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Warnings: OOC (I can't warn you people enough about that!), Bad writing, humor, and over all the chapter is bad.
Chapter 4:

"Imagination is more important than knowledge"- Albert Einstein

Karen flipped the dough she was kneading. Dean and Harry sat at the table, both eating cherry pie. Harry nervously ran his hand through his hair, glancing at the open door that showed Bobby asleep in his chair. He breathed out a sigh of relief when, Dean started speaking, Karen closed the doors. "So," Dean took a bite of the pie, staring at Karen closely. "You like baking?"

Karen nodded with a smile on her face. "Ever since I got back I just can't seem to stop."

Harry glanced around, there had to be at least three dozen pies lying around. "You cooked all these?" Karen nodded. "When'd you sleep?" Harry coked his eyebrow as her kneading stopped.

"Well," she glanced at Dean a little nervously. "I don't… Must be all the excitement from the past few days."

Dean snorted, "Yeah, that or the fact that you rose from the grave and aren't even human. But, whatever floats your boat." Harry shook his head. Dean really had an attitude problem, informing a dead woman that she wasn't human… Shame on him. Harry cracked a smile before he sniggered. Dean and Karen shot him puzzled looks, most likely fearing for his safety. He waved a hand, lightly reassuring them that he was fine.

"Dean, I know how you feel, I know what you and Bobby do. You hunt things and I'm a thing. I understand…but I won't make Bobby kill me again." Dean dropped his fork, mouth falling open in shock.

"You- remember? Then, you realize why we can't let you stay here with Bobby or…'living' like you are. Why haven't you told Bobby that you remember him ganking you?"

Karen paused before giving Dean an assessing look, then; she moved over to Harry and dismissed him with a glance. "You've never been in love, have you Dean? My job, as a loving wife, is to reassure him. Not to upset him with the knowledge that he killed me. I remember seeing that pain in his eyes. I remember the sobs as he killed the demon and me. It tore at my heart. Have you ever really been in love?"

Dean swallowed the piece of pie he was chewing. "Love. In love? Lady, my longest relationship was three weeks with a chick named Cassy (a/n: Back in season one? The chick with the big black truck episode? I think it was Route 666) back four or five years ago. Maybe longer."

She gave him another, small, pain filled smile. "I hope you never experience the pain Bobby went through."

Dean's eye twitched, "Don't worry." He said gruffly, "I'm never gonna get married or fall in love."

"Like anyone would ever want to fall in love with you," Harry snapped, annoyed with being ignored.

"Right back at you," Dean retorted. "Who could ever love a short run like you. Eyes to big for your head. How old are you like, eighteen?"

Harry's face flamed red. He knew he was short and his eyes were rather wide. "I'm twenty-nine." He informed Dean, voice deadpanned.

Dean snorted, "Sure. And you're still in college? That's utterly believable."

"I started late. Not that it's any of your business." Harry turned his back on Dean, rolling his eyes. He was arguing with somebody over one of the stupidest things. Who cared if he was twenty-nine and in college? Really, it wasn't a big fucking deal. Karen stepped up looking at Dean.

"Let me tell you a secret." She said, leaning closer to Dean. Her skin was grey and looked rather…dead. Appropriate, Harry thought. He hadn't really taken in her looks before. "I was a bit of a seer when I was young and healthy."

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing at dean who was looking a bit speculative. "Really?" He said. "You were a seer bout forty to fifty years ago?" She nodded her head before making her way back to the pie.

"Yeah, actually I had some visions back then of you two. Not sure how, but you had fate interfering trying to get you guys to meet." She paused, biting her nail. "You both will find love and learn how to love again. You might not be expecting who you fall in love with to be who it is, but you will be happier than you ever have. Oh, and by the way the next few weeks aren't going to seem like the best but you two have… well, you'll just have to find that out won't you?"

Harry had no idea how he had gotten locked into a closet with Bobby and Dean. They had been shooting Zombies and trying to protect themselves one minute and the next they were in a tiny little closet. It brought back child hood memories. "Well, isn't this just cozy?" Harry said, trying not to wince as Bobby's elbow dug into his abdomen.

"Just perfect," Dean muttered, holding his shotgun. "I'm just glad they're too stupid to pick the locks."

It went quiet and then you could hear the lock on the outside of the door jangling. "Boy, don't you ever get sick of being wrong?" Bobby asked, pointing his shotgun at the door. Harry snickered and stopped as Bobby shot him a look. His mouth snapped closed with a pop and he picked back up his own shotgun. The door opened one minute and then they were swarmed.

All he knew was shots going off from the other side of the Zombies and them dropping dead before Bobby, Dean and him were pulled from the closet. "Sammy?" Dean's voice brought him back. "Took you long enough."

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, well, being a friend of Bobby Singers isn't easy around here." Harry could see dean raise an eyebrow. "Apparently, Diggers not the town drunk." Harry laughed a few times.

"Bobby told you Digger was the town drunk? Wow, no, Bobby is considered the town drunk. He's the menace to society around here." Dean's eyes widened comically.

"Seriously?"

"I'm still in the room, you idjits."

Harry shrugged, looking like he didn't care. "I know."

"So, will we be having Zombie trouble again?" Sam asked Bobby as they stared at the burning bodies. Bobby shrugged his shoulders, hell if he knew. Harry and Dean came walking back towards them, glaring at each other. Sam glanced at them in confusion, "Why do you guys seem to hate each other so much?"

Dean turned his glare on Sam, "None of your business." He then turned to Bobby with a grin, "That's all of 'em."

Bobby nodded before Harry spoke up, "Well, not all of them." Harry frowned before moving a few feet and grabbing a previous body nobody had noticed. He pulled the sheet back and showed everyone the body of a young girl. No older than seven or eight, blonde hair and a button nose. Harry sighed wearily. "This is Amy, my friend Kenneth's little sister. She was murdered over a year ago and she came back a week ago. He had to shoot her."

They all winced in sympathy. "Bobby, have you all ready burned Karen's body?" Bobby nodded, mouth set in a grim line.

Dean spoke up, "Well, hey, Bobby, I don't know much about love but you got to spend five days with her. That's got to count for something, right?"

Harry snorted loudly and Bobby looked Dean straight in the eye. "That makes everything one thousand times worse."

Harry, Dean, and Sam were talking by the Impala. "So, are you guys hitting the road?" Harry asked, a fake smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah," Sam spoke. "We're not sure where we'll be next. But, if you give us your number call us when anything bad happens and we'll try to get here within a few days." Harry nodded before Sam lent in and gave him a hug. Harry raised an eyebrow and backed away from a laughing Dean.

"You're not going to give me a hug too, are you?" Dean shook his head a fond grin worming its way on his face from Sam's antics.

"Stupid chick flicks," he muttered getting into the Impala. They drove off and Harry wondered when he would see them again.

A/N: Sorry, this chapter is a bit...wierd (cough)bad(cough). But, we just stopped for the night and luckily the place we are staying at has free WiFi. It hurts to type right now considering I'm bruised head to foot. I've all ready gotten in three fist fights with my older cousin (15) and I've beaten him all three times. It's nice that my older brothers taught me how to fight. Well, THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, ALERTS, AND FAVORITES! They make me grin and squeal. So, I almost have fifty reviews, I'm a bit excited. Lol, please review and what not. Sorry if you didn't liek the chapter. I'm dead beat.

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P.S. If there are any obvious mistakes I apologize.