Chapter Three:

After Kya finished, she quickly fell asleep, too exhausted to go downstairs anyway. She carefully took all the glass shards and dumped them in the trash can beside the door. Then, she shook out the thin blanket that covered the bed, getting whatever left over shards out. Finally, she slept on top of the covers with her back to the door, and her wings folded and pressed tightly to her back.

It had been nearly an hour. Sam and Dean were working downstairs, when suddenly Sam found a case; Three navy men at a base three hours from the bunker, and simultaneously, three dead bodies were found in their places on one of the buses. Deciding that this was interesting enough, Sam and Dean decided to check it out, but not before Sam went to check on Kya. She had been awfully quiet, and he wanted to make sure she was still okay.

He quickly approached room 30, and knocked on the door, "Kya? You okay?" After a few moments of silence, he deiced to open the door.

The room was dark, Kya slept peacefully on the bed, her back to the door. She must've fallen asleep after she finished fixing herself up. He quickly went to her side, shaking her away, "Kya?"

She quickly opened an eye sleepily, looking at him, "Y–Yes Mr. Sam, sir?" She asked with a yawn.

"Dean and I are going to go out so Kevin'll be downstairs if you need anything," he reminded, and she nodded absentmindedly.

"M'kay," she murmured, quickly falling back asleep. Sam chuckled, and decided to let her sleep, and left the room silently.

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Kya woke up several hours later. She could hear loud, grunting from one of the rooms from inside the Bunker, near her.

She shot out of bed, not bothering to worry about the inevitable sharp pains in her shoulder. Instead, she raced down the hall, multiple scenarios ran through her head at once. What if the Erasers came here!? What if they were hurting Mr. Sam and Mr. Dean?!

This only urged her to run faster, until she found a door, which was opened, and she hurried in.

Inside was the man from the other day. He was holding some kind of sharp metal object and was repeated hitting another man, who had been tied in a chair with it.

Her eyes widened to saucers and she took a step back instantly, but accidentally bumped into a shelf and knocked an entire box of loose papers down. Kya 'eep'ed, turning around to fix them, but they both bad already seen her.

The man in the chair smirked, "What's this, hmm? Another kid the Winchesters are using? What's your name, kid?"

"Shut up!" Kevin hissed harshly, hitting the silvery bat on his fingers again. Then, he turned to Kya, "This–This isn't want it looks like..."

Kya simply watched the two, wide-eyed. Somehow, she lost her voice to answer, she was simply too terrified. Then, she turned around and bolted down the hall. Kevin tried to keep up, but with her enhanced speed, she was easily able to get away, giving her enough time to hide herself in her room and lock it.

Her mind was scrambled as she tried to think of what she had just seen. Who was that man in the chair? Why was the man who had shot her, trying to hurt him? And better yet, were Mr. Sam and Mr. Dean going to hurt her?

Kevin, certainly not being as fast as her, took a few minutes to catch up, but he finally made it to room 30, the only logical room for her to be in. He knocked on the door, "Hey, uh..." He struggled to remember her name, "Kya, right? I–I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." The child didn't answer. She stayed completely silent, not daring to answer him.

Kevin sighed, knowing that he definitely screwed up. He decided to leave her be, hoping that she'd come out later so he could properly apologize.

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A few days later, Kya still hadn't unlocked the door, she simply stayed on her bed, wondering when Mr. Sam and Dean would come back. A part of her didn't want then to come. She was scared, and didn't want to get hurt like the man in the cell.

Kya already thought to fly away, but the windows were far too small, and were barred. Even if she somehow did get out, she'd have no possible way of getting out due to the barred windows. Not to mention the conditions of her wings at the moment. Kya wouldn't be able to go any more than five feet before falling again.

A rapping knock sounded at the door and she jumped. She hadn't heard anyone in the last few days, Kevin only came once or twice, but she never answered him. "Hey, Kya?" Sam's gentle voice came from the other side of the door. Kya's eyes widened as he continued, "You okay? Kevin told us what happened. Wanna talk about it?"

Kya was silent for a few seconds. Then, he could her the soft sounds of small feet pattering the stone flooring. A small click filled the air before the old metal hinges creaked and the metal door opened.

Kya looked very distraught. Her bright blue eyes were filled with fear. They were also red and puffy, she was crying. Her hands trembled near her side as she took a step back letting the much taller man into the room.

The lights were on and she climbed in the bed and looked at him, obviously being wary of the distance between the two. "So, uh... Kevin says he's sorry," Sam began, lowering himself on the edge of the bed. She didn't reply, she only looked at her hands, so Sam continued. "He never meant to scare you. Crowley, the dem—er, man he uh, took Kevin's mom. He was mad at him..."

"Wha–What is th–that?" Kya asked in a small voice. Probably the first time she actually spoke to anyone in a few days.

"What's what?"

"A... A mom. Wha–What is that?"

Now Sam blinked, quite surprised by the fact that she didn't know what a mom was. "Mom? It's a... Mom." He rubbed the back of his neck, how would he, out of all people, know what a mom was, or does. And, how could he explain it to a child. He sighed, "I dunno. I don't remember my mom, honestly."

Sensing his sadness, Kya frowned, "O–Oh..." A awkward silence fell between the two again, but luckily, it was interrupted by Dean who swung by the door.

"Hey Sammy," he said, striding in. "The kid's sleeping — said he's been really stressed lately." He glanced at Kya, who had turned her gaze, and was now staring at her feet. "What's up, kid?"

Kya gave him an odd look, "I–I do n–not know... The–The roofing is–is ab–above us, s–so... Sto–Stone?"

Dean stared at her for several seconds before finally barking a laugh, and Sam joined in, chuckling. She jumped instinctively at the noise, "It's a saying, sweetheart," Dean explained. She was just like Castiel. "It means how are you feeling?"

"O–Oh, uh, fi–fine," she mumbled.

"You hungry? Kevin said you hadn't came out of your cave since Tuesday."

She frowned, cave? "Uh–Uh, yes? I–I, um, thi–think."

"You think?"

She looked at the ground again, "I–I, uh, fle–flew a lot b-before I ca–came here... I-I usu–usually ge–get, uhm, rea–really h–h–hungry after fly–flying l–long dis–dis–distances..."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I, uh, di-did not kn–know I was... A–Allowed," she explained.

"Look, kid," Dean said seriously, "Whenever you get hungry, just tell us. You don't even have to ask, just say your hungry, and we'll work it out."

She blinked, "Oh–Oh, ok–okay. I–I am so–sorry, Mr. Dean, sir..."

"You don't have to apologize," Dean sighed, she was so shy.

"Oh... So–Sorry," she froze, seeing her problem. "Wa–Wait, n–no, I a–am sorry— I–I mean, I–I..." She stammered, helplessly trying to fix her problem.

Dean chuckled at her awkwardness, ruffling her messy, tangled knots, "S'okay, no need to freak out."

"O–Okay..." She said, looking at her feet meekly.

"So, are you hungry?" Dean asked, going to the original question.

"Ah, ye–yes..." She said in a quiet voice. Dean stood up with a smile.

"Awesome. There's a burger joint down the road, I'll pick up some stuff from there," he grinned.

"Dean, she needs real food," Sam scolded.

"Burgers are real food!" Dean indigently argued.

"You know what I mean! Vegetables! Fruits! Not some greasy, roadside burger place!"

"Hey, it's not half bad, and it'll do her good. Put some meat on her bones!"

Kya tugged the end of Sam's long shirt to grab his attention, "M–Mr. Sam, sir?"

"Yeah, what's up?" He asked, looking down at her. Sam vaguely wondered how old she was. Kya looked no other than eight, but she was also pretty short, giving her more of the six year old vibe.

"U-Uh, can–can I co–come wi–with you...?" Kya meekly asked. Even though they insisted that the other male in the Bunker, Mr. Kevin, was no threat, she didn't feel quite safe staying here, even if he was harmless.

"Course you can, sweetheart," Dean grinned, before turning to his younger brother. "Someone needs to stay here and watch Kevin. We can get your rabbit food tomorrow, right now we need something quick to eat, and I'm not cooking so fast food it is."

Sam frowned, knowing that he was right, "Fine. I'll watch Kevin, but I'm going to the grocery store tomorrow." He grabbed Kya gently by the hand, making her jump at the touch, but other wise not say anything. "I'll get her washed up and ready to go." With that, the two went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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Edited: 3/10/17