Here is my next story- I've been working on it for a while now, so I'm finally getting it out there. Please review- more will come soon.

believe it or not, there are some key changes to this part, if you're reading it for the second time (otherwise, the other chapters might not make much sense) but if this is your first time reading, keep on going and ignore completely my crazy ramblings. god knows that's what everyone else does :P

Katherine squealed in delight as her twin threw her on the bed. They were in the middle of an intense 'tickle war'. "Watch out, Sammy! You're next!" She gasped between her giggles. She managed to shove Dean to the ground with a laugh. Sam, who was hiding behind one of the beds, yelped as his sister lunged for him, her fingers tickling his sides.

"No! No!" He squeaked, "Kat please, I can't breathe!" Ignoring him, Katherine continued her torture.

"If you can protest, you can breathe!" She sang out, stifling her own laughter. Dean watched the scuffle from his spot on the floor, a grin across his face. This was his family at the best of times. But it was short lived.

John Winchester was scowling as he strode through the hotel room. Katherine froze mid-tickle. "What's going on here?" John demanded, eyes taking in the scene: Katherine and Sam in a heap on the bed, Dean lying on the floor.

"We were having a tickle-fight, sir" Katherine whispered quietly. "We didn't mean to be so loud." With her eyes downcast and head bowed, she was the image of innocence and remorse. Dean marveled at her skill to change from rambunctious twin to respectful daughter in an instant around their father.

"A tickle-war huh? Well, why wasn't I invited?" John demanded. Then he was twirling Katherine around the room, laughing at her gleeful shrieks. He tossed her onto the adjoining bed. Dean was astounded, never had their father let them have fun, but it wasn't long until John was on him, scooping him up like he weighed nothing. It reminded him of when he and Kat were only four and their mom was still alive. "You too, Dean!"

And suddenly Dean was soaring through the air and on top of his twin, who grunted and promptly dumped his ass back on the floor. He retaliated by dragging her down after him. After more wrestling and yelling, Katherine had Dean in a strong headlock while John and Sam lay gasping on the floor from their laughter.

"Alright, Sam. Time to go. Are you ready?" Sam's smile faded and he frowned and shook his head. The youngest Winchester was not eager for his first hunt.

"Why can't we come to, dad? I'm sure we can help." Katherine asked, releasing a gasping Dean from her hold. Dean nodded in agreement after catching his breath.

"No. Sam has to do this on his own. And don't worry, I'll take good care of him." John said with a grin. Sam's older siblings were extremely protective of their little brother.

"Bye, Sammy! Go kill something for me!" Katherine called out as the door slammed shut. "Alright, first things first: salt the windows and doors." She said with a sigh. It was the first rule of the Winchester household, well after 'don't hurt your brother, Katherine.'

"Hey, you wanna spar? I'm SO bored in this hotel!" Dean groaned about 30 minutes later, his eyes glazed over as he sat in a chair in front of the TV. Katherine smirked at her twin. Dean definitely was one of those fidgety types that would've driven all his teachers crazy.

"I guess, but I don't know why you're so eager to be beaten. You'd think you'd get tired of it after a while." She laughed. He stuck his tongue out at her, although he was smirking too.

"You say that now, but just you wait. Soon you'll be begging for mercy." His confident swagger was adorable. Pointless, but adorable.

She scoffed. "Please. I don't beg."

They got in their ready positions, hands raised. Dean had his strength, but Katherine had her speed. She was far more dedicated then her twin when it came to hand-to-hand. While he chased around anything with a skirt, she would set up a dummy and beat it up until its stuffing covered the ground. She knew Dean like the back of her hand, having trained with him every day since they were five. She knew that he always leaned the opposite way of where he was striking.

Sure enough, Dean leaned ever so slightly to the right before swinging to his left. Katherine blocked it with ease and, seeing his exposed chest, sent a powerful kick. He doubled over, groaning. But she wasn't finished yet. Faking up, she made him raise his arms to defend his face, but instead she swiped his feet out from underneath him, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Told you I'd win!" She crowed triumphantly.

"Not yet!" He lunged for her legs, sloppily swiping them from underneath her. But having done gymnastics since she was 3, she gracefully flipped into a back handspring and was back onto her feet.

"Nice try, Deano. But you can't beat m-" She stopped mid-sentence as the door banged open. She felt something prick her arm. Looking down, she pulled out the tranquilizer dart. "Dean." She whispered quietly, holding it up in the light so he could see.

He was on his feet in an instant. They whirled around to face the open door. Three black eyed men, one holding the tranquilizer gun, advanced on the teenagers. Wind blew through the open door, blowing away the salt lines that kept Katherine and Dean safe.

"Get the girl; she's the one we need." barked the one with the gun. Katherine stiffened in fear. Whipping out her gun, she leveled and fired, hitting one of the demons right between the eyes. He screamed in pain as the bullet, consecrated in holy water, burned his flesh. But the drugs were starting to affect the young teen. She started to sag against Dean, fighting to keep her eyes open.

"Get the hell away!" Dean roared sloshing holy water around them. But three demons against two kids was hardly a fair fight. As soon as the holy water ran out, the demons pounced like three alley cats on two helpless mice. Dean fought his best, but he was only 15.

The lead demon snatched Katherine's arm and began to drag her away from her twin. "No! Dean!" She slurred, weakly swatting at the demon. . Ignoring her lame attempts at self-protection, the lead demon pulled a large syringe out of his pocket. Kat's eyes widened in fear. Tilting her weak body to the side, he plunged it deep into the back of her neck, plunging all of the scarlet liquid into her veins. She screamed in pain, writhing like a snake in his arms. She squirmed as much as she could, causing the demon to lose his grip on the syringe. It clattered to the floor and rolled underneath one of the beds.

"Damn it!" He yelled, backhanding the Winchester girl. She whimpered, her body shaking badly. Wayward tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Kat!" Dean cried, lunging for her desperately, only to be kicked viciously by one of the demons.

"No!" Wailed Katherine. The last thing she was her twin's emerald eyes -just like her own- before all went black.

There it is, but I'm putting the next 3 chapters up soon, so don't give up on me yet!

(HA- told you it was different- if only slightly!)