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"Dammit!" Dean yells angrily tossing his phone down onto the leather seat of the Impala. I place a hand on his shoulder. Trying to calm him down.
"We'll find them Dean, I'm sure they're both fine." I reassure him. Probably more for myself than for him.
He sighs gripping the steering wheel tighter. His knuckles losing their tan tone and turning a white shade. "I'm worried about them. They've never been MIA for this long." He says. It was clear he was worried about his Dad. I was defiantly worried about mine. Dean, however, was able to conceal his worry better than me.
"Yeah…" I mutter back. I was worried for the both of them; especially my Dad...
My dad is Daniel Hunter, Ironic I know. Hunter and Winchester. It's like we we're born to be hunters. I see it more like some kind of sick joke... I never thought 'hunting' would entail the Supernatural. My Dad and John have been hunting partners since I was around 5 or 6. They teamed up to hunt whatever it was that killed John's wife; Mary. Whichever monster it was also was responsible for my mother, Elizabeth's, death. My Dad and John figured it was the same thing, and the two decided to become partners; kill two birds with one stone. Or rather kill a son of a bitch with two hunters.
I can barely remember a time before the Winchesters. My Dad's been a hunter for almost my whole life. It all started after my Mom was murdered in my nursery almost identically to Mary. My Dad wasn't the same after that night; much like John. He became obsessed with the thing that killed her. Losing the love of your life might have that effect. I mean most people aren't pinned to the ceiling slashed and bleeding then consumed in flames. The investigators said it was an electrical shortage which started the fire. The thing is they didn't see what my Dad did. He knew it wasn't normal. Determined to find the thing that killed her he researched for countless days, months, even years. Eventually he discovered all the things hiding in the dark; all the things the world should be afraid of. From Demons, to Ghosts, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, the list goes on and on. Seems like it grows everyday with something new to worry about.
My Dad learned most of his knowledge of the supernatural from Bobby Singer; now an old family friend. They met a few months after my Mom's death. I was born, and raised for what little time, in Detroit, Michigan but after my Mom's death my Dad moved us out to South Dakota to live with his brother and his wife in Salem; a couple towns over from Sioux Falls. After a few months of staying with them our lives changed again, and not for the better. A few days after my first birthday my Dad went out, not even gone an hour, and when he got back my Aunt and Uncle were dead on the living room floor. Whatever killed them left me unscathed, and my Dad even more confused after that. After that day was when my Dad met Bobby. While the cops were investigating the case an FBI agent came along. Once he started to ask his questions my Dad knew he was a hunter. After the murder of my Aunt and Uncle we stayed with Bobby. Hearing my Dad's story he was more than generous to have us stay. Bobby became one of my Dad's closest friends along with John. Growing up and always staying with Bobby he ended up being like an Uncle to me. Family doesn't end in blood; is what he always reminds me. I would usually stay with him when my dad went out on a hunt, that is until I met the Winchesters.
I was around the age of 5 or 6 was when my Dad met John through Bobby. After swapping stories they discovered they were hunting the same thing, and they became hunting partners. That moment changed it all. After that I spent years with the two Winchester brothers. John and my Dad thought it best if we stuck together while they went to hunt the supernatural. We looked out for each other, like family, and still do to this day. During those years Dean and I became best friends. He was 10 when we met. He always looked out for me; like an older brother. In most ways he hasn't changed. Still an over protective moron. Occasionally a jerk.
Over the many years of moving from town to town. Motel to motel. School to school. We bonded; forming a weird relationship. We both matured over the years; in many different ways. A few choice words I'd use to describe our relationship now would be things like - Sexually frustrated; wanting to go there, but I was to afraid it'd ruin our friendship/relationship. Friend-zoned, but not at the same time. Weird; because we treat each other like brother and sister. It's just a hot mess and not a good one. A couple years ago I put my feelings on the back burner. In fact I moved it to a completely different stove. I knew Dean would never like me in that way. So for the best I've shoved my feelings for him deep down. Trying my hardest to hide my affection. Besides, Deans always been a womanizer, completely a hardcore ladies man. His checklist for every hunt goes exactly like - Kill the son of a bitch. Have a cold one with a bacon cheeseburger (extra onions), and some pie. Then if he's lucky shag a girl and move on to the next case...
The sound of Warrant's "Cherry pie" cut through the air loudly. Pulling me from my thoughts. Dean, in his frustration, decided to turn the radio on, and listen to some classic rock. I've known him since we were kids so I knew he was worried. He was trying to drown out his racing thoughts with some music.
I lean forward turning down the radio, earning a not so friendly side glare from Dean.
He released a breath, already knowing what's coming. "What Kat?" He groaned.
"You know maybe It's time to call Sam. Fill him in on all this." I suggest in hopes he'd call his brother. It's been two years since we've seen Sam. I know it's been hard for Dean ever since Sam left for college. His Dad and Sam had one hell of a fight before he left…
Dean sighs again; obviously contemplating my suggestion. "Alright…" He shrugs. "Looks like we're headed to California then." Dean tells me with a hint of a smile as he turned up the radio again, blasting some old rock. I just smiled excited we were seeing Sammy soon.
Dean and I drove all night, starting from upper Louisiana, he did the only driving of course; he's never let me drive the Impala and he probably never will. I'm okay with it, I've come to terms, it just means more nap Time for me. The only time we'd stop was to get gas, maybe some food, and use the bathroom. We were hauling ass to California; both of us eager to see Sam. Dean maybe more nervous than excited.
For now Dean and I were just happy to be back together. He just worked a case in New Orleans and I was working a haunting in upper Louisiana. Easy case. A spirit was haunting a family. Took me no longer than a week to find the corpse and torch it. When Dean finished his hoodoo case he picked me up and filled me in on what was happening with our Dad's. He told me about the case they were working and the voicemail he got from his Dad.
It took us the rest of the night and the whole next day to get to Stanford, California. It was Friday night now around five in the morning when we pulled up outside Sam's apartment building. After parking the Impala out back by the fire escapes the two of us were currently climbing the fire escape to the fifth floor. "This is seriously a terrible Idea." I voice my thoughts as we climb up the grated metal stairs of Sam's apartment. After climbing the stairs Dean went to one of the windows, already knowing it to be Sam's, he pulled up on it a smile gracing his lips.
"Bingo!" He chuckles pulling it up more so he could climb inside. I followed after him my eyes adjusting quickly to the dark apartment. Dean scoffed quietly. Probably at the thought of Sam living an apple pie life. My eyes scanned the room. For the most part it was plain. Light wall colors. Basic furniture. Obviously rented from the looks. I wouldn't have even know Sam even lived her if it weren't for the few pictures scattered throughout the apartment. Dean moved through the rooms quietly for the most part. Other than when he bumped into a side table. Which I scolded him for. Very stealthy.
I picked up a picture which was sitting on a dresser. The frame held a picture of John and Mary. I smiled at the simpler times. I quietly put it back when I heard the shuffle of feet along with grunts. I rushed to the commotions to find Dean with someone; who I assumed to be Sam pinned under him.
"Whoa, easy tiger" Dean laughs quietly. I knew by his tone he had a smirk plastered to his face.
"Dean! You scared the crap out of me." Sam says out of breath from being knocked down.
"That's cause you're out of practice." Dean says smugly before Sam flips him over pinning him to the ground with his legs. I chuckle quietly. Still unnoticed by Sam.
"Or not, get off of me." Dean grumbles laughing lightly. He forfeits tapping Sam's leg to let him up. Sam released him grabbing his older brother's hand, and helping him to his feet.
Sam still hasn't noticed me so I sneak behind him grabbing his sides. "Boo!" I say with a smile. He jumps before spinning around his elbow extended out attempting to hit his attacker. I ducked out of the way before his elbow could connect with my face. He looked down seeing me crouched down a smile gracing his lips. "Katie!" He says surprised.
"Hey Sammy! Long time no see!" I smile patting his shoulder before giving him a tight hug to makeup for the time he's been gone. After I released him I walked around him to stand by Dean. Spinning around as my eyes studied the room; which was a lot like the first, pretty plain.
"Dean? Katie? What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam ask us in a scolding tone.
"I was looking for a beer." Dean says patting Sam's shoulders.
"Oh! If you find some you better get two." I tell him with a smirk making him chuckle.
"Sam?" I hear a soft voice ask. The lights flickered on illuminating the once dark room. In the doorway stood a petite blonde woman. She looked confused once her eyes landed on Dean and I.
"Jess! Hey..." Sam starts. "Dean Katie this is my girlfriend, Jessica." He says taking a few steps towards Jess standing in the middle of the room.
"Wait your brother Dean, and Katie you're best friend since you were like 5?" She asks with a smile. Her tone made it obvious she was relieved, and clearly happy to meet some of Sam's family and close friends. I smile at her flicking my wrist out in a tiny wave.
I look over to Dean and notice his eyes traveled down over Jess's clothing. Or lack of. To say I wasn't jealous of Dean staring would be a lie. She had a crop top on the smurfs plastered to the front, and a rip going down between her cleavage, not leaving much to the imagination. Her shorts didn't help her case much either. Her mostly bare legs sported some pink booty shorts. "I love the smurfs." Dean chuckles, taking a few steps towards Jess. I roll my eyes at him annoyed. "You know I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brothers league." He says standing in front of her. I roll my eyes at his constant flirtatious attitude. He had to flirt with anything that breaths and has breasts. Even his brothers girlfriend apparently.
"Just let me put something on." Jess says clearly uncomfortable. She turned around about to walk away when Dean's voice cut through the air.
"No, no. I wouldn't dream of it, seriously." He says nodding his head turning back around. My face falters, jealousy seeping through my bones. I quickly shake it off before anyone could notice. Dean strides over to where he previously stood next to me; where I stood unmoved since the lights flicked on. He surprised me when he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, I shoot him a confused look which he doesn't notice. "Anyway I gotta borrow your boyfriend here. Talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you." He says with a smirk pointing to her; hoping she'd get the hint and leave.
Jess looks to Sam unsure if she should leave or not. I look at Sam seeing his face falter. "No." Sam states firmly "No, whatever you wanna say you can say it in front of her." He says walking to Jess throwing his arm around her shoulders much like Dean and I.
Dean sighs unsure of how to talk to him in front of Jess about our 'Family's job' and choice of 'Extra curricular activities'. "Okay. Uh. Dad and Daniel haven't been home in a few days." Dean states in hopes that Sam would get the hint.
Jess looks to Sam confused. Sam shuffles his feet before replying. "So they're working overtime on a 'Miller-time shift' They'll stumble back sooner or later." he shrugs it off.
I scoff, disguising it as a cough, and shut my eyes just to roll them. Get the hint Sam. Come on.
Dean looks down thinking of what to say next giving my shoulder a pat; sensing my frustration. "They're on a hunting trip and they haven't been home in a few days."
Sam's face drops realization settling on it. "Jess excuse us." he says monotonously before dragging Dean and I away to the door; heading outside.
"I mean come on you two can't just break in. In the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam yells quietly, so he won't wake his neighbors, as we walk down the steps to leave the building.
"You're not hearing us, Sammy. Dad and Daniel are missing. We need you to help find them." Dean reasons.
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the Devil's gates in Clifton? They were missing then also. They're always missing and They're always fine."
I stop walking when we reach the bottom of the steps turning to Sam. I look up at him trying to compose myself before speaking. "Sam I know my Dad! He calls me every week. I haven't heard from him in three weeks. It's not like him. Something's up." I tell him hoping he'd understand that it's serious this time.
"Dad's never been missing this long." Dean adds turning to Sam. "Now are you gonna come with us or not?"
"I'm not." He says simply. I scoff turning on my heels.
"Why not!" Dean yells quickly growing exasperated with this whole topic.
"I swore I was done hunting. For good." He states.
"Come on it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad." Dean turns around continuing down the steps Sam and I following after him.
"Yeah?" Sam scoffs as we walked down the hall that lead outside. "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45" Sam says appalled.
"What was he supposed to do?" Dean asks throwing his arms out pausing at the iron gate to turn to Sam.
"I was 9 years old! He was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark.'" Sam reasoned.
"Don't be afraid of the dark." Dean yells aggravated. "Are you kidding me of course you should be afraid of the dark you know what's out there."
"Yeah I know but still…" Sam says aggravated. "But the way we grew up after Mom was killed and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. We still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."
Dean shrugs. "Save a lot of people doing it, too." I nod agreeing with him.
"Dean's right Sam." I chime in massaging my temple; trying to suppress my growing headache.
Sam scoffs. "You think mom would have wanted this for us?" He asks Dean before turning to me. "You think your Mom would have wanted this to be your life Katie?" Sam asks seriously.
Dean rolls his eyes, clearly aggravated he brought Mary into this. I was to with him mentioning my mom...
"Yes." I say simply, "I hope my Mom would have wanted me, and my Dad, to find her killer and put an end to him for her and everybody else he's killed. Which could be countless more people." I tell him slamming my hand on the iron door shoving it open, and heading to the Impala. I was annoyed with Sam right now. The two boys followed closely behind me. Sam still arguing with Dean.
"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets." Sam starts as we climb the small flight of concrete steps leading to the road. "Man Dean! We were raised like warriors." He protests.
"So what are you gonna do. Are you just gonna live some normal apple pie life. Is that it?" Dean asks throwing his arms out.
"No, not normal. Safe." Sam reasons.
"And that's why you ran away?" Dean scoffs annoyed.
"I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone." Sam shrugs "And that's what I'm doing."
I stood to the side of Dean leaning on the trunk of the Impala waiting for the two brothers to hash this out. Not surprised this fight would come up. Sam left and there was no convincing. No talking after that night. Not one phone call since.
Dean sighs. "Sam Dad's in real trouble right now; same with Daniel the guy who covers our Dad's ass all the time." Dean says glancing to me. The reminder that my Dad was in trouble brought down my mood considerable, which I've tried my hardest to keep positive. "If they're not dead already. I can feel it; something's wrong. I can't do this without you." Dean pleads, shooting me a forgiving glace for suggesting our Dad's were already dead.
The thought of my father being gone would be the worst thing imaginable. He's the only family I have left. My anchor. I don't think I could handle that…
"Yes you can. You've got Katie." Sam states. I swear that's it...
"Sam seriously! Please!" I plead. "I have a bad feeling about this whole situation. They're in trouble! Now stop your temper tantrum get over your ego and help your brother and me!" I yell. Sam's eyes were wide. Obviously shocked at my unexpected outburst.
"Meow! Katie Kat's bringing the claws out." Dean smirks using the dreadful nickname from when we were kids.
"Shove it." I point at him, and roll my eyes. He knows I hate being called Katie Kat.
Sam sighs looking down gathering himself before swallowing his pride. "What were they hunting?" He asks finally.
"Alright!" I smile happily clapping my hands.
Dean smirks unlocking the trunk of the Impala, and pulling up the cover to the weapons box. He sighed as he placed the shotgun up to hold it open. "Right let's see." He says rubbing his hands together. "Where the hell did I put that thing." Dean mutters shuffling through the trunk of the Impala. He pulls out some folders, rifling through them looking for the research we've done on our Dad's last case together.
"So when they left why didn't you two go with them." Sam asks the both of us.
"I was working my own gig, same with Kat, I had this voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Dean said simply.
"They let you two go on a hunting trip by yourself." Sam asks surprised.
"I'm 26, Dude." Dean looks at Sam like he was stupid.
"I'm a grown ass woman." I tell him with my brows raised. "I can handle myself." I add.
"Where the hell did I put those." Dean mutters scratching the back of his head.
I reach for a tan folder buried underneath a few boxes of rounds and a .45. "Open your eyes, moron." I chuckle. That boy would be lost without me.
He gives me his signature smile. I roll my eyes shaking my head at him with a ghost of a smirk on my lips, his face unaffecting me.
He breathes in a deep breath raising his brows. "All right… Here we go. So they were checking out this two lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy-" Dean pauses riffling through the papers pulling out a specific one handing it over to Sam. "They found his car, but he'd vanished completely MIA."
"So maybe he was kidnapped?" Sam asks in a suggestive way like it was a non-supernatural case. He remained silent as his eyes scanned over the page.
"He wasn't the only one though." I tell him.
"Yeah. Here's another one in April. Another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92." Dean says shuffling through the papers. He snatched the one he handed to Sam back; putting it with the others. "10 of them over the past 20 years all men all same 5 mile stretch of road started happening more and more. So Dad and Daniel went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago hadn't heard from them since which is bad enough and then I get this voice mail yesterday." Dean pulls out a recorder pressing play.
'Dean, Katie-Something is starting to happen-I think it's-serious-Daniel and I need to try to figure out-what's going on-be very careful you two-We're all in danger.'
"You know there's E.V.P on that." Sam states. I smile at him proud he picked it up so fast.
"Not bad Sammy." Dean smirks. "Kind of like riding a bike isn't it. All right I slowed the message down and ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." Dean plays it back again.
'I can never go home'
"Never go home." Sam says.
Dean tosses the recorder back in the trunk. Moving the shotgun so he can shut it. He releases a breath leaning against the back of the car. I stand next to him crossing my arms before pulling my leather jacket around my arms trying to keep warm.
"You know in almost two years I've never bothered you never asked you for a thing." Dean says. Playing the guilt trip.
Sam sighs. Silence echoing between us until Sam speaks. "All right! I'll go!" he nods his head. "I'll help you find them."
I smile rushing over wrapping my arms around him in a hug which he returns.
"But," He starts. "I have to get back first thing Monday." He says as I pull away. He turns around to head back inside making me frown.
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asks before I could.
"I have an interview." Sam says proudly.
"What a job interview. Skip it." Dean shrugs.
"It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam corrects him.
"Law school." Dean smiles.
"So we got a deal or not?" Sam asks.
Dean purses his lips before agreeing. "Yeah.."
After Sam finished packing his things and said his goodbyes to Jess we hit the road. I let him sit in the front so I could sleep in the back, and have the whole back seat to myself. He sure got suckered into that one. Moron number two.
I sprawled out on the back seat pulling an old blanket over me which smelt like whisky and leather from being in the Impala for so long. I rested my head on my folded up leather jacket. I knew I could sleep most of the morning. We'd be halfway to Jericho by the time I wake up. The boys needed to catch up anyway for their time apart.
I shut my eyes and fell asleep quickly to the sound of their chatter and the soft sound of rock coming from the speakers.