"...I'm sorry...but no. ah...it's probably just a difference of time. Dean and Sam had a bit of the same problem with me." God love them, she didn't understand half of their references but they still were patient and tried to explain things.

Running a hand through her hair, she was surprised that she was actually enjoying this. "And yes, Hayato accidentally scratched my face, but Dean...he's very protective of me. If he'd known that my wrist was fractured by someone here, I doubt even I could have stopped him from killing them." It had been a miracle that Dean had never found out exactly what happened. It was hard enough hiding it since they were living across the hall from her.