Strange Things Did Happen

Learning

A/N - I apolagize for not updating in so long! I'll try to be better, I've just been on and off with being sick and feeling bad physically and mentally, and to be honest, I forgot about updating. Again, I apolagize.

Haley was still laying on the bed, not yet unchained. She felt a lot better, and hesitantly held out her arm.

"... What are you doing?" Castiel asked.

"If you want to test what hurts me, you can."

"What? No. Not right now, at least." Dean stated firmly.

"But she offered, Dean." Cas added, confused on why he wasn't accepting what she had said. She offered, it's the same thing as offering a drink to someone, he figured.

"You're being a heartless little teen now. I said no." Dean huffed, "You really don't know how this works."

"Heartless litt- Dean, you're not being amusing." Castiel blankly stared at Dean, irritation clear in his eyes and voice.

"Is that offensive?" Dean raised an eyebrow. He found it quite funny himself, holding back a snicker. Sam rolled his eyes, as entertained as Castiel was.

"No, I just-... Nevermind."

"Mmh, okay." Dean gave a slight nod after doing his "cute thinking lip thing" before going to his bag to get his computer.

Sam was reading a book, and glanced up when the door opened, Kat walking into the hotel room, holding a few grocery bags and placing them on the bed after holding the door for Dean who walked out.

"I hate cashiers." She said simply, sitting down in the chair next to Sam, who had been watching her since she had walked in, noticing her look of agitation when she first opened the door.

"Why? What did one of them do?" He questioned, closing the book so he wouldn't be tempted to read as she talked.

"I just hate all of them for always taking their sweet time putting the groceries in the bag. No, I don't want to talk to you, just ring up my things, and let me pay and leave. So annoying."

"Ah. Okay." He opened his book, and Kat read over his shoulder before getting bored and standing up to go look outside.

Dean held open the door for her, as he had just come back from the Impala, his duffel bag in hand. He plopped it down on the table, taking out his laptop,

"So... Haley, if you're willing to let us test on you, are you willing to answer questions?" he turned on his computer, looking up at her.

"I suppose, as long as I'm fine with the question. I see no reason to not be fine with any question, so.... How do you say this..? ...Ask away." She looked back up at him.

"Alright, first thing first, even though I once asked this before. How many of 'your kind' is left? Anyone you have'nt told us about?"

"Just my sister, my aunt and I. That's all. The rest were killed, surprisingly by leaving Purgatory. Too intense I guess."

"Mh... Next question. What the hell are you? What monster from Purgatory are we hanging at with? We have an angel AND Leviathan AND something."

"Well, to be honest..."