Chapter 2

She just stood there, eyes locked on him. Before he could think another thought she threw her hands up in the air. "Alright! I give! I'll stay put! I know when I'm outnumbered." She walked towards the library and threw her bag on the floor as she sat defeated in a chair.

Sam turned to his brother and the angel, who were still arguing. "Anyone wanna fill me in?"

Cas gave them both a look and proceeded to run up the stairs. Dean went after him yelling "Hey! You don't get to just run away from this! You haven't even told us what's going on!"

"I've told you everything I can for now. Just keep her safe and I will return with some more answers." Then he was out the door.

Sam just stood there, wondering what the hell was going on. He was nursing the mother of all hangovers on top of it. Dean came down from the stairs, scratching the back of his head. "Well Sammy, looks like we're babysitting!"

"Care to explain now?" Sam asked as he glared at the blonde sitting by one of the tables, back turned against them.

Dean catched him up on the previous events. "You should go talk with her" he said. Sam just stared at him. "Me!? Why?"

"Because you're all puppydogeyes and understanding." Dean walked away before Sam could protest.

'Not lately', Sam thought to himself as he approached her. His hair dripped in his face and he wiped it away, annoyed. "There is such a thing as blowdryers, you know." She had turned to face him, looking at him with as big of a frown as he felt on his own face.

"I'm Sam." She just stared and continued to frown. "And you're Katherine, if my info's right" he said when it was obvius she wasn't responding. God, his head was throbbing!

"You're hungover" she stated. "That's great! First there are crazy people hunting me, then I'm taken away by 'Trenchcoat'. He's trying to convince me that I'm in the middle of some war between heaven and hell where earth is the price. Then I'm dropped off in some batcave with 'Serialkiller' and his hungover brother!" She stood up and began to pace at some point of the speach. "I mean what the FUCK?!" She stopped right infront of Sam who was slowly loosing his patience.

"Can you just shut up, sit down and let me ask you some questions?" he gritted out. He didn't mean to come of as such an asshole, he'd only just met the poor girl for Pete's sake! He completley understood that she was scared, angry or whatever. But he just didn't have it in him to suck it up and be nice, for once. Katherine just stared at him and sat down. Sam sat down on the opposite side of the table.

"Ok. Take it from the beginning."

She began to tell him her story.

"There is nothing special about me! Nothing special in school, I'm not going to college, working for the town's newspaper. Then one night while I was walking home, these assholes tried to jump me. Castiel called them demons. Go figure! I managed to get away somehow, and then Castiel found me. He went on and on about angels and demons and how they all wanted me for some reason. A week ago I didn't even believe in God, and now this? He litterally threw me over his shoulder and took me with him. And here I am."

Sam rubbed his face and sighed. He thought about the feeling in the pit of his stomach and wondered if this was the beginning of some other horrible turn of events. "There has to be more" he sighed. "Anything you can think of."

"I'm telling you, I don't know anything else!"

"Well think, goddammit!" His bad mood wasn't going anywhere.

"Screw you!" she yelled and rushed out of the library right into Dean's chest. He grabbed her arms. "Hey hey hey! What's going on here?" He looked in Sam's direction and then down at the blonde in his arms. "I cleared a room for you down the hall. The door's open, you'll find it" He let go of her arms and she ran down the hall. He heard a loud BANG as she slammed the door to her bedroom.

Dean walked up to his brother and sat down. "Alright. Spill." He looked at Sam with a stern face.

"Why is it always us? Huh? After everything, why us? I could feel it in my guts yesterday, still do. Something's coming, Dean. I think she was the start of it. I don't know. I'm just tired, man."

Dean sat there and watched yet again as his brother disappeared behind a corner. He put his elbows on the table and rested his forehead in his palms. Sam was right. Why was it always them?