Dean slammed on the breaks near the bridge, causing the car to swerve to an abrupt stop. Andy had told them about the only bridge in town and they sped off hoping that they would make it in time. From a distance, Kim could see a silhouette of a car pulled up on the bridge, the dim light of the moon and the weak street light outlined the vehicle creating an eerie sensation to creep down her spine.
Before the can could stop, Kim and Sam rushed out of the car and hurried to the trunk of the Impala. Dean and Andy came running around the side of the car, all in a hurry. "Dean, you should stay back," Sam told Dean as he opened the trunk, preparing all of the weapons.
"No argument there. Had my head screwed with enough for one day," Dean agreed as he stepped back, watching Kim pull out a gun and stashed it in her shoe. Kim felt for her iron knife in her waistband and another gun firmly in her hands. Cocking it, she felt a soft breeze graze over her hand, the cold night's air rushing through her hair. A chill slivered through her; she knew something would go wrong.
"I'm coming with you," she heard Andy demand as Dean grabbed a rifle and walked towards the edge of the hill, preparing himself.
"Andy, no," Sam sighed as he watched him clumsily gather weapons he had no idea how to use, knowing he would just make the situation worse.
"You're letting Kim go," he complained as Kim rolled her eyes and twirled her gun.
"Okay, let's get this out of the way early. Sam doesn't 'let' me to do anything. I'm a hunter just as he is and that's not my twin sitting in that van trying to kill everyone I know," Kim defended as she checked the ammunition in her gun, not bothering looking up.
"If it's Tracy out there... then I'm coming," he demanded unstably, his eyes filled with determination. Kim looked up from her gun, her eyes slowly grazed over a weakly commanding Andy. Her eyes flickered to Sam who was looking at her just the same. With a single, unsure nod, she had let Andy join the hunt.
The bridge was dimly lit as they stalked their way towards the car, content on not making a single noise. With a simple nod from Sam, they moved to surround the car that blended in with the night. Sam moved to the side of the car Weber was sitting while Kim moved towards Tracy's side. As she moved closer, the sound of sobbing echoed through the silence. Peeking her head around, she sneaked a look through the side window into the car to see Weber watching Tracy unbutton her shirt.
Kim waited for Sam to make his move before rushing Tracy out of the car. As Sam smashed in Weber's window, she flung open the door and grabbed Tracy forcefully. Pulling her out of the car she hear a gun cock. Sam aimed the gun at Weber's face, threatening to shoot. "Get out of the car! Now!" Sam demanded. Weber slowly put his hand up and turned to look at Sam, a cocky look in his eye.
"You really don't want to do this," he smirked irritably.
Kim had managed to drag Tracy out of the car before Weber could do anything. "Get out! Come on, let's go!" Kim demanded, helping the distraught woman out of the car. Tracy messily thanked Kim, tears streaming down her face. "Don't mention it," Kim panted, brushing off her gratitude, guiding her to the end of the bridge. Tracy turned her head when she heard Andy call out her name.
"Tracy, come here! Come here, it's okay," Andy blurted rapidly, taking Tracy out of Kim's arms and comforting her as she explained how she couldn't control herself. Without another second, Kim was moving back to Sam's side to help him deal with Weber.
"Don't move! Don't move!" Sam threatened, holding Weber to the ground with a gun to his head. Kim took the opportunity to stick a strip of duck tape over his mouth, stripping him from the ability to talk, although they could hear muffled threats escape.
It was when Kim had straightened herself up and dusted her hands on her top when she heard the sound of rapid footsteps from behind her and before she could do anything, Andy had ran and kicked Weber in the stomach, making him groan in pain as Andy continued to repeatedly kick him while he was down. It only took one sharp movement from Kim to send Andy flying off of Weber, but he was already dripping blood. "Andy, no! Let us handle this," Kim shouted. Sam pulled Weber roughly off the ground but he had started thrashing, sending a few kicks towards Sam who pushed him back onto the car.
"I'm gonna kill him!" Andy shouted, trying to resist the force of Kim who was still holding him back.
"No! I got this!" Sam argued back, hoping Kim could stop his outrage. Kim got the messages and grabbed Andy, and with one sharp and strict movement, she had Andy's back pressed against her chest, one hand trapped between his body and hers and the other held still by Kim. She had trapped Andy in a held restraint he couldn't get out of, but it was a sharp pain in the back of Kim's head that sent her fleeing to the ground.
Her grip of Andy loosened and her body fell limp; from the corner of his eye, Sam watched Kim fall.
"Kim!" Sam fretted at her closed eyes and limp body, she was knocked unconscious. His eyes moved to the figure above Kim to see a hypnotised Tracy standing over her with a heavy log tightly in her hands. With Sam distracted, Weber took the chance to punch Sam in the face, causing him to stumble, opening the orotundity for Tracy to hit Sam; he was sent tumbling.
It was then that Kim's eyes started to flutter open, a slight groan escaped her lips. She twisted on the floor at an attempt to pull herself up. Her vision was fazed and she the second her opened her eyes, a pounding headache entered her head. Slamming her eyes shut, she groaned in pain and moved to the next best option. Conjuring some energy, she tried to listen to the conversation between Andy and Weber, but her ears were ringing too. It was just then she realised how hard she had dropped. Ignoring the pain, she squinted her eyes open. "No!" she cried out, reaching her lips arm out towards Tracy who was standing on the edge of the bridge, about to jump.
"You're insane!" Andy growled, being the most threatening as he could be. Wincing, Kim rolled on the floor, reaching for the gun she hid in her jeans. As she rolled, her hand accidentally dragged through a puddle of cold crimson and whipped it on her pants as she reached for her gun in her waistband. She grabbed it firmly and held it in front of her face, a clear image of her blood covered hands and gun came into frame. Furrowing her brows, she looked closely and steady her aim but there was no clean shot straight for Weber's head, Andy was in the way.
"I've wanted to tell you for so long, bro. But he didn't let me. He said I had to wait until the time was—" Weber was convinced he was doing the right thing, but both Andy and Kim were confused by who he was talking about.
"Who?" Andy asked.
"The man with the yellow eyes," he stated seriously, viciously grabbing Kim's attention. She had known of such a demon for many years... She remembered her father talking about a demon with yellow eyes when she was younger, but he had only referred to him as Yellow-Eyes. A murderous demon, manipulative and cruel. She just remembered her father strictly telling her to never peruse him at will. Realistically, this would have never been a suitable option for her where she should have rolled and taken the shot; but Andy was stuck in the line of fire.
"What are you talking about?" Andy whispered forcefully. Kim noticed Sam's head rise to hear Weber talk about the demon that changed his life.
"He came to me. In my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait 'till you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us! See, he's the one who told me that I had a brother. A twin," Weber enthused.
Kim could feel her stomach turn with hatred as he spoke about Yellow-Eyes with such awe when she caught sight of movement in the distance. Kim prayed that it was Dean, preparing his rifle. Squinting her eyes, her vision began to straighten up and the sight of Dean preparing the gun aimed at Weber's head filtered through the bushes. A sigh of relief settled through Kim when she saw Weber turn to him, a knowing smirk on his face.
"I see you," he smirked, "Bye bye." Kim gasped painfully and reached for the gun aiming it straight for Weber but the line was blocked, she wasn't in any position to take the shot. She may have been in a bad position to shoot Weber, but Andy wasn't.
"Andy!" Kim called his name and he turned to look at her with fear in his eyes. Kim threw the gun into Andy's hands where he fumbled with it for a second, then turned to face Weber. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger sent and the bullet flew straight into his brother. Weber cried in pain, a strip of blood poured down his back as he turned furiously towards his twin.
Kim watched as Andy froze with the gun in his hands, trembling. She struggled to her feet and rushed over to Andy, ripping the gun from his hand and held it tightly, shooting the last bullet through Weber's head.
Putting one hand on his shoulder and using the other to take the gun out of his hands. She looked at him and nodded in thanks before going to help Sam up from the ground.
•※•
The next morning, police crews had arrived on the scene. Andy was talking to three police officers, his stance unusually confident. Sam waited as a paramedic tending to his head, a small scratch from where he fell. Dean stood at his side along with Kim who insisted she was fine and refused to take any treatment.
"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen," Andy said sternly.
"Yeah, we did," the policeman murmured, manipulated by his words.
"Look at him. He's getting better at it," Sam smiled, Dean and Kim turning to look at him, slightly impressed. Andy watched as the policeman walked away, convinced with the story Andy manipulated for him. Slowly, Andy turned to the three of them and shuffled his way over to them, a lined smile on his face. He stopped in front of Tracy who was being tended to by the paramedics but looked at the floor when she ignored him. He looked at Kim for a second before turning back to the floor.
"What's up?" Kim asked lightly. Andy sighed miserably, his cheery attitude was absent as if it was never there.
"She won't talk to me, or even look at me," he sighed, his tone soaked in misery. "What—what am I supposed to do now?"
Dean looked over to Sam before quickly turning to Andy. "You be good, Andy. Or well be back," Dean threatened, only getting a nod back as a response. Kim sighed and walked up to Sam and Dean.
"Looks like I was right," Sam sighed as he walked away with Dean next to him, Kim following closely behind.
"About what?" Dean asked.
"Andy. He's a killer after all," Sam replied simply, losing hope with every word he spoke, like poison slipping from his tongue.
"No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life. He saved my life," Dean emphasised, refusing to believe Sam could be like that, making Sam focus on the positive.
"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody," Sam sighed. Kim furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what they were talking about; she hadn't known that they didn't see her fire the final bullet.
"Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just—he was pushed into that."
"Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death."
"What's your point, Sam?" Dean groaned, seeing he wasn't getting through his brothers thick head.
"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us." Sam insisted on being pessimistic, refusing to see the good in what happened last night.
"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it," Dean persisted.
"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am," Sam argued.
"That was mind control! I mean, it's like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count," Dean demanded, making Kim scoff behind them.
"What?" Sam asked.
"No. I'm, I'm calling a do-over," Dean ordered.
"What are you, seven?" Kim laughed. The boys spun around to look at Kim, who was ranting behind them, arms crossed and a small smirk on her face.
"We keep forgetting you're here," Dean groaned looking at Sam, who knew she has just heard everything they just said before walking away back to the impala.
"Thanks, overwhelmed with feelings," she sassed, rolling her eyes.
"Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it," Dean ordered.
"By 'evil son of a bitch' do you mean Yellow-Eyes?" Kim asked, confirming what they were talking about. Sam and Dean looked at her, squinting her eyes as they wondered how they knew about they were talking about or what her relationship with him was. Sam shuddered his eyes at her, a glare she felt and switched her gaze over to him but he didn't move his glance. He had such a curious look at her, almost sceptically before slowly looking back to Dean.
"Yeah, I guess," Sam sighed, Kim nodded along before her cell rang, vibrating in her pocket.
"Hello? Ellen. What's up? Yeah, we'll be right there," Kim nodded. She looked at Sam and Dean who hopped in the car and started the long drive back to the Roadhouse.
•※•
Sam and Dean sat at the bar, Ellen and Kim stood behind it as Jo walked around the outside, waitressing. Ellen, looked at Jo, trying to find a way to signal her out of the room.
"Jo," Ellen said.
"Hmm?" she replied lazily.
"Go get us another case of beers," she said firmly. Jo groaned in response and refused to go, intrigued to hear what was going on, but Ellen insisted. Jo sent a little glare towards Kim, begging her to protest, but Kim averted eye contact and scratched her neck, making Jo march out of the room. Waiting for Jo to completely leave, Ellen turned to Kim and crossed her arms.
"So are you going to tell me about that last hunt of yours," Ellen demanded. Kim looked at Sam as she crossed her arms and fiddled with a necklace chain.
"Nah, not much to say," Kim shrugged as she shook her head. She never made much of an effort to talk to Ellen about things like this, she just preferred to keep it to herself just as she was taught as a child. It's hard as an orphaned eight year old to have strict emotional control but she had to learn and it almost became a crime to let a tear slip from her eye.
When school was rough her sister told her to suck it up and when her wounds were deep she'd tell Kim to rub some dirt in it. She wasn't someone Kim could go to for emotional support and she never had any one else to go to and by the time she had a family willing to listen, she had already learnt form her mistakes of oversharing. Despite the adversities, Kim knew her sister always wanted the best for her and in the profession they were in, being ruthless was the only way to stay alive.
So when Sarah died, Kim kept repeating her sisters voice in her mind and walked on, listening to her wise advise; she knew that's what Sarah would have wanted. When Kim moved in with Ellen, Sarah's voice never died.
"You always say there's nothing to talk about," Ellen argued, desperate for Kim to tell her something—anything at all.
"That's because there's nothing to talk about," Kim continued. Ellen sighed, not wanting to start an argument, she brushed it off but didn't forget about it and turned to Sam and Dean.
"I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon? You think it went after the Gallagher family?" Ellen said knowing about the demon from John Winchester, an old friend of hers. Ellen knew about his obsession with killing the demon that murdered his wife and put his children in danger. He always made his way to the Roadhouse if he was close by.
"Yeah, we think so..." Sam replied, getting a reaction out of Dean.
"Sam—" Dean warned but was interrupted by Ellen.
"Why?"
"None of your business," Dean finished.
"You mind your tongue with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's coming and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here," Ellen warned. Kim just scoffed at her speech. "Kim here never tells me anything. I'm not letting that happen with you two. You're not getting off that easy," Ellen continued. "What were you saying, Sam?"
"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um, we all have some kind of ability," Sam started.
"Ability?" Ellen asked. Dean rolled his eyes, uncomfortably.
"Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us," Sam mumbled awkwardly and Kim began to realise that Sam had not learnt his lesson from oversharing.
"What kind of plans?" Ellen asked, investing herself into the conversation.
"We don't really know for sure," Sam sighed.
"These people out there, these psychics. Are they dangerous?" Ellen worried.
"No. Not all of them," Dean blurted, thinking of Andy.
"But some are. Some are very dangerous," Sam finished, sending a glance to Dean.
"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen asked.
"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday," Dean stated.
"That's not true," Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked shocked.
"Andy's brother, Weber? Or Ansen Weems, whatever you wanna call him, Sam and I looked through his files, and there was no house fire. There was nothing out of the ordinary," Kim said, knowing what Sam was saying since they looked through the files together.
"Which breaks pattern. So if there're any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down," Sam continued.
"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Kim finished. Ellen listened, astonished.
"Jo!" Ellen called.
"Yeah?" Jo asked, sticking her head out from around the corner.
"You better break out the whisky instead," Ellen replied and none of them refused. After what they are going through and what they will be going through, they deserved a drink.
•※•
They spent the rest of the day talking until it was night and they grew tired. Dean skolled the last of his drink, feeling the familiar burn as it slid down his throat. Even Kim had a glass, but Ellen refused to give her any more than that. Kim rolled her eyes and finished the last of her first and last drink of the night that she had managed to spread over most of the day, only taking sips.
Dean looked to Kim who was now playing an arcade shooting game Jo had managed to convince her to play with her. Kim laughed slightly, a small smile speed across her face along with Jo. Kim huffed politely as she watched her failing score appear in the screen and put the fake gun down and lightly punched Jo in the arm for beating her.
"You just wait until you swap that for a real gun. I'll beat you then," Kim smirked waving her finger in the air. Dean checked the time and turned to Sam.
"We should head to Bobby's. We've gotta talk to him," Dean said, getting up and thanking Ellen. He was making his way to the door when he turned around and saw Kim high-fiving Jo, and although they had met each other barley a month ago, he had never heard Kim laugh so genuinely. Sam watched Dean's eyes and follows his gaze to Kim; he had also never seen her so honestly happy.
"Kim, we're leaving," Sam yelled out across the bar. Kim shot her head in his direction and saw that Dean was out of the bar already. She was surprised they even remember she was there, considering Dean's comments. One her way to the Roadhouse she was sure they were going to leave her behind, where she belonged, but to her surprise Sam had called her back.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm coming," she said, a weak smile appeared on her face. She was engulfed in a hug from Jo and Ellen then walked off after Sam. Walking outside, Kim saw Dean leaning on the Impala. "So, where are we going?" she asked, plotting her hand in her pockets. Dean got up and moved to the driver side car door and opened it, standing there for a second.
"To see a friend," he revealed before getting in the car along with Sam on the passenger's side. Her vision switched from them to her car, parked in the place she left it days go. Sam rolled down his window to ask what was wrong, and Kim lowered her head to the window looking straight at Dean.
"I'm driving my car," she proclaimed and without waiting for a response, she hopped in her own car, shoved the keys into the ignition and listen to her Jeep roar to life. She pressed her foot down on the accelerator and rolled forward, following Dean as they exited the Roadhouse parking lot.
•※•
They have been driving for a while now along a long road that seemed to be leading to nowhere, but she didn't mind. She was never the type of person to need someone with her all the time or became lonely when she was alone for a long amount of time. In fact, she preferred it; she enjoyed the silence. After all, it was what she was used to.
She followed the Impala onto a dirt road and into a car junk yard. Scrap metals were scattered around the large area of land, old cars were set up in uneven lines and in the middle of that stood a wooden house which looked like it had been abandoned years ago.
Dean parked his car outside and Kim did the same, hopping out of the car as they did. She followed them as they walked up to the old house and opened the door, letting themselves in. Kim lingered outside for a second as they perused into the house, observing the rugged interior that looked as if minimal to no effort was used to decorate the messy area before following after them.
"Bobby!" Dean called and only moments later an old man with a greying beard and a baseball cap on marched out holding a shotgun in his hands. Kim felt his eyes scan over her for a mere second before he turned to the boys, loosening his grip on his gun.
"Don't you boys knock?" Bobby growled, throwing the gun on the couch, relaxing a bit. He looked up at them, eyeing Kim. "Who's she?" he grouched, nodding towards Kim as if she couldn't hear him.
"Name's Kim," she said casually. He looked to the boys who nodded.
"Huh," he huffed, "Kim." His gaze was strong and unsettling, something Kim had seen in her many years of hunting alone. He extend his hand for her to shake and she did. "I'm Bobby," The gaze that was filled with silent suspicion and untrustworthy thoughts and Kim nodded uncomfortably, signifying that she had heard his name as clear as she knew the look on his face meant.
"Yeah, she's with us now," Sam nodded with a ghost of a smile causing Dean snapped his head around to him.
"She is?" Dean barked, staring at Sam as Kim shuffled on her feet placing her weight on one leg.
"She is," Sam affirmed. Kim shrugged along awkwardly, she could feel Bobby stare at her curiously, which she returned. Kim stopped moving and stood still, a blank expression on her face. Bobby rolled his eyes at the bickering of Sam and Dean and invited Kim further into the house while they stayed where they were, continuing to bicker.
"You hunt?" Bobby asked casually. Kim crossed her arms over her chest and nodded once, unsure if that was even a question for her to answer, it was pretty obvious.
"Yeah," she sighed simply.
"How long?" he questioned, attempting to keep the conversation going.
"Eight years now," she replied, looking up as she thought about her answer. Bobby seemed slightly shocked, squinting his eyes and scrunching his face in confusion.
"Eight? How old are you?" he asked. Kim scratched her head and looked into the distance uncomfortably, not sure why he was interested in such irrelevant things.
"I'm nineteen," Kim sighed, still keeping up the lie although she was technically eighteen.
"So you started when you were eleven, ten?" Bobby asked in shock, Kim nodded to confirm, not specifying what exact age. "Tough life," he sighed making Kim nod her head slightly in agreement.
After a small while, Dean and Sam decided to join them. Dean stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he stood next to Sam. Light shone in from the window behind them. It illuminated around the two, casting a dramatic shadow on the wooden floor.
"Bobby," Dean finally said. "Can we talk?"
Bobby looked at Kim and rolled his eyes at how dramatic they were before shuffling off with the two boys, leaving Kim in the room alone. Normally, Kim would be compelled to search the room, looking for anything suspicious or off about Bobby, but the desire to do so never grew in her. She didn't feel like it was necessary, but she decided to casually look anyway so she had something to do. She shuffled over to the desk and peeked through some papers. She peered around the wall and saw six or seven phones hung up on the wall, each labelled a different officer. FBI; CIA; FED; Kim realised Bobby Singer wasn't much of a physical hunter anymore, but instead more of one dedicated to research for others.
As Kim flicked through some papers on Bobby's desk, she suddenly dropped to the floor as her knees collapsed on her. She could feel a white hot pain travelling through her spine, moving through her body. She collapsed, bringing her knees to her chest and screamed in agony as the immense heat spread through her nerves, running down her arms and to the very tips of her fingers. She flexed all her muscles as an attempt to release some of the tension, but it only caused spasms. She kicked the desk next to her as she twisted on the floor, making some papers to fall onto of her. She couldn't breathe, her throat began to close up. She let out a cry of pain, clutching her chest.
She heard footsteps running into the room in a shuffled panic. She turned her head up, causing a massive discomfort in her neck, to face the three boys who had horrid and worried expressions on their face as they stared at the writhing girl on the floor as she screamed and convulsed.
Quickly, Dean ran up to her, wrapping his hands around Kim, struggling to keep her still. Kim was in too much pain to prevent him front grabbing her. His strong arms clung to her, only making Kim shuffle uncomfortably. His fingers gently landed upon her skin, but the second their skin's touched, Dean flung his head back in pain and attempted to remove himself from her but it was as if the pain had paralysed him. Kim gasped greedily for air and sighed in satisfaction as she released her pain, but Dean screamed and all eyes stared at him. Kim's breath slowed as she relaxed her muscles, feeling the grip that the pain had on her body release. Kim stared at Dean who was groaning in pain as her lungs began to fill with air again and her thoughts returned to her mind. Quickly, she removed his hand from her arm. He almost immediately felt relieved as the pain disappeared from his body.
As Dean began to regain function in his body, he looked up to Kim from his flopped position on the floor as he panted heavily. Kim grabbed onto Bobby's desk for support as she pulled herself up, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Don't look at me like that," she panted. "I know as much as you do." Kim walked over to Dean and held out a hand to help him up. He started at it for a second before pushing himself up, hands pressed against the floor for balance. Kim backed off as Dean stumbled towards Sam and Bobby, who were still staring in shock.
"What the hell was that?" Dean growled.
"Not fun, huh?" she huffed. "Yeah, try doing that for a year," she spat. All of them glared at her. "I didn't know that if he touched me it would... transfer to him!" Kim shouted, flailing her arms towards Dean. Sam stared at the floor, muttering something to himself under his breath. Kim sighed and pushed her hair out of her face in one quick motion. "Look, I understand if you don't want me here anymore," she finished, shuffling towards the door, she pushed past the three of them in silence.
"I may know someone who can help you," Bobby interjected. Kim stopped and turned to him, intrigued. "Her name's Pamela."