Dean was the first to wake up, looking around in complete confusion. He knew they were in the bunker, but how they got there was beyond him. He moved suddenly. waking Bailey up who was asleep against him.

"Dean, you okay?" Bailey asked in concern, hoping he wasn't hurt or something. She looked him up and down, not seeing any sign of injury but what did she know? She had only been human for about a day, maybe five.

"How did we get to the bunker?"Dean asked, his voice sounded a bit panicked.

"Relax, Dean, I asked Cas to send us here. He said we needed to get here right away; it sounded really urgent, I think the wards were broken or something." Bailey rambled, not really paying attention anymore.

"The wards weren't broken, demons and angels were converging on our motel room, tracking her power. Look," Sam said, turning the television up that was on for some odd reason. He had just woken up, to see that the television was showing their motel room had been blown up.

Baileys eyes widened in fear, her hand going to cover her mouth, as silent tears traced their way down her cheeks. "We almost died..." she whispered.

Sam looked at Bailey, seeing immediately that she wasn't handling the situation very well. He turned the television off, hoping it would break the trance on the woman.

"Hey, that was interesting." Dean protested, looking at Sam in annoyance. He didn't notice Bailey's predicament until Sam motioned toward her, drawing his eyes to her. "Bailey, honey, why are you crying?" he asked gently, pulling her into a hug.

Bailey didn't fight Dean, as he hugged her, since it made her feel safe. "We could have died... because of me. I need to leave, so you two don't die." She said in a panic, as she struggled in his arms, even as he tightened his grip on her faintly.

"Bailey, stop!" Dean said firmly, stopping her instantly. "You aren't leaving, we are in this together."he said, earning a nod of agreement from Sam.

"But you could die, Sam could die."Bailey argued, a look of devastation crossing her features.

That look made Dean want to kiss her, kiss away her tears and make her laugh again. Anything to bring back her beautiful smile, and take away her anxiety. But deep down, he knew she wasn't ready for something so complicated. He realized after a moment that she was trying to argue with his no leaving.

"Honey, we care about you, and almost dying is a normal day for us." he admitted, as Sam looked at him in confusion.

"What Dean is trying to say, is we will be crushed if you leave. " Sam chimed in. getting up from his chair stiffly. "Gotta stop sleeping in chairs." he mumbled to himself.

Bailey giggled, sniffling her tears away. "I'll be sure to tell Cas." She said, a big smile, brightening up her face and effectively snapping her out of her trance. "I won't leave." she promised, feeling Dean relax against her.

Dean relaxed immensely, as he kissed the top of her head. "Who's hungry?" he asked, looking for a distraction of any kind.

"You.." Sam teased, earning a playful glare from Dean.

"Besides me," Dean clarified, looking down as he felt Bailey stiffen in his arms.

As Bailey stiffened, her hands shot to the sides of her head, causing all the lights in the room to spark out. She cried out softly, gritting her teeth and applied as much pressure as she could on her head. Voices clamored in her head, as she had accidentally tuned into angel radio, which she only figured out after she heard Cas' voice in her head too.

Cas arrived a bit more ungracefully than normal, landing in a heap on the floor. "Bailey, stop! You'll alert the others."He gasped out, looking like he had just been in quite a tussle.

"Cas, you okay?" Dean asked, surprised by the angel's disheveled and injured vessel.

"Fine, she needs to stop. She is connected to angel and demon at the same time. Just stop thinking about it." Cas explained, realizing Bailey probably didn't know how to disconnect from the angel and demon radio.

Bailey panted hard, trying to catch her breath, as she stopped thinking briefly enough to disconnect. "How did I do that?" she asked aloud, not really anyone in particular.

"You can turn it on and off, by connecting to your grace mentally. Only since your grace is silvery-red, you have connections to both angels and demons." Cas explained, as all three looked at him in confusion.

"Um... one problem with that theory, I heard other voices too. Not just dark and light voices, I could hear more." Bailey said calmly, earning a surprised look from Sam and Dean.

"You could tell the difference?" Dean asked in surprise, tightening his arms around her faintly.

"Um Dean, relax please. Your arms are too tight on mine." Bailey pointed out, earning a sheepish grin from Dean, as he blushed and let go of her completely. "Now, yeah, there were four distinct voice groups, surrounded by lesser or undecided voices. Light, dark, grey, and human voices were filling my head." she explained, frowning deeply as she thought about it.

"So wait, you could hear us?" Sam asked, wondering what thoughts she heard from him and Dean.

"Not thoughts, conversations. I'm not sure how to explain it." Bailey admitted, looking perplexed, as she focused on one spot on the floor and made that her focal point.

"You could hear what was being said aloud, by all beings?" Cas asked in wonder, his eyes wide as he thought of the incredible power she had.

"For humans and the grey, yes. For angels and demons, I could hear all thoughts and conversations. Like the demon that beat you up and tried to force a deal on you for me." Bailey pointed out, earning a guilty looking angel.

"What?!" Dean choked out loudly, causing Bailey to flinch as his voice reverberated in her head.

"Can we just stop talking about this? I need to lay down, my head hurts." Bailey admitted, putting her hand on her forehead, relieved that her hand was cool on her skin.

"I'll show you to a room." Sam offered, giving Dean and Cas a look, as he stood up and walked over to Bailey and Dean. He offered his hand to her, which she gladly accepted, letting him pull her upright slowly. He looped her arm in his, leading her down the hall to a room between his and Dean's. "Rest as long as you need to, I'll bring you in some food in a bit." he instructed.

Bailey nodded silently, as she lay down on the bed and fell into an uncomfortable sleep. As she slept, she reconnected to the voices, allowing them to wash over her. She allowed herself to wander from conversation to conversation, never staying long enough to be noticed by anyone.

After a while she disconnected from the conversations, reveling in the bliss that was silence. She thought back to Cas' expression when she explained what she had heard, before deciding she was done sharing her abilities with him, only Sam and Dean would know the whole truth.

After making this decision, she fell into a relaxed, dreamless sleep.

Dean stood in the kitchen, working on making burgers and salads, as he thought over what had just happened. Cas had left, so it was just Sam and Dean in the kitchen.

"Is Cas a threat?" he asked his little brother, as he flipped a burger, before turning to look at Sam, who was leaning against the door jam.

"He did seem more interested in her abilities, as soon as she said she knew about his almost deal." Sam pointed out, frowning deeply, as he thought back to whether they should trust him.

"I know, I agree. I think we should encourage her to hide as much of her abilities from him as she can." Dean said, as Sam nodded in agreement with him. "Did she seem okay, when she laid down?" he asked, concern leaking from his voice.

"Just a migraine, i think." Sam said hesitantly, as he looked down the hall, surprised to see Bailey walking their way. "You okay, Bailey?" he asked, when she saw him.

"I was worried about you and Dean... Is it okay if we don't tell Cas anymore about me?" Bailey asked, looking at anything but the men in the room, after she walked into the kitchen.

"We were going to recommend that." Dean said with a chuckle, that warmed Bailey all the way through, and put a smile on her face that went all the way to her eyes.

Sam shook his head, wondering if the in love aspect of his vision, was the two before him.

"Food's up, burgers and salads." Dean said, screwing up his face as he said salad. He handed Sam a big salad, and offered both to Bailey, as he took a burger of his own.

They all walked out to the living room with beers and food, to sit down and eat.

Bailey examined her food curiously, before taking a bite of the salad and smiling as the flavor washed over her tastebuds. She took a big bite of the burger, her eyes widening in surprise. "These are delicious!" she exclaimed, digging into both like she had never eaten before. Which she hadn't.

Dean and Sam burst out laughing, watching her devour her food with a viciousness that left them a little freaked out.

"Try the beer." Dean suggested, having a feeling she wouldn't like the beer very much.

Bailey took a big swallow, before choking on it, and handing it to Dean. "That is vile, like yuck. Worse than giving me the wrong gasoline." she said with a shudder.

Dean shook his head, handing her a different bottle, that was filled with a fizzy orange soda. "Try this, its way better." he suggested, as she went back to eating to get rid of the vile taste.

Bailey took a small sip, before smiling and swallowing a big drink of the soda. "Yum!" she said excitedly, clapping her hands together once she put the drink down.

The three finished eating, before heading back to the living room area. Dean and Bailey curled up on the couch, and Sam in the chair again.

Before long, their full stomaches had all three sleeping through the nightly news.