Author's note: Thank you so, so, so much for the response with the reviews and the alerts. I didn't really expect much of a response for the story so I'm very happy that people are interested in reading what else I have in store for this story. I've changed one thing: It's been five years since Katie saw Bobby, not seven. It just fits more into the story line that I have planned.

Chapter two - Father and daughter talk

Dean and Sam took the opportunity to walk out of the room as soon as Katie stood up from the floor. Dean made an excuse about having to go and fix his car and Sam told them both that he was going to do some research on his laptop. But, they didn't do either of those things. As much as they didn't want to intrude, they did want to know what was happening. An hour before, they didn't even know that Bobby had a daughter. So, to satisfy their curiosity, they both sat down in the lounge. It was close enough for them to hear the conversation but far away enough to not make it too obvious that they were listening.

"Wow." Sam stated to himself as he paced around the lounge.

"Tell me about it," Dean muttered from the wall closest to the kitchen, before letting a smirk appear on to his face. "She's hot."

Sam picked up a pillow from the couch and chucked it at his brother, who had seen it coming and ducked quickly. "Dean, get your head out of the gutter for one moment. I just can't imagine how Bobby's feeling right now."

Back in the kitchen, Katie was now by one of the kitchen counters and was boiling herself a cup of coffee. By God, she silently decided that she desperately needed one. Bobby still hadn't said a word since Dean and Sam left the kitchen. He just watched her and it was almost as if she hadn't gone. Sure, she had aged a little bit but it was almost like old times. Once he had convinced himself that they had gone back into time and that she was just an eighteen year old again his mind gave him a harsh reminder of the reality of their situation; She had really come back from hell. The first thing that ran through his mind when he thought of that was relief. His daughter was well and alive again. He didn't have to break down anymore because she was back. But then he thought about what she must have gone through in hell, and wondered what hell was like. If it was anything like he imagined his worst hell to be then he knew that she had been through so much. His little baby girl had to live through five years of complete and utter hell.

He was also concerned and curious as to why and how she got out of hell. After all, she was supposed to be dead. Katie made a cross road deal and Bobby knew that they were virtually impossible to weasel out of. He had lost count of how many times he had summoned a cross road demon to try and get her out. They wouldn't allow it at all. One thing that had played at his mind in the past five years was why they took her so quickly. As soon as she made the deal, they took her life. Usually people got at least ten years to live. What did they need with an eighteen year old so desperately that they woud just take her soul as soon as they possibly could? And if they needed her urgently then how did she get out?

"Come on, I don't bite." Katie's voice broke through Bobby's line of thought. He snapped away from the space that he was vacantly looking at and glanced towards her, anger suddenly bubbling up inside of him. What he didn't understand was how she could just act so ignorant towards him after five years and how she was pretending that her being out of hell was normal. He could still see right through her and she was definitely scared.

"How?" Bobby blurted out, his voice raw with emotion. He had so much more that he wanted to ask her but he couldn't think properly. It was as if he couldn't form many words.

Katie turned back to the counter and started to stir her coffee, completely silent for a few moments. She bit her lip in consideration and let her mind roam over the answer to her father's question. Katie just continued to stir her coffee, the end of her spoon gripped tightly in her hand. She stirred the spoon so fast that the clink of it contacting the cup sounded loudly through the kitchen, and repeatedly. She closed her eyes momentarily and thought about the sound. It scared her. It reminded her of how fast things were down there, and how violent they were. Suddenly, she managed to pull herself away from such thoughts and immediately stopped stirring her coffee.

She pulled the cup into her hands and felt the warmth of the coffee absorb into her hands as she turned around to face her father again, who was looking at her carefully. "I don't know." Katie stated simply. And it was true; She truly didn't have a clue how she was lucky enough to get out of hell. One moment she was down in the pit, experiencing so many traumatic things happening at once, and the next she was stood stranded on the edge of an old country back lane. Katie was just as curious as the next person as to why she had gotten out. If anything, she was desperate to be reassured that there were no tricks being played on her. She wanted to believe that she was out of hell for good.

"You don't know?" Bobby couldn't help but scoff. "Katie, people don't just get taken out of hell. They just don't."

Katie shrugged. "Well, for some reason, I have. But I don't know that reason." Silence filled the space between them for a long time after that. Katie sipped at her coffee, flinching a few times when the heat became a bit too overwhelming and Bobby just stared at her whilst fiddling with his hat.

"Why did you do it?" He asked when the silence became too much for him.

His daughter immediately looked back at him and frowned. She gulped down some more of the coffee and then placed the cup behind her, back on the kitchen counter. "You got killed dad." She whispered softly whilst trying her hardest not to think about that moment that she had witnessed. Katie narrowed her eyes in a determined manner. "I wasn't just going to let you stay dead. You don't deserve it."

"And you did?" Bobby suddenly snapped, in a tone that Katie had never heard him use before. There had been plenty of times when they had been angry at each other but the tone that he was using now made her want to dash out of the kitchen door and run as far as possible away from him.

But, still, she felt as if she had to fight her corner. "You're my father and I couldn't live without you alive."

Bobby shook his head and laughed bitterly. "Well, what the hell makes you think that I could live with the fact that you sold your soul for me?" He paced forward so that there were only two or three steps between the two of them. "Do you have any idea what I've been through in the past five years? I had to live knowing that my own daughter took her life to save mine... it crushed me Katie."

Katie looked down to the floor guiltily. When she stood at the crossroads five years ago, Katie hadn't really thought about how it would effect her father if she sold her soul. She just knew that she had to do it. It was her fault that the demon had killed Bobby so it was her responsibility to fix it all. Katie knew when she looked back at that night that she was being selfish; She was thinking about herself and how she couldn't live with the guilt that she had caused her father's death. Now that she was facing him again after all of those years she realised how much hurt she caused him.

"You were dead Katie." Bobby whispered.

What happened next was a complete blur; Katie suddenly jumped forward and slung her arms around her father's neck. She sighed in relief when he instantly hugged her back. They stood like that for a while, each of them wrapped up in the fact that they were reunited. "I'm sorry." Katie stated, her voice shakey.

"It's okay." Bobby replied, barely above a whisper. He was so quiet that Katie could barely hear him. So much had happened in the short space of an hour and a half. He woke up in the morning with a feeling of emptiness because it had been five years since is daughter had died and then when he came back to the house after going out to clear his head she was back. It was just too much for him to process. A smile slowly fell onto his face as tears welled up in his eyes; Bobby didn't really know much about what was happening but all he could say that he definitely knew was that he was happy, even if the feeling only lasted for this moment he could deal with it. His daughter was back.

Sam and Dean completely gave up listening to Bobby and Katie's conversation because, after the shouting, it all seemed to quiet down. So, Sam sat at his laptop and did the research that he was going to do in the morning and Dean turned on the television. He was looking at it, but he wasn't really watching it. Dean was absorbed in his thoughts.

If Katie got out of hell, then didn't that mean that there was a small chance that their dad could? Dean wouldn't have thought an escape from hell possible but Katie was living proof that you could do something to the system that could get you out alive, or there was something that could get you out alive. Either way, they had to find out how Katie got out of hell. There had to be some sort of way to get their father out. There had to be.

"Guys," Dean was pulled away from his thoughts, and Sam turned from his laptop when they both looked towards the door of the lounge. Katie was standing there with a genuine smile on her face. "Dad's making a meal to, y'know, celebrate the whole daughter-alive thing. I'm gonna run out and get some pie for dessert, any preferences?"

Dean immediately grinned happily at the thought of pie. "Cherry."

Katie nodded and then looked towards Sam. "Is cherry fine with you?"

As soon as Katie asked the question, Dean interuppted Sam. "Yeah, that's fine with him. Right Sammy?"

Sam rolled his eyes towards his brother and then looked back to Katie. "That's fine. I better not get in the way of him and his cherry pies, especially when he's hungry."

"I am here, y'know?" Dean pouted indignantly.

Katie laughed lightly. "Cherry it is."

"Are you going out to buy it?" Sam questioned curiously.

"Yep."

"D'you mind if I come along?" The younger Winchester asked politely. "I mean, I need to get some bits from the store anyway."

Katie shrugged and offered Sam a small smile. "Sure, why not? I'll go and wait in the car." She then turned around, with a bounce in her step, and walked out of the room.

Sam got up from the couch and started to put his laptop away. He stopped mid movement and rolled his eyes. "What are you staring at Dean?" He turned to face his brother, who was smirking.

"And you told me to keep my head out of the gutter."

Sam immediately scoffed. "Oh, please Dean! I'm just going to the store with her to pick up few things." He shook his head. "D'you want anything whilst I'm there?"

Dean bit his lip in consideration and then nodded. "A packet of M'n'Ms and some porn."

"I don't even want to know how you combined the two of them in a sentence." Sam stated in disbelief before walking out of the room. He would get his brothers a packet of M'n'Ms but there was no way that he was going to get him some porn.

When Katie left the house to get some dessert, Bobby sprung into immediate action. First, he put some dinner into the oven and then he rung every one of his cell phone contacts that he thought would have some sort of insight into how Katie got out of hell. Although he was so happy to have her back, there was a feeling of uncertainty inside of him; he just knew that whatever wanted her out of hell was bound to want something from her.

"Sorry Bobby, but I don't have the slightest idea of how she could have gotten out of hell." Jerry, one of Bobby's oldest hunter friends, stated. "I mean, even the idea is so unfeasible and impossible!"

Bobby shook his head. "I know Jer', I know. I just don't understand how she got out!"

"Bobby..." Jerry went to say something but then he cut himself off.

"What?" Bobby recognised that tone of voice. "What is it?"

Jerry sighed on the other end of the phone. "D'you really think it's such a good idea digging around? I mean, she's out of there now Bobby. Why do you think looking for the thing that pulled her out is going to help you any."

"Finding the goddamned thing will help me understand. Jer', she's been gone for five years, five long years. And now she just shows up again after all this time?" Bobby took a quick moment to calm himself down. "Look, whatever pulled her out wants something from her and I'm not just gonna sit down and pray for nothin' to happen to her. It's best I know what's happenin'."

"I know, I know. Just be careful Bobby. If this thing was strong enough to pull someone out of hell then it sure is strong enough to put that person back in."

Bobby gripped his cell phone tightly, refusing to even contemplate the idea of losing his daughter again. "I'm going to call around some more. Bye Jerry." Before Jerry could even reply, Bobby ended the call and sighed to himself. Then something suddenly clicked inside of his head. Quickly, he scrolled through his contacts again.

"I just can't believe that Bobby has a daughter." Sam remarked as he and Katie drove through the small town and headed towards the supermarket. Katie didn't really know what to say to that. Of course, she could believe that Bobby had a daughter because she was Bobby's daughter.

So, instead of speaking about that, she settled with a smile and said something else. "How did you get into hunting?"

The look on Sam's face made her wish that she didn't say anything. "Well, our mom was killed by a demon when I was six months old and then dad took us across the country to get revenge. He trained us like soilders, y'know?" Katie nodded, though she didn't really know. Bobby never wanted her to hunt so tried to give her the most normal upbringing possible for their situation. "Then I got out of hunting and went to college but the same demon killed my girlfriend Jess. So, here I am now trying to find the thing that ruined my life twice."

"I'm sorry." Katie stated politely and genuinely. Even though she didn't know him, Sam seemed like a genuinely kind person so she highly doubted that he deserved any of the traumatic events in his life.

"You shouldn't have to apologise, it's not your fault." Sam pointed out as he looked back towards their surroundings, deep in thought.

"What about your dad?"

Sam's face dropped slightly which caused Katie to silently remind herself not to ask these sorts of questions. "He died almost two months ago, sold his soul for Dean's."

Katie's eyes widened as she thought about the fact that their father would be in hell right now. Shivers ran down her back at the mere thought. "Oh." Was all she could utter out of her mouth.

"Pamela? It's Bobby." Bobby was pacing around the kitchen, multitasking. Whilst he was on the phone, he would occasionally stop at the oven to check how the food is doing and then he would go over to the plates and start to lay them out at the table.

"Bobby, I know why you're ringing me."

Bobby raised his eyebrow. It figured. "D'you know what pulled her out then?"

There was a pause in the conversation. Bobby actually wondered whether or not Pamela had hung up on him but then she spoke again. "No. But it's powerful. It won't let me know what it is." Bobby was about to lose all hope in finding out. "But, if you bring Katie over here we should be able to contact it."

Bobby thought about the idea for a few moments. Would it be safe for his daughter to do that?

"It's the only way you'll ever find out."

"Fine," Bobby sighed, deciding that they all needed to know what it was. "But if it starts to get dangerous we need to stop, okay?"

"Of course. You'll be over tomorrow afternoon at two, so I'll see you then?"

"Thanks Pamela." Things were starting to look up.

Katie was happy, but wary, as they drove back to the salvage. She had been back for almost two days but she just couldn't help worrying that it was all a trick. The thing she feared the most was the moment she actually started to believe that she got her life back that it would all be taken away from her again. They did that a lot in hell, they decieved her and made her think that she was alive again. It all felt so real, like it did to her now. But when she got comfortable and firmly believed that she had gotten away from them, the scenery disappeared around her and she was back in the pit.

"Are you okay?" Sam questioned, pulling her from her thoughts.

It wasn't until Sam spoke that Katie noticed that she felt her eyes welling up with tears. She blinked them back fiercly and then nodded. "Yeah, I was just thinkin' about something."

Sam nodded in understanding. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. "What was it like?" He asked the question before he could even stop himself.

Katie's heart almost stopped when she thought about hell. She shot Sam a sideward glance. "I don't remember it." The youngest Winchester wasn't convinced. He could tell when people lied, that was just how his job worked. Katie knew that he doubted her answer so she spoke again. "All I remember is seeing my dad being killed by this demon. Then I went straight to the crossroads, sold my soul, and it all went... blank."

Silence filled the air between them. "Dean's going to go mad when he finds out we brought apple instead of cherry."

Katie was thankful that he had changed the subject to something so much more light hearted. "Well, pie is pie. Besides, they sold out of cherry."

"Yeah, I wonder why; Dean's in town. He probably raided the whole shelf." Sam joked.

Katie laughed. She really admired the banter between the two Winchesters, in fact she envied the two strangers. They had each other. Siblinghood was apparently a bond that could not be easily broken, and she'd never had that in her whole life. "It must be really nice to have your brother." She stated her thoughts out loud, smiling towards Sam.

Sam smiled back. "It really is. I would never trade him for anything... well, most of the time."

"It's the same with dad and me. I mean, before I... died we had the most awful relationship. We'd shout at each other, he'd try to control me, I'd rebel... I guess hormones and being a teenager hit me bad. I was determined that I wanted to just up and leave and get into hunting, but he didn't want me to. When he got killed by that demon whilst he was trying to save me, I knew I had to get him back alive. I just couldn't live without him alive. Then when I appeared on the roadside, he was the first person I needed to see. Hense, here I am."

"D'you think something pulled you out?"

"Definitely." Katie nodded. "I-I felt this burning sensation on my lower stomach, something was gripping me. It was as if all of the feeling had been put back into me. It was the most unbearable pain ever. And there was this bright light and shrill noise." She shuddered. "I couldn't see the thing, but something definitely pulled me out. I just don't know what."

The rest of the car ride was silent. Both adults were searching through their minds to try and think of what could of dragged Katie out. Sam was generally intrigued by the whole situation. He'd never heard of someone being pulled out of hell. A part of Katie wanted to leave her curiosity to burn, she didn't want to disturb whatever it was. If it wanted to make itself known then it would have done so by now. But most of her wanted to know. She wanted to know it was all legit and not a trick. After they had the meal, Katie decided that she would crack on which researching the whole thing. She needed to know what was happening, because being out of the loop of what had happened was slowly making her feel crazy.