DEAN POV

I watched the girl drive away on the coolest bike I've ever seen.

"Dude…she was wearing an AC/DC shirt" I said, still a little out of it. "And her weapons…Mhmm…I would kill for some of those."

"Yea, I get it, you like her, moving on. I'm just saying, that the way Dad talked about her in here… it was like she was his daughter" Sam said, pointing to a line. "Look: 'I cant sleep again, because I can hear Kat screaming in her sleep. I cant look at her in the morning because I feel like a failure. I promised to help her, and I've been putting it off for as long as I can. I know that once she's done…I wont see her again, and I cant stand that thought,'" Sam flipped the page. " 'It's time for me to leave, and I know Kat can feel it. Her and Jamie cant even look at each other with out starting something and her and Blake are fighting all the time. I know she's not mine, but I'm afraid to loose her. Jamie's upset, I think because I never liked him that much. I know Kat loves him, but I don't think that he's the same as her.' What the hell does that mean. Like she's not human or something."

"Maybe they've been through different things." I tried to reason. "And if Dad trusted her like he says he did, then I'm up for it"

"It didn't sound like he trusted her…it sounded like he was her father. Over protective and worried all the time…he wasn't even like that with us"

"Yes he was…you just never saw it." I said, not liking this topic.

"And does she not know he's dead?" Sam asked. "That's what it sounded like at the Roadhouse"

"Look, I don't know. She's been separated from him for a year now, maybe she's been too underground to hear anything."

"She knows about the Apocalypse"

"So does Ash. And she said herself that she preferred the dark on this one. Maybe she never asked."

"Okay…I want to talk to Bobby first though" Sam said. I kept driving, wondering why I was sticking up for her so much.

"Did you see her eyes?" I asked suddenly, remembering the beautiful blue.

"Uh…yes?" Sam asked.

"They looked familiar." I said finally. I pulled into Bobby's a while later, still not sure where I'd seen those eyes before.

I got out of the car, and shut the door, before looking back toward the house to see that Kat had Bobby engulfed in a bone-crushing hug. Wheelchair and all. Her small frame wound around him and I could see that Bobby was struggling to hold back tears.

"Is Bobby…crying?" Sam asked as we slowly walked over.

"I think he feels the same as Dad" I answered as I watched Bobby hold her close to him.

"I thought you were dead" Bobby said, in a gruff voice.

"Me? Never," Kat said smiling.

"But Blake…?"

"Didn't make it" she answered with her head in his shoulder. I looked at Sam. You could tell that we weren't supposed to hear that. "Have you heard form Jamie?"

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

"Boys." He said, then did a double take. "You know her?" He asked before pointing at Kat, who was now standing near me. We nodded. "And you didn't tell me? I thought this girl was friggin' dead and you didn't think to let me know?" He roared. He grabbed his shotgun.

"We met tonight!" Kat shouted as she put her body in between me and the barrel. Bobby put his gun down slowly. "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 us. I nodded before going back to the car and unloading everything with Sam. We took it up to her room and put down her stuff. I unzipped one of the duffels and smiled at the assortment of skinny jeans and t-shirts.

"Dude, are you seriously looking through her stuff?" Sam asked.

"She gave us permission" I shrugged and continued to rifle through her bag. "Dude…girl boxers" I said as I smirked. "Lighten up, Sammy"

He shrugged and picked up her CD case. He flipped through them idly. "She's like the girl version of you" He held up a Metallica CD. "And. What's this?" He held up a few blank disks. I shrugged, so he walked over to the TV in the room and pushed it in and pressed play.