Chapter 1

Katherine was sitting in a diner just outside of Washington D.C. One of those fifties-diners people thought were deliberately retro, even though it had probably been there, unchanged, since then. Which Katherine knew was the case in this particularly crappy roadside diner.
She'd been there before, a few decades back. It hadn't changed much since then. It still had the grumpy waitresses and shifty-looking clientèle.
The only thing that had changed was a flat-screen now hanging on a wall above the bar. It seems that the owner had found the money to buy a flat-screen but not to call pest-control. Katherine thought while swatting a cockroach with the saltshaker.

'Can I get you something, sugar?'

She looked up. A short husky woman was standing there, holding a notebook and pen. The ginger-haired waitress (chewing gum like her life depended on it) looked very impatient and was letting Katherine know this by tapping her pen vigorously on the notebook.

'Caan I get yoouu somethiiing?' she asked again very slowly, seemingly thinking Kathy was either deaf or stupid.

'Coffee, black, two sugars' she answered, ignoring the voice in her head
Oh just rip her head off and get it yourself.

Focusing back on the twitching cockroach, the waitress waddled off leaving an unpleasant aroma of cheap Vodka behind. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed this but then she wasn't just anyone.

'You seem lonely' a man in a light brown trench coat was sitting in the booth opposite of her.

'I'm not lonely, Cas. I have you, remember? My stalker angel. That reminds me. Why did you say you were here again?' Castiel had an irritating habit of popping up in places you didn't want him too. Like for example, your bedroom when you have...company.

'I didn't say. What are you talking about?' he said with a confused-but-intrigued look on his face.

'Cas, it's...I didn't... just tell me why you're here.' She really didn't have time for this.

'Dean's mad at me.' He said almost pouting.

As usual.
'Dean's always mad at you. He'll get over it.' Katherine wasn't in the mood for this. His timing couldn't have been worse. He'll be here soon.

'Who will be here soon?' Castiel disrupted her train of thought.

'Castiel, stop listening in!' Kathy yelled a bit too loud because the waitress, coming over with her coffee(finally), almost dropped the coffee-can she was holding.

Kathy looked back at a Castiel that wasn't there anymore. Oh great. Thanks Cas. Now she thinks I'm a lunatic talking to myself. '

'You're welcome.'

I was being sarcastic!

The fact that Katherine was now staring at an empty space in front of her didn't make her seem less psycho. The waitress quickly placed a mug in front of her, filled it in record time, said: 'On the house.' and sped off.
At least her seeming to be crazy got her a free cup of coffee.

'They're so easily frightened.'

The voice came from a man standing next to the booth. He seemed to be very much out of his "comfort-zone" in this shady, old diner. Not because he looked nervous but because he looked too well-dressed to be eating here. He was wearing a black suit and tie Armani most likely (Katherine had an eye for expensive suits) and a ring on his left ring finger. It was a golden ring with a dark blue stone in it. It very much resembled the one she was wearing.

'Waitresses?' she asked, flicking the dead cockroach from the table.

'No. Humans.' he answered with a smile. He held up is arms like he was expecting a hug.

Katherine stood up immediately and gave him one. 'Elijah...I've missed you.'

'I've missed you too, little sister'

'So how long has it been? A decade or so?'

Elijah had ordered a stack of pancakes (to Katherine's surprise) and was pouring a red gooey syrup on top of it which came from a metal flask inside his pocket.

'Yeah..something like that.' she said distracted by the pancakes.
Elijah dug in. Noticing her looking at him with confusion, he stopped eating and said:'I've been dead since yesterday.' Which right after he began stuffing his face again.

'Oh okay.'

This seemed to make perfect sense.

'Is that why you called me?' Katherine asked, forcing Elijah to stop eating again and answer her question.(Which he didn't care for but did anyway).

'Among other reasons, yes.' He took one more bite and then put his fork on the shiny metal table.

'So there's something else besides you croaking?' she asked jokingly. This seemed to be a pretty good reason to call for some help.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin from the metal dispenser on the table. He clenched his jaw. He looked serious. There's my brother.

'I found the doppelgänger.' Kathy's jaw dropped. This can't be.

'What? You mean...? I thought Katerina was...? Are you sure?'

'Very. I saw her.' He said almost nonchalant.

Waiting for him to continue, she took a sip from the coffee she'd forgotten about. Eww, cold.

'I got a call from Rose, saying she had something I might be interested in. Remember her?'

Katherine, putting the mug down, had to dig deep to remember that one. Rose...Rose...Rosalie?...Rose... I only know one Rose. About four centuries ago...?
Ding ding ding. 'Yeah, wasn't she friends with that Trevor-kid? Brown hair, skinny, frog-eyes...'

'Ehm...yes her. Well I went over there and there she was. A human Petrova-Doppelgänger.'

He was staring into space. Like she was standing there. She wasn't. That waitress was though. She was talking to a client when she caught his stare. She disappeared quickly after that.

'So where is she?' Elijah woke up from his daydream.

'I had her and then...'

'You HAD her? What happened?'

'Then I died.'

Oh great.

'Oh great.'