Chapter Six:

Dean's eyes snapped open looking at Kya, who's own eyes were half-lidded. "Hey? Kid, you o—" Kya slid off the bed, falling head first on the floor, but luckily, Dean caught her shoulders.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there," he said, skating the girl a little. "You good, sweetheart?"

"I–I... Y–Yes, sorry, I–I have not uhm, us–used th–that in qu–quite a–a long t–t–time," she replied, rubbing her eyes. "S–Sorry, ar–are you o–o–okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Dean frowned, and her eyes widened.

"N–No! It is, uh, n–nothing l–l–like that, I–I just th–thou—" Dean raised his hand, silencing the girl.

"It's cool," he assured. "Don't worry about it kiddo. I'm gonna go downstairs and get some food, you want some."

"Ah, n–no thank you, I a–am fine," Dean nodded, about to leave when suddenly, he stopped.

"Oh, right. We have a friend coming over soon," he said.

Kya gave him a small grown, "W–Will I have to s–stay in my r–room?"

He gave a small thinking face, "Nah. I'm pretty sure she'll be cool with seeing your wings. You'll be fine."

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"Holy mother of gamers..." The red-headed woman said in barely a whisper. "How... What..." She couldn't even get full words out.

Kya stood there, looking at her feet, a look of embarrassment covering her face. "S–Sorry..." She murmured, not knowing how else to react to the strange red-head woman.

"'Sorry'? How are you sorry!? This is... This is amazing! Oh my god, how do they work?! Can you fly? How did this happen? Are they real? Oh! And you're too heavy, or at least you should be, how in the world can you—"

"Charlie, don't scare her," Dean sighed. The girl seemed to get smaller with each question, looking even more timid than she usually did.

"A–Ah, well, I–I move them t–that is ho–how they wo–work. A–And, y–y–yes, I ca–can fl—fly. U—Uh, y—y—yes, they are ve—very mu—much re—real. Uh... Uh, my—my bo—bones are h—ho—hollow an—and li—light-wei—weight, b—but ver—very stro—strong... Is—is that a–all?" Kya answered, listing the questions off on her fingers, her stutter breaking up her words.

"How'd you remember all that?" Charlie asked curiously.

"P–Photographic me–memory," she replied. "I... I ca–can see th–thing or he–hear thing and I–I copy the–them."

"Wait, really?" Sam asked, this being new to him. Well, it was new to the both of the brothers, really. "Anything else you wanna tell us?"

"A–Ah, well, I... Am no–not a go–good sparring par–partner," she muttered, making the trio laugh. She puffed out her cheeks, "I–I am se–serious! It is n–no fun to so–spar against so–someone wh–who knows your eve–every move!"

"Whatever you said, kiddo," Sam chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Wanna go check out that computer now?"

"Sure," Charlie grinned, taking her laptop and supplies with her.

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"Sweet Ada Lovelace," Charlie awed, staring at the massive computer. "This thing belongs in a museum. I mean, it's got encryption software. It seems to be powered by something magical."

Kya sneezed, rubbing her nose, "W–What is that, Mr. Dean?" Kya asked, staring curiously at it.

"It's a computer," Dean answered, turning back to Charlie, "Skip to the end."

"It's kind of an alarm system," Charlie replied. "Global badness? It freaks. This computer is what locked this place down."

"Can we use it to track angels?" Sam asked, leaning against the wall, well out of the woman's way.

"All right," she popped her knuckles. "Let me see what I can do."

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After a while, Kya had gotten rather bored of standing and watching, deciding to go to her room, getting a book, and coming back. She sat near the wall, reading silently.

Soon, Charlie had finished her handiwork, leaving a lot of cords and wires sticking out of the machine, and attached to her computer. "All right. It took some doing, but now we can download," Charlie grinned proudly, wiping the dust off her hands. "This beast has all the Men of Letters files. Time for a little drag-and-drop."

Kya began to ignore what they were saying, lost in the pages of her book. But as she read, he lines began to blur together as her mind began to think about something else.

She had shown Dean her abilities; even his own Soul Home, what would he think of her now? What would both of them think of her now? Would try think she is a monster because she is different? Will they try to kill her? She hadn't done anything to provoke them, besides punching Dean.

Her eyes widened slightly, would they punish her for doing that?! Yes, Dean did tell her to do it, but... She was still a little scared. And what if she did something else that would make them angry?! How much longer could she live like this, waiting to be punished for doing something wrong? She... Just wasn't used to all the things that Sam and Dean were showing her and doing to her. She wasn't used to being cared for.

Back at the School it was either kill or be killed, especially in the Pit. But here, they didn't expect her to kill anyone. They just... Wanted her to be happy. Could she do that? Could she be happy like they wished? It wasn't that she was ungrateful — she was more than grateful that they had taken her in, fed her, clothed her, and let her sleep there, but one could only wonder how long this hospitality would last. When... Did they expect her to leave? To go back to the School or wherever she came from?

"Kya!" She jumped, her wings snapping out, her eyes wide and alert.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill," Dean said, holding his hands out, "You okay there kiddo? I called your name, like, six times."

"I–I..." Kya looked down, "I a–apologize."

"What'd I say about apologizing all the time," he reminded in a teasing tone.

"R–Right. So–Sorry, I–I–I—"

He chuckled, picking up the book she dropped and handed it to the flustered girl. "You looked pretty deep in thought there," he noted, walking out of the room with Kya tailing behind him. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I..." She looked away, "I... W–was wondering... Wh–When you wanted m–me to le–leave..."

Dean stopped, turning around to look at the girl. "Why would you think that?"

"I–I... I just th–thought th–th–that yo–you might not want m–me to be–be here... O–Or you mi–might get bored of m–me s–s–so... I... I..."

"Listen, sweetheart," Dean began making the girl stiffen. He bent down to her level so she could look at him. "We're not gonna get bored of you so you can get that out of your pretty little head," he said, thumping her head with his thumb. "Also, we would never just throw you out, that'd be irresponsible. Besides, even if I tried to throw you out, Sammy would kill me, so there's that, and I don't want to; we both don't want to. Hell, if anything we want you to stay here as long as possible. Well, at least until those 'Erasers' and 'Whitecoats' stop looking for ya."

"B–but—"

"No buts," he smirked, "You're staying here and that's final. C'mon, I'm gonna make something to eat, how about you help me."

"I... I ca–cannot cook..." She murmured.

"You can get the tall stuff in the cabinet."

She gave him a odd look, "I–I am shorter t–than you."

"Yeah, but I'm older. I don't wanna have back pains from reaching so high. Besides, you can fly, it'll be fun."

Kya giggled, "B–But that might make s–something break!"

"'Might'! That's the key word there. That means that you'll never know 'til ya try!" Kya giggled again, making the man smile. The girl hadn't laughed very often seeing as she was so shy and always stuttering in her words.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up in excitement, "Ca–can we ma–make one of the rec–recipes in a co–cookbook I found!?"

"Sure kiddo, whatever you want," he chuckled.

Kya grinned from ear-to-ear, "I–I will g–go get it!" She announced, racing down the hall to the direction of her bedroom.

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After nearly burning down the Bunker several times, and breaking a few dishes, Kya and Dean finally made edible hamburgers. Kya had nearly six of them, seeing as she hadn't been eating her full 3,000 calories a day due to not wanting to eat all the food in the house, but after Dean gave his 'ok' she devoured it like she hadn't eaten in years.

After she finished she passed out. Her head on Dean's lap, her wings out, halfway covering her body, halfway being sprawled out to the back of the bed. Her breathing was even and steady, no signs of any distress.

"I still can't believe you found someone like her," Charlie muttered, looking at the slumbering girl. "Like, that's crazy awesome."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled, rubbing her wing with his hand. A soft rumbling purr left her mouth as she snuggled into his stomach, inhaling his strong, yet calming scent.

The three laughed at this, continuing to watch their Game Of Thrones.

A few hours of binging later, Charlie stands up, "We'd better go check on that dinosaur downstairs," she said.

Dean moved Kya to the bed, placing a blanket on top of her. "Don't wanna wake her up?" Charlie asked, but Dean shook his head.

"She needs the sleep; she's usually up half the night reading," he answered, turning out the light but leaving the door partially open.

"She reads?" Charlie asked, "Like, what? Junie B. Jones?"

"Nope. More like research books, studies, biographies. I even found Tolkien in her room the other day, which, by the way, she has turned into her mini-library."

"Really?!" Charlie said, shocked.

"Oh yeah," Sam chuckled, joining in on their conversation. "She's a really smart kid, believe it or not."

"Wow... That's awesome," Charlie chuckled. "I guess you two got lucky, huh? Has she helped you on any hunts yet?"

"Nah," Dean shook his head. "I'd rather not get her into that, or at least wait a few years, until she's older." Sam hummed in agreement.

"Yeah definitely," he agreed as the trio finally made it to the computer room.

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Kya woke up on a unfamiliar bed, but with a rather familiar scent. Sam, she slowly realized, sitting up. She looked around sleepily, remembering that she had fallen asleep next to Dean, Sam, and Charlie, but all three of them were gone and the lights were out, but he door cracked open. She vaguely wondered where they went.

A malicious hissing sound sent shivers down her back. Her instincts immediately set in, and she jumped off the bed, turning around to see a woman, a old woman, with long gray hair and stick-like, bony fingers.

Kya's eyes immediately glow blue as she reaches for the Winchester's desk, finding two throwing knives, throwing the first knife at the woman. It skims the woman's arm, but makes, a deep gash. She hissed, glaring at the girl.

Green lightning shoots from the woman's hands, but Kya moves out of the way, hiding behind a cabinet away from the woman. The lethal lightning barely reaches her face before it stopped. The woman hisses, and disappears into a cloud of smoke and leaving in the air vent.

Suddenly, someone ran into the room. Instinctively, she threw the second, "Whoa!" Dean's voice says, the knife narrowly whizzing past him had he not ducked. "Hey, hey, kiddo. Chill out, it's just me," Dean coaxed, seeing the girl behind the cabinet in the room.

"... M–Mr. Dean?" She asked, moving away from it, her eyes still a bright, glowing blue. He flicked on the lights.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "You alright, sweetheart?" He looked at the dark, smoking lights that carved itself into the stone in his brother's bedroom.

"Y–Yes. Who w–was that woman?" She asked, going over to the man.

"Wicked witch," he answered taking her hand. "And she's in the Bunker."

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Dean led Kya back to the others, her wings still out, but pressed to her back, "Found her," Dean said to his brother who had still been in the kitchen.

"You okay?" Sam asked and the girl nodded.

"Yeah, she's just a bit shaken up; the witch was in the room. She nearly chopped my nose off when I came in, though."

The door opens again and Dean and Sam pull out their guns immediately, but puts it away when they see a Charlie and a woman Kya has never seen before.

Kya tenses, narrowing her eyes at the unknown woman. "Sorry. We raided your gun range," Charlie explained. "Made us some poppy bullets. They won't kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her."

Dean smiles at the red-head proudly, "That's my girl."

"Who's that?" The woman asked, pointing to Kya, who is still on edge and glares at the woman.

"You s–smell like the wi–witch," the girl frowned.

"Spent the last 75 years in a jar. Didn't exactly have the time to spray some perfume," the woman retorted sarcastically.

"That's Dorothy," Dean introduced. "From Wizard of Oz."

Kya blinked, "Oh. I–I saw that b–book in the big—... Th–The library, I did n–not read it, though."

"Good," the woman, Dorothy, nodded. Kya blinked, not understanding why the woman would say that the woman would tell her not to read a book.

"There was only enough for four bullets, so... Make each shot count," Charlie continued, passing out each of the reddish poppy bullets. Then, she stopped when she got to Kya.

"Oh... Sorry, kiddo I don't have enough for you," Charlie frowned.

"It's fine; she won't be needing one anyway," Dean answered, which made Kya frown.

"W–Why not?" She asked, confused.

"'Cause you're going in the Dungeon so you don't get hurt," Dean answered. "Besides; you can't shoot a gun."

She rose an eyebrow, "Wha–What do yo–you mean I–I cannot s–shoot a g–gun?" She frowned.

"Can you?"

She narrowed her eyes at the man, snatching his gun off his belt, taking the poppy-bullet out of the barrel. With a displeased look, she pointed behind her, taking off the safety and squeezed the trigger easily.

A gunshot rang out in the kitchen making all four of them jump in shock. She put the safety back on, handing him the gun, and going to the cabinet she shot a hole through, pulling out a black coffee mug with a smiley face design on it, except now, there was a hole in the middle of it, almost giving it a nose.

"I can s–shoot a gun," she said, tossing it to him, which he caught easily.

"I... I liked this mug..." He murmured, setting it on the table. He handed her his own gun. "Here. Your still going in the basement, but you can use this to protect yourself."

"T–Thank you," she thanked. "S–sorry, I b–broke your cup..."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'll take her to the Dungeon, but first we need to figure out what the hell this witch is looking for?"

"She's looking for a key," Sam answered.

"How do you know?" Charlie questioned.

"Little birdie told us," he said, making it known that he didn't want to tell. "Ring any bells, Dorothy?"

"Unfortunately. It's the key to Oz," Dorothy replied. "There are magical ways into Oz — tornado, eye of a hurricane, whirlpool — but this key will turn any locked door into a portal to Oz. Insert key, twist, and presto, you're in Oz."

"How did the Men of Letters get the key?" Sam asked.

"I have no idea, but if she finds it, she'll go back and finish what she started. She'll destroy all that is good in Oz. She's got armies of witches, flying monkeys. Many will die."

"What's this key look like?" Dean asked. Dorothy pulled a journal out of her jacket and began to sketch. A minute later, she showed him a rough sketch of a poorly drawn key with a strange design on the front. Somehow, Dean recognized the symbolic design and snapped his fingers. "I've seen that key. Found it when I was doing inventory."

"Where is it now?" Dorothy asked, putting the journal away, but tearing out the page and giving it to him.

"My room. We got to get to that key. All right, Charlie, Kya, and I will go look in my room. Why don't you guys buy us some time?" Sam nods, leaving the three alone.

"Charlie? Safest place in this joint is the dungeon," Dean offered. "I can drop you both off down there."

"You have a dungeon in this place?" Charlie asked, but suddenly feels as though the question is already answered for her. Yes, the two have a dungeon; why not? "Of course you do."

"So maybe you should..."

"I am not hiding, especially in a dungeon," she snorted. "Wicked Witch, a key, a quest? Let's do this!" She smirked, bounding off towards the door.

"C–Charlie..." Dean stuttered, going after the girl, with Kya following behind silently.

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After securely dropping the young girl off in the dungeon, and being privileged to tell the prisoner to shut up at any time she felt needed — and even gave her a roll of duct tape for extra measure, along with her gun and a few books to keep herself entertained — the two went off again.

Kya sat down along the side of the room, reading silently, easily ignoring the angry glares the demon chained in the chair sent her way. Finally, the demon gave a annoyed sigh at his lack of attention. "What? A man chained to a chair in someone's basement doesn't send warning flags your way?" He finally muttered. The girl shook her head silently, flipping the page.

"What are you? Mute?!" He hissed. The girl looked at him over the top of her book, giving him an awfully mean stare — or at least the meanest she could muster — before turning back to the book.

"I've worked well with kids before. I'll give you candy if you give me those keys." Kya looked up from her book again as if to contemplate this. Then she pointed to the keys on a hook on the wall, "Yes! Yes! Those keys," he nodded. "Give them to me, and I'll give you all the candy you want."

The girl got up from her spot, going to the keys on the wall. Crowley grinned as the girl took them off first hook out of five. "Great! Give them to me." She didn't respond, putting it back on the hook farthest away from the strange man in the chair, then going to sit back down.

Crowley glared daggers at her, "Bitch," he hissed.

"Shut up," she replied, her tone laced with annoyance and boredom. This was the first words she spoke to the demon. "Or I–I will put duct ta–tape on your m–mouth."

"You're stuttering," Crowley noted. "Scared of little ol' me?"

"S–Speech impediment," she answered. "I am n–not scared of y–you."

"Your stutter makes it really hard to take that seriously."

"If I sh–shoot you, wi–will that h–help?" She asked, genuinely curious, but Crowley didn't notice that.

"Sure. But you're just a little girl. You're not going to—" A gunshot rang out of the firearm the girl was given, lodging itself in the grown demon's shoulder. He cried in pain, holding his shoulder as blood oozed out of his vessel, as the girl set the gun down, and continued reading, sneezing softly when the gun smoke reached her nose.

"You–You shot me!" Crowley shouted, rather surprised.

"You s–said so," she replied. "P–Please be quiet. I a–am tr–trying to read."

Crowley stared a the girl for several more seconds before giving a lot, pouting huff. "Brat."

"S–Shut up," she muttered again, flipping another page. Crowley huffed, already sensing that this was going to be a long night.

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Kya sat quietly on the ground when she heard heavy footsteps she frowned to herself as the steel doors opened up, revealing Sam. His shoulders were stiffened, his eyes narrowed and angry.

"M–Mr. Sam?" Kya said, but he didn't seem to listen. Then, his eyes flashed a dangerous green, and Kya shot up, snatching her gun off the ground. Her wings shot out of her back just as he lunged at the girl, she moved to the side, her own eyes glowing blue, her fight or flight instincts flipping on like a switch. As Sam got back up, the girl darted out of the room. If Sam is like this, then Dean and the others might be as well. All she had to do was find them.

Sam raced after her, his long legs taking farther strides, but luckily her modified genes made her faster than the man behind her.

Her mind scanned the rooms, trying to trace the scent of the others, wondering maybe if Charlie and Dorothy were.

As if on cue, Kya ran into the main room, and then rammed into a large chest, making her fall back. She looked up, it had been Dean, who had the same angry look on his face, his eyes growing green as well.

She scrambled to get up as Dean pulled out his gun, aiming at her. A gunshot rang just as she began to jump up, rolling over the map table to take cover from the man. She heard Sam come over as she crawled under the table silently, "Come here, little birdy," Sam coaxed. "You'll make a great collections to my flying monkey back in Oz."

Kya cringed, looking around, finally finding what she needed. A mirror that showed where the power box was for the room. All she had to do was jump, shoot it, and then she could escape.

She adjusted her grip on her gun, listening for the two men's heavy footsteps that were slowly making its way to her hiding spot. She took a deep breath, calming herself, before jumping up.

There were two loud gunshots. One hit the power box, making it sputter and smoke, but then the lights in the room went out. The other landing in the top of her wing. She hissed in pain, stumbling back, but tightened the grip on her gun and began to run down the opposite hall.

The initial darkness had momentarily blind the two brothers, making them stumble over several objects in the room to look for the exit she left out of. Meanwhile, Kya had already darted out of the room, and hurrying down the hall, for the first few turns, it was completely dark, but then, the back-up generator starter, giving the bunker light once more.

Kya heard sounds in a different room where the door was partially opened.  She swung it open, and instantly heard two guns cocked and ready to shoot her, "What? Kya?" Charlie said, frowning at the girl, "I thought Dean told you to stay in the dungeon."

"I–I–I–I... I wa—"

"Stop talking," Dorothy said coldly, "By the time you finish stuttering, it'd be Christmas."

Kya glared loudly at her, she always hated when people made fun of her stutter. Luckily, Charlie spoke for her, "Hey! Not cool to mess with someone with a stutter," Charlie said to the woman, equally as mad. "Anyways, what happened, Kya? Why'd the lights go out?"

She took a deep breath, "I–I shot th–th–the power bo–box."

"Why?!"

"S–Sa–Sam and D–De–Dean. Th–they—"

"There you are," Dean said, making the girl stiffen, turning around at the grown men, again.

"Was that your Batman voice?" Charlie teased, but then, much like earlier, their eyes flashed green, again. "That's definitely not your batman voice."

"It's her," Dorothy spat, "She possessed the both of them."

"I missed you, my pretty," Sam said in the same eerie voice.

"Killing you a second time will be just as sweet as the first," Dean continued, sending shivers down the young girl's back.

"Guys, I know you're in there. Dean, you can't let the witch do this," Charlie pleaded, hoping the undo the spell the witch put on them. "If she opens the door, she's going to destroy Oz." Dean grabbed Charlie's shoulders and smashed her into a car window.

"I have no intention of escaping to Oz," Dean said. "I'm going to bring my armies here," all of the girl's eyes widen, not thinking of this. "Don't worry. You'll join Dorothy right after you both watch her die!"

"Sorry about the nards, Dean," Charlie said before kicking him in the crotch, making him hunch over in pain. The redhead took this chance to move, catching a pair of ruby-red high heels.

"Go. I'll buy you some time," Dororthy said, and Charlie gave her a firm nod before leaving. "All right," Dorothy grinned, "Let's see what your pencil necks are made of."

Sam goes first at Dorothy, landing a punch on her face, but Dorothy grabs her arm, twisting him around, and pushing him into a car.

Dean comes from behind her, but Kya is faster, grabbing his arm and pulls him away from the woman. He glares down at her but there's a dark smirk planted on her lips, her eyes glow blue once more. "Y–You said yo–you wi–wished to sp–spar," she reminded, the man.

Dorothy wrestled with Sam, landing a a few hard punches in the gut that would definitely bruise him in the future. Meanwhile, Dean swings at Kya, but she being much quicker on her feet, easily dodging his hands.

Dean lunged at her as she was near the car, grabbing unto the wing he had shot earlier. Kya hissed, gritting her teeth, pushing up on the car's bumper to give her a bit of extra height, then twisting her legs around his neck, successfully bringing him to the ground.

Kya moved off of him, as he sent a hand to her, reaching for her throat. Dean turned around, glaring at her, but her eyes a brilliant blue, and then both of them went limp.

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Dean's Soul Home, which used to be a bright white, had now been a stained green, symbolizing the witch's hold on him.

Kya had hoped that the control on Dean wouldn't reach his Soul Home, but unfortunately, he wasn't any better here than he was out there. He had tried to attack her again, but she held out her hand, keeping him in place. With a flick of her small hands, he was on his knees, bright golden chains wrapping around his hands, holding him to the ground.

He growled at her as she carefully stepped over. She moved to press her hand on his head, only to have him move his head away from her, she frowned, and then another chain was on his neck, keeping him still. Trying again, she pressed her hand against his head, closing her eyes.

Kya could feel the presence of the Witch in his mind, "What are you doing here!?" She hissed at Kya, who didn't do much as flinch.

"You should not be here," she growled at the woman.

The witch cackled at her, kicking lay, "I'll be wherever I desire!" The room began to darken and Kya's eyes widened, taking a step back. Somehow, she underestimated the Witch's abilities.

She quickly retracted her hand from Dean's head, stumbling back from him as his eyes seemed to burn a dark emerald shade. The chains holding him turned to mere dust and littered the ground before disappearing, setting the dangerous man free.

"Mr–Mr. Dean, stop," Kya tried to reason with the older man. "This is not you." He snatched her arm, yanking her lightweight body towards him, and grabbed her throat with his other hand, easily lifting her in the air.

"Begging for the boy won't do you any good," the witch said through Dean's mouth. "He isn't here, child."

"M–Mr... Dean," she choked, her eyes watering. Flashbacks to when she was in the Pit with Grey filled her mind, making her gasp, clawing at his hand. Suddenly, she didn't see Dean. She saw Grey, crushing her windpipe in his hands. The room had gone as dark as the pit, the feral look in the Eraser's eyes seemed to glow in the darkened room. She could feel her warm blood trailing down her neck and throat and she gagged.

Suddenly, Grey let go, and she gasped, falling to the ground, coughing. "Oh, God, Kya," Dean's voice gasped, but she didn't answer, shaking her head and whimpering, using her wings to cover her body. "Kya, are you okay?" Dean asked, trying to come to her side, but she flinched.

"D–D–Do no–not put me–me b–b–b–back in th–the–there, pl–pl–please," she whispered, shaking her head. "Do–Do not ma–ma–make me fi–fi–fi–fight h–him... D–D–Do n–not!"

"Kya? What are you talking about?" She just whimpered, curling into herself. "Ky—"

With Kya's current instability, she couldn't keep up the Soul Home, especially with someone else in it. The Soul Home seemed to shatter like glass, sending large waves of nausea over the both of them, before sending them back to reality.

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"Dean!? Dean, are you okay?" Sam asked, shaking his brother unremittingly until he fluttered his ivory green eyes open. He groaned, holding his head like he had a bad hangover.

"What happened?" Dean moaned, rubbing his head.

"Dorothy said that you and Kya just collapsed," Sam answered, and then Dean's eyes widened, ignoring his splitting headache to look for the girl.

"Oh shit," he muttered, carefully shaking the girl, "Hey, kiddo talk to me."

"... M–M–Mr. De–Dean?" She croaked, trying to sit up. She winced when she moved.

"Take it easy sweetheart," Dean said, "Point to where it hurts." She slowly pointed to her throat, where there was a large hand shaped bruise. Then, she slowly rose her wing, but winced in pain, reflexively folding it back.

"I'm going to go find Charlie," Sam said, standing up as Dean moved to her side, looking at her wing. A metal bullet was lodged in the top of her wing, at the bone of the muscle, which would explain why it hurt to move it. "Who shot you?"

She gave him a pointed look, then a small guilty smile. "I did!?"

She nodded, "A–A–Accident."

Guilt weighed on the man's shoulders, "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know." She gave him a half shrug, but winced again when she accidentally moved her wing.

Dean went silent as he looked over her injuries. It wasn't as bad as Dorothy's from her cat fight with Sam, but she insisted that she didn't need help and would tend to herself.

Soon, Sam came back with Charlie, along with a first-aid kit in his hand. Dean grabbed the tweezers from it, slowly but easily taking the bullet out of her wing. She gritted her teeth until it was out, and he began to wrap it up, using nearly half of the roll because her wing was so big, and then treating to her throat.

"You good, kiddo?" Sam asked and she nodded.

"I–I–I will li–live," she replied, then going to Dorothy, who was with Charlie, who insisted to help clean her up. "A–Are you o–okay, Ms. D–Dorothy?"

Dorothy rose an eyebrow at her concern towards her, seeing as she had been quite rude to her earlier. She gave the girl a comforting smile, "I'll be fine, kid," she assured. Her dark eyes trailed to Kya's wings, which were folded behind her back, "Wings, huh? I wouldn't expect that."

"Same here," Charlie agreed, adding the last band-aid to the woman's face before smiling at her handiwork. "Done."

"Thank you," Dorothy nodded. "You, know, you were pretty good fighting against a guy twice your size."

"I–I have ha–had pra–practice," she answered. The girl felt exhausted after fighting the Witch earlier and then Dean just now, plus going into his Soul Home and coming out incorrectly, which could've done more damage than just making her drowsy. As much as she hated to admit it, she was tired and wanted a nap.

Kya slowly walked over to the door, her eyes half-lidded and really tired. "You okay there, kiddo?" Sam asked amusedly. She gave him a blank stare before tripping over her own feet and falling face first to the ground.

Sam quickly dove in, catching her before she could break something. He was about to reprimand her when he noticed that she had been knocked out, snoring lightly in his arms.

"Sleeping?" Dean asked and Sam chuckled.

"Yeah. I'll go put her in bed," Sam announced, picking the girl up and leaving the three others in the garage.

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Charlie and Dorothy stayed the night, sleeping in one of the many rooms in the bunker. Sam had been knocked out as well, but Dean decided to stay up, consumed in his thoughts.

Soft pattering of footsteps coming down the side wall brought Dean out of these thoughts. Kya slowly stumbled down the hall, her feet bare and her movements rather sleepy. "What's up, sweetheart?" Dean asked, and the girl nearly jumped, looking up at him.

"S–S–Sorry, I..." She frowned to herself, "I–I had a ba–bad dr–dr–dream..." Dean rose an. eyebrow, "I... I d–did no–not wi–wi–wish to be in m–my be–bedroom by–by m–m–myself... S–Sorry..."

"C'mere," he said, holding out his reasonably larger hand, which she took. He pulled her into his lap, careful not to bother her injured wing. "What was this dream about?"

"A–Ah, well... I–It was a–about a... Bo–Boy... W–Well, he i–is an Eraser...."

"What's his name?"

"G... Grey."

"Did he hurt you?"

"W–well..." She fiddled with her fingers. "He–he did n–not have a–a cho–choice."

"Why?"

She looked away, "The W–Whitecoat. T–They thr–threatened to kill h–his sis–sister..."

"Oh..." Dean didn't know what else to say, he wasn't there and sure as hell couldn't possibly imagine what she's been through. He could only listen as she began to slowly explain the situation.

"... The–they put u–us in the P–Pit..."

"What's that?"

She looked at the ground, her knees curling to her chest, tears rising in her eyes. "I... I do n–n–not wish to sp–speak of it..." Her voice cracked and she seemed to get smaller in his lap. Dean didn't argue this, she was only a child after all, she's been through a lot, far more than anyone should have to go through.

"Why don't you get some sleep, kiddo," Dean suggested, but then her blue eyes grew big, her breath caught in her throat.

"I..." She cleared her throat, "I–I would ra–rather not, I... I–it was no–not a ni–nice dream..."

"That's okay," he coaxed, "In fact, I'm pretty sure Sammy left his laptop down here, let's watch some movies." Dean grinned mischievously, going to retrieve the device, and then the two watched movies for the next few hours, at least until they both fell asleep.

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Edited: 3/11/17