"Tony. Shut the fuck up, I know she's a human. What have I told you two about bringing a human down here? She can't go back home now." Dean growls, slamming his hands beside his hips angrily.

My heart dropped. "I can't go home?... But I won't tell a soul, please. I have a family." You begged, Dean glaring at you, then a girl with brown hair rests a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean. Be nice." She says in a charming tone. She was so beautiful to you, it was hard not to stare into her strange blue eyes. Her gaze locked on you and immediately you saw pity was over her face.

Why did she feel sorry for me? She walked up to you, stroking your hair like your mother does when you're scared or nervous. "We can't do that just yet... You'll have to gain our trust in order for us to let you go." She told me.

You somehow felt yourself trusting her. Was she one of them? No. She's, she's —perfect. She just giggles at you. "Ya know. Hanging out with a human doesn't feel so bad, after all, it'll make me feel young again." She smiled over at Dean who blushed deeply.

He crossed his arms, gesturing in a flustered tone. "So. You're saying I make you feel old, an you need some girl on girl time?" He asked her.

"Yeah. Something wrong with that? I can't hang out with Ashton, she hates my guts. I wonder why." The girl rolls her eyes and glares at the guy again.

"You two should get married already!" Tony growls.

"Getting there Tony." Dean rolls his eyes.