~*****~

The Gibson house was lit up when we pulled in later that night. "I thought you said you'd convinced them to stay at a motel for the night." I growl. "What now?"

"We could tell them the truth." Sam says.

"Really?" Dean and I ask.

"No, not really," Sam shoots back.

Dean rubbed at his face for a moment. "All right, Sam and I are gonna take a closer look at the house, if anything goes down inside, we'll let you know. But for right now, you stay with the baby." Dean asks me.

I whine. "Seriously? You know it took two people to make her!" I call out after him as he and Sam get out of the Impala and hurry towards the house. I glance in the backseat to the baby and sigh. "All right, kid, looks like we're on backup duty again." Mary gurgles and promptly dozes off. I glance back at the house and the lights cut off. I roll the windows up in the Impala, leaving just enough of a space to allow air flow in each window before shoving the keys into my pockets and getting out.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up immediately as I gaze around. The tall grass began to rustle and I vaguely wondered if it was an actual creature, rather than a ghost. Something hard cracks against the back of my head, and I topple forward, my eyes blinking rapidly as I grasp at the back of my head.

There's another crack against my head and I'm out. When I come to, I'm somewhere dark, and slightly chilly. I groan irritably as I palm at my body. There's multiple wounds covering my body-- like I'd been turned into a pin cushion. I hear rustling near me, and my head lifts just a bit to see long, bow legs. "Dean?" I groan. The smell hits me as I try sitting up.

"Lottie-- oh my god--" Dean gasps as he helps me up. "Jesus-- what happened?"

I groaned again. "I dunno-- Got out when the lights went out." I explain and sit out the blood sitting in my mouth. "Dean, I don't think it's ghost we're dealing with."

Dean snorts. "Okay good news and bad news--" Dean says. "It's not a ghost. It's a human."

I grimace. "Humans--" I give a shudder and suck in a hurried breath. "Mary-- please tell me she's okay--" I ask wildly.

"She's fine, she's with the others, don't worry. We told them to hide." Dean expresses.

"Find anything?" I hear a voice call from above.

"Kinda--" Dean retorts. "Found her kitchen-- and our partner that went missing--"

"Oh, man, I'm so sorry--" The man retorts.

"No, she's alive--" Dean says.

"Wait-- what--"

"No time," I retort irritably. I follow after Dean as best as I could, my hands remaining curled around my wounds. I flinch upwards when I hear a scream and hurry towards the hole Dean emerged from just to see a man's head fall into the hall, still attached to the body, dead. Dean pushes me against the wall and covers the flash light he gave me. "Where's the guns--" I ask in a hushed whisper.

"Gone--" He retorts. "Look I'll explain later, but we need to get out here before Psycho Nell up there finds us." I want to scream at him, but I suck it in and nod.

~*****~

Dean's got one of my arms wrapped around his shoulders as we hobble towards the shed in the back. "You know-- all those angelic powers and you can't even heal your wounds right now--"

"I'd be able too if we hadn't just gotten off a hunt not even two days ago, Dean." I growl at him. I rap on the door as best as I can. "Sam, it's us--"

The door creaks open and Sam gapes as he takes in my appearance. Of course, I ignore him and press my forehead against Mary's before breaking away from them. "Who's she?" The other man, who I assume is the brother of the dead one we'd dragged out.

"Did you get Danny?" The blonde woman asks.

I collapse against the wall, clutching my side before shaking my head. "The kid? No."

"N-No? Well, where's Ted?" The woman asks.

"He's outside," Dean answers.

"Why doesn't he come inside?"

"Because we had to carry him out," I sigh. "I'm sorry."

"What does-- what does that mean?" The woman whimpers. "What does that mean that you're sorry?"

"Are you saying that he's dead?" The man asks.

"No. She's not saying that he's dead. You're not saying that, are you?" The woman exclaims.

"We were in the walls, and she attacked," Dean explains. "And I couldn't get to him in time."

"Uncle Ted is dead?" The girl asked.

Dean nods after a moment. "I shouldn't have left him alone. I'm very sorry."

He leaves the shed as I slump to the ground. "Sam, did you find anything in the attic?" I ask through my teeth.

"Uh, yeah-- here," Sam says as he tosses me a small, leather bound book. "I think it's Rebecca's diary."

I flip it open and begin to read it what little light I have. And it's disturbing. Even with the constant bickering between the two adults, I concentrate on the diary. "Sam--" I say softly. I lift my hand up and he hauls me upwards. I stifle back the hiss of pain.

"Should you be moving around with those injuries?" Susan asks-- thankfully they'd kept saying their names-- as I grasp at the door.

"Happens all the time," I retort irritably before pushing outwards. "Sam, come on." I urge. My legs are shaking as we travel over the yard. "Dean-- we got to talk." I express.

We all step into the house-- something I didn't want to do with the baby, but we had to-- "What is it?" Dean asks.

"Rebecca's diary," I say as I jostle it around. "I read it."

Dean quickly closes the door to the closet he'd pulled me out of before answering. "And?"

"That girl that cleaned my clock?" I ask. "I'm pretty sure she was Rebecca's daughter."

"Rebecca had a kid?" Dean asked.

"It's all she talks about-- Being pregnant, being ashamed of being pregnant."

"Jeez. Rent Juno. Get over it." Dean snorts. "Wait-- why kill herself after the baby?"

"Maybe because her dad called her a dirty little whore and said he was gonna lock the baby up where nobody could ever see it." I retort.

"Why would he say that?" Dean asks. I tilt my head and purse my lips irritably. It takes him a minute before realization dawns on his face. "Oh, gross."

"Yeah."

"So, the daddy was the baby-daddy, too?" Dean says.

"Dude was a monster, Dean," Sam mentions.

Dean shook his head. "Wow. A story ripped from Austrian headlines. Humans, man. So she's been locked up in this house her whole life?" Dean asks.

"You saw her eyes," Sam says. "Has she ever seen light? She's barely human."

"Okay, so, what, then?" Dean asks. "She's kept caged up like an animal, and then she busts out and ganks dear, old dad/grandad?"

"I guess." I shrug.

"Well, can't say I blame her." Dean says.

"I'm sure her life was hell, Dean. That doesn't mean she gets a free pass for a murder spree." Sam expresses.

"Like you know what hell's like." Dean states.

"Seriously?" I snap. "Now is not the time, do you understand me? There's some crazed girl running around killing people that are just trying to move on with their lives. We can talk about this later, but right now, there's a little boy somewhere in this house, and luckily for us, she seems to like him enough to keep him alive." Sam and Dean stare at me in stunned silence. "So, where do we find her?"

Dean wipes at his face for a moment before sighing. "Kid's got to eat, right?" Dean asks.

"Yeah?" I trail off.

"He kept her hidden, locked up... But he had to feed her, didn't he?" Dean questions again as Sam echoes my confusion.

"The dumbwaiter?" I ask.

Dean beams at me. "Exactly."