DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL, SAM OR DEAN BUT ALL CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT THE WINCHESTERS, ARE MINE. ORPHANAGE IS MADE UP; I THINK…I DON'T KNOW, I LIVE IN AUSTRALIA…LOL.
WARNINGS: MILD LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE IN THE FORM OF WINCHESTER ASS-KICKING AND FUTURE SEXUAL CONTENT (DON'T WORRY, NO SAM/DEAN PAIRINGS-I DON'T THINK I COULD BRING MYSELF TO WRITE OR EVEN THINK ABOUT WRITING WINCEST, I LOVE THE BOYS TOO MUCH!) JUST KEEP READING; YOU'LL CATCH ON. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT IDEA; IM NOT FORCING YOU TO READ.
A/N: HEY ALL! HERES THE NEXT CHAPPIE, REVIEW PLEASE! CHEERS!
SUMMARY: SAM HAS A VISION THAT LEADS THE BROTHERS TO AN OLD HAUNTED ORPHANAGE IN MINNESOTA-RATED M, JUST TO BE SAFE.
SUPERNATURAL-THE FACES OF INNOCENCECHAPTER TEN: Toast
"Hey Kait, you wanna drive?" he asked.
An evil grin spread across her face, and for a spit second, Dean was regretting the question.
She caught the keys one handed and slid into the drivers seat.
"Samantha, you're in the back," Dean said, receiving a slap to the back of his head for the remark.
"Bitch," Dean teased.
"Jerk," Sam shot back, jumping into the car.
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and she sat there momentarily with a grin on her face, listening to the engine, before she slammed her foot onto the gas and spun the car around.
"Whoa! Kait, watch my car!" Dean yelled over the sound of Kaitlyn's squeal of excitement.
"I love this car!" The proclaimed, slipping AC/DC into the player.
"I'm on the highway to hell…the highway to hell!" She sang as she sped down the road toward the motel, all the while, Sam and Dean, were holding on for dear life.
"We're here," Kaitlyn said, pulling into the parking lot. Dean practically dove from the car, and Sam stumbled out, uneasy. They both glared at Kaitlyn.
She shrugged. "What?" Dean, grabbed her hand and pulled her from the car, then ripped the key's from the ignition.
"I am never, ever letting you drive my baby again," he said.
Kaitlyn pouted. "But Deeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn,"
"Ever,"
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They waited for the cover of darkness before they set out once more.
As Dean drove back into the cemetery, Kaitlyn gave an involuntary shiver.
Her confrontation with the apparition left a strange feeling behind, as well as Sam's little magic trick.
"You kay?" Dean asked, killing the engine.
"Hmm?"
"Kaitlyn?"
She looked over at Dean. "Yeah, what?" she asked. She hadn't heard the first time; something was distracting her.
"I asked if you were okay, you seem a little…preoccupied," Said the eldest.
Kaitlyn smiled gently. "I'm fine Dean, it's sweet of you to ask though," She replied.
Dean smiled back and opened the car door. He stepped out, but glanced back quickly.
"You coming?" he asked.
Kaitlyn opened her own door and stepped out into the chilly night air. She hugged herself tight and shivered. She then felt something heavy and warm fall over her shoulders.
It was Dean's trademark leather jacket.
"Dean, you didn't have too…" Kaitlyn started.
"Its no problem," He replied, shrugging indifferently.
Around the back of the Impala, at the trunk, Sam was already standing, leafing through all their things. In one of the duffle bags he put purified salt, lighter fluid, a few guns, a crucifix and a vial of holy water.
" You got everything under control, Francis?" Dean smirked, and then ducked to avoid Sam's hand.
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. "Brothers," she muttered before following the two into the dark.
As the brothers dug, Kaitlyn held the torch up high, for them to see. She put a hand on Sam's shoulder; he was still exhausted from that afternoon, and relieved him, offering to take the shovel. He handed it to her hesitantly, but gratefully.
"Hey, why does college boy get a break?" Dean asked.
"Because he's the one that saved my life," she replied, but then immediately regretted it, upon seeing the hurt look in Dean's eyes.
"Fuck, I'm sorry Dean, I didn't mean to…"
He looked away. "No, its fine, I know I screwed up, I know I almost let you die."
She put a hand on his cheek and moved his head so his eyes met hers. A tear slid down his cheek and she brushed it away.
"Please don't cry, I'm sorry Dean, it kinda slipped out," Kaitlyn said softly.
Dean closed his eyes and more tears leaked out. Kaitlyn stood on her tiptoes and gently brushed her lips against his. Immediately, the kiss intensified and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Oh god, the things I have to put up with," he muttered, then cleared his throat.
Kaitlyn made a hand gesture that told him to shut up, and he turned away.
Dean pulled away. "I know you're sorry. I am too, I should have done more,"
She looked upon him with sad eyes. "No, you did enough baby, I shouldn't have said what I said. I love you,"
He looked up, shock written all over his face. Kaitlyn blushed and turned away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" she trailed off.
"Yes you did," Dean said softly and then his lips met hers once again in the moonlight.
"Um, do you guys know we have a corpse to burn?" San asked casually.
The two pulled away and continued to dig until they hit the jackpot.
"This is why I get paid the big bucks," murmured Dean as he and Kaitlyn broke through the pine coffin.
Kaitlyn recoiled as the smell hit her like a semi. She took the container of purified salt that Sam was holding and emptied the salt onto the body. "Well he's fared remarkable well, considering," Sam put in.
"Yeah, but not for long, this bitch is toast," he answered, soaking what was left of Lionel with lighter fluid.
Kaitlyn snorted and Dean gave her a quick, lopsided smile. They climbed out of the grave and Dean went to strike the match, but Kait held her hand out.
"I wanna do this," She started. "This sucker almost wasted me and I wanna get him back."
Dean nodded as she struck the match and tossed it in with the body.
As the flames licked high, the three stood, content, under the light of the full moon.
Their work was done, or so they thought…
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"Something doesn't feel right," Sam muttered as they got back to the car.
"What do you mean, Haley Joel?" Dean asked.
Suddenly, Sam cried out in pain and sunk to his knees. "Oh god, its not over," he gasped as a vision hit his consciousness.
They were back in the orphanage, all three of them.
Everything seemed to be quiet…safe.
All of a sudden the three young boys appeared in front of them.
"Leave now…it's no safe…he'll kill you all…
Sam looked around. First at his brother, then Kaitlyn.
A strong wind rushed through the bottom floor, the boarded windows exploding inwards, sending shards of timber and glass flying around the room.
The glass sliced them, the wood splintered and Kaitlyn cried out.
"Kait!" Dean cried, rushing to the woman's side, with Sam not to far behind.
A particularly large piece of wood had found its mark, and was now embedded deep in Kaitlyn's abdomen.
She coughed, blood splattering down her front.
"Jesus…" Dean muttered, his hands covering her blood-soaked ones.
"She is going to die…" came a whispered voice from all around.
Dean's head jerked up, a look of unfathomable rage painted on his face.
"COME OUT HERE AND FACE IT LIKE A MAN YOU EVIL SON-OF-A-FUCKING-BITCH!!" Dean roared murderously.
"Very well…"
The man appeared before them, grinning sadistically.
"You do know you are all going to die," Lionel stated, as if he were conversing to them about the weather.
"Like hell we are!" Dean growled. The ghost just sneered, and with a flick of his hand, sent Sam careening through a nearby door, and down a flight of dilapidated steps, which led to an apparent basement.
"Sammy!" he cried, but though he wanted to move, he couldn't leave Kaitlyn's side. Some unseen force was stopping him. "You bastard! If you've killed my brother…"
"Fear not Mr. Winchester, he is not dead yet, but he soon will be when I have finished. You will watch your pretty little girlfriend die, then your brother and when I'm finished, I will kill you, nice and slow."
Beside him Kaitlyn moaned.
"D-d-dean," she gasped, as tremulous sobs wracked her body. He stroked her forehead gently before looking back up with a deadly glare.
"But we burnt your bones! We watched you fry!" Dean exclaimed.
The man grinned again, baring disgusting yellow teeth.
"Ha! Did you check Dean, because I don't think you did,"
Dean frowned, but it all became clear as Lionel held his hand up.
Four digits. Not five.
"Lost it in an accident," he chuckled. "I think you better give your girl a little kissy for the road, she seems to be…dying,"
Dean looked down once more. The light in her once vivacious eyes was dimming, her breath, slowing.
"Kait, please don't leave me," Dean whispered, tears of sorrow sliding silently down his face.
"I-I-I'm so-orry D-dean. I-I love y-you," She whispered, her breath catching in her throat.
"Nononononono," Dean murmured frantically, putting more pressure on the wound.
Kaitlyn cried out in pain, which elicited a contented sigh from the psychopathic ghost that was watching intently.
"G-g-goodbye…" her eyes fluttered and slowly slid shut. As her last breath escaped, her head lolled.
"Kait…god no…" Dean sobbed, kissing her goodbye, her silken lips still warm. For all intents and purposes, it was wrong, but he no longer cared. He loved her and he was saying his final goodbyes.
Lionel breezed over and grasped Dean by the collar.
"Time to watch your baby brother die," he snarled lifting him. "But fear not, you'll be joining your girl and your brother before the night is through…"
"AHHHHHHH!" Sam screamed, before falling the rest of the way to the ground.
"Sam! Sammy!" Dean cried, falling to his side. "Sam, what did you see?"
"I-I oh god Dean, it's not over. Now he's pissed," The youngest gasped.
"What, how? We burnt the bones!" Dean exclaimed.
"Finger. He lost a finger in an accident. We need to find it and burn it before he kills us!"
"Whoa, what exactly did you see?" asked the oldest, not noticing Kaitlyn, who was swaying on the spot, fearful and panicked.
"Kaitlyn…she's the only one I saw…die,"
Dean swallowed a lump in his throat. "What? Are you positive?" he asked shakily.
"No Dean, it was some completely random chick who happened to look exactly like her. Of course I'm sure!" he snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Kaitlyn slid to the ground and hugged her knees. She was going to die…she was going to die…
Sam looked up. "Kaitlyn? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," he said, looking over Dean's shoulder at the pale and trembling young woman.
"You okay now?" Dean asked, and waited for him to nod before crouching by Kaitlyn.
"Sweetheart? You alright?" Dean asked softly.
As if in answer, Kaitlyn gave a sigh of resignation before slipping into a dead faint…
OH MY GOD! I can't believe how long that damn chapter took me! Sorry that this is really, really late peoples but I had writers block! That and I was banned from the net due to a ridiculously high internet bill…Whoops Anyway, you know what to do! Review please so I can finish this story, and all the others that I haven't finished yet…