A.n – More of a flash back chapter than ever. Not really relevant and that is why I am posting it with another chapter. So you don't have to read if you don't want. You're not going to miss much.

Dean 13

Sam 9

Kim 8

"You be careful now. A poltergeist is always dangerous. Even if the most damage they can do is move kitchen equipment around." John Winchester warned his children for the hundredth time that night. It wasn't that they disobeyed him. It was just that they were at stages in life were concentration was lacking.

Dean was a teenager and became even more interested in girls.

While Sam was coming home from his most recent school with books bigger than the last. That boy could recite a Shakespeare poem backwards but he couldn't even remember how to clean a gun.

And Kim was very against them hunting and killing the things they did. Its not that she was invisible to the danger of spirits, she just didn't think they all had to be evil. The first time she had argued back on a hunt, telling her father not to hit Casper, scared him a lot.

When they had gotten home from the hunt that night, he punished Dean for letting her watch that damn movie all the time.

"How come I only get a small gun Daddy? Dean's got a shotgun. How come he gets the shotgun Dad? Why do I have to the the pistol? Sammy has a shotgun too. Why can't I have one?" John tutted at his daughters questioning mind before squatting on the ground, level with her.

"It's because they're big enough to have one. You're still too young Kimberly. So stop asking questions and tell me how you get rid of a demon." He watched the small child bite her lip, thinking deeply for a few minutes.

He had patience with his daughter. She always thought a lot. As helpful as it may be, it could also get her into trouble.

"Exorcism." Sam stated, just as Kim was about to say it.

"You stole my question Sam. No fair." She pouted, folding her arms.

"You were too slow, stupid."He pulled a face before flinching as Kim jumped on his foot.

"Dad, he's saying mean things about me."Kimberly squealed.

"She bit me Dad. She just bit me." Sam moaned, holding his sister in a headlock.

John Winchester just groaned and placed his head in his hands. He loved his children in all but there were days when they bugged the hell out of him.

"So have you finished bickering kids?" He stood towering over his children.

"Yes sir." Samuel and Kimberly said. Sam was pushing his already too long hair from his eyes and Kim was staring down at her shoe.

"Good, because we have to go and get rid of the poltergeist now. Its becoming more dangerous each day that passes. Ok so you know what to do. Kimberly, did you here me? What do we have to do?"

"We have to stay together, stay vigilante, watch each others backs and not to get distracted."

"So she is useful for somethings." Dean remarked, laughing slightly.

"You're a pig Dean." She whispered as her father walked into the silent house.

The three Winchester children followed, eyes open and guns pointing ahead. A floorboard creaked suddenly and Kim jumped, latching onto Sams arm.

"What do you think you're doing Kim. This isn't a time to be scared." She heard her father whisper.

"Sorry sir." She replied before looking at Sam. This was one of the bigger hunts the two younger children had been on and the fear was evident in their eyes.

"Dean, watch you sister. I'm going to take Sam and get the second floor covered. Do not let her out of your sight. You got me?" John turned to look at his eldest.

"Yep, I got you. Come on Kim, lets go find the big bad ghost." Dean strained to see his sister walk towards him and when he could feel her by his side, he continued to walk.

"And on no account, do you go into the kitchen. You need me to help with that. So just scout around the rest of the house first."

"We got you dad." Dean was already walking away, swinging his gun over his shoulder. Kim, toddling behind him.

"Look at these Kim." Dean pointed out the stuffed animals covering the walls.

"Ew, thats gross. Who would want to do that?" She asked, a look of disgust on her face.

"Crazy people." He flicked one of the animals, a fox and watched with fascination as it swung around.

"Dad'll go crazy if he sees you messing with peoples stuff. Do you think all these animals could be haunting the crazy man. What if they try to eat me. I'm small so they might." Dean looked at his sister, wondering where that thought came from, and saw the worry in her face.

"Hey, no animal would want to eat you. You're too squirmy and small." He chuckled, before kneeling down. "And nothing would ever hurt you."

"Because you and Daddy and Sam wouldn't let it." She chippered.

"Exactly. So lets go check the rest of the house." He led her away from the room full of stuffed dead things and into another room.

"Found anything?" John asked.

"Nope, nothing."

"Some man keeps dead birdies and animals in a room. Me and Dean saw them." Kims voice sounded loud in the quiet hallway and the two elder Winchesters shushed her.

"What I do?" She pouted her lips again.

John Winchester couldn't stand it when his daughter did this. A habit picked up from the playground, he presumed. And now, whenever his daughter was punished or someone said something wrong to her, she pouted.

"Can we go to the kitchen now?" Sam asked, flicking his gun with his finger rapidly.

"Last stop ain't it Sammy." Dean smacked his brother up top his head, messing up his hair.

"Stop fighting and be quiet." John warned his children.

"Yeah Dean. Stop fighting with Sam." Kim mocked her fathers deep voice.

"That goes for you too Kim. I don't want to hear your voice again." John Winchester walked away, leaving his children to run and catch up to him.

They walked into the kitchen in silence, all with guns raised. The room had been trashed, food covered the floor and cutlery was strewn across the counter tops.

"Be careful now. It could be anywhere."

"We getcha Dad." Dean spluttered, stepping in a pile of rice.

"Ew, thats disgusting." Kim stated, dodging a puddle of milk.

This received a warning from their dad before he turned around. Suddenly a spoon skidded along the floor and between Sams legs.

"That was freaky." He shivered.

Another spoon was chucked at his head but he ducked, only to receive a sauce pot to his legs. His knees buckled and he fell into a puddle of oats.

"Now who eats oats anymore?" He murmured, rubbing at his sore legs.

"Old men do Sammy. Sarah from school told me." Kim walked further into the kitchen, following her father.

A butter knife sprang from a draw and landed inches away from Deans head. He pulled it out from the wall and stared at it.

"He's getting out of control now." Dean looked at the knife before dropping it to the floor.

Another knife was chucked and it flew past Johns head, millimeters away from his ear.

"Lets make this quick." He walked away, leaving Kim unattended.

"Hello Mr Ghost." She whispered into the room. "My names Kim. Whats your name?" She asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"What are you doing Kim?" Dean stopped in his tracks, staring at his sister.

"I'm talking to Mr Jefferson. He told me he didn't like you pointing guns at him." She told Dean, shifting herself round to look at the cooker.

"Well, we have to Kim. Otherwise he will hurt other people." Dean took a step forward and regretted it as a fork caught in his leather jacket,which was only just thick enough to stop the metal prongs scratching his skin.

"He told me that he doesn't want to go. He doesn't like chucking the forks and spoons around but he has to. He wants us to go." She lowered her gun before smiling into the empty patch by the door.

"What are you doing Kimberly? Raise your weapon." John shouted, pacing towards his daughter.

Suddenly a frying pan flew across the room and John leapt back. His eyes followed the stray piece of equipment and saw it heading for his youngest.

"Dean!" He shouted.

Dean saw the pan and sprinted over to Kim. Pushing her out of the way and taking the hit from the pan. It hit him in the back of his head and he grunted before falling to the floor.

"Why'do you push me Dean. That wasn't funny." Kim stood back up before walking up to her older brother. "Dean?"

"Come on. Sam get your sister out. I'm going to carry Dean out of this place." John lifted his son up, avoiding yet another knife before walking out hastily, following his two younger children.

The next day John went back and got rid of Mr Jefferson.

And Kim went on to tease Dean about the frying pan incident for years.