Chapter Two – Blackout
Sorry I made a typo in the first chapter and I can't work out how to change it. I meant episode 4x01 not 4x11 Lazarus Rising, sorry. Anyway I think this chapter is a bit long but I'm trying to squeeze in as much detail in the first chapters as I can so Castiel can make his awesome appearance as soon as possible. Yay! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed my last chapter it made my day(s)! Hopefully you all like Kate as much as I do and I would really appreciate for anyone to review and let me know what you think of Kate and my story so far. Thank you so much for reading and for everyone who reviewed last time once again, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it.
Acquiring Sam Winchester hadn't contributed much to the investigation. Sam hadn't made a deal, and he had no idea regarding what dragged Dean out of hell leaving him just as astounded as Dean, Kate and Bobby. He had hesitated at first when he saw Dean standing outside his motel room, his eyes had welled with tears and his breathing rate increased as the shock and confusion flooded his veins. He had to make the decision on whether to embrace the figure standing in his doorway, or impale him. Sam had chosen the latter. Sam's suspicion that his brother was possessed or was the walking dead enforced the idea that Sam didn't make a deal, and that the Winchesters' were back to square one.
Sam had been accompanied by a short, pale-skinned girl with dark hair cascading down to her lower back in glossy, defined waves. Kate wasn't entirely convinced by this supposed 'one-night stand' as Sam had never shown interest in the act that was becoming a ritual for Dean when he entered a different state. Also, the girl had revelled in the joke that Sam and Dean were a couple far too much, and the idea that Sam had forgotten her name seemed staged, as Sam would have spent the previous few days getting to know the girl before spending the night with her, and would have never forgotten the girl's name, that was more Dean's thing. However, Kate didn't question Sam about the mysterious dark-haired girl, as she had been wrong before, and didn't want to build a wall between her and her brother as this was the first time she had seen Sam in four months.
After probing Sam with questions on his actions over the last four months, the Winchesters retired to the Impala, trailing behind Bobby in search of a psychic named Pamela, who might be able to provide them with answers on whom or what had dragged Dean out of hell.
"I remember calling shotgun, Sasquatch," said Kate sulking from the back seat of the Impala.
"Aww, is Kate gonna cry," sniggered Sam sarcastically as he turned to face Kate. "I'll let you sit in the front seat next time," he smirked.
"No you won't," said Kate folding her arms and pouting like a child.
"I know," chuckled Sam returning to face the windscreen. Being the two youngest Winchesters, Sam and Kate were prone to fighting with each other, which Dean usually joined in on, always looking for ways to provoke his younger siblings.
"Your ass should never be allowed in this car again after what you did to her," barked Dean glaring at Sam whilst Kate giggled from the back of the car. She was happy she had won this one.
A few hours passed, and the Winchesters were still on the road. The sky was painted a clear, solid black, apart from a thin layer of translucent mist which covered the tops of the towering fir trees which enveloped the thin, winding road like a blanket. Kate had fallen asleep and her quiet breathing could be heard as silence wrapped the Impala in her arms.
'There's still one thing that's bothering me,' Dean mumbled as quiet as possible trying not to wake Kate. She was cranky when she was tired.
"Yeah?" asked Sam, his eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Yeah, the night I bit it. Or got bit. How did you make it out? I thought Lilith was gonna kill you," inquired Dean carefully watching Sam's facial expressions.
"Well, she tried. She couldn't," said Sam remembering how he had escaped the demon's clutches.
"What do you mean she couldn't?" Dean asked his voice getting louder as he tried to decipher what happened after his death.
"She fired this like burning light at me, and it didn't even scratch, like I was immune or something," Sam explained feeling as confused as his brother was. The Winchesters often felt confused, due to the fact that their jobs left them to exposed to many things that were unexplainable, but the last four months had really pushed the boat out and had them more bewildered than they had ever been before.
"Immune?" asked Dean, feeling like he was interrogating his brother.
"Yeah, I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that," Sam sighed, feeling like he had lost a chance to kill the demon who had enjoyed torturing the good people who had helped them escape from her a few weeks earlier at a police station in Monument, Colorado.
"Huh," Dean nodded, realising why Lilith might have let his brother go. Sam's veins were filled with demon blood making him acquire powers that imitated those of a demon. The thought made Dean's stomach twist as Sam could very well become one of the creatures the Winchester family had dedicated their lives to hunting. To repress this thought, Dean inserted an AC/DC tape into the tape deck and turned the volume up.
"Dean! You're a jerk!" shouted a voice from the back seat, her eyes were half open as she tried to recover from being woken.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Dean chuckled looking over to his brother, a similar smile was spread across his lips. There was nothing better than annoying their sister when it came to breaking the ice that was Dean going to hell, and Sam's possible future as a demon.
The sun rose above the horizon as the Impala approached Pamela's quaint home, filling the car with a warm, golden light. Sam and Dean practically leapt out of the car and bounded to the front door, as spending so many hours confined in the Impala made them relish any chance to stand up. Kate however, stumbled out of the rear car door, and effect of being woken up by Brian Johnson's shrieks in the early hours of the morning. Bobby knocked on the emerald green wood that was the front door and they waited for a reply. The door swung open almost immediately, probably because they had somewhat booked an appointment thought Kate.
The girl that answered was the same height as Kate, with black shoulder length hair which hung in tight curls around her high cheekbones and strong jaw line. Kate was overjoyed with the fact that her and Pamela were equal in height, because this would delay any comments from her brothers until they returned to the Impala. She wore a Ramones vest and blue denim jeans accompanied by a studded belt which hung loosely from her waist. The vest accenting how muscled her arms were.
"Hello boys, and girl," she said smiling as she saw Kate's face appear from behind Dean's shoulder.
"Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state," Bobby announced, introducing her to the Winchesters.
"Hey," replied Sam, Dean and Kate in unison.
"Come on in," Pamela chuckled as she stepped aside to let her guests enter her home.
After a few uncomfortable hours of witnessing Pamela flirt with both Sam and Dean, Kate found herself at a séance. She wasn't too frightened by psychics and the whole summoning business because she knew how to vanquish a spirit if it got too close, or a demon for that matter. Years under the training of John Winchester left her prepared for anything. Kate grasped her brothers' hands and waited for the supernatural mayhem to unfold in front of her.
"I need to touch something the mystery monster touched," said Pamela her thin right hand snaking under the table.
"Woah! He didn't touch me there!" exclaimed Dean as he jumped in his seat, banging his leg on the table.
"My mistake," Pamela said whilst giggling. Sam and Kate exchanged glances of worry with Bobby as Dean tried to recuperate from Pamela's fondling. Then he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the hand print that was engraved into his arm.
"Okay," she said softly as she placed her hand on the print and began the séance. "I evoke, conjure and command you, appear onto me before this circle," Pamela chanted her eyes closed in concentration. She repeated the words of summoning until Kate felt a surge of power electrify her hands as the TV switched on by itself.
"I evoke, conjure and command you, Castiel," she repeated her eyes clasping tighter as she discovered the being's name. Dean glanced over to Pamela in shock as she named the creature.
"No, sorry Castiel, I don't scare easy," snapped Pamela shaking her head.
"Castiel?" asked Dean his face painted with worry as he tried to understand what force had dragged him from hell. Kate suddenly felt frightened, her right hand trembled under Sam's. She was like Pamela, she didn't scare easy, but the overwhelming wave of power she felt when in the presence of this being scared her.
"It's name, it's whispering to me, warning me to turn back," Pamela muttered as the table they surrounded shook violently. Somehow, giving the creature an identity made Kate feel even more terrified as 'Castiel' seemed ancient, wise, powerful. Something that possessed this name could probably kill Kate and her brothers in one swift strike. Her eyes were now open and she cast a petrified look at Sam, but his were still tightly bound in concentration.
"I conjure and command you! Show me your face!" she chanted her voice tainted with authority. She repeated the words over and over the table shaking as she spoke every word. An ear-splitting noise echoed through the room, Kate gritted her teeth as the noise cut her eardrums into tiny pieces. Her hands tightened into small fists under Sam's as she tried to withstand the sound.
"I think we should stop," said Bobby under his breath.
"I think we should stop!" Kate shouted her voice cracking under the weight of worry, she had never been so frightened in her life. She was not going to go to a séance again, if she left this one alive.
"Show me your face now!" snapped Pamela sternly as the candles in the centre of the table erupted into flames, bathing Dean and Bobby's faces in a glowing light which revealed their looks of terror. The noise had stopped, but Kate could now hear Pamela's terrified screams from the opposite end of the table. She opened her eyes and saw that Pamela's were filled with a white light that was burning into her sockets.
"Pamela!" Kate exclaimed vaulting from her seat and rushing over to her, nearly knocking Bobby from his chair.
"Aaaahh!" her screams continued as blood poured from her eyes, and she collapsed from her chair onto the floor.
"Call 911!" shouted Bobby as Sam ran to the kitchen. Kate placed Pamela's head onto her knee, her legs shaking violently with fear as she watched the psychic writhe in pain.
"I can't see!" she cried revealing her empty sockets to Kate.
Sam, Dean and Kate retired to their motel after their encounter with Castiel and a run-in with a few overconfident demons at an off-road diner who seemed just as frightened of this entity as the Winchesters were. Dean and Kate had soon fallen asleep and Sam had left shortly after. The TV and radio in the room suddenly switched themselves on, waking Dean and Kate from beneath a pile of books on various supernatural lore. Dean rubbed his eyes and glanced over to Kate, her forehead creased in anger after being woken. She liked to sleep.
As the high pitched noise returned, Dean rolled out of bed and grabbed his shotgun. Kate rose from her chair and looked at him, his face was frozen into an expression of shock. Kate's legs had begun to shake again and she was scared that they were going to buckle from underneath her.
"It's back..." she said softly. Dean was pacing towards the door his shotgun raised as the noise rose in pitch, causing the Winchesters to drop to the floor, groaning in pain. The glass around them began to shatter with the intensity, Kate looked up to see her reflection crack in the ceiling as the mirrors surrounding them smashed into pieces.
"We need to get out of here!" she screamed trying to rise above the noise as Dean dodged a falling panel. The door swung open and she saw Bobby burst into the room sweeping her and Dean from the floor which was now patterned with broken glass.
After consulting with her brother and Bobby about the creature, Kate now found herself in an abandoned barn, acting out Dean's crazy scheme. They had planned to let whatever it was find them, then kill it. Seeing as the creature could burn people's eyes out if they looked upon it, Kate found the idea to be reckless and sulked, leaning against a wall decorated with religious symbols from across the globe. Sam was somewhat unavailable, and this left just Dean, Bobby and Kate in the barn. There was two tables in the centre of the room , lined with weapons able to slay just about any supernatural being, as they had no idea who this Castiel was.
"This is a stupid idea," said Bobby pacing the barn.
"I know," Dean sighed leaning against a table.
"This is a stupid idea," Kate grumbled. She usually repeated everything Bobby said when she was nervous as this comforted her. After John's death, she saw Bobby as a father figure to her and mimicked everything he said in a crisis to calm herself down when she was frightened. She liked to feel protected, and had spent the four months that Dean was in hell staying at Bobby's house, as it felt like home to her.
"I know!" barked Dean getting restless. They had been waiting for what seemed like hours after Bobby had uttered the summoning in Latin and Dean was beginning to question his procedure. "You sure you've done it right?" he asked just before the roof of the barn began to rattle. Kate stood up and prepared herself to face the powerful entity by grabbing a sawed-off shotgun stocked with rock salt from the nearby table. She immediately dropped the weapon as the lights in the barn burst into balls of white hot light, the sparks falling to the floor like glitter. She steadied herself by placing her hands on the table as her legs collapsed from beneath her in fear. She didn't know why this creature was affecting her so much. She had never faced something as powerful as this being before, but she was acting like she'd never seen the supernatural world. The heavy wooden doors at the front door forced themselves open with a loud creak, and a figure entered through the doorway, his body cast in shadow.