't walk off like that, sweetheart," Dean chided as he helped the girl into her seat.

"Oh, I–I am so–sorry... I sh–should have kn–known that...—I ju–just got, uh, cu–curious and I w–wanted to kn–know w–what they we–were, uhm, do–doing..." She stammered, expecting him to be upset with her.

Instead, he only ruffled her hair, "It's all good. What were you playing?"

"Oh, uh... I d–do not kn–know wh–what it wa–was, uhm, ca–called," Kya replied. "I for–forgot to a–ask..."

Dean chuckled, looking over at where the boys stood, the same one who were harassing that girl earlier. "Hey, did those boys do something to you?"

"No," she replied, sizing up in her seat. Her feet could barely touch the ground seeing as she was short. She glanced out the window, her eyes meeting the boy who had tried to hit her. She grinned at him and he stiffened, motioning to the other boys to run away.

Dean rose an eyebrow, at the retreating boys, but started the engine anyway, and drove away.

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Kya was more than eager to leave the car and go inside the Bunker. Although the vehicle was... Interesting, she would really much rather fly than drive. It was easier for her. And much less... Compact.

Dean carried the bags of food down the steps with ease, Kya trailing behind him. "We're back!" Dean announced as Kya came into the Bunker slowly. Being in the moving vehicle made her feel sick, she scrunched her nose up, heading down the metal steps.

Dean chuckled, looking at her, "What's wrong?"

"I–I, uh, do n–not li–like the mo–moving ca–car..." She murmured. "It–It made me–me feel wei–weird and... S–Sick..."

"You'll get used to it," Dean assured, setting the bag of food on the table, beside Sam. "I got your rabbit food."

Sam looked up as Dean pulled out a container with a salad encased inside. "Thanks," he replied. He glanced at Kya, "Hey kiddo. How was the ride?"

Kya shook her head, no. "I–I did not en–enjoy it..."

Sam chuckled as Dean pulled out three bags from the bigger bag that he has, and handed Kya the smallest. "Here ya go kid," Dean said as she sat at the table.

Opening up the paper bag, she pulled out a thin paper of wrapped up fries, and a burger. The scent of food nearly made her dizzy, having not smelt such a wonderful... Delicious scent in quite a long time.

She looked at Dean and Sam, almost for approval. Back in the School, if she wanted food that smelled remotely as good as this was, she'd have to fight someone, until they were conscious or... To death.

Noticing that she hadn't eaten anything, Sam frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Do–Do you not wa–want me to fi–fight some–someone before I–I ea–eat...?" Kya asked, mildly confused.

"What?" Dean frowned. "Why would we have you fight someone? Who would be here for you to fight anyway?"

"I... I just tho–thought that... The–The Whitecoats us–used to..." She looked away. "So—Sorry, I–I—"

"Just eat, kid," Dean huffed, taking a large bite out of his own burger. "'S good."

She looked at her own hamburger. Mimicking his movements, she picked it up, and took a bite out of the meat.

Her mouth began to drool at the food and her eyes widened, realizing something.

She was hungry. Really hungry.

She began to take another bite and another and another until it was all gone. Then, she moved to the fries that she had, eating them faster than even she could process.

"Whoa, whoa," Sam said once she had finished. "Slow down, you're gonna get sick."

She swallowed the last bite of her food, "S–Sick?" She knew what this word was, it meant that you didn't feel good. It had happened to her a few times after the Whitecoats had done an experiment that didn't go as well as they hoped.

Then realization hit her and she stared at him in shock. She coughed, trying to spit out the food she had eaten. "Yo–Yo–You po–poisoned it–it?!" She choked.

Sam's eyes widened, "What? No! I didn't! I meant that if you eat to quickly, then you'll feel sick!"

She stared at him for a few more seconds, before holding her chest to calm herself down. "O–Oh..." She murmured.

Dean let out a chuckle, "You really thought that we were going to poison you?"

"A–Ah, uhm, y–yes. I–I thought... S–Sorry, I di–did not..."

"You don't have to apologize," Dean irritably sighed.

Kya ducked her head down again, looking at her food. "R-Right. So–Sorry. I–I forgot I—," she paused. "No, wa–wait I me–mean... I—"

"Hey, take it easy," Dean soothed. "No need to get all flustered."

"R... Right..." Kya looked back down, noticing that she only had a few fries left after scarfing most of it down. She looked away, still feeling very hungry. She did fly a few hundred miles after all, and a small hamburger and fries, although very tasty, really wasn't going to fill her up.

She glanced over at the laptop that Sam was using, noticing a unidentifiable drawing of a map on it. "Hey, Kya?" She whipped her head around, sitting up straight and alert.

"Y–Yes Mr. Dean?" Dean had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at the title.

"What did you mean when you said that you were going to fight someone to eat?" Kya instantly wilted in her seat. Dean rose an eyebrow at such an attitude change, but didn't bother to correct himself.

"W-well... Us–Usually in the, uh–uhhm, Sc–School. We ha–had to f–fight ea–each other in or–order to... Ea–Eat..."

Dean gave an uncomfortable frown, "What? Like, boxing?"

She tilted her head to the side, "Wha–What is box–boxing?"

Luckily, Sam saved Kya from anymore strange questions. "Why do you need to know, Dean?" He asked.

Dean rose his hands defensively, "What? A guy can't be curious?" He crossed his arms over his chest, "Just wanted to know if she could throw a punch."

"We–Well... Y–Yes. I–I can fight," Kya replied and Dean smirked proudly. "B–But... I wou–would rather n–not..."

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"It wo–would not b–be fai–fair," she explained, sitting back in her seat, copying his position; arms crossed over chest and chin held high.

Dean nearly laughed at this, "How would it not be fair?"

"I... It ju–just would no–not."

"If you were fighting Kevin?"

She shook her head, "If I–I were to fi–fight one of yo–you two — or bo–both of yo–you — it would no–not be a fai–fair fi–fight."

Dean scoffed, seeing as she just wounded his ego with her passive-overconfidence. "Really?"

"Y–Yes."

"Okay," he pushed against the table and stood up. "Punch me."

She eyes bulged, "Wa–Wait. What?"

"You heard me: Punch me. In the stomach," he patted his stomach with a smirk. "As hard as you can."

Kya stood up, slowly going over, but gave him a strange look, "Ar–Are you sure? I–I–I do n–not wish to har–harm you, I—"

"C'mon," he gave her a cocky smile. "I can handle it."

"Y–You are po–positive that—"

"Just do it, would y—" he gasped before he could finish that sentence, doubling over in pain. Kya's small, yet very powerful fist was in his stomach, but she quickly retraced it when she saw his knees buckle, and nearly fall to the ground. He leaned over to hold onto the side of the chair, coughing roughly.

Kya's eyes turned to saucers, "O–Oh no! I–I–I a–am s–so, s–so sorry! I–I di–did not mea–mean to— A–are you okay?!" She gripped her head stressfully when he didn't answer, "O–O–Oh no! Y–you are re–really hurt! I–I tr–tried to warn you I—"

"It's... It's okay," Dean groaned, sitting back down. "Damn, you pack one hell of a punch."

Kya looked at Dean in shock. "A–Are you ok–okay, Mr. Dean? Di–Did I hur–hurt you too muc–much? I–I tried no–not to hi–hit too har–hard, bu–but t–then you frigh–frightened me an–and I jus–just—"

"Like I said, it's okay," Dean said with a bit of weak laughter.

She gave him a guilty look, before going to sit down again. Dean saw her wings press tightly against her back in shame, and she lowered her head.

A awkward silence filled the room, but then Sam spoke up. "Why don't you go to the living room, Kya. There's a TV there. Dean, why don't you go show here where it is."

Dean nodded, taking her to the other room. As Kya left, he heard her quietly ask what a 'TV' was.

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After putting Kya in front of a Disney movie marathon, Dean went back to Sam, who was sitting at the table. Kevin was there as well, writing something down on a piece of paper.

"Any luck?" Dean asked, earning a quick shake of the head from both of them.

"Where's Kya?" Sam asked, barely glancing up from his laptop.

"Disney movie marathon," he answered and the man nodded as his brother continued. "She's currently watching 'Toy Story', but doesn't quite understand the topic of toys. Or a story."

Sam chuckled, "She's just like Cas..."

"She's practically his copy, except shorter, younger, and more adorable."

"Where did she come from, anyway?" Kevin asked, curiously.

"I dunno," Sam shrugged. "You're the one that found her."

"I've only spent like five minutes with her," Kevin argued. "And she doesn't like me anyway."

"That's because she thought that you were going to kill her when she saw you," Dean replied drily. "Don't worry kid, she's just shy, but she'll warm up to ya." Dean nudged the adolescent's shoulder, making him turn back to his work, mumbling something about how he had to finish his work.

The three worked silently for the next several hours, the sound of typing at a computer and he scratching away from a pencil only being heard. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the sound of soft feet pattering against the hard floor made the three look up.

Kya emerged from the hall of the room, her eyes half lidded and looking very sleepy. "Hey, what's up sweetheart?" Dean asked, tearing his eyes away from be book he was looking over.

"A–Ah... S–Sorry, Mr. De–Dean... I just... Did not kn–know h–how to ma–make the... Uh... Talk–Talking Box st–stop, uhm, tal–talking a–and—"

"Are you tired?" He asked, easing a questioning eyebrow, but she stubbornly shook her head.

"N–No, I, uhm, sh–should be fine... I, uhh..."

Sam chuckled at the flustered girl, "I'll turn the TV off," he said, getting up from the wooden table. "I need to stretch my legs anyway."

"And I'll take the kid to bed," Dean also said, getting up from the table as well. "You want me to make you some more coffee while I'm up, Kev?"

"Yeah that'd be great, actually," he answered, still working.

Dean nodded, taking Kya's hand, "C'mon kiddo, time for you to go to sleep," Dean said, but she pulled her hand away, looking at the man cautiously. Her shoulders and wings were tense, and she held her hand to her chest.

"U–U–Uhm, I, uh, ca–can go to the ro–room by my–myself..." She said, in an almost silent voice.

Dean nodded, "Well, I gotta go to my room real quick as well, and your room is on the way to my room so how about I walk you to your room?" Kya turned her timid gaze to the ground, nodding quietly.

Dean smirked, walking down the hall with the girl following slowly. After making sure that the girl was in her bed and the lights were closed and off, he went to his own room, grabbing a book that he meant to bring down earlier, and making a stop to the kitchen, putting on another pot of coffee for Kevin.

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It was several hours later when Sam decided to turn in for the night, also effectively persuading Kevin to get at least five hours of sleep as well.

"You good Dean?" Sam asked, grabbing his phone off the table.

"Yeah, I just wanna finish this, then check on Kya, and I'll hit the hay," Sam rose an eyebrow. It was way out of his brother's character to stay up later to finish something. He leaned over to glance at the laptop, dead-panning when he found porn displayed on the screen.

The brunette rolled his eyes in mild disgust. "Hurry up and finish."

Dean chuckled, amused, as Sam left the room,

Several minutes later, Dean packed up his stuff, getting ready to go, but not without checking up on Kya.

Swiftly moving down the hall, he easily went to her door, and opened it a crack. Much to his surprise, he found her up, reading a rather big book, probably from the library. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" Dean said, stepping into the room.

The girl jumped, a squeak of shock leaving her mouth and she turned to him, her eyes wide, but after seeing that it was just Dean, she relaxed, but only a little. "M–M–Mr. Dean! I–I am so–sorry. I, uh–uhm cou–could not sleep a–a–and I th–thought that I–I–I cou—"

"Hey, hey, calm down," Dean coaxed the unnerved girl, leaning against the wall. "Slow down. Now, tell me: where'd you get the book?"

"I–I f–found it in th–the, uhm, bi–big book place... I... Did no–not know I–I was not al–allowed to ta–take books... I a–am sorry."

"There's no need," Dean shrugged, "No harm, no foul. What book is that anyway?"

"U... Uh, it is, uhm, 'Guide T–To All Thi–Things Monsters, In–Inhuman, and the Su–Supernatural'..."

Dean rose an eyebrow, "Why'd you pick that book?"

"I... Uh... Tho–Thought it was in–interesting, and I ha–have never hea–heard of a f–fe–few wo–words in it, l–like 'S–Supernatural'. I did no–not know what tha–that me–mea–meant un–until I rea–read t–this boo–book! A–And vam–vampires! It–It tells yo–you ho–how to ki–kill them! A–And the sam–same with wer–werewolves, g–g–ghosts, sk–skinwalkers, de–demons, a–and a l–lot m–more!" She stopped for a second, "W... Well, I, uhm... Hav–Have not b–been a–able f–finish eve–everything, b–but I... I really li–like it, an–and..." She trailed off, but Dean was mildly impressed. That was the most she had said since she fell through their ceiling.

A small smile crept on Dean's rugged face, "So you like it?"

"A–A lot..." She looked down, but even he could see the meek smile on her face, but it was quickly wiped away. "Uhh.... I wi–will put the boo–book back i–in the bi–big book place, th–though. S–Sorry for tak–taking it wi–without a–asking."

"Nah, you keep it," Dean said, and she blinked, surprised. "You obviously love the book, so it might as well get some use out of it instead of just sitting on the shelf and getting dusty. But, you do need to go to sleep, so put it away, you can read tomorrow."

"A... Are you su–sure I c–can—"

"Just take it," Dean rolled his eyes, "Before I change my mind."

She stiffened, looking down at the big book in her arms. "... Th–Thank you, Mr. De—Dean... I... I have ne–never had som–something li... Like th–this be–before..."

Dean smirked, "Okay, okay. Don't make this into a chick-flick moment. Go to sleep, kid." She nodded, lying down on her side, with the book still in her arms. Dean thought about moving it to the nightstand, but something told him that he was not going to be able to pry that away from her.

Chuckling at the thought, he flicked off the lights, and closed the door. "G–Goodnight, Mr. Dean," Kya's soft voice said before the door finally shut behind him.

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Edited: 3/11/17