And we couldn't just knock?" The silky English voice of a young woman filled the silence of the car.
"He probably wouldn't answer" a man's voice responded as they sat in a midnight black 1967 Chevy Impala. The night was cold and the street they were parked in stood silent.
"Probably? I think you should give him some credit he's still your brother (her tone changed into a light hearted and flirty version of her musical voice) and I know that deep down underneath that rough leather jacket there's a big softy somewhere" She poked him playfully. A smirk appeared on his handsome face.
"Come on we got some breaking and entering to do" He opened the car door. She mimicked his movements and joined him as he leaned against his car looking up to his brother's apartment.
"You know I never broke that many laws before I joined you and your dad" The mention of his father name twisted his features into worry and sadness. "Were gonna find him Dean" she placed a hand on his muscular shoulder. She knew he'd do anything for that man but Kat and John never really seen eye to eye.
"Right always the optimist huh Kat?" He began to walk over to the large wooden doors that led up to their destination. Dean hadn't spoken to Sam in a few years but he had told her so much about him that she felt like she knew him already.
"Yeah well with everything I've been through I had no choice but to find the silver lining" She handed him a lock pick and began to survey the street for witnesses. Concentration washed over his face as his tongue slightly poked out of the corner of his mouth. "You look adorable when you concentrate" He opened the door and gestured for her to step inside.
"Thank you, ladies first" She began to walk up the set of dark mahogany stairs Dean following close behind her. She turned her head in his direction just in time to see him divert his gaze from her ass.
"Dean sweetie stop staring at my ass" she chuckled lightly.
"I'm offended that you think that of me" his voice filled with fake hurt.
"I've may have only known you for just over a month but that is long enough to know what you're like" She'd often catch him staring at her out the corner of her eye. They stopped outside the apartment number 7.
"And you've enjoyed every minute of it" He winked at her then knelt down to begin to pick the lock. They stepped inside the apartment was in total darkness apart from the pale moonlight shining through the window illuminating Kat's smooth pale skin. She gestured to Dean and began to make her way into the kitchen.
All she heard was a creak of a floor board and then a loud crash.
"Dean?" A man's voice came from the other room; she walked to the door way to see Dean pinning the mystery man to the floor.
"I'm assuming your Sam" Kat's question distracted them both.
"Don't worry she's with me" Dean laughed as he peered down in to his estranged brothers eyes for the first time in years.
"You guys scared the crap out of me" Sam began to relax as he panted for breath.
"That's cause you're out of practice Sammy boy" Kat laughed at Dean's comment as Sam flipped Dean so that he was now the one doing the pinning.
"Or not are you boys gonna play fight all night?" Kat took a seat on the large sofa that was placed opposite the large TV screen. She flipped her dark chocolate brown hair over her shoulder.
"Get off me" Sam helped Dean to his feet.
"Not that I'm being rude and it's very nice to meet you miss? ..." he moved over to where she was sitting and extended his hand.
"Kat" She took his hand, her silver bangles lining her wrists jingled as they shuck hands.
"Kat, but what are you guys doing here?"
"Well we were looking for a beer" Dean took a seat next to Kat placing his arm around her.
"Dean shut up. He needs to speak with you" She elbowed him in the ribs, Sam smirked.
"I like you" She smiled at him again he'd never seen Dean this affectionate with a woman he wasn't planning on leaving the next day. "Why didn't you just use the phone?" He directed his question at Dean.
"Oh I tried suggesting that but you know what your brothers like" He did far too well.
"If I'd have called would you have picked up?" Their conversation was cut short by the sudden illumination of the room.
"Sam ... who is she?" Jessica pointed at Kat.
"Jess hey. Dean, Kat this is my girlfriend Jessica" He went to join her at the hall way door.
"Dean your brother? (Sam nodded) and are you his ..." Dean smirked as he opened his mouth to begin an elaborate lie but Kat spoke before he had time to tell another one of his stories like the time they posed as a newlywed couple and he spent the whole day calling her honey and smacking her ass . It's not like she didn't enjoy it but she would never tell him that.
"No I'm his ... business partner" Her and Dean exchanged a smile.
"Yeah and uh I have to borrow your boyfriend here and talk about some private family business" Dean and Kat stood up simultaneously. Her black off the shoulder jumper hugged her curvy body perfectly and although she was average height standing next to Dean made her look smaller.
"It was very nice meeting you Jessica" She nudged Dean and used her head to gesture to Jess her hair moved revealing her pierced ears complete with two silver studs and a cuff at the top of her right ear.
"Oh yes very nice Sam can we-"
"No. No. Whatever you wanna say you can say it in front of her" He placed his arm around Jess's shoulder. Dean looked over to Kat and then to Sam.
"Okay. Um ... Dad hasn't been home in a few days" Kat reached up and adjusted her pentagram that hung on a black string around her neck.
"So he's working over-time on a "Miller Time" shift; he'll stumble back in sooner or later" It wasn't the reaction Dean was hoping for but Kat didn't think he got the point of the conversation.
"Sam sweetie you dad was on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days" The realisation kicked in and Sam's expression turned to worry.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside"
The three of them started to make their way back down the stairs out to Dean's baby; the Impala.
"I mean come on; you can't just break in, in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you guys" Kat and Dean's face held the same disappointed look.
"Sweetie your dads missing" Kat placed her hand on his arm.
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing then too, he's always missing and he's always fine" He looked at both of them in turn.
"Not for this long. Now you gonna come with us or not?" Dean smiled his dazzling smile.
"I'm not" He began to sound frustrated.
"Dean-" Kat began but was interrupted.
"Why not?" Dean shrugged.
"I swore I was done hunting for good" He looked at Kat who nodded, Dean had told her about the situation with their mom and the arguments between Sam and John. Kat would have sided with Sam but she would never tell Dean that.
"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad"
"Yeah? When I told dad when I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45" Sam stopped in his tracks.
"Well what was he supposed to do?" Dean turned to face him.
"I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say "Don't be afraid of the dark."
"Sam you of all people know what's out there if I'd have had a 45. When I was 9 my parents would still be here" Kat tried not to talk about her past but when she meet Dean and listen to him pour his heart out about his own tragic story she felt obliged to tell him about her messed up life too. Dean placed his hand on the small of her back and rubbed it gently, she smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry but - the way we grew up after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing, so we kill everything we can find"
"Save a lot of people doing it, too" Dean continues to walk down the hall. Using his hand to usher Kat along with him.
"You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Kat opened the door and they step out into the street Sam following close behind. "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors" Dean began to get angry and Kat could see by his face he was ready for a sarcastic outburst.
"De-"
"So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?"
"Too late" She rolled her eyes.
"No. Not normal. Safe" Sam attempted to keep his voice down.
"And that's why you ran away?"
"Dean don't scoff it's very unattractive" Kat tugged on his arm as if to tell him to give up and let Sam get on with his 'normal' life.
"I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing"
"Yeah well dad's in real trouble if he's not dead already, I can feel it. We can't do this alone" He put his arm around Kat and rested his head on top of hers pulling his best puppy dog face. A face that Kat cannot say no too.
"Yes you can" Dean straightened up still keeping his arm draped around her, she reached up and placed her hand over his her black nail varnish shinning in the dim light of the street lamp.
"Well maybe he doesn't want to" Kat smiled up at Sam.
"What was he hunting?" Dean removed his arm and walked to the back of the car opening the boot revealing their arsenal.
"All right, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?"
"So when dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?"
"We were working on our own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans" Kat leaned against the side of the Impala looking up into the night sky.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Kat laughs.
"I'm 26, dude"
"And I'm not his daughter besides I was hunting worse creatures when I was flying solo"
"All right, here we go. So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy (He pulled out a newspaper clipping and handed it to Sam)
"They found his car but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A." Kat and Dean had gone over that file so many times they could recite it from memory.
"So maybe he was kidnapped" Sam scanned the clipping. That was the first idea that her and Dean had come up with.
"Yeah well, here's another one in April (He handed Sam more articles) another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past 20 years, all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough. (He took out his phone from his pocket" Then we get this voicemail yesterday"
"(static obscuring Johns voice) Dean, Kat something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on (The tape then becomes inaudible, as the static takes over.) Be very careful, we're all in danger"
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam pointed out still not looking too concerned.
"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike isn't it?" Dean smirked at his brother.
"I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Gold Wave took out the hiss, and this is what I got" Kat played the message again.
"(A woman's voice) I can never go home" Kat raised her eyebrows at Sam.
"Never go home" Sam pondered the words for a few seconds. Dean threw his phone into the boot of the car and slams it shut.
"You know in almost two years I've never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing" He looks up at Sam.
"All right. I'll go. I'll help you guys find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here" He turns and begins to go back inside.
"Why? What's happening on Monday?" Kat straightens up and takes a few steps forward.
"I have this…I have an interview" Sam sounded a little uncomfortable discussing this subject.
"What, a job interview? Skip it" Dean's usual 'we have all the time in the world' attitude was the one thing Kat couldn't stand about him. He never took anything seriously.
"Dean-"
"It's a law-school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate"
"Law school? Sam that great congratulations" Kat turned her head to look at Dean to yet again encourage him to be polite.
"So we got a deal or not?" Sam looked at Dean.
"Well I can tell this is going to be one hell of a family reunion" Kat slid into the back of the impala.
Kat's stormy grey eyes flickered open the sound of Sam rummaging through Dean's cassette tapes filling her ears.
"Hey you want breakfast?" Dean was waving some breakfast bars and a few cartons of juice in their direction.
"Sure, where are we?"
"Jericho, California" Dean hands her 'breakfast' through the back window.
"So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and dad still running credit card scams?" Sam continues through Deans collection.
"Well sweetie hunting isn't exactly a well paid job" She used her teeth to pull open the bar.
"Besides, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards"
"Yeah and what names did you write on the application this time?" Kat and Dean had argued about this before if it wasn't stupid names it was famous rock stars eventually they were going to get caught out. Dean slides into the car.
"Uh…Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal"
"And what about you? Do you have a problem with breaking the law?" Sam asked hoping for the answer yes.
"No I don't mind the odd credit card scam as long as it's done the smart way"
"Sounds about right. (that bit was said mostly to himself) I swear man; you gotta update your cassette-tape collection"
"Why?" Dean pretty much shoved the whole bar into his mouth.
"Well for one they are cassette tapes, and chew your food it's a very unattractive quality" Sam laughed as he pulled out just a few of the many tapes.
"Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock" Luckily for Kat she happened to be a big rock fan but she knew that challenging Dean's music wasn't a very wise decision. Dean grabbed a cassette out of Sam's hand. Kat mouthed along with the speech she had heard so many times before.
"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole" He places the cassette in the player.
"You know Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam, okay?" Dean turned the music up.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud" He winked at Kat as pulled out of the gas station, a huge sign saying Jericho in 7 miles greeted them.
They drove for a few more hours, Dean looked back at Kat threw the mirror, she was asleep with her head resting against the window. He reached down and turned the music down.
"Huh it must be love if you're turning down ACDC" Sam hung up his phone.
"Your funny, what did they say?"
"I'm surprised she can even fall asleep with that blasting, (Dean's expression changed, Sam recognised this as his impatient face) All right, so there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something, I guess"
"Yeah" They arrived at the bridge where the accident had happened the night before. Police cars cordon off the area.
"So where did you meet her?" Sam turned in his seat.
"It's a long story" A very long complicated story.
"Yeah well with no leads and no ideas were gonna have a long time"
"Check it out" Dean gestured to the bridge, he pulled out a box of fake IDs. He flicks through a few then grabs two. "Let's go" They get out the car and start walking up to the accident.
Kat sit's up rubbing her eye's blinking a few times allowing for her contact lenses to readjust. She looks out the window to see Sam and Dean walking towards the car. From out of nowhere Dean smacks Sam on the back of the head. Kat burst out laughing as she wound down the window.
"Ow! What was that for?" Sam stopped but Dean carried on reaching the car giving Kat a hello nod.
"Why do you have to step on my foot?" Dean opened the door.
"Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Sam slid in the passenger side. "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean if we're gonna find dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves" Kat leaned forward so that she was in-between them both.
"Boy's calm down were gonna find him alright" Kat smiled at Dean who stared blankly at her. "Right?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"Yeah, come on let's go"
Kat sat in a computer cafe going through pages and pages of useless information about the history of the town. Nothing, nada, zip. She rested her head on the plastic desk.
"You pining for me sweetheart?" Dean wheeled a chair next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Nothing interesting has happened in this town in years, Sam's the collage boy why can't he do the boring stuff?" Dean kissed the top of her head as Sam slammed down his bag on the table next to them.
"Fear not my little angel as usual I have the answer" She lifted her head from his shoulder to look him in the eye.
"Oh really" Sarcasm dripped from her voice as she looked over to Sam.
"Local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial decades ago, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up their never seen again" Dean begins to type. Sam rolls his seat over to the other side of him. 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' No results found. 'Female Murder Centennial Highway' No results found. Sam sticks his hand out to take the mouse.
"Let me try" Dean smacks Sam's hand.
"I got it" Kat kicked his chair rolling it out of the way allowing Sam to take over.
"You guys are control freaks" He rolled back over next to Kat.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam looked over to Kat.
"Yeah so maybe it's not murder" He types in "Female Suicide Centennial Highway" a single result comes up.
"This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old; Jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river" Sam moves over so that Dean and Kat can take a closer look.
" An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute, she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die" Kat frowns.
"Our baby's were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband, Joseph Welch" Dean points to the screen
"That bridge look familiar to you?" They all exchange glances.
The three of them stood on the bridge as night was setting in.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive" Kat elbowed dean in the ribs.
"Dean don't be so insensitive"
"So you think dad would have been here?" Sam turned to look at them both.
"Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him" Dean look down to Kat.
"Right so now what?" Sam looked around.
"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while" Kat walked to the side of the bridge and looked down into the flowing water.
"Dean, I've gotta get back by—"
"Monday. Right, the interview" Dean went to the opposite side.
"Yeah" Sam sighed.
"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" The life every hunter secretly dreams off.
"Maybe. Why not?" Kat just stayed there looking at the rough water their family disagreements was none of her business.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean began to walk closer to him.
No and she's not ever going to know"
"Well that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are" He starts walking down bridge the bridge.
"Who is that?" Sam follows him.
"One of us"
"No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life"
"Well you've got a responsibility" Kat knew where this was going so she began to slowly walk to where the confrontation was taking place.
"To dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone, and she isn't coming back" Oh no! Say whatever you want about Dean but do not question his family loyalty. Too late. Dean grabbed Sam by the shirt and shoved him up against a rail on the bridge.
"Don't talk about her like that" Kat placed her hands on his back.
"Dean he didn't mean it he's just upset" He let Sam go. He turned to face her but she was distracted.
"Dean look" A woman in white stood on the side of the bridge. Sam turned in the direction Kat was pointing, the woman looks towards them and let's go of the rail she was holding on to and falls off the bridge. They all run over to where she was standing, but there was no sign of movement in the water.
"Where'd she go?" Dean and Sam continue to scan the water. Suddenly the Impala begins to start up.
"What the-" Dean turns to look at his car.
"Who's driving your car?" Sam looks at him but Kat already knew the answer Dean would never leave the key's to his 'baby' in the ignition. Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. The car started to drive down the bridge towards them. Dean grabbed Kat's arm and began to run shortly followed by Sam. They run but the car has no problem gaining on them. Kat pulls Dean over to the side of the bridge they all jump over the railings.
Sam and Kat dangled from the outside of the railing on the bridge. Sam struggled to pull himself up as Kat graciously flipped back over onto her feet. Her face held a expression of confusion as to how easily that movement came to her.
"Thanks" They both look around suddenly realizing that Dean was nowhere to be found.
"Dean! Dean!" Sam shouts down over the bridge. Dean appears crawling out of the water.
"What?"
"Sweetie are you all right?" Kat laughs as she see that he is covered in mud from the river.
"I'm super!" He signs 'ok' as he gasps to get his breath back.
"No need to get sarcastic with me!"
Sam and Kat watched as Dean went to check his 'baby'.
"It quite sad for a man to love his car that much" Kat looked over to Sam.
"Yeah, I've never been allowed to drive it"
"He's let me drive a few times but it's not worth listening to his backseat driving" They laughed.
"So you guys …" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Err no were just good friends, he's missed you, you know"
"Really?"
"Him and John are always telling me about you their little Sammy" And it was true if it wasn't John telling her about what the boys used to get up to as kids it was Dean telling her how he looked after him as a child.
"Car all right?" They arrived at the Impala as Dean shut the bonnet and sat on it.
"Yeah whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick—What a bitch!" Don't mess with his 'baby' Kat had once spilled a drop of coke on the dashboard once – talk about drama queen.
"Well she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure" Sam joins Dean on the hood of the car. Sam and Kat laugh at Dean.
"You smell like a toilet" Sam smiled the first time since the road trip had started that Kat had seen him looking genuinely happy to see his brother.
"Come on lets go find a motel" Dean stood up and made his way to the driver's side.
"Oh so you can get in covered in mud but when I was covered in vampire blood you made me go get a change of clothes" Kat placed her hands on her hips.
"My car my rules, get in stop whining"
"Screw you"
"No you'd enjoy that too much"
Kat stepped out of the bathroom freshly showered her medium length hair towel dried in a messy bun.
"Woman in White" Dean handed her a piece of paper.
"Dad figured it out" Sam sat on one of the beds.
"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, John would have found the corpse and destroyed it" Kat pulled out the brown plastic chair from the desk and sat down.
"She might have another weakness" Sam took the article out of her hand.
"No, dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean took of his mud covered jacket.
"No, not that I can tell. If I were dad though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive" Sam stood up.
"All right, why don't you see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up" Dean took a few steps towards the bathroom.
"Hey Dean--What I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry" Sam smiled weakly but Dean held up his hand to stop him from going any further into his apology.
"No chick flick moments" Kat rolled her eyes. They'd had a few 'chick flick' moments nothing to serious; Dean always lightened the mood with a witty comment.
"All right, jerk" Sam smiled his adorable, cute smile.
"Bitch" Smirk.
"Brotherly love" Kat shrugged with a wide smile. They were finally beginning to get on. Dean gave her a wink and shut the bathroom door.
Dean opened the bathroom door looking clean and smelling fresh.
"Hey guys, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner down the street. You want anything?"
"No" Sam was checking his voice mail from Jess and Kat was lying on the bed reading through John's notes.
"Aframian's buying" Kat giggled and shuck her head.
"Let me grab my shoes and I'll meet you at the car" He nodded at her and walked out of the hotel. Kat sat up and began to slip on her black and white converse; she began to tie them up when her phone rang.
"What's up sweetie you missing me already?"
"Babe, five-o take off"
"What about you?"
"Uh, they kind of spotted me. Go find dad"
"Dean-" She hung up and put the phone in her pocket. "Sammy let's get out of here" They managed to avoid the police and slip into the dinner that Dean was originally intending to go.
"What are we gonna do?" Sam's voice was filled with concern.
"Sam, Sammy calm down you go and see the husband and I'll get Dean out" Kat stood up.
"How?"
"Oh trust me it isn't the first time I've had to get your brother out of jail" and it wasn't fake 911 phone call get's em' every time.
"Fake 911 phone call sweetheart? I don't know, that's pretty illegal" She couldn't see him but she could tell he's be smirking.
"You're welcome"
"Listen, we gotta talk"
"Tell me about it. Sam went to see the husband surprise, surprise he was unfaithful, we are dealing with a woman in white. She's buried behind her old house. So that should have been John's next stop Sam's on the way there now. Dean I would have thought that destroying her corpse would have been your dad's first idea"
"He's gone. Dad left Jericho" Dean sounded disappointed and worried all in one.
"What? Sweetie how can you be sure?"
"I've got his journal"
"I've never seen him go anywhere without that thing"
"Yeah, well he did this time" He sounded frustrated she wished she could just wrap her arms around him and tell him everything was going to be ok.
"Dean were gonna find him"
"I don't understand, I mean what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?"
"I don't know sweetie but it's probably nothing ok just one thing at a time, let's go meet Sam"
"Right, try not to miss me too much"
"I'll try"
Kat arrived at the house; it looked like it had seen better days. The windows were smashed and the paint was yellowing and peeling. She noticed the Impala as she approached she saw Sam being straddled by the woman in white. Sam moaned in pain; she instinctively pulled her gun out (loaded with rock salt obviously) She aimed at her head. The shoot shattered the window, Deans not going to be happy about that. Sam started the car and drove it through the front of the house.
"Sam!" Dean shouts as he joins Kat guns at the ready running into the darkness of the house. "Sammy! You okay?" Kat ran to the car as Dean covered her.
"I think" He struggled to move.
"Can you move?"
"Yeah. Help me" Kat and Dean switched positions. Dean helps Sam out of the car and they are suddenly pinned to the side of the car by an old wooded chest of draws. They both struggled to try and push it away. Kat aimed at her ready to shoot but before she could the lights began to flicker on, Constance turned to see the stairs leaking water. She looked to the top of the stairs and her two children were standing there. They joined hands.
"You've come home to us mommy" The children suddenly appeared behind her. They grabbed her, she screamed as she and her children melted into a puddle on the ground. Sam and Dean pushed the dresser off of them and joined Kat to stand over the small puddle on the ground.
"So this is where she drowned her kids" Kat turned to look up at Dean, he placed his hand on her back.
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them" He kissed her head they had seen some traumatizing things over the years but that had to be one of the worst.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work Sammy" Kat smiled at him.
"(He laughs) I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face?"
"Hey, saved your ass didn't it?" She poked his arm as Dean left her side to go inspect his 'baby'. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you" He started to move the planks of wood from the wall off the car.
"Well I'll take responsibility for the window"
The three of them are driving down the road. The car has one headlight out which Dean intended on fixing as soon as they pass the next garage. Sam was looking on the map to find the location of the coordinates "35-11" their father had left the in his journal.
"Okay here's where dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado"
"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean used his mirror to look at Sam as Kat had shotgun – gaining her the power to change the cassette (a privilege only she had)
"About 600 miles"
"If we shag ass we can make it by morning" Him and Kat exchanged excited smiles.
"Dean, um…"
"You're not going" Dean already knew the answer.
"The interviews in 10 hours, I gotta be there" Dean nods.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home" Kat could see the disappointment on his face. After about an hour and a half Sam had drifted to sleep, his soft snores filled the car.
"Dean this interview it's important to him, he's worked hard for this opportunity"
"Right"
"Dean he has a girlfriend, a career and future"
"And we don't?"
"Well I don't know about you but I don't have a girlfriend and I wouldn't exactly call hunting a career"
"Yeah well we I think we could pass as a married couple"
"Oh yeah why?" A seductive tone filled her voice.
"Well we argue all the time and we don't have sex" He flashed a smirk her way.
"You're funny aren't you?"
"I am yes thank you … do you ever wish you weren't a hunter?" She thought about it for a few moments.
"No I wish that the way I got into the job wasn't so horrific but I like the adventure and I don't think I could ever go back to a 'normal' life"
"Me either besides there's a lot of perk's to the job"
"Oh yeah"
"Yeah"
"And what would they be?"
"Meeting you for a start" He turned to face her. He smiled a rare sincere smile.
"Really?" Kat hadn't had a family since she was 13 and she felt that the Winchesters were the closest thing she had ever had to one.
"Are we there yet?" Sam sat up rubbing his eyes. Dean focused on the road.
They pulled up to Sam's apartment. Sam grabbed his bag and got out of the car.
"You'll call me if you find him?"Dean nodded.
"Of course we will sweetie, good luck with your interview"
"Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"
"Yeah, all right" Sam started to walk towards the apartment.
"Sam. You know we made a hell of a team back there" He gestured to Kat and then him.
"Yeah"
"The three musketeers" Kat waved at Sam as Dean drove away slowly. They didn't get very far down the street when they heard Sam shouting and screaming. They both bolted out the car running towards the apartment. Dean booted the door in as they ran up the stairs.
"Sam!"
"Jess!" Dean ran into the bedroom pulling Sam out with him.
"Sam!" Kat began to run to the front door; Dean followed dragging Sam along with him.
"No! No!" Sam attempted to get free from Dean's grip to return to Jess.
"We gotta get out of here" Dean pulled him out of the room.
"Jess! No!" The room erupted into flames.
Kat and Dean finished up talking to the firemen that had extinguished the fire a few minutes earlier. They turn to see Sam standing by the boot of the car loading a rifle.
"This has hit him hard he's gonna need his big brother"
"I know, it's just it's been so long since I had to be a big brother"
"Yeah well you look after him and I'll look after you" He took her hand and kissed it softly.
"Deal" They walked towards Sam, Kat holding Dean's arm. Sam threw the rifle into the trunk.
"We got work to do"
