Just a Little Bit

Here Again

P7 Here Again-
The Winchester Diaries:

It's been a month since the Winchester brothers and I had gone out in the little boat. I hated not having adventure in my life, but, I really didn't have room for it. I spent most nights studying, and on weekends I went out with friends. Rose's letters became shorter and less frequent, so I couldn't tell you what they were up to anymore. Campus life was quite, but nice, until my friends ditched me at a local club, got stuck with the bill, and had to walk home by myself.
There wasn't a star in the sky it was so cloudy, and the blustery fall weather caused me to bundle into my jacket. I took fast steps hoping to be in my warm bed soon.
"Tara." I heard a deep voice behind me.
"Sam?" I said softly turning around. He came into my mind first, not sure why. I saw under a street light the blue eyed man in the trench coat, "Cas!" I yelled, please he showed up, hoping it was just to keep me company.
He suddenly was right up close, in my face, "we need to talk, Tara. It's important. I wouldn't have hunted you down if it wasn't." He did look serious.
"Let's walk and talk, Cas, it's kinda late and I'm really tierd."
"I hate walking. I would rather just fly places."
"Me too, but, that just doesn't happen." I said receiving a puzzled look in exchanged.
We continued to my dorm room, he told me about Sam and Dean liking having me around.
"They, they had someone very similar to you, he's dead now." Cas said with loss of hope in his voice.
"Kevin, I heard. Why is this so important though?" I asked as I walked into the dorm and we made our way up the stairs.
"I want you, we want you to move in with them. To keep you safe, and help out, and be there." He said, eyes twinkling.
"Ummm, I promised myself I wouldn't get caught up in all the alien stuff. And I need to focus on school." I felt honored to be asked to join them, not quite sure why, but I almost died the last time, and Kevin did, who ever he was.
"It's not extraterrestrial, it's supernatural. And the bunker is weirdly close to your school." He protested. I sighed and gave a okay you win look.
We made our way to my room and packed up my stuff. I told Cas I was only trying it out, noting official. I still enjoyed a normal life. He agreed. Once everything was put together and ready to trudge to the man cave, Cas grabbed my shoulder and said "deep breaths."
With that, I was pulled to the bunker without time passing. "What are you!" I screamed once regaining my balance. Sam and Dean came running in.
"My apologize, Tara. I didn't mean to frighten you." He said nervously glancing up at Dean like he disobeyed his master.
"Cas! What the hell! I told you no zapping people!" Dean shouted across the room. "It hurts!"
"No, it's alright, I'm fine, just really dizzy and confused. Is he, a demon? Then?" I asked.
"You don't know?" Sam said giving me the your dumb look and walking over to help me with my bags.
"I am an angel of The Lord." Cas said in return.
"He's an angel of The Lord." Dean mumbled right after Castiel.
An angel? A real angel? "Why don't you have wings?" I questioned in awe.
"They're there. You just can't see them, yet." Dean answered me.
"Sometimes they have a tendency to just pop out in the shadows." He added.
"That was once, Dean." Cas argued back.
They jambored on and I glanced up at Sam. "They are like this a lot, now you know why I say they are dating." He commented.
I nodded in agreement, "it's cute."

The boys carried my stuff to the room they picked out for me. They told me how much fun it would be to have a kid with them again, although, I'm 19, kid is hardly the word to describe me.They said I would help with diner and Dean liked pie, I was told to assist Sam with research and Cas would train me. "Why am I here though. I'm nothing special." I asked while all the excitement was flourishing around the bunker.
"All in good time." Dean said winking at either Cas or me. Oh gosh was all that went through me head, that and I miss the tardis, I miss home.

Living with the Winchester was quite an experience. Castiel showed up often and kelp me on my toe for learning to fight. I made breakfast, when I had time before classes, lunch, and diner as well. I made Dean a pie every Saturday night if I wasn't on a hunt with them. If we were, I was in charge of making salt rings and keeping weapons at hand. Dean said I'm not old enough to be in real battles. On occasion my skills with aliens and time on the tardis came in handy. I knew a lot about a lot.
When the two brothers traveled, Castiel would get me if I was needed. Though, I still haven't gotten use to the zapping thing. I've managed, so far, to stay out of trouble, but, things were about to get mixed up around here. . . .