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Sam stood in front of his brother and Mikey, who looked like a child who had just gotten in trouble for stealing out of the cookie jar. He knew that the two of them were waiting for his discovery and were hanging on his every word. "Well?" Dean pressed, very impatient.

Sam walked over to the light switch and enlightened the entire room. "Like I said. I'm not entirely sure."

"Well, is she on the good side?"

"She's right here!" Mikey yelled, irritated that Dean decided to talk around her. "And of course I'm on the side of good."

"She's good," Sam said. "Regardless of what I just figured out."

"Sam, I'm getting tired of skirting around the answer. What is she?"

Sam moved to stand directly in front of Mikey, so she could feel him. "You're a wise one," Sam said. "A sage."

Mikey's eyes widened at the suggestion. Then she laughed. "That's ridiculous," she scoffed.

"Really?" Sam asked incredulously. "Because you can't interchange your three senses."

"What are you talking about?" Mikey asked.

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil."

"Oh, the three little monkeys," Dean said. "They're so cute."

"So, you're calling me a monkey," she said, her voice not hiding her disgust.

"No," Sam said. "You're not a monkey. But you're what those three represent. What I don't understand is why there isn't three of you with one sense missing instead of one of you with the senses that interchange."

Mikey put her hand down and felt for the bed. She sat when she found a safe enough position from the edge of the bed. "How did you find out?" Mikey asked.

Dean took a seat on the bed across from her and Sam took the seat next to him. "You slipped when you were thrown out of your Latin trance," Dean said.

"And when you said Gabe. I remember when dad talked about a guy who did the same thing, the whole being a messenger. And that was his name."

"And why don't I remember this?"

"Because you were out cold from sedatives."

"When was this?"

"Does that matter right now?" Sam asked, irritated. He turned his attention back to the sapere. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you more information. But that's basically how I knew."

"I see."

"You lied to us, Mikey," Dean said.

"How?" Mikey asked. "I didn't lie. I said you'd find out about me in due time. Granted a lot sooner than I had expected, but still."

"She did say that," Sam said, defending her.

Dean pushed his brother so that he almost fell of the bed. "Shut up, Sammy." He turned his attention back to the girl on the opposite bed. "So, it's true. You're a sage." Mikey nodded, finally acknowledging the truth. "Why wouldn't you just tell us?"

"Because I'm on a mission and I wasn't supposed to tell you guys anything until it was accomplished."

"What kind of mission?" Dean asked.

Mikey bit her lip, contemplating if she should tell the brothers or not. "I'm supposed to prepare for the war," she admitted.

"What?" Dean asked. "How?"

Sam knelt down in front of her and pushed her sweatshirt sleeve up her arm. He expected her to fight him, but Mikey just sat on the bed cooperatively. A brand different from the one he sported on his forearm was on hers. It was actually more of a tribal tattoo spiraling around her entire forearm. "You're bound to Earth," he said.

She gently pulled her arm out of his hold. "You make it seem like a curse," she said with a soft smile on her face.

"Isn't it?" Dean asked. "You're stuck here while there's a war going on when everyone else is sitting up there watching."

"They're not just watching; they're planning. Unlike you, Dean, we like to plan things out and think of the consequences."

"So, you're saying that I'm reckless."

"Yes," Mikey and Sam said simultaneously.

"I know that it's kept you alive in more occasions than not, but now…" her voice trailed off searching for the right words to say. "We're searching for ways to win this war."

"Well, have you found anything useful?" Dean asked.

"We have ways of winning. We have weapons that the side of evil knows and doesn't know about," Mikey said. "We're trying to make sure that the things their side knows about doesn't fall into their hands and we're trying to keep the things they don't know about a secret."

"And how is that going?" Dean asked.

"It's not the easiest thing in the world preparing for another war with evil," Mikey replied. She laid back on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge and groaned. "Not now," she pleaded.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Is another Latin conversation coming up?"

"No," she said. "I think I'm just hungry. Can you reach into my bag and just grab me a bar?"

"You sure you don't want real food?" Sam asked as he grabbed her a granola bar. He placed it in her hand and watched as she opened it. "I would probably get sick of those after one day."

"I'm pretty much numb to the taste at this point." She took a bite out of the bar.

Dean's face was a face of repulsion. "Yeah, that's healthy," Dean said. "Sammy and I'll go grab something to eat. Some real food."

"Burgers?" Sam said. "You consider that real food?"

"Better than a granola bar," Dean replied. "Sam, let's go."

"You going to be all right by yourself?" Sam asked.

"I'll be fine."

"And don't leave," Dean said adamantly.

The brother's walked out of the house and headed toward the Impala. "What is your problem, Dean?"

"Nothing."

"You said you trusted her," he said accusingly.

Dean bit him lip before responding. He leaned against the hood of the car and stared at his brother. "I do," he whispered. "But I think that there is a lot that she isn't telling us."

"That's probably true."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yeah."

Dean sighed, defeated. He got into the car and waited for Sam to do the same. When he finally did, they drove off to get food.

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When they got back, they saw that nobody was in the room, but they heard the shower going. Dean put the food on the table that Sam's laptop was on then jumped onto a bed. His brother sat on the opposite one and the boys watched some television waiting for their female companion.

She walked out wearing black sweat pants and a black longs sleeved shirt. "Ironic," Dean said.

She made her way over to her backpack and took out her whiteboard and a marker. "What?" she wrote and continued drying her hair with a towel.

"You're supposed to be a messenger for good and you're wearing dark and black colors."

She quickly erased the board. "Says you," Mikey wrote.

"I'm not as good as you are," Dean replied. Mikey hung the towel on a chair and let her dark, auburn hair fall to her lower back. "The food in the bag is for you."

"Thank you."

They watched her as she took only the fries out of the bag. She took a seat at the edge of the bed Sam was sitting on with her fries in one hand and whiteboard in the other. "Why aren't you talking?" Sam asked.

"I need to see and hear you guys and the surroundings."

"How long does it take for you to change your senses?" he asked.

"Forty seconds."

"Just forty seconds?" Dean asked.

"Better than forty days and forty nights. But forty seconds is a long time. Especially in a fight."

She finished off half of the fries before she handed them off to Sam. "So, the whole thing about you being able to communicate telepathically is a lie."

"Not a lie." She erased the board. "I don't have a connection with you. I can do that with my brothers."

"Rafe and Gabe?"

She nodded. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she wiped it away before Sam could. "They're preparing for the battle." She laid back on a pillow and closed her eyes. They boys thought that she had fallen asleep, but she was biting her lip to prepare to say something. "There is something different about you Winchester boys," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in your profession, you've never heard of a hunter team working so well. I've always heard of individuals and independents, and help from others when needed. But never an official team. And when I do see a team, it never works because one person is always afraid the other is going to get hurt. They're vulnerable and afraid. But with you guys, I still see the sacrifices you take for each other, and you're so good at hiding your fear until you the job done. You just meld well together."

"We're brothers."

"But I've seen attempts at brother hunters trying to work together. Instead of letting that get in your way, you use it. It keeps you grounded and not stupid."

"Most of the time," the brothers replied.

Mikey let out a long yawn. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."

"You can sleep if you want to," Sam said.

"Just give me a pillow and I'll take the floor," she said, sitting up.

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Sam, it's okay."

"You're sleeping in the bed. We'll share."

"Fine," Mikey conceded. She laid back on the bed and yawned one more time. "Good night."

Sam watched as her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. "So, we have a sage in our presence," Dean said as he turned the TV volume down. "Are you calling Bobby or am I?"

"You can do it in the morning."

"Okay. I'm going to shower then get some shuteye. You better do the same. We should head out early tomorrow to find more out about the Luyong thing." Sam let out a short laugh. "What?"

"I was just thinking. The Luyong is a girl. So technically, we are here because of a chick on a napkin."

"Funny," Dean said. He stood up went into the bathroom to shower.

Wow. I've been gone for a long time from this story. I'm sorry. Well, here is the next chapter. I guess this is my birthday gift to all you guys. Thanks to all of you guys for waiting. Thanks for all of the great reviews for the previous chapters. I hope this chapter turned out all right. Thanks for reading. Please review. Lil-Rock