Chapter Seven:

"Ple–Please, Mr. Dean!" Kya begged, desperately, but Dean shook his head firmly.

"You're not coming," Dean replied.

"W–Why not?" She frowned.

"Because, if things get serious, I don't want you getting hurt."

"I–I am able to pro–protect myself!"

Dean rolled his eyes, "I'm not gonna risk it."

"Why not, Dean?" Sam spoke up, having listened to the conversation from the table. He looked up from his laptop, "I mean, she was able to protect herself pretty well when you were being controlled by the witch. And, she shot Crowley."

"Wait," Dean frowned, looking at the girl, "You shot Crowley?"

"He–He asked me t–to."

"Why?"

"He th–thought I was sc–scared of him, but I–I told him I wa–was not, and to–to prove it, I as–asked if he wanted me t–to shoot him. He–he said yes, so I–I did." Dean shook his head, holding the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the amused smile from breaking out on his face.

"How serious of a case is it?" Dean asked his brother.

"Well, with what's here, I don't know what we're dealing with exactly, but I'm sure it can't be too bad," Sam shrugged. "It'll be a learning experience."

Dean went silent, thinking this over, before giving a heavy sigh, "Fine. Go pack a bag." Kya grinned in excitement, running back to her room happily.

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Dean unlocked the room to their motel, and Kya's eyes widened, "Do–Does everyone ju–just give out fr–free ho–houses!?"

Dean chuckled as the girl walked into the room, setting her bag on top of one of the chairs, "Nah, you just rent out the room for a few days, then you gotta give it back," Dean answered.

"O–Oh..." Kya murmured, sitting down on one of the beds as the brothers brought their bags in as well, dropping it on the bed.

"Okay, Dean and I gotta go to the crime scene, so do you think you'll be fine here by yourself?" Kya nodded. "Good. Oh, and here," Sam handed her his laptop, and she looked at him, wide eyed.

"Wh–Why are you—"

"You can help us research while we're gone," Sam gave her a encouraging look. "Think you can handle that?"

"I–I–I think so..." She cleared her throat, accepting the laptop from the man, "I–I mean, yes, Mr. S–Sam."

He smiled as he fished his suit out of the bag,  as did Dean. "We'll be back soon," Dean assured. "Don't open the door for anyone, we have a key. You have that phone I gave you?" She nodded, taking the small burner-phone out of her side pocket. Dean smirked, "We'll call on that. Wait two rings before answering it, okay?" She nodded. "Good, I'll see ya later, kiddo," he ruffled her hair.

"G–Goodbye," she waved, and they returned the wave before the door shut.

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Late that night, Sam and Dean returned to the motel. The room had looked surprisingly cleaner since they arrived, so no doubt Kya had gotten bored of looking at Sam's laptop while they had been out. The beds were straightened, their bags on the bed neatly. Kya had been at the table, slumped over, but as soon as she heard the door creak, her head snapped up, her eyes alert. Luckily, Sam and Dean revealed themselves, not a stranger or a potential threat.

"Hey, kiddo," Dean greeted warmly, shutting the door to prevent the chilly air from entering. Not like it would change much; the room had already felt like it was below freezing temperatures. Dean wondered how the young girl could sleep so calmly, uncovered, in such cold conditions.

Sam must've been thinking the same thing because he shivered, "Aren't you cold?" The young girl only shook her head, rubbing the sleep from her unnaturally blue eyes.

"N–No. Most av–avians can r–regulate th–their body temp–temperatures, so i–i–it really... Is n–not a problem," Kya explained with a yawn in between her explanation. "S–Sorry."

"Don't be," Dean said. He had been saying the same phrase several times to her, almost like a passive reminder that she didn't have to apologize for ever action she had done. He had hoped that she would catch on and stop apologizing for everything, but it seemed like a really bad habit to break from her, nevertheless, he still tried.

"We got a lot of information," Sam smirked, showing her the pictures he had take of the Wiccan signs on the front door of the vic's shop. "Have you seen any Wiccan signs like this?" This had of course been a test for her, but it was also important because neither of the had seen it either. They had hoped that with a absorbent knowledge like the girl had, she would recognize it somewhere from one of the books she stuffed her nose in.

Kya made a face, thinking over his request, "W–Wiccan? No, bu–but I think I–I have seen tha–that somewhere e–else." She went to Sam's laptop, quickly typing a location neither of the brothers recognized.

Dean leaned over Kya's shoulder and then wrinkled his nose at her search topic. "Gentle Earth Vegan Bakery'?"

Kya nodded eagerly, "I–I saw that same sy–symbol when w–we were d–driving earlier. I–It came f–from this bakery!" Dean chuckled, they went driving over twelve hours ago and she had remembered a small detail like that? To say she was a smart kid would an understatement.

"Nice find, kiddo," Dean ruffled the girl's hair and she looked down sheepishly. She twisted a strange of loose hair around her finger.

"Tha–Tha–Thank you, Mr. D–Dean..." Kya's voice broke off into a yawn, "S... Sorry..." She murmured again.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" Sam suggested, "You did really good today, I'm proud of you." Kya again looked down, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Y–Yes, Mr. Sam," she looked around, then her eyes settled on a small arm couch on the other side of the room. Dean had also caught the girl's gaze, and narrowed his eyes.

"Nope. On the bed," he ordered, and Kya gave him a strange look. "You can sleep on that bed," Dean specified.

"B–But wha–what about you?" She asked, her tone lacing with worry.

"Don't worry about me," he assured. "Go lie down and we can go out for breakfast tomorrow morning." Guiltily, Kya bobbed her head, slowly getting up from her spot in the wooden chair, and going to the bed. He saw her crinkle her nose at something and immediately slept above the covers, as he and Sam were taught to do in their lifetime of moving from motel to motel. In mere seconds of placing her head under her arms, she had fallen dead asleep, barely even breathing.

"Whoa..." Sam said, and Dean looked back at his brother.

"What's up?"

"Kya. I didn't know she knew so much about computers," Sam's eyes narrowed at his screen. "She was able to get a lot of information of the vic."

"Really?" He leaned over the small table to see, making it creak in protest. True to his words, Kya had several tabs open, along with a seemingly endless list of notes she had found on him. And it hadn't been just about his career as a taxidermist, no, she had found everything. His parents; family members; descendants all the way to finding out he had been 45% Irish, 24.33 % Icelandic and 31.67% of European. She had found what schools her pursued, starting from literally elementary school to exactly the amount of colleges he applied for, then the ones that rejected him. And that wasn't all, Kya had gotten... Everything.

"Geez..." Dean muttered scrolling through her list. "This is a lot of research..."

Sam scoffed, "A lot? She literally has everything on this guy! This is amazing!" Sam took the laptop and began to filter through the extensive list. Dean began to give him information when he could, but Sam had pretty much taken over.

Eventually, Dean fell asleep at the table seeing as Kya took his bed. Sam glanced over him, and chuckled, going back to his work.

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Dean woke up groggily to moaning and whimpers. He glanced around, trying to see where the sounds were coming from, and found Kya on the bed, tossing and turning fitfully. Her face was distressed, and her fists balled. Her clothes stuck to her body, which he assumed was sweat, yet her entire body was trembling.

Dean sat up, stretching a bit, and then shuffled over to Kya. "Hey... Kya, wake up," he said, shaking her gently. "Kya, come on, wake—" her blue eyes snapped open, but much to his surprise, they were glowing. Before he could pull away, she twisted his wrist, pulling him down on the bed. Sliding a leg above him, she easily crawled over him. She spotted his gun in his waist and yanked it out, flicking off the safety and pointing it at his head. Dean stiffened, at the sound of the gun, seeing Sam's eyes snap open from the commotion. If Kya noticed, she didn't show it.

"Wh–Where am I!?" She demanded, her stuttering voice was fierce and had a dangerous tone to it. "Wh–Who are y–you!?"

"Kya, put the gun down." She whipped her head around to see Sam standing on the opposite side of the bed. His hands outstretched in a friendly manner, trying not to arouse her more than she already had been. "We're you're friends, remember?" Instead of listening, she pointed the firearm at him.

"Wh–Where is Gr–Grey!?" She hissed, her abnormally blue eyes glistening with tears. "What ha–have you d–done with h–him?!" Acting quickly, Dean swiped at the gun, knocking it out of her hands. Simultaneously, Sam grabbed her, placing her in a tight headlock. She scratched and bit at his arm, trying to pry it free, but her movements soon slowed as she lost consciousness.

Sam finally let go, letting her slump to the ground. "You okay?" He asked his brother, who nodded.

"She was having a nightmare. I didn't think she would attack me," he replied, rubbing his wrist when she twisted it. He was almost surprised nothing was broken, her grip were as strong as iron.

Sam set the young girl on the bed gently, before exhaustingly heading back to his own bed, and Dean easily followed.

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The brothers hadn't said anything about her nightmare the next morning, and Kya hadn't spoke of it either. Yet, they could tell it was bothering her.

Much to Dean's word, they went to get breakfast at a nearby diner. Kya, although hungry, was scared to go to the diner. She didn't have much contact with people other than the Whitecoats, Sam and Dean, Kevin, Charlie, Dorothy, and Crowley — although he didn't really count. The only other time she had actually interacted with people was when she was playing that strange hopping game back at that burger place, and even then that ended unpleasantly. Kya didn't know what she would do if someone started to talk to her. She didn't know what to say, how to say it! And if she started stuttering — ugh. She didn't even want to think about that.

But, Sam and Dean insisted on her coming, especially since they planned on going to the vegan bakery directly afterwards, and Kya wanted to tag along. So, she — reluctantly — piled into Dean's car and drove over.

Dean, Sam, and Kya had entered the diner at what seemed like the busiest time of day. The diner was bustling with people — more people than the other restaurant had — and Kya's eyes went wide. Dean walked up to the greeter at the podium. She was black and had her hair was shaven short, not to make it bald, but certainly not long either. She had defined cheekbones and a pearly white smile. Her skin was a milky brown color her eyes darker than an oak tree's bark. Her lips were painted red, yet she still wore a generic outfit, black blouse and skirt with a white apron around the waist. Kya blinked at the woman's beauty, it almost seemed surreal to her and she turned her gaze to the ground, embarrassed.

"Good morning and welcome to Jennie's! How many will I be serving today? Three?" Her voice was cheery, yet not annoying, and as smooth as butter.

"Yeah, three," Dean replied.

"Great, I'll show you to your table if you don't mind," the woman said as she pulled a two laminated menus off a stack, a paper, and a plastic pack of crayons. "Right this way, sir." She led them to a booth not to far from the entrance, and Kya slid into the side, and Sam came in beside her.

The woman passed out the menus and Kya refrained from making contact with her, and was even more afraid that if she tries to speak, she'd stutter so hard her tongue would fall off!

"Sweetie," After a moment, Kya looked at Dean and Sam, confused, then to the waitress, who was smiling down at her. "We've started this new program. If you color that paper," she pointed to a large blank space on the page. "With your own, original drawing you'll receive a free chocolate chip cookie."

"I–I–I—uh.... I–uhm..." Kya stammered. "I... I—... Ye–Yes?" She heard Dean laugh, but cover it up with a cough, and the woman smiled.

"I'll bring an extra pack of crayons," she smiled, and walked off. As soon as she left, Kya slammed her head on the table, making the pre-set dishes rattle. Dean was chuckling, covering his mouth in a weak attempt to hide his amused smile, and Sam was smiling meekly, as if he were apologizing for her stutter.

"What made you so flustered?" Sam asked, once Dean had settled.

"I–I... I..." Kya hid her face in her arms, "I... Sh–She was re–really p–pretty. I–I have n–never se–seen s–someone li–like that..." She peeked over her arms to see Sam chuckling and now Dean's ears growing a strange tint of pink.

For the rest of the meal, Kya refrained from uttering a sound. She circled the things she wanted and ate in silence.

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Kya was quiet all the way to the vegan cafe. "What do you wanna do?" Sam asked, turning to his brother.

"I–I can go in–in first, i–if you want," Kya suggested. She nearly startled Dean — he almost forgot she was there.

"Not happening," Dean denied immediately. "A kid walking into a cafe by themselves is too suspicious. People'll think you're gonna still stuff or something."

"N–Not if they d–do no–not know I a–am there," Kya replied. "Pl–Please, Mr. Dean."

The two brothers exchanged looks, "... We'll be no more than five feet away. Nobody'll be able get to her."

"Okay, fine," Dean said, and the girl smiled, "But be careful, got it?"

"Y–Yes, M–Mr. Dean!"

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Kya took a deep breath to calm her excited nerves, then strode into the café. There were people sitting all over; some of them on their own electronic devices, a few by themselves, others holding conversations with their sitting partners. It wasn't exactly full of people, but the sight of them almost made Kya lose her focus. Calm down, she mentored herself, she can do this.

Kya walked over to the counter, "He–Hello. M–May I ju–just have a gla–glass of wa–wa–water, please." Kya requested. She might have been able to disguise her voice, but she couldn't disguise her stutter however.

"Of course! Anything else?" The woman behind the counter asked. She was taller, blonde and was wearing dark black shades, for some reason. Kya resisted the urge to question it however, not wanting to be rude.

"N–No, that w–will be all," Kya handed the woman the money Dean gave her, as the woman provided her with a tall glass of clear water. Not bothering with the change, Kya headed to a seat nearby the entrance, exactly where she told Dean and Sam where she would be.

Once Kya sat down, she exhaled. In order to keep up the illusion that she was a normal adult, she needed to manipulate the minds of everyone in the room. It wasn't a simple task in the slightest; it required everyone else to be busy with something else, like talking to someone or being on their cellphones. Unless they were focusing on Kya, they wouldn't be able to see her, or care for that matter.

Shops like these should be the easiest to do, since everyone else was already preoccupied. Kya had experimented with it before when she was back at the School and the Whitecoats saw the odd uniqueness of her abilities. However, then, they were staring straight at her, and her goal was to make them think she was something that she wasn't, and if she didn't succeed... There were consequences.

Kya cleared her head of those thoughts, she needed to focus. The door jingled beside her, signaling the entrance of another customer. Kya turned to the door, it was Sam and Dean, both of which, wearing the black suits from the other day.

Kya heard Sam mutter, "What's that smell?"

"Patchouli. Yeah, mixed with depression from meat deprivation," Dean replied sourly, glancing around. "Where's Kya?" Dean's eyes finally glanced her way, and Kya gave a discreet wave. The two gawked at her, which had been completely reasonable.

In order for Kya to use her illusion method, she'd need to know the person that she was copying; it couldn't be someone she didn't know, or never seen before. The more she knew about them, the easier it was to copy them. Kya hadn't really been exposed to that many females — other than the select few at the School, the only other ones she knew was Charlie and Dorothy. So, Kya decided to make herself look like Charlie, she being the easiest one to mimic, which is what they saw now.

Dean and Sam quickly walked over to Kya, "How are you doing that?" Dean demanded. Kya didn't know whether he was surprised or angry.

"I–It is co–complicated," Kya replied. She cut the illusion off on the two — it making it harder to keep it up with everyone else since they already knew. It was unnecessary work now. Dean blinked when he suddenly saw her turn back to her normal self, his brows furrowing. "I–I will stay h–here, you tw–two go."

"When we get back, you're explaining this," Dean said, his voice low so nobody else could hear. He hadn't meant any harm, but this was just too weird for him. Dean was a hunter after all. If she could do this, what else could she do that she wasn't telling them.

Kya gulped, shuddering away. She felt her hold on everyone slip a little, but she fixed it easily. A little part of her wanted to tell the Winchesters' everything, she really did, but... Something told her that if she did, they'd look at her differently — they might treat her differently — and she didn't want that at all.

Kya looked down at her glass of water. This trip was making her give away a lot more than she desired. Maybe... She should have just stayed at the Bunker.

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After they finished their interview of the Gentle Earth Vegan Bakery owners, they headed back to the motel.

As soon as they were in the impala, Dean spoke up, "So mind explaining how you did that thing that now?" He asked the girl who shrank a little in the backseat.

"I–I–It is complicated," Kya admitted. "It is li–like the Soul Ho–Home I–I showed y–you, ho–however, I wa–was... Co–copying a image a–and... Im–imprinting it–it–it on the–their minds..."

"How?" Sam asked.

"I–I do no–not know... It i–is just so–something th–th–the W–Whitecoats gave m–me... I... I apologize f–for not telling y–you b–b–before, I... I d–did not wa–want you to react ne–negatively..." The two men were silent, making Kya feel even more guilty.

"Kya, we're not going to hurt you for being different," Sam finally spoke up. "I know it sounds weird, being a hunter and all, but our job is to hunt supernatural being that are killing people. We would never hurt you for that."

Kya looked down at the leather seats, just realizing that her hands were now shaking. "O–Okay, Mr. Sa–Sam..."

"Sam's right," Dean agreed, glancing at her in the rear view mirror. "You need to tell us this stuff."

"I ap–apologize..." She said, barely higher than a whisper.

"It's fine," Dean assured, smiling at the girl. Dean quickly decided that the mood was too tense for his likings and decided to change that. He easily popped a tape of his favorite rock singer, and played it.

Loud sounds pounded through the car's speakers instantly. It was so surprising, that Kya jumped, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears. Dean noticed this and turned it down to a much more calmer level. "Kya?"

The girl was breathing heavily for a second before she respnded, "T–T–Too lo–loud... I–I ha–have s–s–sensitive he–hearing..."

Sam and Dean blinked, "Oh. Sorry," he apologized. The girl nodded, sinking into the seat.

"It–It is okay... Wh–What is that?"

"Hmm? That was The Bust by AC/DC. You might not know who they are — their music is before your time."

"Wh–What is m–music?" The car went silent, except for the subliminal humming of the tape. Kya shifted in her seat, "I–I am so–sorry, did I s–say something wr–wrong?"

"No, no, you're fine," Sam replied. "How do you not know what music is?"

"I–I do not u–understand..."

"You know, like singing and humming. That's music."

"We... Were n–not allowed to–to do that a–at the Sc–School..." Once again the car went silent, Kya's simple words replaying in their minds.

Finally, Dean spoke up, "That's bullshit."

"Dean! Language!" Sam hissed, but the brother merely rolled his eyes.

"When we get back to the Bunker, I'm giving you a crash-course on all the greatest hits, ever," Dean assured as the car came to a stop.

"What do they mean by the greatest hits?" Sam rose an eyebrow. Dean simply winked at him before stepping out of the car, "Don't tell me you're gonna expose her to a bunch of rock music!"

"That's the best type of music," Dean shrugged innocently, but Sam gave him a hard glare, stepping out behind him.

"She can listen to the real stuff before she listens to rock." Kya blinked, slipping out of the car as well. She had no idea what the brothers were talking about, but she decided not to engage in it.

The duo continued to argue all the way to their room. "C–Can we talk a–about this la–later?" Kya asked meekly, making the two stop arguing for a second. "Wh–What did the ow–owners of t–the bakery say?"

"Other than offer their gluten-free, sugar-free, happiness-free brownies to us?" Dean grumbled.

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, "I recorded everything for you," he said, handing her the device and a pair of white earbuds. Kya accepted it gratefully.

"I–I will see wha–what I ca–can get f–from this," she said, sitting on the small chair, grabbing a pen and paper to take notes and fiddled with the phone.

The three stayed in the motel and researched quietly, sometimes speaking up when they noticed something interesting. A few hours had passed before Sam finally spoke up, "Necrosis."

"What?" Dean said, glancing his way from the small mini-fridge.

"Premature death of tissues — that's why their eyes were all messed up," Sam clarified as Dean opened a can of beer. "And it's not caused by mace."

"T–Then what ca–caused it?" Kya asked.

"Right here," he said, pointing to his screen. "'Blunt force, radiation, venom'."

"'Venom'? As in snake?" Dean asked, and Sam gave a firm nod, leaning back a little in his seat.

"The taxidermist was constricted. Olivia and Dylan heard hissing, and they were sprayed in the eyes," he explained.

"By venom?"

"By venom."

"Okay, so... What are we talking here, some sort of a freaky-ass snake monster?" Dean suggested, taking a seat adjacent to Sam.

"No," Kya shook her head. "S–Snakes do n–not co–constrict and en–envenomate. I–It is one o–or the ot–other."

Dean nodded, "Okay, then. Correction — freaky-ass mega-snake monster." Kya giggled at his joke and Sam laughed.

"It could be a Vetala," Sam suggested.

"Yeah, but they're not afraid to sink their fangs in," Dean corrected him. "Taxidermist was bite-free. It doesn't really fit the profile."

Sam gave a short nod, he was right. "Right. So...?"

"So, call Kevin," said Dean. "Have him look some stuff up."

Kya handed Sam back his phone, "H–Here."

"Thanks," he smiled, turning away to call the young male.

"While he's doing that," Dean grinned at Kya, "Let's order some takeout. I'm starving."

Kya laughed, "Y–You stomach is–is very quiet f–for you t–to be starving."

Dean chuckled, ruffling the girl's hair. "What do you wanna eat?"

Kya shrugged, "Wh–What is there?"

"Hmm... How about Chinese?"

"O–Okay." Dean went to the desk and pulled out a large yellow phone book. "Wh–What kind o–of book is th–that?" Kya asked curiously, peering over the table as Dean looked for a place to eat.

"Phone book. It has all the phone numbers of all the companies in the city, and then some. It's pretty old to be honest, but it works so whatever."

"It–It is like y–you said when I bu–burned your ba–bagel," Kya recalled with a small giggle. "'Fo–Food is food'." Dean barked a laugh as he called the Chinese restaurant.

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Sam and Dean left early the next morning due to another murder that was connected to their case, and this time, left Kya at the motel. Kya didn't mind; she did more research on the victim, and whatever she could find on the 'snake theory'. After a few hours of working, Kya fell asleep on the desk again.

Kya woke back up when the door opened. She smiled, "H–Hello." She greeted.

"Hey kiddo," Dean said. Sam walked in behind him. Kya sniffed, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Wh–Why do I s–smell an—" Kya's blue eyes landed on the dog being held on a lease by Sam. Then, she screamed, jumping out of her seat, and unto the bed. Her wings fluttered underneath her shirt, as she tried to put as much distance between herself and the dog.

"Kya!" Dean shouted, and the dog barked from all the commotion.

"Wh–Wh–Why do y–y–you ha–have a–an Er–Eraser!?" Kya screeched, her entire body shaking.

Dean exhaled, that was what she was scared about. "He's for the case," Dean explained calmly. "Don't worry, he's not gonna hurt you." Kya gulped, but didn't move from the bed.

As Sam and Dean prepared the concoction for the Inuit spell, Kya sat curled up on the bed, not daring to go anywhere near the dog on the floor, no matter how much the brothers insisted that it was harmless. Eventually, she wore herself out, and fell asleep on the bed in the same curled up position. Dean sighed, "If I knew that the dog would scare her that much, I would've left it."

"Don't worry, she'll get over it, it's only temporary," Sam assured. Dean nodded, but didn't say anything. A part of him was guilty for bringing the dog, but he also knew that it was necessary, so he tried not to think about it to much.

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When Kya finally woke back up, Dean and Sam were sitting at the table, eating the leftover Chinese from the night previous. A unknown song was humming in the background, generating a rather peaceful atmosphere.

Kya shifted, making the old bed creak. Dean glanced over his shoulder, "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he teased.

Kya looked away, embarrassed, "... So–Sorry."

"No need to apologize," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "C'mon. I'm sure you're starving." Kya slowly walked over, using an excessive amount of work to step around the sleeping Eraser on the ground.

"Still scared of him?" Sam asked and Kya bobbed her head, yes. Sam chuckled, pulling a chair up for her to sit, with it being the farthest away from the dog. She gave him a grateful look, and sat easily, folding her legs in the chair.

"So," Dean said after he had taking a sip of his beer bottle. "Call Kevin. Spell tasted like ass and was a bust."

"At least it didn't change your appetite," Sam said, watching as his brother shoveled food in his mouth. "Geez..."

"Wh–What spell?" Kya asked.

Dean looked at her confused for a second. Then he remembered why she didn't knowX and swallowed his food, "Oh, wait. You were asleep when we did it, weren't you."

"W–When you did wha–what?"

"We found Inuit spell that was temporarily supposed to help Dean speak to animals." Sam explained, "But, it didn't work like we hoped."

"Why wo–would you n–need t–to speak to–to animals? Th–They are a–all ra–rather annoying."

They both gave her confused looks, "... What do you mean?" Dean finally asked after a second.

"... We–Well... When I–I was at th–the Sc–School, the Wh–Whitecoats ha–had me mem–memorize a lot of la–languages. In–Including t–the hi–higher fr–frequency that animals sp–speak."

Dean blinked, "Are you saying that...?"

"You can talk to animals!?"

"W... Well n–no," Kya said quietly. "I–I used to... Bu–But my vo–vocal cords are dam–damaged now, wh–which is why I–I have a–a st–stutter. B–Before, I wa–was able to sp–speak in tha–that fre–frequency though. I c–can st–still un–understand it."

"How did you vocals get damaged?" Sam asked curiously.

Kya visibly tensed, "Ah... U–Uhm... Ex–Ex–Experiment th–that d–d–did n–not go as–as pl–planned." Kya twisted her fingers, not meeting their eye contact. The brothers exchanged suspicious looks, but anonymously decided to drop the topic.

"Do you think you can talk to the Colonel for us?" Sam asked, but Kya felt really uncomfortable, looking down.

"U... Uhm... I–I cou–could try..." She stammered, glancing the dogs way, trying not to feel absolutely terrified. The dog sensed her fear and looked up, then yawned, revealing the sharp fangs that protruded from its gums. Kya yelped, backing away instantly, wanting to curl up in the chair.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"I... I..." She began to shake, "I... A–Am so–sorry... I..." Kya couldn't seem to get her words out. She felt tears moisten her eyes, and she wiped at them furiously. She heard a whine and looked down, the dog was resting it's head on the edge of her chair. Kya tried not to jump, but her wings tensed. Instinct told her to run immediately, but since there was nowhere she could go, she was stuck.

"C'mon kid, don't start crying," the Colonel muttered, "God, I hate it when kids cry. I can't possibly be that scary, can I?"

"Y–You..." Kya gulped, "A... Are n–n–not... I... Su–suppose..."

"See? Everyone loves me!" The dog barked, and Kya flinched.

"Wait," Dean said, looking over at Kya and the dog. "It's working!"

"What is? The spell?!" Sam asked, just as excited as Dean was.

"Oh hey, since you can hear me now, change the station, would'ja?" The dog demanded with a scoff, "You call this classic rock? Next thing you know, they'll be playing Styx." Kya blinked, almost forgetting about the strange sounds coming from Dean's phone. "And Dennis DeYoung? A punk."

"Dennis DeYoung's not a punk," Dean glared sourly at the dog. "He's Mr. Roboto, bitch." Kya blinked, confused over what they were arguing about, but decided not to question them.

"Why are you arguing with a dog over Styx?" Sam asked, almost as confused as Kya was.

"Wh—Uh, yeah. Um, hey, boy. What were you trying to tell us about Cowboy Hat?" Dean asked, recomposing himself.

"The douchewheel who killed my best friend was wearing a cowboy hat," the dog informed, a bitterness edging his tone.

"Wh–What is a do–douchewheel?" Kya asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it," Dean replied, waving off her question. "And the pothead, too?"

"Yep. Same guy killed both."

"Ask about the cats," Sam said as he tossed a wrapper into the trash.

"Yeah, uh—" Dean takes the wrapper out of the trash and handed it to Sam. "And what about the cats?"

"I don't know," the dog replied.

Sam shot Dean a strange look, "I don't want this."

"I couldn't see much. I didn't exactly have the best view in the orphanage," the dog continued. "Oh, but I could smell him. Guy reeked of red meat, dishwashing detergent and tiger balm."

"Ti–Tiger balm?" Kya repeated.

"It's a type of special medicine," Dean explained.

"What's he saying?" Sam asked, tossing the trash back, but missed.

"Uh, that the–the guy," Dean got up and tossed the trash back. Kya stared at him, and grabbed the trash herself. "He smelled like ground chuck and soap suds and old-lady cream."

Kya made a throwing motion with her hand, but didn't release the paper. Dean whipped his he's around, looking frantically, before turning back to her. "Dean what are you doing?"  Sam demanded and Kya began to giggle a bit, throwing it to the floor. Dean caught it, tossing it back on the table.

Dean scratched furiously behind his ear, "I don't know." The dog laughed loudly and Kya squirmed, moving away from it. Dean glared at the dog, "Oh, what are you laughing at?"

A vehicle pull up outside, and both Dean and the dog run to the window. The dog barked loudly and Kya winced, covering her ears. Dean parted the curtains and began to shout  at the man exiting the car. "Hey! Hey, hey! Yeah!" He pointed aggressively at the man, "You! You! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, you! You! You! You!" He growled viciously.

"Uh... Dean?" Sam finally spoke up, making the grown man turn around.

"What?"

The dog's barks finally cease and Kya uncovers her ears, "I think the spell worked. Fact, I think it worked a little too well."

Dean sat back down at his seat, "What?"

"I think... You might be a dog..." Sam finally says, but Dean scoffed.

"What?" Again, he was scratching behind his ear.

"You're scratching your head. You're... Barking at the mailman. You're playing fetch," to prove his last point, Sam threw the crumpled up trash again.

"I'm not a..." He glances at the trash that laid helplessly on the ground, and gulped. Then, he whimpers softy. "... Ruh-roh..."

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I'm sorry for cutting it short—I felt like it was getting a bit too long and I really wanted to post this, lol—and for not updating in forever ._. I hope this makes up for it (probably won't, sorry).

I'll see y'all next time, and remember... Don't melt~!

~Happyritas <OOO

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Edited: 3/11/17