Author's Note: Hola, mes amis. I hope everyone is letting the driver pick the music and, as the passenger, shutting their cake-hole. I'm cheesy, I know. Well, I hope you love me anyways.
Welcome back Kat! This one is a bit heavier than the last one. Like my Sherlock fics, there will be some fluff, some angst, and lots of family stuff. Also, there will never be anything M-rated, and no sex scenes. Promise!
Thanks for reading! Please review!
Without further ado...
Sam was so tired. He shuffled blearily down the hall to his room, scrubbing at his eyes. Throwing himself onto his bed, he rolled onto his back.
Something wet dripped onto his forehead. He flinched, but his eyes remained closed. It happened again. Scrunching his eyebrows, Sam opened his eyes.
Kat was on the ceiling.
She was wearing a white nightgown like the one Jess had had. Her long, wavy, blonde hair was flared out around her. A gash across her stomach was the source of the blood that had dripped on Sam. Kat's mouth was open in a silent scream.
"Kat! No!" Sam screamed, staring helplessly at his little sister.
Suddenly, flames erupted around her.
Sam shot up in bed. He threw off the sheets and sprinted out of his room. Racing three doors down, Sam burst into Kat's room.
Kat was in bed, reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. She glanced up when Sam rushed.
"Sam, what-?" Kat was rapidly crushed by her giant, big brother's embrace. When she felt hot tears on her shoulders, Kat was scared.
She pulled Sam's face from her shoulder and looked into it. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut, tears pouring from between his lids. Kat examined him quickly, but she didn't find any blood.
"Sam, what happened?" Kat asked gently. "Are you alright?"
Sam just shuddered and practically dove for Kat again.
Out of options, Kat yelled, "Dean! Dean!"
The oldest Winchester came pounding down to her room. He raced in, gun drawn and eyes darting around.
Seeing Sam clutching Kat, Dean set his gun on the nightstand, "Kat, are you guys okay? What's going on?"
Kat replied, "I don't know. He just ran in and..." Kat gestured helplessly to the sasquatch in her arms.
"Hey, Sam," Dean slowly sat down on the bed. He hugged Sam from behind, placing his head in his brother's long, brown hair. "It's alright. You're okay. Can you tell me what happened?"
Sam sucked in a deep breath, "Kat was on the ceiling."
That was all he needed to say. His siblings understood immediately.
"Aw, Sammy," Kat hugged her brother tighter. Dean tensed, bringing an arm from Sam to wrap it around Katherine.
"Sam, listen to me," Dean ordered firmly. "Kat is never going to be on any ceiling. That yellow-eyed bastard got what he deserved years ago. I made damn sure of that. Nothing is ever going to happen to our baby sister. Nothing is ever going to happen to her because she has us. And we are the best brothers in the world."
