Being in the unknown was a very dangerous position for a hunter. So many things could go wrong if a hunter charged into a case without the required knowledge, and unfortunately, Kim was in the unknown–and she knew it. She was confused about the current case she was doing, unsure if it was even a case.
She's didn't want to see Dr. Mason, sure that it would bring up more questions than answers, but she knew that if she were to get the job done, it was something she had to do. It was the only lead she had. She didn't even know what happened to his daughter, unsure if it was even a supernatural occurrence. She was going in blind with no knowledge except for the facts that her grave was suspiciously surrounded with dead plants and she was only doing this to keep her mind distracted.
Packing her unhelpful book away, she made her way to her car and drove to the nearby address she had discovered, listening to some music as she drove. She had never really had a preference in music since everyone in her family had different taste, so Kim — being the youngest — had to listen to whatever her family put on.
Kim huffed when she made it to his house, meaning she would have to get out of the car and actually communicate with a grieving human; hopefully human. Kim was a person one could consider unemphatic. She believed the easiest way to deal with any emotional trauma was to repress it and that's what she always did. She'd let it fester in her as she silently suffered just as she was taught to do and therefore had no idea how to deal with someone who excepted their emotions and tried to deal with them.
Huffing, she stepped out of the car and stood in front of the house before trudging forward. She walked up the stairs and knocked on the door and a short man answered the door after a few moments of waiting. His vest was neat and grey, and he looked very presentable, so formal for his own house; when really it was quite normal, Kim just barely put much effort into her appearance.
The first thing she thought of was how presentable and normal he looked. By his appearance — and appearance only — Kim believed he had no idea about what could be going on in the world outside of his own.
The man looked at her and smiled weakly, a smile Kim knew too well.
"Hi, Dr. Mason?" Kim asked softly, faking a voice of solemn tones.
"Yes, I'm Dr. Mason," he confirmed.
"Hi, I'm Sarah, I was one of Angela's friends at school. I wanted to offer my condolences," Kim smiled sadly, trying her best to sound convincingly sympathetic. His glum smile grew a little, Kim copied it comfortingly.
Whenever introducing herself to someone she wasn't going to know long or had no future in knowing, she would use her sisters name in order to protect her identity. She hardly like to use it because as the name touched her lips, it left a sour taste in her mouth, but whenever she was put in a situation where she needed to give someone her name, Sarah's name would automatically slip out of her mouth.
"Please, come in," he greeted, moving out of the way. Kim looked around before cautiously walking into the house and followed the man into the lounge room decorated with healthy flowers and dusty books set upon an old bookshelf. He gestured for her to sit and she did, feeling herself sink into the soft couch. She looked around the room and saw a few interesting books filled with symbols and weird letters she was vaguely familiar with. With only a quick second thought, she moved on from the books and back to the unfortunate man.
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Her voice was gentle, it was not something common to hear from her. Dr. Mason sighed and sat down across from her, twiddling his thumbs as a nervous tick. Kim was very observant and saw that he was distressed as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Kim smiled, knowing it would be enough encouragement to convince him to start talking.
"No, I'm going to have to talk about it sometime —" Dr. Mason said but was interrupted by an abrupt knock on the door. He raised an eyebrow before excusing himself and walked to the door slowly.
Kim stayed seated and listened with curiosity.
"Dr. Mason?" a deep voice said from outside. Kim listened intensely to the voice, wondering who it could be. Curious, she looked outside the window behind her trying to see who it was, but instead of seeing a person she saw the same classic car that was outside the Roadhouse parked only a few meters away. The same car she saw at the motel and she started to wonder if whoever owned the car was following her. Slowly, she reached for her iron knife in her waistband and hovered her hand over it for easy access just in case something happened.
"Yes?" Dr. Mason said.
"I'm Sam, and this is Dean. We were friends of Angela's. We came to offer our condolences," a sweeter and kinder voice appeared. Kim raised an eyebrow and wondered who they really were, immediately not convinced that they were who they said they were just as she wasn't.
"Please, come in. Another friend of Angela's is here too," he said leading the two strangers into Kim's presence. Kim studied them intensely. They marched in with an unconcerned intimidation which Kim did not acknowledge. Both were tall, one taller than the other although it was hard to say exactly from the angle she was looking from. Each stood with their own posture which radiated a form of raw masculinity, all of which Kim had only seen once before. They both wore dark colours and baggy jackets, typical hunter's wear. Her eyes scanned them and after glancing at the face she confided who they were. Hunters.
The boys she bumped into at the bar. Kim studied their faces and saw that they were studying her as well. Kim shifted her eyes over the shorter one's face, her gaze accidentally falling into his. She had locked sight with a set of entrancing green eyes, mysteriously dull set with a matching smile, which looked as though it wasn't what it seemed. Kim knew all too well about a fake smile hiding whatever was underneath, but his smile seemed more extensive than that.
"I don't believe we've met. I'm Sam and this is Dean," Sam introduced with a small smile reaching his hand out to shake. Kim took it slowly and cautiously, not sure if they were on the same case. She wondered if they recognised her from the bar or if they believed that she actually one of Angela's friend.
"Sarah," said slowly, standing up to shake his hand. Dean decided to do the same.
Kim sat back down and watch as Sam sat next to her and Dean wondered around the room, looking at the interesting book that was placed on the shelf.
"How did you know Angela?" Sam asked. Kim squinted her eyes at him but acted naturally. She studied his face and appearance some more and realised that he had a knife in his shoe covered by his sock and a gun tucked into the back of his pants, hidden by his baggy jacket. A classic hunter move that Kim was guilty of.
"School," she answered simply, giving as little detail as possible. She looked over to a picture of Angela. "She was beautiful," she added.
"Yeah, she was," Dr. Mason added. There was a small silence in the room as Dean wandered around the room, admiring the books Dr. Mason had on his shelf.
"This is an interesting book," Dean said gesturing to a book filled with strange symbols.
"It's Ancient Greek. I teach a course," he stated. Dean smiled a quick and small smile, before turning back to the book.
As the convocation went on, Kim listened to the questions they were asking and discovered that Sam and Dean were implying that it was some sort of resurrection.
Questions like: "Do you miss your daughter?" It's a stupid question because of course he missed his daughter. The question implied if he missed her enough to raise her from the dead.
"Do you still feel her presence?" Another question that didn't make sense and it soon became obvious this convocation was about a resurrection and she felt silly for not realising it herself. A resurrection was not something she came across often as a hunter and it was not something that came quickly to her mind. The dead plants and trees and the perfect circle around the gravestone were details which pointed towards a spell like that.
"You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh... Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I... I'm just lost without her," Dr. Mason said visibly emotional, a suppressed whimper stuck in his throat. He sighed sadly and put his head in his hands.
"We're very sorry," Sam said sadly.
With the fact that they were hunters, Kim decided it would be best for her to continue on with the case hoping to get it done without bumping into them again. Kim had a better lead now, with the new knowledge of resurrection – she was no longer blind.
Normally, when other hunters joined her case, she would back off and start another case, hoping to avoid hunter conflict. She worked alone. It had almost become a habit to her that anything else would be uncomfortable. She preferred to silently leave town without the hunter even knowing that another hunter was working the same case.
Kim smiled sadly and got up from her seat. "Uh, I best be going. It was nice to meet you, Dr. Mason. Sam, Dean," Kim nodded softly to each of them before walking towards the door.
"Yeah, we'll be off too," Dean said and walked towards Kim, Sam not far behind.
Kim listened to their footsteps get closer to her and she groaned lowly to herself before walking out of the house and towards her car, her steps casually longer and faster than normal. These hunters seemed to be the persistent type and she knew that any longer in their presence would lead to a conversation Kim was too busy to indulge them in. Her attempt to avoid them was quickly undermined by an unfamiliar presence crawling up behind her. She stood at the door of her car, about to get in and dismiss the idea of some additional hunters joining her case.
"Uh, Sarah, was it? We just have a few questions to ask you," Dean said a bit louder than his average voice in order to grab her attention. She stopped right in front of her car and slowly turned around to look at them. She smiled slightly, hoping their interaction would be quick.
"Yeah, sure," Kim smiled innocently. Sam looked around for a moment and then looked back at Kim.
"Maybe we should talk somewhere else?" he said leading Kim away from the house and to a nearby bench surrounded by trees and serenity. Sam gestured for her to sit down, but she refused. Dean rolled his eyes and sat down next to Sam as Kim stood up and leaned against a tree.
"How did you know Angela?" Kim asked before either of them could speak. Dean looked at Sam suspiciously and then looked at Kim again.
"We were friends," Sam answered simply. Kim raised an eyebrow showing she wasn't unconvinced with their little story. "We just wanted to know if, before the accident, was she acting a bit different? A little weird?" he asked. Before she could answer, Dean, interrupted:
"Or maybe you feel her presence close to you sometimes? Like she was near you?" Dean added.
She indistinctly rolled her eyes. She knew that they thought she resurrected her. It was quite amusing to Kim but she needed to get on with the case. She answered them simply — which she could see Dean didn't like — but got bored with their questions quickly and became irritated because Sam was treating her like a fragile child.
He asked if she was okay.
How she was dealing with the death.
If she missed her, so she decided to move the conversation along.
"Actually, once I think about it, something did happen. But I don't know if it's going to help." Both Sam and Dean looked at her longing for the information. "She did get into a fight with her cousin that week. But that's all I know," she said softly, acting very fragile and innocent. Sam smiled at her and thanked her for her time before they hurried off to their car and drove away, presumably to find Angela's cousin.
Kim sighed to herself as she watched them drive in the wrong direction. Kim had no personal dislike towards Sam or Dean, and at first, she wasn't planning on sending them on a wild-goose-chase, but her patience could only last so long and it seemed like they were in a hurry to leave after Kim gave them the 'information' they were after. After all, Kim preferred to work solo.
As Kim walked back to the car she made the decision to go and talk to her roommate, pretending to be a guidance counsellor or therapist or something sentimental like that. She searched up the address on her laptop and drove to her house.
She knocked on the door of the house.
The door was answered by a girl with black hair and a small smile. She had red, watery eyes with tear stain down her cheek. Kim smiled sadly at her.
"Hello, Lindsey. My name is Sarah Hollow and I am a government-sent counsellor. I'm here to talk to you — or you talk to me — about the death of Angela. She was your roommate, right? It must be hard for you right now," Kim said pulling out a tissue from her pocket and handing it to her. Lindsey took it gratefully and wiped away coming tears.
"I didn't know the government sent guidance counsellors," she said as she stepped aside to let Kim in.
"Not many people do," Kim lied convincingly. Kim had always been a good liar. It came with the profession.
She led Kim into the small house and into the crowded living room. Lindsey gestured for her to sit down and she did, looking into the red eye of Lindsey and saw the guilt-ridden sadness.
"Where'd you like me to start?" Lindsey asked, sounding like she wanted to get it over with.
"At the beginning," Kim smiled politely as she swirled the pin on her top, she was slightly uncomfortable. Lindsey cried into the tissue until it was drowning in her tears. Kim pulled out another tissue and handed it to her, continuing to lay her role. She wasn't used to being around emotional people and grew up having no idea how to react or properly comfort anyone. Nor could she use personal experiences to guide her, usually spending they're times she been upset alone, silently repressing, so she continuously handed tissues to Lindsey not knowing what else to do. "You two must have been really close," Kim smiled sadly.
"She was just, great. She was sweet and kind and never did anything to hurt anyone," she cried. The tears streaming down her red cheeks. "But it wasn't just Angela. It was Matt as well. Matt was her boyfriend, he killed himself last night. Slit his own throat. I mean, who does that?" she sobbed.
"He must have been going through a lot. I mean, the death of a loved one is one of the hardest things you can go through in life," Kim said sympathetically, not exactly concentrating on what to say to her.
Lindsey nodded before excusing herself to go to the bathroom. Kim waited for her to walk out of sight before she took the opportunity to look throughout the house. She walked down a small hall and into a room which she believed belonged to Angela. Before entering, she looked around to make sure that no one saw her and she sneaked in.
As quickly as she could, she searched the room for anything helpful. Kim quietly searched through draws and under the bed mattress, in cupboards and behind furniture before she found a small book that was Angela's diary. Kim smiled to herself and quickly flicked through the pages, in hopes to find something, but she hears Lindsey walking out of the bathroom.
"Shit," she cursed. Kim was going to stuff the book in her jacket but decided it wasn't the smartest thing to do in the situation she was in, considering people were going to have to clean up Angela's things at some point, so she quickly took a photo of the pages and walked out of her room as nonchalant as possible.
She walked back into the living room where they were having their conversation. Kim scanned the room for Lindsey but couldn't find her. Seconds later she walked out from around the corner holding two glasses of water. She held one out to Kim and she smiled before taking it. Of course, she wasn't going to drink it, even if it was handed to her by someone who seemed as harmless as Lindsey.
Lindsey and Kim sat back down in the spots they sat before.
"Where were you?" Lindsey asked.
"Just looking at some photos over there," Kim lied smoothly, pointing to the photos on the wall. Lindsey smiled at the memories.
"That's Neil. One of Angela's best friends and the one next to him was Matt. They didn't get along very well, but Neil always had a huge crush on Angela," Lindsey spilled as she started to cry yet again.
She sobbed loudly into her tissue and blew her nose, making Kim shuffle uncomfortably. "He seemed really upset after her death, but I didn't think he would go as far as killing himself. He became really messed up."
"Mess up how?" Kim questioned.
"He said he kept seeing her," Kim frowned her eyebrows.
"Like, really seeing her, or 'I'm so in love with her that I see her everywhere,'" Kim asked. Lindsey's eyes widened.
"No, like seeing her as in an acid trip or something," she corrected. Kim wondered for a second.
"Did they have a good, trusting relationship?" Kim asked. Lindsey looked shocked.
"Of course," She said defensively as if it was obvious. "Why would you ask that?"
"Oh, no reason. I was just wondering."
•※•
Kim made herself comfortable in her car that was now parked on a lonely street a few minutes down the road from Lindsey's house. She flicked through the pictures of Angela's diary on her phone and discovered that Angela was an extremely nice girl. Like... too nice.
As she read, she became more interested with the 'Neil' character and soon became convinced that his crush was actually a bit of obsession. The things she'd write about him and the things he'd do didn't seem like an innocent guy in love instead of an obsessive and jealous guy. She started to do some research, grabbing her laptop soon to discover where he lived and drive there in complete silence.
Kim was a very professional hunter, she made a point of it considering the sloppy stereotype of her age, so she barely showed emotion towards a case, especially some random case she just happened to stumble upon. She wondered why she cared so much about this case. It was slightly concerning to her that the thought of a successful resurrection spell was comforting in her mind.
Kim knocked on the door of the shaggy, old house and was answered with a young man answering the door and looking up at her.
Kim lied to his face, telling him the same bullshit story she told Lindsey about her being a guidance counsellor from the government. She threw him a sad smile and a tissue and it was almost as if the guys started spilling his guts. At first, he refused, saying he had no need for a counsellor, but he invited her into his house for a chat after she gently touched his arm.
Kim watched his movements carefully. He was nervous, angry, hurt as if he lost a loved one, which he had. He played with his fingers as he spoke and looked everywhere but at Kim, showing her he was distressed.
"You did hear about what happened to Matt?" Kim questioned. Neil's head shot up at the mentioning of that man, sending questions into Kim's head.
"Yeah, the government must be disappointed about not getting to him in time," Neil said.
"Yeah..." Kim played along. "It was tragic."
"But the government couldn't have done anything. He didn't kill himself over grief, it was because of guilt," Neil spat. Kim sent him a questioning look which he caught. "Matt cheated on Angela the night she died. She was angry and came to me for comfort. We started talking and then Matt came. She told me to send him away and I tried, but he pushed past. By the time I had walked back to where Angela was, she was gone. Matt called her as she was driving... And I guess she got distracted," he mourned.
"You really liked her, didn't you?" Kim faked smiled.
"Is it that obvious?" he asked which Kim returned with a reassuring smile.
Kim opened her mouth to say something, but she was distracted by some noises in the background. It was car doors slamming shut. Kim got up and looked out of the window, completely ignoring the questioning look Neil was giving to her. She saw the same classic car that had been unknowingly following her around for the past twenty-four house.
Kim groaned as Neil went to go answer the door, knowing that she would have to deal with them now. Kim walked up behind him and locked eye with Sam and Dean, a scowl swooping over their face when they saw her.
Kim looked at Neil kindly.
"I best be off," she said kindly to Neil before sliding past Sam and Dean, slightly bumping shoulders as she did. Sam sent a look to Dean, telling him to go after Kim, which he did. Dean slightly nodded at Neil before turning away and following Kim. He grabbed her shoulder as she walked away, twisting her so that they were face to face. Kim was a bit shocked at the force of the turn.
Dean looked at her, observing her face while they could hear Neil in the background telling Sam he didn't need another guidance counsellor. He furrowed his eyebrows at her before she yanked her shoulder out from his grasp.
"You heard him," Kim yelled out to Sam who was still harassing Neil. "He doesn't need another heart-to-heart meeting, so I guess you should leave him alone," Kim said loudly, yet not in an aggressive way. She stated it, more as a fact.
Sam looked at Neil and apologised before exiting his property and walked towards where Kim and Dean were. Neil went back inside, and they could hear him lock the door quickly.
As Sam caught up with the two, Dean grabbed Kim's arm and dragged her around the corner, away from the eyes of viewing civilians. He pushed her away and stood in front of her, a scowling position on his face.
"Who are you?" Dean asked, deadly serious. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Not Sarah," she said simply, not really answering the questions. Dean growled at her and her stupid answers, wasting their time just as much as they were wasting hers.
"What's your name?" he asked gravely. Kim looked into his deep eyes and squinted at them. She believed their names were Sam and Dean so she agreed to indulge them in her name.
"Kim."
"Kim who?" Sam asked a little too quickly.
"Who wants to know?" Kim questioned, crossing her arms.
"Sam and Dean Winchester, that's who?" Dean growled.
The familiar name made Kim's eyes widen in shock and instantly her curious eyes wandered over their faces, looking for some similarity, surprised at how she hadn't noticed before. The amazement she held in her expression scared the boys, looking at them as if she had met a long-lost friend.
"Winchester?" she asked softly, her lips falling apart as she felt her heart sink. She watched the boys look curiously at each other.
"Yeah, why?" he asked, stepping forward suspiciously. Instantly, Kim snapped herself out of her curious gaze and back into reality.
For many years, she had heard of the Winchester brothers. How they resembled their father and worked just as well. Professional hunters with attitude, just like their father. Kim would hear stories about the kids and how they were living up to the hunting world's expectation. She had also heard that they were as good — maybe even better than their father, which Kim couldn't to believe. The Winchester brothers were like a mystery to the hunting world.
"The legacy of the Winchesters lives on, I guess," she muttered, mostly to herself. Sam smiled and nodded his head slightly.
"Yeah, we've heard that before," he said, thinking about his father and how they carry on his name and reputation.
"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked, totally forgetting his original question.
Kim rolled her eyes at his stupid question.
"No, I'm actually here as a guidance counsellor from the government," she slurred sarcastically, both boys huffed at her wit.
"Oh, I'm sorry, thought you were twelve," he huffed back with just as much sarcasm. Kim shot him a deadly look, her tension slowly rising at his comment.
"I'm not a child," she spat quickly. If looks could kill, there would be only one Winchester left. Although Dean was getting a nasty glare from Kim, he still laughed, not seeing her as a threat. Dean took a step back — still laughing — and held his hands up in surrender.
"Wow, someone's sensitive," he laughed. At that comment, Kim quickly changed her facial expression to neutral and cursed at herself for displaying foolish behaviour.
Without apologising, Kim decided to move on and got to the subject at hand.
"His name's Neil. Had a huge crush on Angela, and when I say huge I mean obsessive huge. She had a boyfriend Matt who cheated on her the night she died. Matt killed himself the next day by slicing his throat, although, I don't think he did it himself." Kim stated, catching them up on the facts. "You guys do think it's a resurrection, don't you?" she asked.
Dean looked at Sam once again.
"Yeah, we do," he said. Kim nodded as her response and waited for them to say something.
"Well, after you sent us off on a wild goose chase to nowhere, we drove past the cemetery that Angela was buried in and dug up her bones to burn, but the body wasn't there. Like, vanished into thin air gone," Dean finished.
"But we did find a symbol carved into the grave," Sam said showing her a photo of the symbol. Kim took the phone from Sam's hand and zoomed in, looking carefully at the mysterious symbol.
"I've never seen anything like it before," she added, applying she had seen a lot. "Who do you think did it?" Kim asked as Dean crossed his arms.
"I'll bet anything it was Dr. Mason. He said he could feel her around and his book of Ancient Greek symbols," Dean argued defensively, not sure how comfortable he was with a child correcting his professional hunting opinion, but Kim shook her head.
"No, I don't think so, when you were talking to him I saw that he had healthy flowers in his house, plus that book is for his class which I doubt has a resurrection ritual in it. He may have loved her, but he doesn't even seem like the type of person who would believe in such a thing if he came across it," Kim argued.
"Aren't you an observant twelve-year-old," Dean sassed jokingly with his signature smile, "We're going," he ordered, his expression changing as he walked back to his car with Sam. She watched blankly as they drove to Dr. Mason's house to convict him of something he was not guilty of.
Kim groaned, walking back to her car to do some further research before diving in and accusing someone. She researched the symbol and discovered it was used for resurrection and then continued her manic search for answers by researching how to kill a real 'zombie'. Scrunching her nose in disgust, she realised that all the websites that showed up were shit from movies and a bunch of miss-matched information. Some websites suggested silver, other say headshot, others were certain that silver did nothing and the only thing to kill them were three shots to the heart and one to the head, but Kim had silver bullets so she went with that.
Before she went to Neil's house she went to Lindsey's to try and figure some other things out, like who Matt cheated with, but by the time Kim got there, Angela had already made her move.
Instinctively, Kim loaded one of her guns with silver bullets before shoving it in the waistband, along with extra ammo. With a stiff shift, Kim quickly made her way inside Lindsey house, swinging the door open, hearing the screams erupt. Running towards the noise, Kim found a pale, stiff Angela pinning Lindsey to a wall, scissors against her throat.
Angela looked nothing like the photos she had seen of her. Her pleasurable and sweet expression was drowned in a stern, pale one. Her viscous nature ruined her once caring one; this was no way to remember someone.
"I'm sorry!" Lindsey cried, tears streaming down her sorry face.
"Not sorry enough!" Angela growled swinging back the scissors to stab her. Kim held up the gun and shot her in the shoulder, it did nothing but gather her attention. It didn't hurt her in any way and Kim groaned to herself for listening to some fanfiction website.
Kim watched as Angela spun her head around, switching her attention to Kim. She charged and swung the scissors viciously at her, aiming for her neck. Her swing was so powerful she stumbled as Kim dodged, ducking under her aim. Angela kept swinging continually, each hit more brutal than the next as Kim jumped back. One scraped Kim's arm and forehead as she jumped back. She felt the knife rip through her skin, leave a flap of her red, moist flesh dangling from her body as blood poured from the deep wound. It gushed down her arm and face, almost blinding her before she quickly wiped the blood away from her eye. Ducking to the ground, Kim swept her feet along the surface of the floor, sending Angela falling as she knocked her legs. Quickly, Kim loaded the gun and aimed it at Angela's head, but she scurried away before she could fire.
Kim cursed at herself as she watched Angela run away from her at an inhuman speed. Groaning and puffing, she held her forearm down to try and stop the blood as a pool had already collected in the floor. Saliva dripped down her chin rabidly as she panted, her chest rapidly rising and falling as he hunched over the rich, red blood that surrounded her.
"I thought zombies were supposed to be slow," Kim puffed.
•※•
It was dark when Kim pulled her car over at Neil's office where he studied and knocked on the door. He opened the door, a little surprised to see his guidance counsellor from the government standing there with a bloodied arm and a gash on her forehead, trailing a pool of blood wherever she walked. The blood messily dripped down her face, staining her teeth as she stared at Neil.
"I know what you did. Where is she?" Kim asked sternly, refusing to play nice anymore.
"I — I don't know what you're talking about," he said quietly. Kim pointed to her face.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked violently, making Neil jump back in fright. The boy was stubborn and still shook his head. The impatience and frustration grew in Kim as she faced him, she grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall.
"I'm not an idiot, dude. So, don't take me for one," she growled threateningly through gritted teeth, blood spitting onto his whimpering face as she brought him closer; the illusion of a calm guidance counsellor was destroyed. "Now, where's Angela?" she demanded, letting him go.
"She's at my house," he fretted. Kim turned without acknowledging him and marched back to her car when Sam and Dean pulled over and parked next to Kim's car. They hopped out of the car and jogged towards her. They both winced at her sight.
"What the hell happened to you?" Dean asked.
"Angela the zombie happened to me," she huffed in pain, "Hell has no fury... Neil said she was at his house," she finished, but in the distance, Dean heard Neil speaking.
"I thought I told you to stay at home?" Neil whispers nicely.
"I'm sorry, I just had to see you." That was definitely Angela. "Neil please, you need to help me. They're trying to kill me. We have to get rid of them," she whined. "We need to go to the cemetery."
"God help me, yes. Okay. I'll take you there," Neil replied, giving into her. Kim looked at Sam and Dean.
"We need it to go to the cemetery," she said, her voice filled with determination and rushed motivation. "Do you know how to kill it?"
•※•
The night was pitch black and eerily quiet. Sam and Dean were lighting candles around Angela's dug-up grave, getting prepared for the ritual they were going to do to make sure Angela stayed dead for good. Kim kept a watch out from her; she kept herself on her toes, prepared for whatever was to pop out at her.
"Do you really think this is going to work?" Sam asked Dean, who stopped what he was doing and thought about it for a second.
"No, not really. But it was the only thing I could come up with."
Kim, ignoring their conversation, stepped forward when she heard a mysterious noise from the shadows. She cocked her gun and aimed it in front of her, her finger ready on the trigger. Sam saw Kim and stopped what he was going and watched as Kim took another step.
Then, out from the shadows came a running Angela who looked scared for her life, but Kim didn't buy it. She put her hands up in surrender.
"Wait, wait! It's not what you think. I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person, please," Angela whimpered, but Kim fired the silver bullet at her chest, but it did nothing. It just made her angrier. Then Angela bolted towards the grave, a horrible anger was written over her face as she tackled Kim which sent her falling to the ground.
Kim could hear Dean mutter something about a catfight, but she was too busy not dying to hear all of what he said.
Sam ran over to help, sending a punch to her face, but she barely flinched. He retreated in pain, putting pressure on his now broken hand. Kim kicked her off of herself with her legs and hopped back up. She locked the gun and fired at her, making her jolt backward. With the force of the bullets, she fell into her grave. Dean grabbed a long metal stake and runs towards the grave and he buried it in her chest. Her back arched as she screeched in pain, the pole all the way through her chest before her body fell limp.
"What's dead should stay dead," Dean spat as he looked down on the corpse of Angela, her pain white skin and sickly veins showing through the rotting flesh. He covered the closed coffin with dirt. Kim swallowed a lump in her throat, twirling her necklace chain between her wet and bloodied fingers as Dean's words hollowed her heart. Kim sighed and wiped the blood off her face before looking at Sam and Dean, her free hand still pressing her ripped skin to her body.
"You guys aren't half bad," Kim huffed, taking her hand off her wound for a second to wipe the blood off her hands onto her jacket, making sure the compliment sounded as tasteless as it needed to be, "Living up to the legend," Sam smiled at her.
"You too. But I think she broke my hand," he said, caressing his hand.
"You're just precious, that's all. We'll get it looked at later," Dean said walking off after packing up all the equipment. He looked at Kim. "You're feisty for a twelve-year-old," he added with a smirk, which Kim returned, this time embracing the teasing humour.
"I'm the toughest twelve-year-old you'll ever meet," she smiled accepting the nickname. Den's eyes flickered to her wound as she quickly went to cover it again.
"You all good there?" he asked as he watched the grass at her feet turn red. Kim nodded and applied more pressure to her wound. She was starting to feel the effect of the adrenaline wear off and the blood loss kick in. Her head quickly became faint, but she nodded soundly.
"I'll stitch it up later," she shrugged effortlessly. Dean pursed his lips and nodded, still looking at her wound before looking to the wound on her forehead.
"Hope to see you around sometime, kid. You're pretty good," he complimented surprisingly before gathering his things and walking off with Sam. They had a curious sense of familiar professionalism that Kim admired, something she hadn't seen in a year.
Kim smiled to herself slightly, accepting his complement, before walking away, holding her arm together with one hand.