Disclaimer: I am not Eric Kripke, nor any of his descendants or minions. I am not awesome enough to own any Winchesters or a certain attractive angel named Castiel. The only things I can take credit for in this chapter is the plot and Kallie and I refuse to give her up!

Author's Note: I'm gonna be real short here and give Jedi-Princess Knight ten awesome points for reviewing. Bless you dear. Now read and I will ramble at the bottom.

Also, this chapter is unbeta'd because I was anxious and overdue to get this to you. Please excuse any errors and I will update this once my beta gets it back to me.

Chapter 10

Show Me What This Life is All About (This is a Call)

She fools all of her friends,
Into thinking she's so strong,
But she still sleeps with the light on,
And she acts like it's all right on,
As she smiles again

(And her mother lies there sick with cancer)
And her friends don't understand her,
She's a question without answers,
Who feels like falling apart

She knows, she's so much more than worthless,
She needs to find her purpose,
She wonders what she, did to deserve this.

"Okay, let me get this straight," Kallie started spreading her hands out on the small motel table she sat at with the brothers, "you were at the bar, went to the bathroom and when you came back the place was on fire and all of the patrons were singing?"

"Loudly." Dean clarified, clearly very drunk from across the table from the other two.

"Uh huh." Kallie said clearly not putting much importance on that detail, "and why does this make you think it was demonic? Maybe they were all just very very drunk, like you. Feel like belting out any tunes Deany?"

Dean made a big exaggerated sigh at her teasing, "I may be very singy but I am not going to drunk."

Kallie giggled and Dean waved at her in an annoyed fashion, "Reverse that. And yes I am sure it was demonic."

"How?" Sam asked, just as amused as Kallie.

"Because, I have never been this drunk before." Dean replied pulling out a beer bottle from his jacket pocket, "so I brought this to prove it."

Kallie picked it up, "what so we could all get pissed like you?"

"No," Dean responded, exasperatedly as if it was an enormous effort to get his thoughts in coherent patterns, "Look at the lid. Recognize something?"

Sam and Kallie, who had been grinning, suddenly looked at each other with shared intrigue and leaned in to look at the bottle in Kallie's hands together. Sure enough, an demonic sign had been carved into the top. Kallie and Sam unanimously leaned closer to see it.

"It's a demonic engraving." Kallie noted with incredulity.

"I'll be damned." Sam commented as if he didn't believe it.

"Told ya." Dean taunted drunkenly.

Kallie laughed at him and pointed out good naturedly, "Ha, you do realize that this makes you a demonically drunken fool, don't you?"

"Shut up." The eldest Winchester slurred, "Just 'cause I'm poisoned doesn't make me weak. I'm still tough. I'm a freaking warrior beast."

"Well how about you sleep off the toxin, mighty warrior while Sam and I try to figure out how to fix you?" Kallie asked, standing up, her hands on her hips.

Dean mumbled something of an agreement and trudged off to his bed shucking off his shoes as he did. Sam and Kallie sniggered at each other before retreating to Kallie's room next door; Sam with his laptop and Kallie with the beer bottle.

"Do you want to split up and go to the police station and bank as planned or should we wait for our 'freaking beast' to sober up?" Kallie asked as she grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and some books from her wheeled suitcase.

"Nah," Sam answered, going to sit on one side of her queen-sized bed as he powered up his laptop, "I'm not sure we'll have to."

"Why not?" The warrior inquired joining him on the bed placing the stack of books between them and the yogurt on the nightstand.

"That symbol is pretty distinctive." Sam replied as he perused the web.

"Then you've seen it before?" Kallie insinuated after swallowing a bite as she held the cap up to him.

"I think so." Sam answered thoughtfully as he took it, getting into what Kallie had come to recognize as his 'research mode', "I just can't remember where or what it means."

"Ah, so basically the only thing you know about it is that it exists." Kallie summed up in a jovial way.

"Basically." Sam agreed.

"Alright then. Let's hit the books." Kallie recommended before thumping the old book she held in his direction, eliciting a grin from the hunter.

And they did for most of the day and well into the evening, stopping a few hours later for Kallie to make a run to the store and Sam to unceremoniously shove Dean in the shower. Kallie made sandwiches and Sam made an antidote to the poison from a recipe found in one of his books. When they were fed, Dean washed and recovering, they resumed their studies, with books of their combined library piled up on the floor and on Kallie's bed.

It wasn't until dark that either of them had any luck with finding more than the antidote when Sam leaned forward suddenly, "Found it!"

Kallie, eyes tired from hours of intense reading, blinked up at him from a particularly dark and musty tome, "Really?"

"Yeah, let's go tell Dean." Sam replied, upsetting a stack of books that had rested against his thigh as he stood up.

"Dean's still unconscious," Kallie pointed out, closing her book and joining Sam in the upright position, "let's tell me instead."

Sam smiled very excitedly at her, "I'll tell you both together."

And before Kallie could protest, Sam was already outside and down the way opening the door to their room. Kallie cursed Sam's long legs under her breath and followed him out, shutting her door behind her.

"Dean!" Sam called, going over to where Dean lay passed out.

"Ouch." Dean mumbled, his eyes still closed, scrunching up his face, "Volume Sammy."

"Sorry," Sam breathed quickly, sitting on his own bed facing his brother, "I figured it out."

"Awesome." Dean noted groggily, "Tell me about it tomorrow."

With that Dean rolled over to face the kitchen area that Kallie was exiting, holding a glass of water and 2 aspirin out to him. Dean sat up slowly and accepted them gladly, "Bless you. At least someone has manners."

"I'm sorry, Dean, but this is important." Sam insisted.

"Alright, alright." Dean relented, downing the pills and handing the glass back to Kallie.

She put it on the counter before sitting at the foot of Dean's bed facing Sam, informing him, "We're listening."

"I found out that it's a spirit of chaos and it's fairly new at that." Sam explained fervently, "The toying with the dead, and little tricks are classic signs that one is surfacing."

"Neat." Dean remarked, blinking his unfocused eyes, "Enlighten me as to why this is so urgent."

"Don't you see it? This is our answer." Sam said excitedly, tapping the book he had carried with him.

"To what?" Kallie hedged, wary of the direction Sam seemed inclined to be going.

"To Dean's problem." Sam answered as if it were obvious.

"How's that?" Kallie asked as Dean seemed to be rendered temporarily mute by Sam's proclamation.

"It's a spirit that's not ruled by demon politics so it's not afraid of Lilith. On top of that its powers are practically limitless so it would actually have the juice to take care of her unlike most of what we deal with. It's the perfect solution." Sam finished, his eyes wide with such hope that Kallie almost hated that they'd have to put his plan down.

Dean leaned forward, shaking his head and closing his eyes, "You've suggested a lot of dim-witted things over the years but this really takes the cake."

A hurt look crossed the younger brother's face mingled with confusion, "What? Why do you say that?"

"A chaos spirit? Really Sam?" Dean asked, his brow furrowing.

"What's wrong with it? It'd work." Sam defended leaning forward.

"'What's wrong with it?' Where do I even start?" Dean yelled, picking up steam, "For starters it's evil. Even if the thing is not a demon, it's still evil and you know it. For another how the hell would you even begin to control it? Anything ruled by chaos doesn't give a damn what anyone else wants."

"We could make a deal." Sam proposed, his voice rising with the passion of his argument.

"A deal." Dean repeated, sounding more and more like a parrot with his frustration at Sammy, before throwing his hands in the air, "Because those never end badly."

"These aren't like crossroads demons." Sam maintained.

"Exactly," Dean shot back, "Crossroads demons are at least predictable. They aren't likely to set you on fire in the middle of negotiations if they get bored. Chaos spirits have everything they want. They don't need anything from anyone that they can't get in the blink of an eye anyway."

"You're not seeing this straight." Sam told his brother angrily.

Dean kicked his legs over the side of the bed, narrowly avoiding hitting Kallie, who was strategically staying out of the Winchesters' familiar fight that repeated at least once a week, in the head, "You're the one who's not seeing this straight. I knew when I got into this that there was no getting out. You need to accept that too."

"I can't," Sam stubbornly held his ground, "We can save you. This is our chance."

"No." Dean shot his brother down, "It's not. We are not making a deal with this thing. We are going to find it and kill it before it ruins anyone else's lives. And that's the end of it."

Sam rose to his feet, filled with frustration and anger, opened his mouth a couple times as if to speak, but nothing came out. Sam fought down a shudder of anger, before muttering, "I'm getting some air."

Sam left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him. Kallie and Dean sat in the wake of the fight for a moment in silence. Dean took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, "I'm sorry. I feel like we are always having the same fight."

Kallie patted his shoulder, "He just doesn't want to lose you, Dean."

"I know. I felt the same way when he died but I just can't go through that again." Dean articulated, "I'm worried if he keeps chasing leads like this I'll be left without him again and I just couldn't handle that."

"I understand." Kallie said, staring out at nothing in particular, "Everything is just so screwed up. This is not the way things were supposed to be. I feel useless. With all of my training I should be able to do something but I just can't."

"You are doing something, Kallie." Dean said, "I know we aren't the best at expressing gratitude but you've helped out a lot these past few weeks, and I'm counting on you for what comes later. Sam will need you when I'm gone. What with all that Azazel did to him I'm worried. Before you came along I thought he'd go dark side once I died, because he'd have no one left besides Bobby. But he has you now. He's a stubborn bastard, I'll give him that but you can talk sense into him."

Kallie looked at Dean with newfound admiration. Dean had never been particularly prolific when it came to talking about his feelings so this was a huge step, "Thank you. You know I'll do my best."

"That's what I'm banking on." Dean voiced, "Right now he's just looking for any possible way to keep me from going to hell without looking at the bigger picture."

Kallie nodded in agreement, "He looks at a spirit of chaos and sees an entity with enough power to break your deal. He doesn't see the temperamental monster that sets walking corpses on highways and bar patrons on fire. He's looking for a silver lining so bad he doesn't notice that the storm cloud carries acid rain."

Dean shot her a look, "Well that was…eloquent."

Kallie rolled her eyes, "Shut up. I read a lot of poetry."

Dean chuckled teasingly, "No I liked it; 'acid rain'."

She shoved him playfully as the two of them enjoyed the light moment. As their laughter subsided and they regained their breath they thought again on the scene they'd just had with Sam.

"You need to talk to him." Dean told the girl sitting beside him, "He won't listen to me right now."

"You're right." Kallie concurred, really looking at Dean.

"Please make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. If I know him, he's gonna try and find the spirit on his own." Dean reasoned, rubbing his eyes.

"I'll look after him." She reassured her friend, getting to her feet and stretching her back, "You need to sleep some more to fight off the poison. It takes a full 10 hours for the antidote to work and you've only had 5."

"Meh." Dean, responded nonchalantly, leaning back against the pillows again and putting his legs up in the spot Kallie had just vacated, "I'll live."

"Sure, but in the morning, you'll wish you won't. Antidote or not, demonic hangovers are a bitch." Kallie informed him, in a light-hearted manner.

"Great." Dean groaned covering his eyes with his hands as exhaustion gripped him.

"Sorry, hon. Sleep tight." Kallie called heading towards the door, grabbing a duffle of Sam's clothes from the kitchen table and turning off the light before she left.

Once outside, Kallie fought down a shiver from the chill that had swept through the small town in North Carolina, before shouldering the duffel and heading down the sidewalk to her room. She deposited the bag just inside the room, grabbed her favorite black coat and headed back outside, looking for Sam. Going off her best guess, Kallie headed towards the parking lot hoping to find Sam and the Impala still there. And, making Kallie feel lucky for the first time in what felt like days, they were. Sam sat on the trunk of Dean's beloved car, his head in his hands.

"Hey." Kallie said as she walked over to him.

Sam looked up at the sound of her voice and responded very tiredly, "Hey."

"I was worried about you." She informed him as she joined him on the Impala.

"Let me guess," Sam drawled out, straightening up, "Dean sent you out here to baby-sit me and make sure I didn't run off and do anything rash."

"Well sure." Kallie responded matter-of-factly, "He's your brother, of course he did, but that's not why I'm here."

"Really now?" Sam asked, not believing her.

"Really." Kallie replied simply, bundling her coat closer.

"Then why are you here?" Sam inquired, taking a deep look at her.

"Well, one of my closest friends just got into a big fight with his brother and I thought he might want not want to be alone right now." Kallie explained, returning his stare with focused determination.

"Oh." Sam uttered, looking away, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Kallie acknowledged, returning her gaze to her Mini Clubman across the way.

"Just so you know, I don't want to talk about it, in case you came out here for that." Sam forewarned the girl sitting beside him.

"Nope, didn't think so." Kallie replied, "I'm just here to be here. Sometimes it's nice not to talk."

Sam nodded in agreement, shifting the way his ridiculously long legs sprawled out before him and took in a deep breath. Kallie adjusted to be more comfortable and leaned against him, sighing contentedly, her breath swirling before her in the light from a street lamp. The two sat like that in companionable silence as the night wore on.

About twenty minutes later, Sam let out his breath as if he had been holding it in and said quietly to the night, "I'm scared for him."

"Me too, Sam." Kallie said, "Me too."

"What are we supposed to do? How are we supposed to overcome this?" Sam asked in a low voice, not looking at her.

"We keep going, we endure and we fight until we can't fight anymore." Kallie replied in a level tone, "That's the most important thing. Even if we fail, we have to keep going. It's why Dean did what he did, so you would endure."

"Some days I wish he hadn't." Sam admitted quietly, "And some days I get so mad at him that he won't let me try."

"I know, but that's what makes him your brother." Kallie pointed out.

"It's classic Dean alright." Sam agreed, "I just don't know what to do with him when he's like this. I'm just so mad and frustrated I can't go back in there right now."

"So were you planning on staying out here all night?" Kallie asked, fixing her questioning stare on him.

"I honestly hadn't thought past getting out of there." Sam confessed, with a shrug.

"Well it is definitely too damn cold for that." Kallie assessed succinctly hopping off of the car, and extending a hand to him, "Come on, let's go."

Sam took it and stood as well, "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere insulated." Kallie answered passing through a hallway to the inner courtyard of the motel.

Sam chuckled quietly at her to-the-point manner and followed. When they reached Kallie's room she unlocked the door and led them in, dropping Sam's hand.

"You're gonna sleep in here." Kallie informed Sam chucking off her shoes and replacing them with slippers before pointing to the chair by the door, "There's your duffel bag, by the way."

"Um, thanks? And where are you going to sleep?" He asked as he watched her remove her jacket and head to her large bag of clothes.

"Your bed." She answered collecting clothes and placing them in a plastic grocery bag.

"Why?" he asked staying in one spot as she bustled about the room.

"Because there is no way the two of us can fit in that bed and be comfortable. Clara says I kick." Kallie told him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And why am I sleeping in here again?" he inquired, amused by her way of thinking.

"Because you and Dean are way to stubborn to work this out on your own, I don't want to find a Sammy-popsicle outside in the morning and I am way too tired to make you guys fix your issues tonight." Kallie summed up for the extremely tall hunter, heading towards the door and patting him on the shoulder, "So if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to bed now."

"Alright then. Good night, Kallie." Sam said, with a small smile as he let her pass.

"G'night Sammy." Kallie said as she made her way around him.

"Oh and Kal," Sam added, making her turn around to look at him as she opened the door, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. And Sam," Kallie said tentatively before pausing, as if she was reluctant to say what she needed to, "Please don't try to leave tonight. Please. I won't be able to sleep if I think you might go."

Sam let out a labored breath, as if agreeing was painful, "I won't. You can rest easy."

Kallie sighed relieved, "I know I can, I just had to hear you say it. If I didn't you better believe I'd be in here tonight, kicking or not."

"Good to know." Sam smiled once, trying to regain the levity of the previous moment before grabbing the aforementioned bag she'd moved for him

"See ya at a more reasonable hour," Kallie said in farewell with one of her rare sincere smiles before shutting the door behind her.

Sam stood for a moment taking in all that happened that night before changing and heading to bed.

Sam didn't try to leave that night, not just because Kallie had swiped his keys and slept with them under her pillow but because despite how desperate he was to save Dean he couldn't make a liar of himself to Kallie. Despite her flaws and the horrors she had seen she still had this innocence and trust that Sam couldn't bring himself to shatter by doing something that could jeopardize his life and soul.

They were quiet the next day as they found and vanquished the spirit of chaos. Sam clearly didn't approve of what they were doing but without any further words it was clear that Dean would not back down and that Kallie agreed with him. So Sam watched as his brother and friend trapped and destroyed the entity of anarchy and what Sam viewed as one of Dean's last real hopes with salt, a seal drawn on the floor, fire and some holy energy on Kallie's part. Sam was determined to never give up and to save Dean but as the months ticked by and Kallie and Dean's moral compasses refused more and more of Sam's plans he began to feel hopeless. He began to fear he couldn't save his brother and despite how close he had come to Kallie, he began to believe that not even her optimism or all of her holy potential could possibly ever be enough to fill the hole losing Dean would cause.

"(And he tells everyone a story,
'Cause he thinks his life is boring),
And he fights, so you won't ignore him,

'Cause that's his biggest fear
And he cries, but you'll rarely see him do it,
And he loves, but he's scared to use it,
So he hides behind the music,
'Cause he likes it that way

And he knows, he's so much more than worthless,
He needs to find the surface,
'Cause he's, starting to get nervous."

This is a Call- Thousand Foot Krutch

Author's Note: Hey lookit! I am back and it has not been ages! Aren't you proud of me?

This might have something to do with the fact that though I had not been able to get my sister/best friend/roommate to watch Supernatural with me for months. Then we see two a few weeks ago. In the past week we have watched five. SCORE! I am so glad I bought season five cuz now we are nearly done with the first disc.

Goodness I love that hot angel. Oh I do I do I do.

So now I am inspired. My muse wandered into Hogwarts and Narnia for awhile, leaving me plenty distracted but it is back in the Impala where it belongs making me a happy camper. Come pitch your tent beside mine and tell me what you thought.

I hope to continue this spree of frequent updates but I will need your help. Thus I issue a challenge. I will post the next chapter when I get 2 reviews. That is it. if I just get two reviews for this chapter I will be more than happy to post the already written next one.

Oh and here's some incentive: Castiel's in the next one.

and if that is not enough incentive then it might interest you to know Gabriel is also joing us next time.

MWUHAHAHA!

now make both us happy and review for me darlings! i only need two to deliver these unto you.

bottom line:

i liked this chapter. i like their bond. do you?