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"The demon told you?"

I nodded, "The day after it happened. It was late and I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk, I knew I probably shouldn't have been out alone, but, at the time, I didn't really care. The street I was on was completely deserted, at least it had been until I looked up and nearly ran into this man. It took me a second to realize he wasn't human, what gave him away were his eyes."

"What color were they?" Sam interrupted, like the answer was very important.

"Yellow." It was quiet for a second. "You know him don't you?" I asked, having seen a look on his face when I'd answered him as if he did know.

"Yes, and believe me when I say that I know what you're going through and what you're feeling. He's killed a lot of people I cared about too." Sam said.

"I doubt you know how I feel." I told him, not meaning to sound so harsh, but I didn't believe him, and how could he know? Nobody else did, nobody understood.

"You feel like it was your fault, that if you had done more you could have saved them. You fell like everyone you care about will die because of you, because of what you can do." The expression on my face must have told him that he was right, because he was, and I didn't know what to say about that.

"Kat, that's exactly how I felt, how I still feel. He killed my mother when I was six months old, trying to get me. He killed my girlfriend a year ago because of me, so I do understand."

"How can anything find so much pleasure in ruining peoples' lives? What did we do to deserve it?" I asked miserably. Why did we deserve to lose so much? Why did it hate us so much?

"I wish I knew, Kat."

We sat in silence again for a while.

"What's taking them so long?" I asked after a couple minutes.

"Don't know. Dean's probably explaining every single detail about the Impala to Benny." He said, obviously trying to lift the depressed air around us.

I laughed lighting, "You two seem so different, it's almost hard to believe you're brothers."

Sam laughs too and nods, "I know what you mean. Sometimes it's even hard for me to believe, but I wouldn't trade him for anything…most of the time."

I laughed again, "I know how that goes. Most days I love Benny, she's, in every way other than DNA, my sister, but I swear there are some days I'd trade her for a doughnut." We both laughed. Wow, how long has it been since I've ever been remotely comfortable with anyone outside my "family"?

"Well, don't you two look cozy?"

We looked towards the back door where Dean was standing, smirking. "If you can tear yourselves away from each other your food's inside."

Sam looked at me, "This is one of those days."

I laughed, and the confused look on Dean's face made both of us laugh harder.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

Sam shook his head, still chuckling a bit, "Nothing, man."

"Yeah, sure," Dean said, very unconvinced.

"We'll be there in a minute," I told him.

"Mmhmm," he mumbled skeptically, the darn smirk creeping its way back onto his face, but he went back in.

Sam sighed and shook his head again, "Siblings, can't live with them-"

"Can't sell them on Ebay." I finished, smiling at him and he smiled back before standing up.

"Want to go inside and eat before they continue to make assumptions about what we're doing out here?" Sam asked.

"Sure," I answered, grabbing the hand he held out and he pulled me up.

"Thanks Sam, you know, for listening." I told him.

"No problem. Thank you for being wiling to talk to me, and if you ever need anything, or, you know, just want to talk again, I'd be more than happy to help."

"Thanks, again, Sam."

We walked a few steps towards the house when Sam put his hand on my arm and stopped me.

When I turned to face him his face was serious and he looked as if he just remembered something. "What is it?"

"Kat, when that demon came to you, did he say anything else to you after he told you about what happened to your parents?"

I was going to ask why he needed to know, but his expression stopped me and told me that it was important he know.

"He said that he had plans for me and al the children like me." I told him, getting sort of worried.

"Did he saw anything after that? What the plans were? Anything?"

I shook my head, "I asked what he meant, but he just…smiled and disappeared."

He looked disappointed at this and was quiet.

"Sam? Do you know what he meant at all? I asked him quietly.

"He has plans…for us, people like us."

"You mean other…psychics?" I still wasn't used to the word being a reference to myself, so I had a bit of difficulty saying it.

He nodded, "He's said the same thing to me."

"And you don't know what the plans are either, do you."

He shook his head, "No, but they can't be anything good."

I nodded and we were quiet again.

After a bit, Sam gives me a small smile, which seemed somewhat forced, "Come on, let's go inside now and eat." I nodded and we walked back into the house and the other three were back at the table, almost done with their food.

"That was a pretty long minute. What were you doing?" Dean asked, and I could tell he was trying not to grin.

"We were just talking, Dean." Sam said, sounding somewhat annoyed with his older brother.

"Uh-huh," he said, skeptically, again.

"You know, it is possibly for a guy and a girl to be alone for a period of time and just talk while still remaining fully clothed. Just because you're unable to do that doesn't mean your brother is." I retorted.

Benny and Bobby laughed, Sam did too, and, I wasn't sure if I imagined it or not, but I think his face turned a bit red.

Dean looked like he was going to say something, but just decided to shut up and eat his food, so Sam and I sat down to eat.

We all just sat around and talked for a few hours. It reminded me so much of when the four of us had done the same thing at the bar when we first met, but now, I could tell, it was much more relaxed than even then. I hadn't noticed at the time, but there had been a slight air of tension, everyone being sure to watch what they said so as not to let anything slip that shouldn't, but that wasn't there now, we knew each others secrets, who we were and what we did, and, I had to admit, I liked it.

"Well, it's getting late, we should get going." I said.

"Us too. We've got places to go, things to kill," Dean said.

"Hey now, why don't you all just stay here for the night and leave in the morning? I've got the room." Bobby offered.

I looked at Benny who just shrugged in a "sure, why not" way.

"You sure?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah. I've got the space, there's an extra room upstairs the girls can sleep in and you two can sleep down here in the living room."

"Okay," I said. No sense in arguing.

"Sounds good to me," Dean said too.

"Cool. Hey, Kat, let's go out to the car and get our bags." Benny said.

"Alright and we went outside to the car.

"So, did you have a good time while we were out?" She asked casually, too casually.

"Yes." I answered warily.

"You and Sam had a good day?" She asked.

"Yes, we both did."

She was suddenly serious, "All you two did was talk right?"

"Yes, Benny, all we did was talk, I said so earlier."

"I know, I just wanted to be sure."

"Benny, I'm a big girl now, I can be home alone with an attractive guy and not get into any trouble."

"Yeah, last time you told me that I had to cut the attractive guy's head off." Benny grins at the memory, "Salt and burn."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, let me rephrase that. I can usually stay home alone with an attractive guy and not get into much trouble. Besides, that wasn't my fault. How as I supposed to know he was a vampire?"

"He was flippen pale!"

"So are you," I retorted and she just grinned, to which I just rolled my eyes, again.

"Shut up." She said.

"Boy, aren't we full of irony tonight."

"Dude, I'm FULL of irony, it's IRON that I'm having trouble with." She said as we walked back to Bobby's house with our bags.

"I could give you a couple of the iron bullets and you could eat them." I offered playfully.

She glared at me, "I already have an issue with our 'dental plan' and I don't need to give you an excuse to get my under laughing gas again."

"You volunteered."

"Volunteered my butt! You and Bobby dragged me into the torture chamber that they called 'an office'!" she exclaimed.

"Your wisdom teeth were infected and they needed to be pulled out. It wasn't that bad."

"'It wasn't that bad," she mocked and made a sound close to a growl, "You know I hate doctors! With reason too!"

"I know." I said, trying to calm her down.

She looked at me before opening the door, "If it wasn't for that one trickster and his love for torture it would've been easier, but noooo."

"Since when is anything we do easy?" I asked.

She leans on the door and thinks, "Eating? Wait, that's me, never mind."

"That's because you're always hungry, Benny." I said to her.

"Yeah, but you don't see me going all cannibalistic do ya? No." She says and then opened the door.

"If you did I'd start to get really worried and have to cut you back on your Sweeney Todd intake."

"But you can't do that! 'Sides, I'd be more on the provider side rather than the consumer side of that operation, you know that I don't like human flesh. I don't even like meat pies! You cannot deprive me of a mad barber! You can't! The humor, Kat! The humor must be in my life! Without the humor I'll become Sweeney! How suitable my name would be, eh?" She ranted. She rants a lot; it's something you get used to after a while.

"Do we even want to know what you two are talking about?" Dean asked, obviously having heard some of the rant.

"Sweeney Todd, the best freakin' musical ever. The only one I'll ever watch. You know why?" Benny asked.

"No, but I have a feeling we're all going to find out," Dean said.

"Wow, you actually have feelings." She says and finds a seat away from him, but where they can continue possible conversation.

"What kind of insult is that?" He asked.

"I'm just saying, you look like the kind of guy who's…Mr. Tough-Guy. 'Feelings? What are those?'" She says in her impersonation of a gruff, many voice, and looks at him, as if studying him. "But, as usually, you're probably just as soft as the rest of us on the inside…perhaps softer…like a teddy bear or a pillow." She then looks at Sam, who, like me, was watching the scene with amusement. "I'm sorry you have to be related to him, I truly am. It must be a pain in the butt sometimes. But, I also envy you for having such a very good man to be your brother."

When she finished she stood up and turned to Bobby, "Upstairs, right?"

"Yeah," he answered.

She nodded and headed upstairs, her army duffel bag over her shoulder.

Dean sat in his chair, very confused. "I'm not sure whether I was just insulted or complimented."

"I think it might have been a bit of both." Sam said.

"So, I'm unfeeling, but still a good guy?" Dean asked, still confused.

"Pretty much," I answered.

"AND, an uneducated man on the wonderful works in the art world! Yet, very thoughtful. How did that happen?" Benny calls down before going into the room and closing the door.

"Well, that was interesting," Sam said.

"Yeah, that's Benny for you, interesting." I said, smiling a bit. "I think I'll head upstairs now too, good night guys."

I heard three various 'good nights' as I walked up the stairs with my bag on my shoulder and into the room Benny and I were sharing.

"Got myself into trouble didn't I?" Benny asked, almost smug, when I got in.

"Sort of," I said.

"Dude, there's only two ways of getting in trouble with it comes to Bobby. Trust me on this, I'm a pro. There's 'you're so dead,' or 'I don't think he'll say anything because he's laughing too hard.' Now, which do I have to do? Worry about my hide or worry about Bobby's health?"

"I'll let you know when he stops finding it all so darn hilarious."

"Was that sarcasm?" She asked.

"What do you think?" I replied.

"'Cause, I'm the sarcastic one."

"I thought I was." I said.

"Well, now I'm confused."

"There's a lot of that going around."

"Ah, don't they have shots for it by now?"

"Maybe. Want to get one and see if it works?"

"You know how I am about needles; it has to have ink for a tattoo or no deal. Didn't we just go over my issue with those in white lab coats?" She thinks for a second, "Yeah, right before the Sweeney Todd thing…I didn't expect a full circle effect. I demand a re-do!" she exclaimed.

"A re-do? Of what? I asked her.

"The conversation of course. We'll go right back down and start the whole absurd thing over again…okay, no, let's not. How about next time?"

"Sure, next time we'll be sure to avoid all coming in full circle things."

"There a go again with the sarcasm! Look, when I was created I agreed upon the older sibling clause, in which, I have full right to use sarcasm."

"I've been an older sister too, so I still get rights to be sarcastic."

"Yeah, but the contract was changed when Mom and Dad took me in. Look, I know you can take care of yourself and everything, but I still have to look after you and that requires me having sarcasm."

"Well, being a younger sister requires sarcasm to deal with the older sibling's sarcasm. Besides, I don't need a babysitter all the time, Benny."

"I know. You're not a baby and I'm not a babysitter. I'm more of a save your butt…er."

"Save your butter?" I asked.

"I mean, as a savior, but not all sacrilegious. The save your butter thing was all I could think of, especially since I am, in no way, a hero."

"You've saved plenty of people."

"Ah, but, my dear sister, I cannot save myself. How many times have I almost died?" She asked.

"The same amount of times as me," I responded.

"That you know of," she muttered. I decided to ignore her comment.

"Doesn't matter anyway. I still say that the reason you keep almost getting killed is because you just won't listen to me and agree that it's my fault. Me and my bloody curse." I said.

"Oh, come on Kat. It's not your fault! I even admitted I'm a poor savior of my own sorry butt. Don't be kicking yourself in the butt again." She said to me, sounding a bit frustrated.

"Fine, here are some examples, one: mom and dad."

"Not your fault. The yellow eyed demon is a total jerk who wants you to have that "you're the cause of their deaths" thought stuck in your head, thus majorly screwing you up. But, here's a newsflash for you, you're not at fault. In fact, between the two of us, you're the most innocent one," Benny replies nonchalantly.

"What about Grace?"

Benny sits in an arm chair, one leg hanging off the arm and a lollipop she got out of her bag in hand. "The same. I bet the sucker would've killed me if it weren't for my awesomeness." She grins smugly and pops the sucker into her mouth.

"That's not funny," I said.

Benny's face goes serious. "With Gracie? No, it's not funny whatsoever. You have to remember, I loved Grace too." She rolled up her sleeve and revealed her tattoo of a little girl with a teddy bear and the name Grace underneath. "I've already lost two younger siblings. I want revenge too, but I don't want to end up losing you as well." Then she angrily shoves her sucker back into her mouth.

"I'm surprised you haven't broken a tooth yet by doing that." I said, deciding to change the subject.

She just took out her sucker, stuck her tongue out at me, and put her candy back in place.

"So mature," I said, laughing lightly. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed now, night Benny."

"Night Kat."

Surprisingly, I fell asleep pretty quickly, even with all of the different thoughts going through my head all at once. But, just because falling asleep had been easy didn't mean the rest of my sleep was. All of those thoughts I mentioned before decided to manifest themselves as in my dreams. Some of the dreams weren't so bad, other were…well…let's just say they definitely didn't help ease any of my guilt, sadness, and anger about certain past events, but, for the most part, quite a few of the dreams were, excluding those bad ones I talked about, made me feel utterly confused, confused about some things and a certain guy who was asleep just down the stairs from me, and it wasn't Bobby or Dean.

Alright, I admit it; I might have a small crush on Sam. Great, just what I need, like my life isn't confusing enough as it is. Sigh.

Five minutes later, at least that's what it felt like to me, it was probably closer to five or six hours later, when Bobby came into the room and woke us up.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauties."

Benny, who was asleep on the other side of the room, and I groaned. We weren't exactly what you'd call 'morning people.'

"What time is it?" I asked in a groggy voice.

"Almost seven," Bobby answered.

We groaned again.

"Come on, the boys are already awake."

I sighed, "Fine, we're up." He left the room and I sat up and stretched, hearing various pops from my arms and back. I looked over and saw Benny still buried under her covers. "Come on Ben, I don't wanna have to drag you out."

"You go, use the bathroom and get ready and what not, I'll stay here and you wake me when you're done." She mumbled from under her blankets.

"Alright," I agreed, lazy bum. (But said with the utmost affection hermana ^_^)

After we finished getting ready we went downstairs into the kitchen where the guys were.

"Good morning," Sam said as we walked in. He was obviously more of a morning person than we were, weirdo. (Again, said with affection ^_^)

"That's an oxymoron." Benny said, still a bit tired.

I nodded my agreement. What? It is!

"Finally, someone who agrees," Dean said before taking a drink of his coffee.

I let Luna out the door so she could run around and do her business and then I got myself some breakfast.

"So, you all know where you're headin' next?" Bobby asked.

"Yep, got us a case and I can't wait to get out on the open road again," Dean answered.

"Us too, and it's a ways away so we have to be leaving soon." I said.

Was it just me or did Sam look a bit disappointed when I said that? Before I could be sure the look was gone.

Breakfast passed quickly, almost too quickly it seemed, and soon Benny and I were loading our bags back into the Jeep.

"If you have any problems or…anything, just give me a call." Sam said as I programmed his number into my phone.

"I will," I said smiling.

"And, you know, be careful."

"I will, and you too, you know, be careful and call if you need anything," I said sincerely.

"I will," he said, starring at me with those dark eyes of his.

Why did this feel harder to do than it should? I mean, com eon! I've only known the guy a couple of days and saying goodbye felt like one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Sigh. Maybe my hormones and what not will get back in order after we leave and get into our new case.

"You two take care of yourselves and don't get into any trouble."

Bobby's voice startled me, and, if I was right, Sam as well, out of the almost trance-like state.

"When have we ever gotten into trouble?" Benny asked with a grin on her face as she came to stand next to me by the Jeep.

"A shorter list would be the number of times the two of you haven't gotten into some sort of trouble wherever you go." Bobby said.

"Oh, you're over exaggerating, we'll be fine, Bobby." I told him.

"Yep. Well, see ya Bobby, later guys." Benny said to Sam and Dean before she climbed into the passenger's side of the Jeep.

I whistled and opened the back door and soon saw Luna running towards us and jump into the Jeep before I closed the door.

I smiled at the three men, "See ya."

They said their goodbyes and I walked around the Jeep to the driver's side door. Just before I got in Sam and I made eye contact one more time for a couple of seconds, then I got in, started it up, and we drove off away from the house.

"I have an inkling that you've changed your mind." Benny said, a sly look was on her face when I glanced over at her.

"About what?"

"About that whole 'being perfectly content with being single for the rest of your life' thing."

"Shut up." I remarked.

She just shrugged, "Fine, but you know I'm right."

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"I know that look."

Sam blinked out of his daze as he was starring at the Jeep as it drove off and looked at Bobby.

"What look?" He asked, confused.

"The one you've had on Katherine since last night."

"Aww, my baby brother's got a crush," Dean said grinning.

"Shut up, I do not." Sam said to him.

"Doesn't matter, she'd sworn off men last I heard," Bobby commented.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Chalk it up to bad past experiences." Bobby said.

"That reminds me, we hardly know anything about them. They seem to know enough about us to satisfy them from what they must have learned from dad, but I'm curious and it would be good to know more since Sammy obviously wants to stay in touch with one of them." Dean finished smirking a little.

Bobby sighed, contemplating. "I thought you wanted to get going," he said.

"We've got time." Dean retorted.

Bobby sighed again, "Alright, let's go inside then."

The three walked back into the house and into the kitchen to sit t the table.

"Before I start, Sam, what did you and Kat talk about last night after me, Dean, and Benny left?"

"Uhm, we talked about when she first started to notice her abilities, when she and Benny first met dad, and, uh, what happened to her parents." Sam answered.

"She did?" Bobby asked, sounding somewhat shocked.

"Yeah."

"What? What happened to her parents?" Dean asked, wanting to be in the loop.

"The same demon that killed mom, dad, and Jess killed her parents a few years ago," Sam told him.

"Oh."

"Yeah, and I'm surprised she told you. Normally, those girls don't trust anyone. Sure, they'll give people a chance to see if they can be trusted, but they're not usually as quick to make that decision as they seem to have made with you."

"Maybe because we're hunters too," Dean suggested.

"That would, normally, make them less likely to trust, or even like you so quickly."

"They don't seem to have a problem with you," Sam commented.

"That's because I've known Benny since she was 16 and Kat since the day she was born."

"Where're they from?" Dean asked.

"Kat and her family had a house just outside Chicago, but you know how it goes, traveled a lot, working cases."

"So her parents had always been hunters?" Sam asked.

"Yep, hunting has been in Kat's family for a long time. William and Isabella, they were good at what they did and did a good job training the girls too."

"What about Benny?" Dean questioned.

"Benny, now, she didn't know much about the supernatural world until she moved in with the Lucas's when she was 16." Bobby said.

"She was a runaway?" Sam asked.

"Yes and no. Now, Benny was actually born in Ireland, and that's where her family lived until she was about 3 or 4 and moved to America to a small town in the middle on Illinois."

"I thought she had a bit of an accent," Dean commented.

"Yep, anyways, Benny and her father didn't exactly have a good relationship, he was an ex-marine and was very controlling, never thought she was good enough, mainly because he had always wanted a son, not a daughter, which he finally got a few years later. Though, about 3 years later, when Benny was about 13, he mother was killed by, what Benny said when we first met her, 'a man with yellow eyes.'"

"The demon killed her mother? Why?" Sam asked.

"We don't know. This all put even more strain on the family, so much so that one day, while she was at school, her father shot and killed himself and his 3 year old son. After that she just left that town, lived on her own for about 3 years, until she and Kat ran into each other when she was 16 and Kat was 14. Instant bond between Benny and the Lucas's, especially with Kat, so they took her in." Bobby told them.

"So it was just the two of them after Kat's parents died." Dean commented.

"No, at least, not at first." Bobby said.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked

Bobby sighed, "A couple years before they died Will and Isabella had another baby, a girl they named Grace. She was a pistol that one and loved following Kat and Benny around. When their parents died Kat dropped out of college and got custody of Grace who was three at the time."

"What ever happened to her?" Dean asked.

Bobby sighed again, "well, a year after their parent's deaths, it was just Kat at the house with Grace asleep upstairs and the demon decided to pay a visit. He said he wanted her to help him, to join him and that is she didn't something 'unimaginable' would happen. She refused and tried to fight him. As you can imagine that didn't work too well. She said she wasn't out long, but when she came to he was gone. She ran to Grace's room to make sure she was okay, but, when she got there, Grace was gone."

"The demon took her." Sam stated more than asked.

Bobby nodded, "She was nearly in hysterics when she called me. When Benny and I finally got her to calm down we started searching."

"Did you ever find her?" Dean asked.

Bobby nodded again, "Well, I didn't, I wish I had though. Unfortunately, Kat found her first." He paused for a second. "Her body was…in an old dumpster…mutilated…almost beyond recognition."

"God," Sam breathed out.

"That's basically, what drives 'em, for Benny it's more for revenge, with Kat it's a mixture of that and guilt. She still blames herself for it all, claiming it's all her fault, no matter how many times we have tried to tell her otherwise. They're both good fighters. Strong, stubborn as hell, but good girls who had a bunch of bad crap happen to them that they didn't deserve." He stopped for a bit again, "So, anything else you two wanna know?"

"No…I think we're good." Sam said.

"Yeah." Dean said, and they were all quiet for a while, Sam and Dean absorbing all they had learned.

"Well, we should get going." Dean finally said, breaking the silence.

They stood up from the table, Dean went on out and Sam hung back a bit with Bobby as they walked out.

"Now, normally, I'd rather you didn't get any ideas of getting too involved with Katherine. She's been thought a lot, and most guys don't want somebody with so much baggage and the girls just end up getting hurt in the end."

"Don't forget who you're talking to here, Bobby. I've got plenty of baggage myself; I'm not exactly in any position to judge." Sam said with a slight, self mocking, smile.

"I know." They're both quiet again for a second, and then Bobby breaks the silence this time. "You know, there have been times, where I'd see the girls one day and you two about the next and I would think that you and Katherine could possibly be good for each other. Now, I'm curious, what do you think of her?" Bobby asked.

Sam shrugged, "I don't know. I like her. She's smart, fun, beautiful…" he paused, "and she understands, better than anyone. She's so easy to talk to and…" Sam trailed off and blushed a bit at the look Bobby was giving him.

"Yeah, she does tend to have that effect on people. Just…if you do try anything, remember this, if you do anything to hurt her in any way I won't hesitate to string you up by your eyelids." Bobby said seriously.

Sam smiled, "Noted, and don't worry, for the time being we're just gonna be friends, and I'm more than happy with that." Although, if she decides that maybe we could be more than that I'm sure I wouldn't be too against that, Sam thought. Ugh, I wish my brain would just shut up, he mentally groaned at his last thought.

"Good, now get going and don't do anything to stupid," Bobby said to Sam and Dean when Sam got into the car.

"We make no promises." Dean said, smirking, and they drove off.

(Finally! Chapter 3 finished! And it's a long one, took me a while to complete. I am now working on chapter 4; the episodes are now coming into play! YAY! Heehee, rhymed. Anyways, please rate and review! Oh, and if you all are wondering what the deal is with the M's they're just breaks in needed, and other things just didn't work so I am just using M's, or whatever letter I feel like that day.)