Dean watched in something like amazement as the man he'd come to think of as his father held onto Kat from his chair. Her small frame wound around him, trying to find the best way to hold on as Bobby struggled to keep his composure.

"Thought you were dead." The gruff voice reached the pair and they cast each other looks.

"Me? Never," she answered, and Dean was shocked to hear a smile behind the words.

"But Blake…?"

"Didn't make it," she answered with her head in his shoulder. Dean looked at Sam cautiously. Both could tell they weren't supposed to hear that. "Have you heard from Jamie?"

"No…" Bobby was holding something back, and all of them could tell, but he didn't say anything else.

"Boys." He said in greeting, and then did a double take. "You know her?" He asked before pointing at Kat, who was now standing carefully near Dean. "And you didn't tell me? I thought this girl was friggin' dead and you didn't think to let me know?" His voice was that kind of calm that made you feel guilty, even if it wasn't your fault. It was the kind of calm that let you know you hurt him, just a bit.

"We met tonight," Kat spoke up, her voice softer than she had been with the boys. "I'll make it up to you," She said, smiling.

"You'll cook? Ahh, I knew I missed you for a reason," Bobby said smiling as she leaned down to kiss his cheek before running inside. "Get her bags. Second guest room," Bobby ordered. Dean grumbled under his breath before shouldering the duffels and bringing them to the room.

He dropped them unceremoniously on the bed, noting how the springs squeaked as the weight bounced around. Once it settled, he unzipped a duffel and began rifling through an assortment of jeans and shirts. He noted that a few were men's jeans, though what man would have a waist that small was beyond him. The shirts were mostly graphic-T's, decorated with funny phrases or Star Wars logos.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, coming to stand beside his brother.

"What? You don't want to know?" he asked sarcastically, before holding up a piece of cloth. "Dude. Girl boxers," he said with an impish grin.

Sam sighed at his brother's stupidity and picked up a CD holder.

"She's like the female version of you. Look at this, Metallica, ACDC, Rolling Stones," Sam listed. He stopped abruptly, coming to a blank disk. On it was a small note: video.

Dean shrugged after looking at it and Sam opened his laptop, before slipping it in and pressing play.

Instantly a boy of about eighteen appeared on the screen. He had black hair and brown eyes. He smiled at the screen. "Hey people of Earth! I'm Jamie and I don't know what my last name is." He paused for a moment, a frown working its way onto his lips. "Okay so this is my first video log, and I'm starting this so I don't go insane. I'm honestly just glad Kat let me buy this camera since we're pretty much broke. Anyway, we're on the road, not surprising, with John. I don't really know why he decided to let us join up after the past few years of Kat's begging, but he finally caved. He's lookin' for this big bad demon and said he'd help us find ours, but I don't like him very much. He likes Kat, though. He's a lot nicer to her than he is to other people. Still strict though. Like an army dad or something. But we had a father, once upon a time, and our family doesn't need to change any more." He trailed off, looking a little bitter. "Anyway, we're in a bar right now, tryin' to get some money while we wait for the new credit cards to come in. As you can guess, John's hustling pool and Kat's playing a group of college kids in poker. They have no idea what'll hit 'em. So I'm sitting here kinda useless, but I do have some research and stuff." The boy faded off and trained the handheld camera on a much younger Kat. Dean tried not to notice how tired and sad she looked. Like she'd been to hell and back. He knew that look. He did notice how her eyes lit up when Jamie walked over to her. She put on a smile and played along with his antics with the camera, making a sarcastic comment here and there in between dealing hands.

The scene cut away to the Roadhouse. Jamie was looking into the camera again, but now he looked tired. "We just finished a wendigo hunt…it was pretty rough, but we knocked it out. We're at the Roadhouse now, and John's talking to Ellen about old Yellow Eyes. Kat's sweet talking some other hunter who might know something about our demon. Don't tell her I said this, imaginary person who may or may not actually watch this, but I'm kinda scared for her. I haven't seen her really smile in years…of course part of that has a damn good reason, but I was hoping she'd be better by now. We've been out for years now and still nothing." He paused and Dean thought back to the earlier part of the video. If that wasn't a real smile, she was really good at faking. And her real one must take people's breath away, because the fake one certainly lit up the room. "I still don't like John, I mean, he's got his own kids…. and he never freakin' shuts up about them. I already know everything about them and I haven't even met them yet. Tell ya what though, that Sam kid is damn lucky his dad loves him so much. In this line of work…I know I would've thought it too dangerous for him to go to school. Way too dangerous." Dean looked at Sam pointedly as he looked at the floor. "And Dean…I wish John'd shut up about him for once. I don't care if he was an amazing son and brother, he doesn't have to freakin' rub it in my face. I know what I did. He doesn't have to remind me. I hope Dean and Kat never meet, 'cause she'll fall for him faster than you can say 'muscle car'. That's another thing…I. Don't. Care. About. The. Freaking. Car. I know he's freaked out because Dean has it, but seriously it's a chunk of metal. I know Kat would find it blasphemy and I've even caught her asking John if they could check on the two of them so she could at least see the car in person again. Who does that?" The CD ended and Dean changed it quickly.

"Just cause my car is amazing," he muttered under his breath. Sam sniggered.

"Okay, so now we're traveling with not just John, but the sweet talking hunter and his sister. Blake and Jenna. Kat and Blake are getting too close for comfort, but at least I have the assurance that they barely touch. The most they've done is hold hands and she can only manage that for a few minutes. He doesn't understand, but I do. Better than anyone. Part of me wants him to heal her; the other part knows he can't. She's been through too much for it to just disappear because some hot guy wants it to." Dean glanced curiously at Sam and he looked just as confused. The camera moved and walked into another room where a blonde guy and red-haired girl were sitting with John and Kat.

The scene changed again. "It's been almost three months and we've gotten almost nowhere with our demon. Azazel, yellow eyes, has at least been active. More psychics are showing up all over the world, but our guy's been silent. Like he's sleeping. I'm getting cabin fever here. John promised to help, but I think he's holding off because he knows that once this is over, Kat's going to leave. I know this is one of the only things pushing her. And it's doing it more than me. I don't know what to think anymore." Jamie hung his head.

Dean huffed and shook his head. He couldn't let his guard down because of someone who was obviously biased. He still didn't trust her completely. He changed the disk and waited.

"John's going to leave. We can all tell. His kids are in trouble and none of us blame him, but I can't help but feel a little betrayed. Sure I never liked the guy, but he's the closest thing we have to a dad, and I want to go with him. Blake and Kat have been going strong, and by that I mean she finally managed to kiss him. It lasted like a half second but he thinks it's progress. I think it's her feeling guilty and trying to throw him a bone, but I'm not going to crush the poor bastard. I know once John leaves, so will I. I can barely stand to look at Kat nowadays without breaking down. The end of all this shit'll go down eventually, and I don't- I can't be there to pick up the pieces. She won't be all better when it's over, and I can't stick around to watch her realize that.

"She's different. I know we're twins and we're even born conjoined" He held up his pinky which held a small scar in the shape of an asterisks. It reminded Dean of a star. "Forgot to mention it, we were born with our pinkies wrapped around each other. That's the only thing John found out about our pasts. Apparently, Kat came out first, but she wouldn't let go of me. When the doctor cut us loose, he sewed us up and that was that. No big deal. The doctor also said that our mother had held Kat and said that an Angel was watching over her. Hell if I know what that meant, but I do know that our dad loved me more. That's bad to say, but the only thing I remember from our childhood is dad telling our mom that I was his child, but Kat wasn't. I don't even know how that's possible. Whatever, I know at some point she'll find out. But she's not looking for answers anymore, I am. That's why I gotta leave I gotta know why we-"

"What the hell are you doing?" a voice asked from the doorway. Dean and Sam jumped up guiltily, snapping the laptop shut.

"Just-" Dean started.

"What is wrong with you people?" she asked, her voice soft and calm. Neither answered and her hand twitched dangerously towards the gun in her belt. "You couldn't just fucking ask me?" she asked, her voice rising. "How could you?" She jerked the computer away from Sam, taking out the disk and the others and stuffing them back in her duffel.

"We just-" Sam tried.

"Just thought you'd check up on me? Figure out who you're hunting with?" She asked sarcastically. "Well I hope you found what you were looking for," she said harshly, before turning and rushing downstairs.

"Damn it," Dean muttered.

"This is why we can never have friends," Sam said bitterly. Dean only grunted in response. "Are you happy now? Do you trust her?" he asked.

"She's on probation," Dean replied softly, still looking at the door with conflicted eyes. He couldn't just let her in, and it was screwing with his head. He wanted to apologize, but the hunter side of him said he had nothing to apologize for. She was still an enigma, and he wouldn't let her past his walls until he knew where she stood. Sam sighed heavily, knowing that was as good as he would get from his older brother any time soon.

At the sound of fluttering wings, the boys turned to see Castiel. His eyes were on the door, looking at it almost longingly, before looking at the Winchesters.

"Watch her," he said stiffly.

"For what?" Dean asked, looking intently for a reason to not trust her.

"Don't let her leave after the hunt," he said his eyes boring into theirs. "She could be important in the downfall of Lucifer," he said cryptically, and Dean knew there was more to the story. He sighed loudly, knowing it was useless to even try to get the angel to further explain.

"How so?" Sam asked curiously. Dean felt he should give his brother a pat on the back for being slightly suspicious. Maybe they wouldn't take the same roads this time.

"She is needed on our side. Befriend her. Win her trust. Do what you can to ensure her stay," he said. "And Dean, do not toy with her," he said forcefully.

And then he was gone.

"Wow. Who shoved a stick up his feather ass?" Dean asked, looking at the spot his friend had been a moment before.

"He just wants to make sure she won't go dark-side cause you screwed around with her head," Sam said dismissively. Dean grumbled something inaudible and followed Sam downstairs.