Sam's forehead crinkled in confusion and in disbelief. Your dad never talks about you; you know that is why he is confused. Soon after you were born, Bobby gave you up for adoption. It was right after your mother was possessed by a demon and Bobby was forced to kill her. Of course, you were a baby and you learned about that when you hunted Bobby down eighteen years later. You bet Bobby didn't even tell the Winchesters about the demon that possessed your mother. He barely wanted to tell you.

"You're Bobby's daughter?" he asks for the hundredth time.

"Yes. My name is Kate," you say sitting down on the end of the bed.

Sam watches you carefully. "Bobby never told us about you."

You shrug, trying not to get too far into the conversation. You don't want to give the Winchesters a reason to off you. Heck, Bobby even tried to kill you when you found him. It took him a while to actually believe you. Sam sits at the small kitchen table by the window to take in the new information. You stretch and crack your back. You glance at the clock and frown. How is it only ten at night?

"Hey, Sam?" you ask quietly. "Why did you come here?"

"I saw you yesterday by the police station," he smiles at himself. "You know you aren't really that stealthy?"

You roll your eyes. "How did you find me?"

"I saw you next to that blue car of yours. And when I saw it here, I assumed you were following us. I felt like I should check you out."

Your lips turn up in a faux carnal smile. "You wanted to check me out?"

His jaw drops slightly and then he regains himself. "Yeah, and I still am."

You find yourself laughing at his cute flirty words. "Sam Winchester, are you hitting on me?"

"So, what if I am?" He shakes his head, not being able to keep up with the charade. "I'm sorry. Bobby would kill me if he knew I was hitting on his daughter."

"Wait a second." You turn your body towards him. "Did you say you saw me yesterday?"

He shrugs and nods. "Yeah, and?"

"I've been sleeping for a whole day?" You stand up and grab your phone from the nightstand.

How did you end up sleeping for over 24 hours? You sigh as you see that you have four missed calls, two of which are from Bobby. He likes to check in before he goes to sleep. It's kind of sweet to have a dad again. You turn back to Sam who is looking out the window as if to give you some privacy to check your phone. You ask Sam about the case, and he quickly explains that they took care of it. You don't ask for details. You excuse yourself to the bathroom to call Bobby. As nice as it is to have a dad again, it feels weird to call him dad.

The phone rings twice before you finally hear a panicked voice. "Kate? Where have you been?"

"Bobby, I'm fine," you lower your voice. "Why didn't you tell me the Winchesters were already on this case?"

He chuckles. "I didn't know they were."

"Well, it's solved now," you look at yourself in the mirror. "What should I do?"

"I'll call you when I find something, but Kate," Bobby's voice becomes serious.

You run your fingers through your tangled brown waves. "Yeah, Bobby?"

"Don't follow the Winchesters. Leave them be. You hear me?"

You stand up straight and lean your back against the sink. "Why is that?"

"They are a part of something bigger than just hunting. Leave them be."

Bobby hangs up suddenly, but that's par usual. You walk out into the room and freeze. The other Winchester is now here and holding a gun to your face. Sam is trying to explain who you are, but his brother doesn't believe him. You don't blame him. Bobby has kept you under wraps for almost twenty-one years. You look at the angry Winchester's fingers and see that he doesn't have one on the trigger. You kick him in the groin and take his gun. You disassemble it within seconds and let the pieces drop to the floor just as his body hits the carpet. With tears in his eyes, he looks up at you and then to Sam.

"Okay," his voice is strained. "I believe you."

After Dean recovers from your kick, you all sit down. The Winchesters at the table, you on the bed. You start to feel awkward just sitting in jeans and tank top. You pucker your lips trying to think of something to say, but you can't stop thinking about what Bobby said. Why can't you tag along with the Winchesters? They are legends in the hunting community. Bobby has told you pretty much everything about them. Dean had been to hell, and but by his looks you'd guess exactly that. His eyes are filled with devilish charm and his smile makes you want to do many ungodly things.

"So, you're Bobby's daughter?" Dean finally says in a deep husky voice.

"That'd be me." You say getting tired of that question.

"It's hard for me to believe that," he says leaning back.

"I know. Bobby doesn't like to talk about me at all."

"It's not that part that I can't believe," his smile already tells you he has a line prepared. "I just can't see that someone like you could come from someone that looks like Bobby."

Sam rolls his eyes and stands up. "It was nice to meet you, Kate, but we actually have to go."

"So soon, Sammy?" Dean says gazing into your eyes.

"Yeah, Dean." He says opening the door. "I'll be in the car. Bye, Kate."

You nod at Sam as he shuts the door behind him leaving you and Dean alone.

"Well, I apologize for Sam's…lack of hospitality." He stands up and walks to the door. "Maybe I can call you sometime."

You smile at the floor and look back up at him. "You don't have my number."

"I'll get it from Bobby." He opens the door.

Suddenly, you are overcome by a feeling of helplessness. You can't keep going on alone. Ever since Bobby has been wheelchair bound, you have had to hunt alone. Everyone before him up and left you for better hunting partners. You can't bear spending another night alone with these stupid psychic powers. Dean shuts the door, but doesn't leave. Your eyes are focused on the ground.

"Kate?"

You don't look up. "Yeah, just get it from Bobby."

"Are you okay?" his voice becomes genuine.

You look up at him and plaster a fake smile on your face. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was nice to finally meet you guys."

Dean walks over to you and squats in front of you. His eyes look up into yours searching for something. Your hands start to shake from an on-coming panic attack. You can't be alone again. You try to control your breathing, but you find yourself borderline hyperventilating.

"You are not okay."

You feel a tear drip from your eye and you realize that you have lost all respect that Dean might have had for you. You get up from the bed and walk away from him. You hear him stand up and follow you. He spins you around gently.

"Listen, Bobby might kill me if I made his daughter cry."

You can tell he's trying to make you smile, but you can't shake the feeling of being alone again. "I'm scared, Dean."

He looks around the room as if there might be a demon or ghost in the motel room. You shake your head and feel yourself smile at his protectiveness. You wonder if he is like this with Sam.

"I'm afraid to be alone again."

He shifts his eyes to yours and takes his hands off your arms. "Why are you hunting alone in the first place?"

"Bobby isn't exactly able to hunt at the moment."

"I'm sure Bobby isn't the only one who can-" he stops. "You don't call you dad…Dad?"

"No, and he's not the only one who can hunt with me." You say answering his unfinished question. "It's just the last few partners I have had, left me."

Dean steps back from you. "And why is that?"

"If I tell you the truth, will you promise not to be weirded out?"

He scoffs. "Weird is kind of what I do."

"My partners leave as soon as they find out that…I am psychic."

His eyes stay locked on yours and his expression stays the same. "And?"

"People aren't usually psychic, Dean."

"My brother had more than just psychic powers for over a year. I have friends who are psychics. You mean to tell me that all your partners leave just because you can…what? Read their minds?"

"I can't read minds," you say crossing your arms.

He blinks and looks away from you. "That's a good thing."

"Why is that, Dean Winchester?" you say smirking.

He sees that you are joking with him. "You are something else."

You ignore his compliment. "My partners tell me that they cannot get passed the idea of me being psychic and then they leave."

"Do they get new partners?" Dean's face looks like he's putting pieces together for you.

"Yeah, of course."

"Are they female partners?"

You pause. No way did your guys leave you just to pursue women. "Are you serious?"

"Hey, I'm just thinking that maybe they could have left for other reasons and used your abilities as an excuse."

A knock at the door ends the conversation. Sam walks in obviously frustrated and annoyed that his brother is taking too long. He probably thought you were doing something other than talking. By his expression, he was definitely expecting worse. Dean excuses himself and pulls Sam outside with the promise they will be right back in. You start packing your things and trying to hold off tears. They won't let you come with them. Bobby already said it wasn't a good idea.

"Katie," Dean's rough voice calls you by a new nickname from behind the door. "You want to come with us?"

You run to the door and open it. "Is this a joke?"

Sam looks you up and down quickly. "Do you really want to come with us?"

You pull them both in a hug and squeal. "I'd love to!"