When they went inside, Kathleen headed straight to the coffee maker. She felt a bit wiped out, but she didn't want to go back to bed. Caffeine would help. Dean saw her fiddling with it and stopped her.

"Why don't we let them sleep, and we can go grab some breakfast?"

She looked at Sam, still asleep on the floor. "He won't be upset that we left him?"

"Nah. I'll leave him a note to tell him where we are so he doesn't worry about us."

"Okay. I could go for breakfast."

Dean fixed himself up a little and they headed out. Still a little early on a Saturday morning, the diner was almost empty. Once they ordered they began talking.

"So," Kathleen said, "John never mentioned me?"

"No, he didn't. But dad had a lot of secrets. He knew a bunch of people that he never talked about. We met some of them after he died. They called his phone and left messages, so we went to check them out. They were nice people."

"Were?"

"They died."

"Hunters?"

"Yeah. Damn good ones, too."

The conversation died down once the food came. They were both hungry and finished eating pretty quickly. Kathleen was feeling better after her second cup of coffee. Neither of them said anything on the drive back to Bobby's, but it wasn't an awkward silence. Dean had the radio on, and he noticed that Kathleen seemed very relaxed. More relaxed than he had ever seen her. When they pulled up to the house Bobby was outside, working in the yard. Kathleen smiled and waved at him as she went inside. Sam was up, folding the blankets he had slept on.

"Hey," he said.

"Good morning," Kathleen said.

"Breakfast, huh? You two actually getting along?" he asked as Dean walked in.

"Yes, we are," Dean said.

"All it took was him getting you drunk," Sam said with a smile.

"Come on, Sammy," Dean said. "The drinking had nothing to do with it."

"Actually," Kathleen said, "it did. It opened up a line of communication."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh geez. Chick psycho-babble."

"So," Sam said, "you two talked?"

"Yes," Dean said. "We talked it all out. And now I'm done talking. I'm gonna go watch a little tv." Dean plopped down on the sofa with the remote.

"Well," Sam said, "since you two ditched us, Bobby and I are gonna go grab some breakfast."

"Have fun."

Kathleen decided it would be a good time to go through some of Bobby's books. She was hoping to find something that could help her in her search for the demon that killed her parents, but she had no idea what that might be. With the number of books Bobby had, she knew she had to be selective with which ones she read or she would never find anything related to demons.

Dean watched her as she scanned the piles of books. "What are looking for?"

"Books on demons... and don't tell me I need to lay off."

"No. Research is good. Just don't go trying any spells or anything without talking to us first, okay?"

"Okay."

When Sam and Bobby got back, Sam dropped a newspaper in front of Dean.

"Animal attack?" Dean asked.

"If you keep reading, it says they think it was a very large dog or a wolf. The lunar cycle is right."

"Werewolf."

"Four hour drive."

Dean looked at Kathleen, who had heard the conversation sitting at Bobby's desk. "You up for this?"

"Sure."

"Ever hunt a werewolf?"

"Once."

"Alright then... you follow our lead."

They got to the town where the attack occurred and got a motel room. Once they were settled in, Sam suggested they go to the morgue, just to check out the body and see if the heart was missing. Dean agreed, but they had never gotten around to getting a federal ID set up for Kathleen, and he didn't want to leave her alone. So, Sam went solo to the morgue as FBI.

Since they started traveling with Kathleen they were springing for a room with a sofa... with a pullout bed if they were lucky. This one just had a sofa, and Dean was setting it up for himself.

"Dean," Kathleen said, "you take the bed. I can take the sofa."

"I'm fine."

"Seriously. I have a bed at Bobby's. You guys sleep on the couch or on the floor. You should take the bed here."

"It's okay." Dean sat on the couch. "You should try to get some sleep before sunset. Once the moon's up we could be out there 'til dawn."

She hesitated for just a moment before sitting sideways next to him on the couch.

"You know, when you hugged me this morning... it reminded me of John." Dean just smiled at her. "It really did make me feel safe."

"I'm glad."

She stared into his eyes, an inner conflict written all over her face. She had told him she wanted to kiss him. Part of her, anyway. He wondered if that was what she was thinking about. He leaned a little closer to her. When she didn't pull away, he placed a light kiss on her cheek, just by the corner of her mouth.

"You should sleep."

She nodded and got up. She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes, then climbed in bed. Dean was stretched on the couch with his eyes closed. She wanted to kiss him back so badly, but something wouldn't let her. She trusted Dean... she liked him a lot. She just couldn't let go of the past. Fifteen minutes later she showed no signs of falling asleep.

"You still awake?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm waiting for Sam to get back."

She sat up in bed and looked over at him. "How did John die?"

Dean sat up and let out a breath. He hated talking about it, but he couldn't tell her that after what she had shared with him.

"We had a run in with the demon that killed our mom... Azazel. It possessed dad, and tried kill me. Dad managed to break through and stop it before it finished me off, but I lost a lot of blood. The demon smoked out, and Sammy was driving us to the hospital when we were hit by an eighteen wheeler."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah, another demon, possessing the trucker. By the time we got to the hospital I was pretty much dead. Dad and Sam were banged up, but they were okay. Then suddenly I'm awake and healthy and a few minutes later, dad drops dead."

"The demon?"

"He made a deal with the son of a bitch."

"Not John!" Kathleen couldn't believe it. Her eyes were wide.

"Yeah... We didn't think he'd ever do something that stupid either."

Kathleen's eyes began to water the more she thought about. "John's in Hell?"

"No... not anymore." She looked confused, so he explained. "Azazel opened a Hell Gate. A bunch of nasty stuff got out... but so did dad. He actually helped us kill that yellow-eyed bastard."

"So, where is he now?"

"We don't know. He disappeared."

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Kathleen wiped the tears from her eyes before they actually fell. "I can't imagine how that made you feel."

Sam came in a few minutes later.

"Definitely a werewolf," he said.

"Heart missing?" Dean asked.

"Yep."

"Alright. Let's try to get some sleep."