"Shhhhh," Kelsey whispered, trying not to laugh.

Dean nipped her collarbone through her nightshirt, which was technically one of his t-shirts, as he ran a hand under her shirt to caress her abdomen and downward. She stifled a moan.

"I think you're the one who needs to be quiet," he huskily murmured in her ear as he stroked her.

"You're wicked, you know that, right?" she bit out, trying not to writhe too much, for fear they'd wake Sam, who was asleep just a couple of feet away.

They were bunked in a motel on the edge of Jet, Oklahoma, where they were scouting out a persistent problem with fishermen disappearing.

Dean just gave her a smug look as he shoved down and kicked off his boxers before resuming his spot between her thighs.

He slid his hands under her back to grasp her shoulders as he slid home. He smothered his moan in her neck. She held on, her fingernails into his back, her heels pressed into his ass.

They kissed and reveled in each other as silently as they could until Kelsey climaxed and let out a whimper. Finding release, Dean collapsed on her, breathing hard.

He eventually flopped onto his back and she lethargically turned her head to look at him with a satisfied smile.

"See? We didn't even wake up Sammy," Dean softly said, turning on his side, throwing a leg over hers.

"You're so bad," Kelsey whispered with a gleam in her eyes.

"And that's what you love about me," he replied.

"Uh huh," she said.

Without warning, Kelsey's eyes went blank and she went limp.

"Kelsey?" Dean asked. She didn't respond.

"Kelsey? Kelsey!" he said with more force, shaking her. His alarm woke Sam, who saw his brother hunched over Kelsey.

Sam flipped on the lamp between their beds and scrambled out of his bed onto the edge of Dean's bed.

"What happened?" he asked, pushing the covers back to help Dean, who pressed his ear to Kelsey's chest.

"I don't know! We were talking and suddenly she went comatose," Dean frantically said, checking her pulse. She was still breathing and her heart was beating normal.

Sam arched an eyebrow at Dean's nakedness. Dean caught his gaze and glared at his brother.

"So sue me. We had sex before we started talking," he retorted. He touched Kelsey's face.

"Come on, sweetheart," he tenderly implored. "Wake up."


Kelsey opened her eyes to bright white. She was standing in an empty room when she noticed a tall lean man with short flaxen hair and ice blue eyes like hers.

"Dad?" she asked, not believing her eyes. He was wearing what she saw him last in—a dark grey hoodie, blue jeans, and sneakers.

"It's me, honey," he said.

"But how? Am I dead?" she said, looking at her hands and back at him. He looked the same and yet different.

"No, you're not dead," he said. Mickey Remington stepped closer. "You look good, Kelsey."

She tried to process the facts that a) she wasn't dead and b) her father was standing in front of her. Was he alive or was this just a vision? Or was this just a demon trick?

"Why haven't I seen you before now? You've been gone for seven years!" she said with mixed emotions, unsure if she should trust what was before her.

"Because they finally said I could see you," he replied.

"Who said? Why wait so long? What's happening?" she warily asked.

Mickey held up his hand to halt her barrage of questions.

"Soon enough, daughter," he firmly said. Kelsey quieted then opened her mouth again.

"Can you at least tell me if you're really my father?" she submissively asked.

He smiled that smile she remembered from her childhood.

"Yes, I'm really your father. I was human … for a while," he said.

The room started to darken a bit. Mickey glanced up and nodded.

"You will find the answers you seek soon enough," he said. "I'm sorry I can't tell you more, that we don't have more time. Remember I love you."

Kelsey reached out to him, pleading.

"Will I see you again?" she asked.

He gave her a sad smile. "I hope so," he said as he faded to black.


"Look," Sam said pointing as a tear leaked from Kelsey's eye.

She suddenly drew in a deep breath like she'd been revived from the dead. She blinked.

"Kelsey?" Dean asked, still cradling her body. She turned her head to him, seeing again.

"I saw him," she choked.

"Who, sweetheart?" he asked.

"My dad," she whispered.


Dean, now clothed, sat on the edge of the bed with Kelsey, and Sam on the edge of his, facing them.

Kelsey fiddled with the hem of her nightshirt.

"So it turns out that Louise was right," she said, not looking at either of them.

Both brothers remained silent.

"He said I would get my answers soon," she continued.

Dean gently rubbed her back.

"And we will be right there when you do," he said. Sam agreed.

"Besides, how cool is it that we have an angel in our midst?" Dean added, trying to lighten the mood, nudging her shoulder with his.

Kelsey gave him a snarky stare.

"What? I'm just saying I for one think it's hot," he said with a smirk, wagging his eyebrows.

Kelsey playfully punched Dean as Sam rolled his eyes.


They were in the waning shadows of the Salt Plains dam bridge, waiting for their target to exit one of the RVs, when there was rustling nearby.

Kelsey swung around and aimed at the noise.

"Kelsey?" the dark-haired broad-shouldered man in her sights called out.

Kelsey lowered her crossbow and stared at him. He looked vaguely familiar, as if she knew him, someone from her past. Then it suddenly hit her.

"John?" she asked.

"Wait, you two know each other?" Dean said, came out of hiding next to her, confused.

"Yeah," John Winchester said, studying Kelsey's features. She looked so much like her father, it was surreal. "Her father Mickey and I were old high school buddies."

Kelsey couldn't believe Dean and Sam's dad was the John her father had spoken about when she was growing up.

"How did I not put two and two together?" Kelsey pondered aloud. "I should have known."

"I'm real sorry about your dad, that I wasn't there to help," John said as he approached them.

Sam exchanged a look with Dean. After all this time, Kelsey hadn't ever shared what exactly happened to her dad, refusing to speak about it. She shut down when either of them tried to broach the subject.

"Are my boys taking good care of you?" John asked, slinging an arm around her shoulders in a sideways hug.

Kelsey slyly grinned and glanced at Dean, whose ears reddened. Next to him, Sam had the deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.

"You could say that," she said.