Bailey waited until she was sure Sam and Dean were asleep or less likely to venture out of their rooms, and snuck out of her room and into the living room. She searched the room slowly, finally finding a broken ward that would have allowed the demon to enter the bunker at partial strength.

"Stupid demons." She muttered, as she looked for how the ward was broken.

"You won't find anything." a new voice to her said calmly, as someone new appeared in front of her.

She flinched as she looked at him, "You're ugly." She muttered calmly, knowing immediately that she needed to alert Sam and Dean.

"Moose and Squirrel got my present, yes?" he asked, confusing her with using his pet names for the boys.

"Who are...?" She started to ask, only to be interrupted.

"I'm Crowley. King of Hell, and give this to the Winchesters, its important." Crowley said, handing her a syringe filled with black and disappeared instantly in a swirl of red smoke.

"Sam! Dean!" She yelled, not knowing what had just happened, or why she was suddenly an errand girl.

Sam and Dean came running, neither one looked to have been asleep, much to her surprise.

"I thought you were both asleep... anyways... someone named Crow? Crows? Crowl?" She stumbled over the demon's name.

"Crowley was here?!" Dean demanded, earning a nod from Bailey.

"That's the name, and yes, he gave me this spellbound syringe." She explained, holding out the silver syringe that was filled with black smoke, from Crowley.

Sam took the syringe, looking at it curiously, especially the needle, and compared it to his injection site. "It definitely matches." he observed, sounding a bit grossed out at the thought.

She sauntered forward, examining both the syringe and injection, shaking her head slowly.

"He said it was a present... but this looks infected. How is that a gift?" She asked in confusion, looking to Dean for clarification.

Dean walked over to see what she saw and whistled softly. "She's right. We need to drain it." he warned Sam, watching his little brother cringe.

"If you say so... I'll get the supplies. Bailey, want to help me?" Sam asked, cradling his arm protectively.

She nodded, moving to help quickly, not wanting him to hurt his arm further. She followed him around the bunker gathering anything he said to including: two buckets, rubbing alcohol, a bottle of jack daniels, a knife, paper towels, gauze, dental floss, a needle, and medical tape.

"Anything else?" she asked, wondering about everything she already had.

"No, you may want to leave. This tends to lead to vomiting." Dean warned firmly, as Sam removed his shirt, and Dean washed the knife and his hands with the rubbing alcohol.

"I am okay. I'll keep Sam company, the best way to learn tolerance is exposure." She said calmly, ignoring the sense of unease that settled in her stomach.

Sam grabbed the Jack Daniels and downed half the bottle with a shudder. "Ready as I will ever will be." he said, resting his arm against the table.

Dean nodded slowly, took a deep breath and took a quick swig of the Jack Daniels himself. "You can try a small sip. But it will burn, its alcohol. Sam, I'm going to douse your arm in rubbing alcohol, so expect cold and pain." he warned, as he poured half the bottle of rubbing alcohol down Sam's arm, earning a hiss when it hit the injection site.

"Dang, that hurts," Sam groaned softly, as the injection site bubbled black goo slightly.

"Bailey, take his hand and don't let go." Dean instructed. He used the tip of the knife to puncture the injection site, earning a yeIp and whimper from Sam, as blood and black goo poured from the wound.

Sam squeezed Bailey's hand so tightly, she actually paled a bit. His grip really hurt which surprised her enough to make her realize that she was about to shock him, as her brandings lit up again and her eyes glowed silvery blue.

"Sam, let go of her." Dean yelled, forcing Sam to drop Bailey's hand, as the lights around them sparked out and she clasped the sides of her head in pain. "Bailey, talk to me." he pleaded, not daring to touch her, but still trying to help her.

Bailey stammered and stuttered, as pain shot threw her brain, ricocheting from one side of her skull to the other. "It hurts..." she gasped, her brandings glowing brighter as time passed.

"Shh its okay, you're okay. Focus on my voice, let me help you." Dean said gently, wanting to help in some way, but not wanting to be shot across the room either.

Bailey looked sideways at Dean, tears streaming down her face, as she tried desperately to focus on him as the pain was overriding all of her other senses, as her brandings were starting to hurt now as well.

"I can't," She whimpered softly, feeling her will power weakening, and knowing she was about to give into the pain, and whatever happened next.

"You got this," Sam said strongly, offering his hand to her, not caring the consequences.

"Don't you dare give up... You are so much stronger than that." Dean said firmly, causing her to look up at him again in surprise, seeing he had his hand extended to her too.

She could barely see him through her tears, but she could see the determination in his eyes, and knew he meant every word he said, and if he meant every word, then he had faith, so could she. She took a shaky breath, before taking his hand and Sam's hand, using both of their faith in her.

Sam and Dean hissed softly, as electricity shot through them from where her hands touched them. It felt they were being electrocuted, only it kept going, and it was messing with their bodies.

"Bailey, stop shocking us..." Sam said, starting to feel disoriented.

She dropped their hands, severing the connection, and calming their bodies down instantly. "Sorry. I forgot, I was shocking you." she admitted. She looked at the floor embarrassed, contemplating zapping somewhere far away to give everyone some peace.

"Its all good." Dean said, as he lifted her chin with his fingers lightly, seeing she looked flighty, her took her hand in his. "What do you say we finish torturing Sam?" he said gently.

She shook her head, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hand from his, only to have Dean tighten his grip faintly.

"I'm not letting go, you're not allowed to hide from me. I rebuilt you more than once, and now that you are human, I get to know you." Dean said in a rare show of emotion.

Bailey looked up at him in surprise, before squeezing his hand lightly. "I won't hide, I just feel like an idiot." She admitted, as tears pricked her eyes again.

"We all make mistakes, you are still learning what you can and can't do. So its okay, we aren't mad, in fact, I don't know about Sam, but I was worried. Every time your brands show up, you appear to be in pain. Is that true?" Dean asked, looking at Sam who was getting situated at the table again to clean the infection away. He moved to the table, guiding Bailey to his side, guiding her hands to grab the knife, and make the cut, cleaning the wound.

At first she was hesitant, but she quickly got used to it, doing as she was told, and learning the proper care. And the plus side, Sam didn't get sick once, so he didn't distract her at all.

"Yeah, my brands do hurt a lot. When they glow, its like someone lit my skin and bones on fire." she explained, as she wiped the blood and black goo off of Sam's arm. "Why is there remnants of demon blood in Sam's blood?" she asked, as she examined the blood she wiped away.

Sam sighed softly. "Do you remember Ruby?" he asked gently, knowing she would know the name.

Her eyes widened, and she closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I forgot all about all of that stuff. It was a while ago, I am sorry for bringing it up." she said quickly, looking at Sam with sad eyes.

Sam smiled gently, with a heavy sense of sadness surrounding him. "You didn't know." he said simply, with a halfhearted shrug.

She wrapped a bandage around his arm, after stitching the cut shut. "You're good to go." she said, watching him as he got up, pulled his shirt on, gave her a gentle hug, and walked away.

"Good night." Sam said simply, disappearing down the hall, in long slow steps.

"Night, Sammy." Dean said, as he cleaned up the medical stuff. "I recommend resting. I'll fix the broken ward, good night, Bailey." he said, walking down the hall with his arms full of the stuff Sam originally grabbed.

Bailey stood watching silently, before looking back down at the blood soaked cloth in her hands. "Dean, wait." She said, running after him.

"What's up?" Dean asked, turning to look at her curiously.

She stopped to catch her breath, before grinning huge. "What if I could help Sam purge the demon blood once and for all?" she asked.