Durham, Washington
The setting is at night, with a full moon and at a biker bar. Someone comes in through the woods, being noticed by every man there. She comes to one of the men there and then they go to a back alley.
"Damn. Girl after my own heart."
"That's the idea sweetie."
That's when her nails turn to werewolf nails and she slashes his throat before eating his heart. With the three of us however, we decided to take a much needed break, sitting ocean-side and drinking some beers. Sam and Dean were in lawn chairs, and I was sitting on the ground, between Dean's legs, and my hand in his. Well the hand the engagement ring was on anyway, he's been playing with it himself lately.
"Hey, something I needed to ask you." He says to Sam.
"Shoot."
"You've been...kicked, bit, scratched, stabbed, possessed, killed...and you sprain your friggin' elbow?"
"Dude, it was more than a sprain alright? And it was a friggin' demon, but..."
"But what?" Dean chuckles. "That sling come with a slice of crybaby pie on the side? Please." He adds as he tries to stifle a laugh, but that causes all of us to snicker a bit.
"I didn't get hurt though. That says something." I laugh.
"Yeah, that you could very well be much tougher than Sammy." Dean chuckles again. "That's my girl."
"How you doing?" Sam asks Dean.
"Golden, man."
"Come on."
"Seriously, I'm good. I mean I got to properly propose the other day. Why wouldn't I be good? So I am. You know, we got...three more cases of this stuff on ice in the trunk. Taking some 'we time'. Best decision we ever made."
"Amen to that." I grin, as I turn and kiss his hand, before we all clink bottles.
"See that thing in the paper this morning?"
"Maybe it was an animal kill."
"Awfully weird to be an animal kill though." I remark.
"It was three kills, and it was in the same town, all within the last month."
"Yeah, you're right. We should call some guys, have 'em fix it."
"Good. Smart."
"Done."
"Or...we could be in and out. It's a milk run."
"Right, because that happens never."
"Look, Sam, what we're doing here, it's good okay? Us three hanging out. But I need to work. I need this."
"I'm down for doing this case." I nod.
"If things go sideways...I mean, like an inch, you gotta give me the heads-up."
"Done. You got my word." Dean states, letting my hand go and patting me on the shoulder, signalling me to get up.
I do, and he gets up and grabs his chair and heads to the car and puts everything away. Sam does the same and then we head back to the bunker and grab our things before setting out on the case. We got to the police stations, dressed as game wardens to get the information that we needed.
"Gentlemen, Miss." He says as we show him our badges. "Well, I'm not gonna lie. We're damn glad to see you. You three must come up on stuff like this all the time."
"Oh for sure." I nod.
"Definitely."
"Hell, seen raccoons in rec rooms and bears in swimming pools. But this? You tell me."
"Yeah. Oh. Well uh...where do we start? What with uh...logging."
"Ice caps."
"coin. Yeah. Obama."
"You know what? Maybe...maybe uh, you could walk us through the attacks. Any similarities, anything weird."
"Only thing weird about them was how similar they were. Folks torn clean through. Hearts absent."
"Absent?"
"Hearts absent as in..."
"...consumed, most likely."
"And there were no witnesses?"
"Well, the town square attack, the parking lot...those were real late. But the bar? Hell, with how jammed the place was, you'd think somebody other than Tommy would've seen something."
"And what did he see?"
"Honestly, not much. Now Tommy ain't exactly what we call a reliable witness. And he's telling anybody who'll listen he saw some girl go out back with Barker, and she got torn up too."
"So there was a second victim?"
"Well sure...except Tommy's a drunk. There's no body, no D.N.A., no blood trail, no nothing to suggest that. Give me one sec."
"Yeah."
"So I think we all know what this sounds like right?"
"Hearts missing. Sounds wolfy to me."
"Yeah. Pretty brazen, even for a werewolf."
"You think it was the girl?"
"It's possible." I nod.
"Let's find out."
From the sheriff's station, we went to that said bar and found Tommy there and decided to question him.
"Yeah, Barker and I have been raising hell, chasing tail, and riding for a long time. Part of him always knew when his clock ran out, it wasn't gonna be pretty. To go out like that? By some animal? Just ain't right."
"You mind, uh, you mind telling us what went down?"
"Any details would be very helpful." I add.
"It was just another party, you know? Barker went out back. The next thing you know, everyone's yelling and screaming, and he's all torn up."
"Now the sheriff mentioned you thought there might've been a girl involved. You think she was killed, too?"
"Nope."
"No?"
"So there was no girl?"
"Couldn't say."
"You know we're not cops right?"
"Badge is a badge."
"Well you should also know that working outdoors the way we do, we see some...some pretty weird crap. Stuff that we can't explain. I mean, hell, half the stuff, we wouldn't have believed it ourselves had we not seen it together."
"Well, you don't have to live in this town, mister. You don't have to deal with the ridicule."
"I'm just saying that crazy might not be as half as crazy as you think."
"So if someone were to tell you they saw a ghost, you'd...believe that?"
"Just assume we believe everything."
"Okay, then. The other night, I was taking a ride past the old Sturges farm. You know, thinking about the rides me and Barker used to go on. I saw her man."
"Saw her who?"
"The girl?" I question.
"The girl." He nods.
"What, after the attack?"
"Hell, yeah. She was just standing there, all bloody, watching me. So...so I turn the hell around, I-I ran back, thinking, damn, you know, she...she's hurt or something. But...she was just gone. Like, gone."
"Like a ghost."
"No, I don't give one red cent in Hell what the cops say. She was there. She was eaten. She's a freakin' ghost."
Following that, we had gotten changed out of our uniforms and made our way to that farm that Tommy said he saw that girl at.
"Well...ghosts don't shred people like that."
"Nope."
"Yeah, well...this flea bag, looks like she ain't done chowing down on Sons of Anarchy just yet."
"Guess she likes bad boys."
"Tell me what girl doesn't though. Supernatural being or not." I remark.
"Well, wait'll she gets a load of us." Dean says as we approach the barn and then we split up.
Dean finds chickens on the ground and eaten, and then claw marks on the door. He then goes in and looks around until he finds this girl with her back to him.
"Stop ignoring my calls. Pick up the phone and call me right now. This isn't how it's supposed to go. Look, I've been down this road before and I'm not going to..." She trails off before sniffing the air and then makes a break for it.
Dean chases after her and that's when she runs into Sam and I. When we get a good look at her, we can't believe who it is.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me."
"What?"
Sam then turns her around and it's Kate, who we previously dealt with before.
"Kate?"
"Kate." I state.
In order for us to talk to her and get the information we needed, we had to tie her up. So we grabbed some rope and did just that.
"I know who you are."
"Congratulations."
"After what happened at school, I thought you'd let me go."
"Yeah, well, that was before you started dropping bodies."
"What?"
"Killing innocent people."
"Guy at the bar saw you before you went all wolverine on his buddy. So...surprise. Here we are."
"Kate, you said you were gonna go straight. What happened?"
"Thought we had come to an agreement, that you wouldn't hurt anyone and you'd never see us again?" I add.
"I guess things change. Being this...I tried to be strong, but the hunger was too much. Too hard. It's not like anyone gave me a handbook on how to be a werewolf."
"Oh honey, there is no handbook on being a werewolf. Sorry."
"But it looks like you're doing a pretty good job so far. Break some hearts, then you eat em'."
"I was on my own. I...evolved."
"So that's what you call killing innocent people?"
"Whatever you're gonna do, just...do it."
That's when Dean takes the gun and points it at her, but Sam stops him and makes him lower it.
"Hey." He says before motioning us to step away to talk.
"What is it Sam?"
"You know what? Let me do it."
"Why?"
"Yeah, why you?"
"Because...I think you should sit this one out."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not ready Dean."
And right after that is when Sam's phone goes off, stopping our conversation.
"What does he mean I'm not ready?" Dean asks me quietly.
"I think you know." I reply, when Sam answers the phone.
"Hello?"
"Warden, we had another animal attack over at the high school gymnasium. Guy was as security guard. Same M.O. as the other three."
"When?"
"Deputy said the victim's blood was still warm when he got there, so had to be less than an hour ago."
"Of course. Thank you. Um, I'll be in touch."
"What was that about?"
"We got a problem."
"What, besides, uh, werewolf barbie over here?"
"Yeah. There was another kill, across town, just before dark."
"Well, how did Kate get her murder on and then get back here b-" He trails off before realizing that it couldn't have been her.
"She's not the one behind the attacks."
"You don't think she did it."
"Look..I don't know, man. But as far as I'm concerned..." He trails off before we hear the rope snap and Kate escapes.
"Damn it! Alright, if she's not icing people, then why play the big bad wolf?"
"Protecting someone who she knows is doing it?"
"Or maybe she's running with a pack. You know, trying to protect them too?"
"Well, a hell of a price to pay. She was about two seconds away from taking a dirt nap."
"What is that?"
"It's her phone. Let's see who she was booty calling when we pulled up."
He goes through the phone and goes to the most recent call on the list, putting it on speaker.
"Thank you for calling the Lincoln Motel. Can I help you?"
"Well looks like we're heading there next." I state, before we all get back into the car and make the drive there.
"So what's this about me not being ready back there?" Dean questions.
"I'm...I wasn't...trying to start something, Dean. I was just saying, I thought that was the whole point of us taking a break. You know?"
"Oh, no. No, yeah. I get that. And, you know, there's no worries there."
"Okay."
"But I gotta ask. What about you?"
"What about me, what?"
"Are you ready?"
"Why wouldn't I be ready?"
"Lester."
"Lester?"
"My wife kicked me to the curb. We haven't had sex for four months, but not that she hasn't been having plenty."
"It is possible that you can have your revenge."
"Who summons me, and for what purpose?"
"Lester! Don't!"
"Kill my wife, and my soul is yours."
"Who are you?"
"Oww! You're a punk-ass demon! And you work for me now."
"You're serious? This is about Lester?"
"Um, don't get me wrong. I'm not...I'm not...I'm not trying to start anything either, okay? I'm just saying, maybe...maybe we oughta talk about that."
"Okay, except there's nothing to talk about."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"I just figured since we're opening up veins, that maybe you'd want to talk about the guy who you made sell his soul."
"The guy who you then killed, right? I mean, that's the same guy we're talking about?"
"I was a demon."
"Oh, you were a demon? Oh, I didn't realize that."
"Hey, man, Lester was gonna pay for that soul shake sooner or later. So technically, it's still on you."
"What do you want from me Dean? Look I w...I'm not happy about it okay? But I needed to find you. We needed to find out. So if I had to...bend a few rules.."
"Go dark."
"Go dark. Sure. Label it if you want."
"Look, man, again, I'm not complaining okay? In fact, I'm doing just the opposite of complaining. I...I just...you know, between Lester and the others..."
"There weren't others."
"Okay, either way, maybe we both needed that time off. This is good. This is good."
"Yeah. Okay."
From there, the ride was quiet, and when we finally reached the motel and when the office was opened, Sam went in to find out information on who we think is Kate staying in the motel room.
"Alright, so the uh, clerk says a blonde rolled into room 3 just before sunup." Sam says as he comes back.
"She alone?"
"He thinks so."
That's when we see a girl come out of the motel room.
"She's on the move."
We then get out of the car and follow her, along a jogger's trail and then into the woods.
"What's she doing?"
"Looking for breakfast."
We come up to her when she stops behind a jogger, but we stop her before she could follow him further into the woods.
"Kate!"
"Stop!"
"It's over."
She turns around, but it isn't Kate at all.
"Oh god." She gasps. "Please, don't. I'll give you anything you want."
"Where's Kate?"
"Who?"
"You were just in her motel room."
"You have to know her, in order to be coming out of her motel room."
"What? That's my room."
"Why were you following that guy?"
"Robbie? I-I know him. I just wanted to surprise him."
"Test her."
"Test me for what?"
"I've got it." I say as I take out a silver blade.
"No! Help! Somebody help me!"
"Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you."
"I don't want to die."
"You're not gonna die. Trust me."
And just then her eyes change and her teeth change and I'm jumped on after Dean and Sam are knocked out of the way. That's when Kate comes up and pulls her off.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
Dean cocks his gun, but Kate steps in front of him.
"Don't! She's my sister."
"What? Your sister? She just tried to kill me!" I remark as I get to my feet, and brush myself off.
"You three stay here, I'll try and catch her." Dean says as he dashes off into the forest.
A while later, Dean came back, alone.
"I lost her. Kate, why is your sister a werewolf, huh?" Dean asks, pointing his gun at her.
"Hey. Hey." Sam tries to get him to lower the gun.
"Why?!"
"Let her talk."
"I am!"
"Then put the gun down."
"You don't need that to talk." I add.
"But her sister almost killed you!"
"Almost...just let her explain why her sister is a werewolf...with no weapons pointed at her."
"Why? So she can run again? Nuh-uh."
"She just saved our lives."
"More importantly mine...you know...your fiancee...remember?"
It takes a few moments, but that was enough to get Dean to lower the gun.
"Now Kate, you can explain."
"My sister is a werewolf because I turned her into one."
"You're kidding right?"
"Okay, this is the part where you help yourself out."
"I-I don't care. Alright? I'm sick of the lies."
"Let me get this straight. We let you run because we take pity on you, and you turn around and you start making pups? You start killing people?!"
"It's not like that! I'm no killer."
"Well, the way I remember it from the snuff film that you left us, is that you killed your boyfriend's best friend."
"That's because Brian went crazy. I had no other choice."
"Okay Kate, if this wasn't you..."
"That's a big 'if'."
"Dean..."
"Then who was it? Your sister? Did your sister do this Kate?"
"Cat got your tongue?" I remark.
"Really? You almost take a bullet for her, and you got nothing?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"The truth!"
"Hey, guys. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Can we, uh, take it somewhere else?" Sam asks as we see a group of joggers coming our way.
"Yeah, seems like a good idea." I nod.
"Oh yeah, sure. Go grab some coffee, maybe some bear hearts. Let's party."
We then make our way out of the woods and back to the car, before heading to a nearby diner to get more information out of Kate regarding her sister.
"Just so you know, Brian's the reason I carry this." She says as she goes into her inside jacket pocket.
"Hey."
"I'm just showing you something." She says as she pulls out a silver blade. "In case I ever lose it, like Brian did, you won't have to kill me."
"Yeah well, saying it and doing it are two different things."
"I'm serious. And whether you believe me or not, I've never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. And I have never, ever eaten a human heart."
"Guess that explains all the dead chickens back at the barn."
"I eat what I can find, what people won't miss, hopefully. Small game, deer. I meditate. Yoga helps."
"Yoga?
"Werewolf doing yoga...something you don't hear about every day."
"Okay."
"You laugh but...I'll pretty much try anything to keep that side of me under control."
"Well, that is great Kate. It really is. And it's nice to see that, uh, this hippie dippie new age crap has had such a positive influence over your sister."
"Care to explain to us what happened with her?"
"Tashsa...she's a different story. After I left school, I was...adrift. Lost. Not really sure where to go or...what to do, so...I went someplace safe. I went home. But...even though I'd be good, I started to think about my family. How safe were they going to be? I was a werewolf. And then, of course, there was you three. What if you showed up and tried to kill me? I couldn't risk that. So I...walked away. Never called, never wrote, just...started a new life. Until one day, I saw a posting on my sister's Facebook page. Tasha had been in a really bad car accident. The doctors didn't think she was gonna make it. We were always so close, so...I had to go say goodbye. Then...it hit me. This curse that I had, that had brought me nothing but pain and suffering, could actually finally maybe do something good. If I turned Tasha into a werewolf, it would heal her wounds, save her life, give her a second chance. So, uh...I did the unthinkable. At first I thought I'd failed, that...even though werewolves heal quickly, it was too late for Tasha. Then she woke up, not sick anymore, but okay."
"Hi. Hey. Hi."
"Tasha had so many questions. What happened? How did she get here? So..I was straight with her. The good, the bad, the ugly. What we were and why we could never go back home, and the responsibility we had to control what we'd become."
"I picked you up from the hospital, I'm gonna take you someplace safe, okay?"
"It was a lot to swallow. But we had each other, and that felt like enough. Or...so I thought. My sister, she gave into everything that I had warned her about. And...I knew, even if I couldn't bring myself to admit it then...I knew I was losing her."
"So back at the barn, that was all just an act to protect Tasha?"
"She's family. And yeah, worth eating a bullet for. And she needs me now more than ever. This is my mess. I gotta clean it up."
"Yeah, but one problem..."
"How do you plan on doing that, Kate?"
"By getting Tasha out of here."
"She hasn't listened to you yet. Why do you think she's gonna start now?"
"I don't know, but...I've gotta try. Y-you know, we'll go out into the woods. We'll drop out for however long it takes until she learns to control this."
"Little late for team building, don't you think?"
"I mean it seems she's past trying to learn to control it."
"So, what? I just abandon her? I did this. I owe her every chance to make it right."
"What if she never does?"
"Then I'll take care of it."
"You'll take care of it? You know what that means?"
"Why don't you ask Brian?"
"Well, maybe it doesn't have to come to that. You know, if you had shot straight with us from the get-go, we might've been able to help you a lot sooner."
"What do you mean?"
"By curing you both."
That causes Sam and I to give Dean a weird look.
"Shut up." She scoffs.
"Yeah, okay, or you're welcome."
"There is no cure for werewolves."
"And for a long time, that was true, but we found one. Now we've got everything we need on our end okay? But the clock is tickin', and we need one more thing...Tasha. Unless you want to do this without her."
"N-no. No. It's a long drive, but...I know where to find her."
We pay for what we had at the diner and then made our way out to the car, and waited for Kate to come out as she was in the bathroom.
"Dude, what are you doing? There is no cure."
"No kidding."
"There's one." He states, revealing his silver blade.
"Dean, it's a little more complicated than that."
"Kate and Tasha are monsters and last time I checked, we kill monsters."
"Right, but how can you possibly blame Kate for fighting for her sister? We do it all the time."
"Well yeah, and that's worked wonders for us."
"Well, we're still here, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but is it right? I mean, all that you've done for me, I've still got this mark."
"And we'll figure that out. We always do. But you can't take whatever's happened to us or to you and...and dump it at these girls' feet."
"Alright, so, what? You wanna nuance this thing? Hit me. What's your plan?"
We then get on the road and head to where Tasha would be, accordint to Kate. Sam and I sat in the back while she was up front with Dean.
"Kate?" Sam questions.
"She's out."
"Okay. Then, um...I gotta tell you something. I, uh...I lied about Lester."
"What?"
"There were others."
"Other humans?"
"No. No, no. And...and I'm sure there were a few hunters I rubbed or I..punched the wrong way, but...no. I pretty much saved my best stuff for the bad guys. But you gotta understand something, Dean. I watched you die, we both did. And I carried you. I carried your corpse into your room, and I put your dead body on your bed, and then you just..."
"..were gone." I finish.
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"I know. I guess I was hoping that note would, you know, fill in the blanks."
"'Don't look for me'? That note? Yeah, that was really informative. Thanks."
"And what made you think we wouldn't look for you Dean?"
"Yeah. I..."
"What?"
"It's embarrassing, you know?"
"W-what's embarrassing?"
"All of it. You know, the...the...that note. Crowley. Everything."
"Dean, you were a demon."
"Exactly."
"I was a demon? Oh, thanks. I didn't...I didn't realize."
"Shut up." Sam chuckles.
"Not to mention, I never even said 'thank you'. So..."
"You don't ever have to say that, not to me."
"We both knew how you felt. It's alright."
"Well...good. Then I guess it's all gravy. Little R&R and we are back at it. Hey." He says as he wake Kate up. "How we doing?"
"We're getting close."
"What is this place?"
"Ever since Tasha and I were little, we've been coming up to this cabin with our parents."
"Now why do you think Tasha will even be here?"
"When she became a wolf, we knew it was gonna be hard, so we kind came up with this escape plan in case things ever got bad."
"So it's a rendezvous spot?"
"Pretty much."
Only a while later, and we pull up to the cabin, with the lights off. We stop when we have view of the cabin and Dean turns the car off.
"Now what?"
"Maybe I should go in first, explain all this?"
"Sounds good." Dean says as he then handcuffs her to the steering wheel.
"What are you doing?! You son of a bitch! There is no cure, is there?"
"Unfortunately not." I say with my head down.
"I trusted you. It's not her fault. It's mine."
"She killed people."
"That's not easily forgivable."
"Because I did this to her, okay? So if you want your pound of flesh, take me."
"We'll deal with you later."
"But she can be saved!"
"No. Tasha's in too deep. You don't ever come back from that, not ever. Come on guys."
"No! Please! Don't do this! Don't! Please, Sam! Brooke, please."
"I'm sorry Kate, it's too late for her to be saved and if we don't take care of this problem, more people are gonna die." I frown before joining Sam and Dean.
"Please, don't!"
We then step into the cabin and turn the flashlights off because we didn't need them anymore. We proceed to search the house for any signs of Tasha. Sam finds a door and then slowly opens it, finding Tasha inside the room.
"I can't believe my own sister betrayed me."
"Yeah, except...she didn't."
"You're not gonna shoot me."
"And why's that?"
"Sam." Dean gets his attention as we both appear in the doorway, having been capture by two other wolves.
"Drop the gun, or dreamboat here and his little girlfriend gets their minds blown."
"Don't do it Sam." Dean tells him, only to be hit in the back of the head and he falls to the floor.
"Dean!"
"Quiet! Well...Sammy?"
He has no choice, but to drop it.
"Tasha!" Kate exclaims as she rushes in, only to be grabbed herself. "What did...who are these people?"
"Brandon. Travis. I turned them. They're our new family."
"Yeah, you're a regular psycho Brady Bunch."
That causes one of them to snarl at Dean, and Sam tries to intervene, but gets pushed onto the bed by Tasha, and she tries choking him out.
"No!"
"You've always had crappy taste in guys."
"Tasha, we can talk about this."
"They were gonna kill me." She says as she does let him go. "And now you're protecting them?"
"No. I'm protecting you."
"Yeah. I'm good. Thanks. So here's how it's gonna be. You can walk away or you can join my pack."
"I'm not walking away."
"Then prove you got what it takes. Eat his heart out, and then hers." Tasha says, looking at Sam and then at me.
"Kate."
"Don't." I add.
"You don't have to do this."
"No one's talking to you, Paul Bunyan. So?"
"No."
"Take them. Have some fun. Oh, and I want a heart to-go. Put it in a doggie bag."
We're then taken into the other room by Brandon and Travis.
"On your knees!"
"Wow. Well, I'm awfully flat..." Dean trails off before he and Sam are hit so they are on their knees.
"You too sweetheart."
"No." I stand my ground.
"T, I can help you get better."
"Oh, I am better. And smarter and stronger and awesome. I'm a freakin' superhero."
"Who kills innocent people? No, that's not you. You were a good kid."
"I was weak and scared. I let people walk all over me...Mom, Dad, friends, boyfriends, you. But I'm not weak anymore. And I'm not scared. I'm scary."
"I was trying to give you a second chance. You wouldn't have been...normal, but we would've had each other."
"We still can. But I'm not gonna spend my life on the run from people like them out there. We're strong, Kate. We can go anywhere we want. We do anything we want. And if anyone gets in our way...you don't have to be alone anymore. We can do this together."
"You okay?" Dean asks Sam.
"I've been better. These guys, huh? Can you believe 'em?"
"Yeah, a couple of minor leaguers."
"Yo! You're dead. You don't get to talk. In fact..." He trails off before his buddy gets stabbed with the silver blade and then he does as well...by me since he stopped Dean from doing it.
"Well, welcome to the majors, boys."
"Kate...we're gonna be good, okay? We're gonna be great."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Kate and Tasha then hug, but then Kate ends up stabbing her with her own silver blade.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She says before ditching.
By the time we finally realize they're left in the room, and storm in there, we see Tasha dead and the window open, Kate having fled. Since that was all done, we got going ourselves and away from the cabin and things were quiet for a while.
"So, we going after her?"
"I don't know Dean."
"I say we just leave her alone."
"But you gotta admit, when push came to kill, she did good."
"She did." I nod.
"Yeah. So maybe it's a good thing you didn't shoot her."
"Really? You're gonna Monday morning quarterback this thing? If you got an itch to scratch..."
"Dean, look, we all jumped on this case. I agree. Equal parts blame there. But the whole idea behind laying low was to rest, to..try and deal with everything we...everything you went through. Maybe we jumped back in too fast. I mean, Dean, you were a demon. You still have the mark. Didn't you ever wanna talk about it?"
"Talk about it? Talk about it how?"
"Come on, man."
"I am coming on, Sam. Look, I know what happened. Okay? I was there. Remember? I'm not trying to get by it. I just...that's not what this was about."
"Then what is this about?"
"About gettin' back in the saddle. Okay? Doing something good, not stewing in my own crap."
"And what if you're not ready?"
"I think that proved back there that he is ready though."
Kate's cell goes off, the one that Dean took, which interrupts what he was going to say.
"Well, I'll give you one thing. Pretty damned good at getaways."
"Yeah. Well, I decided that living was better than being dead."
"For what it's worth, thank you. At the end of the day, she was your sister."
"No. She wasn't."
"Listen to me Kate. You keep moving, keep your nose clean, and we can stop meeting like this."
"I hear ya. And I will, but I'm not gonna promise, 'cause..."
"Yeah. See you around kid."
"I sure as hell hope not."
With that she hangs up and she walks off into the night.
"Let's say you're right."
"About what?" Sam asks, as we both give Dean a confused look.
"Everything. Maybe I'm not ready to hunt."
"But you just did a great job back there." I remark.
"I know. I'm just trying to do the right thing, 'cause I'm so sick and tired of doing the wrong one. And I took a step in the right direction by being able to ask you to marry me Brooke."