Bobby Singer

It was night time and she watched as they pulled into an old salvage yard with a house at the end of a dirt path. She figured that this was Bobby Singer's house, the same Bobby who Dean called for help on the hunt.

Awkwardly, Dean opened the door and un-cuffed her from his baby before re-cuffing her and manhandling her towards the house. Him and Sam knocked in sync when they reached the front door.

It was obvious Bobby had been expecting them from the speed he opened the door. His face was unimpressed and grumpy, like he'd rather be doing anything but helping them with this particular problem.

"Sam. Dean." He greeted with a nod before reluctantly turning his gaze to Kerry. "Kerry O'conner."

"Sir." She replied, forcing a smile on her face. She wasn't surprised when he didn't return it and instead just stepped aside, allowing them all to pass.

"I don't have to remind ya how against this I am," Bobby told them as they made their way into the living room. "You boys could get into some serious crap for doin' this, and I could too for helpin' ya."

"Don't worry, Bobby," Sam said to him calmly. "If anything happens, we'll make sure we keep your name out of it."

"Damn right." Bobby grumbled before turning his back to them and waving for them to follow. "C'mon. I've set most of it up."

They brought her into the basement where a single chair sat, complete with arms and straps – everything you need to keep someone restrained.

The demon trap drawn on the floor underneath it let her know that it wasn't regularly used for human interrogations which somewhat helped calm her nerves. At least this Bobby guy wasn't trained specifically to hurt people like she feared.

Dean strapped her in, his face once again emotionless as Sam and Bobby stayed back; Sam leaning against the wall opposite with his arms folded over his chest while Bobby half-sat on a desk which laid against the wall to her right.

"Now, I don't wanna hurt you," Dean started, resting his hands on the arm of her chair and making his eyes level with her own. "This isn't what this is about. We just want to know a few things."

Tension left her shoulders when she realized that she wasn't going to get tortured for information. She had doubted it because she'd never known Dean Winchester to be anything but a hero but when she first saw the chair…she wasn't too sure what to think.

When she didn't protest, he let go of the chair and took two steps back where he stood with his legs apart and arms crossed over his chest. "Is your name Kerry Anne O'Conner?" he knew there was little doubt that it wasn't but he needed to see her reactions when it came to lying and telling the truth – see if she had any ticks or twitches she couldn't control.

She gulped, eyes down and unable to face them. She didn't want to see their expressions. "Yes." She answered quietly.

"Look at me." Dean demanded as Sam took a step forward and stood next to his brother, mostly for support. "Is that your name?" he repeated.

She lifted her eyes up to his but couldn't hold his gaze for long and soon her eyes flickered away. "Yes. That's my name." she confirmed once more.

"A year ago, were you on a hunt with your Father and four other hunters?"

"Yes."

"What were you hunting?" Sam questioned this time, both brothers carefully watching her reactions.

"A family of Wendingo's." her voice was monotone, not giving anything away.

"Did anyone get hurt?" Bobby questioned next.

Swallowing, her eyes shot down and stared at her lap. "My Dad," she replied quietly. "One of them scratched up his leg pretty bad. He couldn't walk properly. And dislocated his right shoulder."

"But it didn't kill him?" Bobby questioned once again.

She knew what they were doing; they were making sure she couldn't change her story later. They were making sure they got every little detail out of her without her knowing the significance because that way she couldn't blame their deaths on the Wendingo's. "No. It didn't." she answered honestly.

The boys shared a look before Dean took over again:

"What'd you do after that?"

"We went to a gas station and brought some beers," tears stung her eyes as she relieved the memories in her head.

Sam's voice softened as he questioned next: "What happened after that?" he could see that this was hard for her and he suddenly found himself wondering if there was more to the story than they knew; She wasn't acting like your everyday I-get-off-on-multiple-murder killers. Dean quirked an eyebrow at him, probably wondering why the soft approach but Sam just shook his head.

With no emotion, she replied:

"We went back to our motel."

It was silent for a moment before Dean stated, "Where you killed them."

A strangled sound got caught in her throat and she didn't answer him, only continued to stare at her lap.

Sam looked at Dean before turning his gaze back to Kerry. "Did you kill them?" he questioned softly, playing good cop. "The hunters?"

She remained silent, her absent gaze still lingering in the same spot. She didn't want to answer them, worried about their reaction. She didn't want Jacob and Pete to find her and she certainly didn't want the punishment that would quickly follow.

Nostrils flaring, Dean stormed over to her and knelt down in front of her. He grabbed her chin in his hand and forced her to meet his eyes. "Did you kill those hunters, Kerry?"

As she stared into his beautiful hazel eyes, once full of friendship and laughter, she felt a tear slip down her cheek. She would never be able to escape her past. It would continue to keep on catching up with her and ruining her future.

What was the point anymore? Was living really worth this? Hell, she didn't even feel like she was living anymore. She was just existing. And then she met Sam and Dean…and they reminded her what it was like to happy once again.

But she'd lost them. Her past had made sure of it. She knew it would continue to happen the more she tried to escape from it. She would never get to have friends. Never get to be loved. She wouldn't have a family, or have people she could rely on to help her on a hunt. She was on her own.

And she wasn't sure she could do it anymore, not now that she'd been reminded just how amazing it was to have back up, to have people who cared about your well-being.

When she'd been silent for too long, Dean gripped her harder and growled, "Answer me."

Her bottom lip quivered and she sniffled as she nodded, her watery eyes meeting his disappointed ones. It was almost like he'd wanted her to lie. "Yes," she sniffled again, her voice breaking. "Yes, I killed them."

Dean's jaw clenched and he exhaled harshly before letting her go and taking a step away from her, his hand rubbing against his lips as he tried to contain his anger at her answer. What was he expecting? For her to turn around and say 'no' and everything would be ok? Fuck, he was seriously delusional.

"Dean." Sam spoke softly, coming up behind him and resting his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Are you-"

"Leave it, Sammy." Dean spoke roughly, his back turned to Kerry.

Bobby shook his head at the situation. "Dean, we need to call them."

"No!" Kerry begged before she could stop herself. "Please."

"Shut up." Dean growled at her before turning to Bobby. "Bobby, she's just a girl," his voice broke. "Can we sign her death warrant like that?" he knew that if it was any other girl who just admitted murder, he wouldn't think twice but this was Darcy. No, not Darcy, he corrected himself bitterly, Kerry.

"Don't matter whether she's a man or woman, black or white, what she did makes her a monster, son," Bobby told him calmly, knowing that the last thing Dean needed was a shouting match right now.

Dean breathed in deeply before turning his attention back to the girl in the chair. "What about your Dad?" his voice cracked, knowing that a big part of his decision relied on this answer. "Did you kill him?" his own Dad's death was still so fresh in his mind, he couldn't imagine someone going out there way to kill their own father. Dean would do anything to have his back.

Her gaze washed over every man in the room and she stared at them with watery eyes before her sight finally rested on Dean. She nodded and sniffled before she whispered her answer just as a sob tore through her throat:

"Yes."