Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.
What is and What Should Never Be
Sam jerked out of his sleep, panting, gasping for air. No. The vision was still vivid in his mind; the blood, the screams. One two three, like they were nothing. God let us get there in time. His movement had wakened Kayla.
"Sam what's wrong?"
How can he say something like that to her? How does he find the words? "We need to go. Now." He got up and started gathering his things. "Dean."
Dean sighed and opened his eyes; he had been trying to ignore the commotion. "What's the deal man?"
His sudden rushed actions put her on edge. "Where are we going?"
"I saw him, the demon." He put his shoes on, Dean was already grabbing his things so Kayla did the same. For Dean it didn't matter the where and why, all that mattered was they find that damn demon. Sam hesitated before saying anything else.
"Sam."
He looked at her. "At your parent's house."
The color drained from her face. "What?"
Dean tossed her cell phone from the dresser and grabbed her car keys. "Let's go."
She followed them out; her hands were trembling as she punched in the number to her parent's house. There was no answer, which was fine, because they're not always home. She looked at the time, it was late there. That was ok too, because they could be vacationing. Or they could be sleeping, they were heavy sleepers. And Kyle never answered the phone past ten, so that's why no one was answering. It was just too late.
Dean pulled her out of her thoughts and made her get in the car. "Just stay calm ok? I'm gonna drive, we'll be there in no time."
Why would the demon be after her? She didn't do anything to it, and she didn't have anything it wanted. While they were driving, she kept calling her parents. She never got an answer.
It took them nearly four hours to get to the house. It should have taken six, maybe even seven but not with the way Dean was driving. They pulled into the driveway and got out, everyone just stood on the sidewalk.
Sam spoke first. "It's pretty quiet."
"Why don't you wait here and let us check it out ok?" Dean touched her shoulder.
She reeled away from him. "They're my parents!"
"And if we're too late you don't want to see that!"
She bit her lip and leaned against the car, she couldn't blame him for being right.
The guys went inside and started looking around the ground level, checking the kitchen and living room first. "Mr. and Mrs. Michelson?" Dean yelled.
"What was the butler's name? Kyle?" He looked around the corner and yelled. "Kyle?"
"Maybe they're out, on vacation."
"My vision was the master suite, let's go up there."
Dean nodded and started climbing the stairs. He didn't want to find anything, not one damn thing. She didn't deserve this. They reached the master suite, out of habit Sam knocked lightly on the door.
"Mr. Michelson?" No answer.
They exchanged looks. Dean pushed the door open then quickly stepped back and covered his mouth. Fuck. Both her parents were in bed, the torn remains anyway. Blood dripped from the ends of the sheets, spattering on the floor. The room was covered in it. Their eyes were wide set in terror and both their throats had been slit.
"Fuck!" Dean punched the doorframe.
Sam took a breath and went to the window, he found the sulfur sprinkled on the sill. This hadn't been a warning vision. There was no possible way they could have gotten here any faster.
Dean was furious. "Why? She has nothing to do with this."
"She's got everything to do with this. She's been here, she's been a part of it."
Dean shook his head and walked down the hall, he stopped when he saw the butler dead at the end of the hall. "We can't stay in here, we can't leave anything behind."
Kayla heard the front door shut but didn't look up as they came back to the car. They're dead, they're dead they're dead…
Sam swore he heard her, her voice, They're dead…but she was leaned up against the Impala not saying a damn word.
Dean looked at her a moment. "Kayla." She coughed out a sob and he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sorry."
She broke into another sob then covered her mouth, trying to pull herself together. Sam was suddenly overwhelmed with devastation, more than he should have felt under the circumstances.
"You guys have to go." She managed. "You can't do this, you can't be at another scene with dead bodies."
"We can't just leave you here."
"You have to." To distract herself she started pacing and put her mind on the surrounding details. "I'm still waiting for my trial, there's no warrant for me. I have to call the police."
"What are you going to do?"
She shook her head, her mind hadn't gotten that far yet. "Just do what you do. Keep low, I'll call you."
Dean hugged her quickly and got into the car, he didn't know what to say to her. He knew he should probably stay awhile, be of some comfort to her but he just didn't know how. Sam hugged her too.
"I'm so sorry Kayla. Call us if you need anything, ok?"
She nodded and watched them get into the car. Her cell phone was already out as they drove away and she made a desperate phone call to the police. It wouldn't be long before they got there.