A/N- sorry that the last chapter was short! I was doing it late at night on a school night and I wanted at least something to be published. I hope you're enjoying the story so far. And hopefully Lydia was right to trust Jack when he said he means no harm to her.........

It was an hour later that Uncle Blake and Cas arrived. Lydia had just about dozed off by then. But the opening door's hinges squeaked, causing her to wake back up.

"Hey, Cas...Hi Uncle Blake," she greeted the two. She herself noticed that she greeted the angel first instead of her uncle, even if Cas was the last who entered. She figured it was because it slipped her mind that this time, it wasn't just the four of them - Dean, Sam, Cas, and her.

"Hey, you feeling alright, hun?" Blake asked. Lydia nodded.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine. I've been in worse conditions than this," she answered. Blake nodded. He left to the kitchen, knowing that she had a lot to explain. He already knew, so he didn't need to be there to listen.

"So uhm...I'm guessing I owe you guys an explanation.." Lydia started.

"You damn right owe us one, Lydia."

"Dean, calm down."

"I've been like this since I was born...I never asked to be like this, I swear. My senses are keen like a wolf, but I'm not an actual werewolf..I'm sorry for never telling you, but I was scared."

"So you aren't effected by any full moons?" Sam asked. Lydia shook her head.

"Never have been, never will be...."

"What are you, exactly?"

"Lyr-shifter. I can easily shift into a Lyr wolf, but I usually don't unless in a case of emergencies...." Lydia explained. "Though, I'm only half Lyr-shifter....my mom was only normal...." she trailed off, shaking her head free of the thoughts about her mother.

"You never said anything about your mother...."

"That's because she was kind of a b****... Uncle Blake took me in when I was only 7.."

"Wow...."

"Yeah..anyways...can we not talk about that?" Lydia asked, a slight yawn escaping her.

"Alright, you need your rest..." Blake said, entering the room. Lydia smiled thankfully at her uncle before she carefully laid down, facing Jack, and fell asleep.

She slept through the rest of the day, and the entire night. She dreamed peacefully of when everything was all over, and they all lived happy, apple pie lives.

When she woke, she was surprised to come face-to-face with a sleeping demon. She clamped her mouth shut to stop her scream, because it was only Jack. He must of got uncomfortable in the chair and climbed into the bed next to her, hoping that she wouldn't get mad.

Lydia sighed and turned over. She checked her phone. 7:53 AM. 'Eh....today's a relax day more or less....I can sleep for another couple of hours....' she thought. She didn't even bother to care that she already slept for about 18 hours.

As she was about to fall asleep, Jack subconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, effectively making her the little spoon. Lydia cuddled into the unexpected warmth and promptly fell asleep. Because, after all, it isn't everyday that she gets to do this. And, though she'll never admit it to anybody, she has a slight crush on the adorable demon.

3 hours later, Sam came back from his run - that he ended up prolonging due a librarian that he thought was cute - and nearly did a double-take when he saw the two cuddled up to each other. He only merely shakes his head and snaps a picture to send to Dean with the caption 'Not everyday that you see this!'.

Seconds later, he gets a response.

'As long as they don't dirty Baby!'

'......says the guy who dirties Baby a lot.....'

There wasn't a response and Sam tosses his phone onto the couch. He heads to the kitchen.

Lydia blinked her eyes open. She realized she was still trapped in the demon's arms and she sighed. After a few minutes of wriggling around, she gets free and gets up before she gets trapped again. She grabs some clothes from her duffle bag that was beside the bed and heads to the bathroom to take a shower. She didn't care that she still had stitches in her side. She was going to take that shower one way or another.

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After her shower she walked out in clean clothes. She couldn't brush her hair because her side is sore. After washing her body and nearly messing up the stitches, it's been hurting and she barely was able to put her undergarment and shirt on. Since she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, she bumped into someone. She yelped in slight pain, expecting to land on her ass, but the person caught her.

"Woah, you alright?"

She looked up into Jack's eyes. She blushed slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He just stared at her. He knew she was lying.

"Alright...fine it hurts like hell, and I can't even brush my own hair."

"Where's your brush?"

"...why?"

"Where is it?"

"On the bathroom counter, why?"

Jack carried her carefully over to her bed, telling her to stay there, before leaving the room. Seconds later, he appears with the said brush in hand.

"Jack, no, I can brush it another time!"

"Nuh-uh, I'm brushing it. Sure, you still look adorable with your hair not brushed, but you'll regret it deeply if you don't get it brushed, especially after a shower."

Lydia opened her mouth to continue protesting, when suddenly Jack disappeared from her sight and the bed suddenly shifted. She sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with him. She felt him tug her so she was slightly closer when his legs on either side of her, and then Jack set to work.

It took Jack about twenty full minutes for him to make sure all of his friend's beautiful curls were untangled. Now he was contentedly running his fingers through her brown locks, every so often twisting them around his index and middle finger.

He was interrupted from his distracted mind when Sam came in.

"Uh....am I interrupting something??" Sam asked unsure. Jack huffed and looked away, crossing his arms over his chest, while Lydia shook her head quickly.

"No! Jack was just brushing my hair for me since I couldn't..." she defended. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Right. Anywho, Dean texted and said he'll be back in a few minutes with food."

"Yay!" Lydia cheered. She stood up and went to see if there was any coffee left. Jack followed her with his eyes.

"So...Jack...Did you even tell her yet about yourself?" Sam asked him.

"No, I was going to wait until she's completely healed..." the half-demon answered. Sam nodded.

"Should be a couple of weeks at least. But you'll have to tell her then, or Blake will..."

Jack nodded. "I will, don't worry..."