She collided with a warm, firm body, and instinctively gripped the towel tighter. Her eyes flew wide as her nose brushed against his chest, her heartbeat thrashing in her ears. She scrunched her eyes shut from embarrassment and tilted her head up slightly, cracking an eye open.

Her cheeks burned and she could feel her blood pumping through her body as she locked eyes with a startled and equally embarrassed Sam. She was frozen in place for a moment, only able to stutter mindlessly.

"S-s-sorry," she whispered, stepping back finally, the towel clutched tightly in her hand.

"N-no problem. My fault," he said quickly, scooting around her and dashing down the stairs before she could say anything else. She shook her head slightly and looked up and down the hall for more attractive men she would want to embarrass herself in front of.

After dressing in skinny jeans, a Star Wars shirt, and combat boots, she threw her hair into a sloppy pony tail and rushed down the stairs. The back lot of the Salvage Yard was always her favorite place. It was barren, empty of any house near by or even within hearing range. The perfect training ground for the hunters, though Bobby didn't appreciate using the salvaged cars as targets. Outside she was surprised to see all the boys in the field, guns in hand, shooting at cans.

She smiled softly at the determined look in Bobby's eyes as he gripped the gun from his wheelchair. She chuckled to herself as she imagined the hassle the others must've gone through to get him out here. She resisted the urge to clap as they all hit the bulls-eye.

Bobby, seeming to realize she had been there, turned slightly in his chair to grin cheekily at her.

"Very nice, old man. Didn't know you had it in you," she said jokingly, her face as serious as she could make it with the smirk threatening to break through.

"Shut your trap, missy," he warned, waving his gun menacingly. She looked around the field for a moment and realized that he'd set it up, or rather had the other two do it for him, just the way she liked it.

Without even bothering to acknowledge Dean or Sam, she walked past them and picked up her favored training weapon, a Beretta 92, cocking it swiftly. Bobby watched her take position, while the boys looked around for her target.

Finding none they resolved to simply watch as she lined up the shot and fired. A small, satisfied grin spread across her lips as they heard a raspy car alarm go off in the distance. She smiled to Bobby, and it reminded Dean of a young child who knew she did something right and was expecting praise.

"What d'ya hit?" Bobby asked, wincing as the fading car alarm filled the lot.

"The rear view of an old Honda," she said with a grin. He nodded to himself with a sigh at another window he would eventually be compelled to replace and motioned Sam over. Confused, the young hunter followed the wordless orders and set up a sniper rifle on the trunk of a car.

"Sammy's the best sniper I know," Bobby said proudly. Kat nodded, interested and leaned forward to pick a target.

"Hit…hit that street lamp bulb," she pointed to the light on the other side of the piles of stacked cars, still within Bobby's property. Sammy rolled his eyes, seeming to take the challenge easily and positioned himself.

"Maybe you'll need him," Bobby said. "You were never much of a sniper."

"I can't stay focused long enough to line up the shot," Kat said with a shrug. "You know how John always was; no need for wasting time just-"

"Point, shoot, and God help you, don't miss," Dean finished with a satisfied sort of smile on his face. Kat tried not to notice how endearing it was, like a little boy's.

"Rule number-" she tried again.

"Forty-seven," Sam said from his position as he pulled the trigger. Kat listened intently, and heard the distinct and traveling sound of breaking glass.

"Nice," she complimented smoothly. "What do you say we up the game a bit?" she asked with a coy smile.

Xx

She started breathing faster, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her eyes were wide and frenzied as they took in her predicament. Her arms struggled to find purchase, but the green-eyed hunter above her only smirked.

Kat writhed beneath the cage of his hard body, pushing down the rising blush crawling to her cheeks. She could hear Bobby's groan as he began to grudgingly hand over twenty bucks. She went limp a moment, waiting for Dean to lighten his hold slightly.

She had been surprised by not only his strength, but his agility. He was just as quick and nimble as she was and combined with his strength, she'd been pinned in only moments.

She was even more surprised by the gentle, soothing warmth that came from his skin. Normally she found warmth anything but soothing, but for some reason he was different. Before she could wonder why she was okay with being underneath him, she took the opportune moment of distraction.

Her hips bucked violently into his and she used the leverage to hook her leg into the crook of the back of his knees. She followed the momentum of her movements and flipped them over, until she was straddling his slim waist. Her legs forced his down on both sides and her arms caged him inward. Her upper body pressed tightly against his to restrict movement and her breathing slowed as she briefly listened to his heartbeats.

She thought she heard them speed up as her body tightened against his, anticipating resistance. He bucked up twice, but she'd wound herself around him too tightly. He sighed in defeat and she slid into a sloppy sarcastic smile.

"I win," she proclaimed, hopping off of him as Bobby held out his hand to a defeated looking Sam. Bobby turned awkwardly in his chair to high five her and she mock-bowed, looking pleased with herself. It was more of a challenge than she ever would admit, and she knew she only beat him because he'd thought he'd won.

She didn't hear him come up behind her, but she stiffened when she felt his fingers trail through her dark hair. Her eyes closed as her mind warred, to decide if she should be afraid or not. A slight tug had her further on edge, her eyes shut tightly and her breathing slow and careful.

"You had grass in your hair," he said softly, showing her the stray blades he'd held in his long hand. She nodded dumbly and scooted further away from him, until she'd almost hit Bobby's chair.

"Th-thanks," she said softly. She moved around Bobby easily and looked down at him with pleading eyes. "Can we please stop now? We need to be leaving soon anyways," she said quietly. Her eyes darkened at just the thought and she looked far away from Bobby and even Dean as he stood next to her.

"Yeah, you'll wanna go pack up," Bobby said sadly. She nodded and Sam and she walked ahead while Dean awkwardly pushed Bobby through gravel and high grass.

"So, what do you think you'll do after this?" Sam asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Try and figure out my last name. Find my parents' graves, and see if I have any other family. Look for Jamie," she said with a shrug.

"You don't know your own last name?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"My parents…died when I was very little. Jamie and I were put into an orphanage and for some reason or another, our last names weren't given," she said slowly.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry to hear that," he said with a truly empathetic look that made Kat smile sadly. "How did they die?" She paused a moment, thinking. She used to say in a house fire. It was vague and easy to accept. But ever since Ash had informed her of the psychic children, she'd changed it. No need to further antagonize the patrons.

"Car crash," she said quietly. Sam exhaled and nodded as they reached the porch. He opened the door into the kitchen and she wondered if he was relieved or disappointed.

"I wouldn't…I wouldn't worry about that stuff," she said, looking up at him. "There are other people like you, I'm sure, but you don't need them to convince yourself that you're a good person. You kind of find that out on your own," she said truthfully. He gave a tired, sad sort of nod, but she thought she saw his eyes brighten a bit as he left the room to pack.