Bowling was fun. Her date was terribly awkward on her part and she was mostly afraid that after that, Jack wouldn't step within a ten mile radius of her. She'd won all three rounds and they left the alley with hands intertwined. Now, she was walking to her motel room, still cooling off from one of her best and most stressful afternoons ever.

The Impala was still nowhere to be seen and she couldn't help but feel a bit scared. She was starting to run out of food money and wasn't sure if Sam and Dean were going to make it out of their hunting trip alive. A sinking feeling entered her gut and she swiftly pulled out the bobby pins that Rae Ann had stuck in her hair earlier that day.

Looking around to make sure no one could see, Caterina ran to the door of Sam and Dean's room. She stuck in the bobby pin, jiggling it like she'd seen Dean do and luckily, the lock clicked open. She breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God that it opened for her. She snuck inside the deserted room and flicked on the light switch. The light bulbs flickered and she quickly shut the door behind her.

She realized that she'd never been in their room before. A wall to the far side was covered with newspaper clippings, photos, and articles. Besides that and two duffel bags lying on the beds, the room was empty. She searched through the drawers, bags, and under the beds until she found a dagger hidden under a mattress.

"Hmm." She muttered to herself, looking it over before stuffing it into a pocket of her army-style jacket. She zipped up the pocket so it wouldn't fall out and headed over to the wall of papers. Each article depicted missing people, deaths, and strange goings-ons. Examining each paper piece by piece, Caterina managed to somewhat put the puzzle together.

Apparently, there was a demon wandering the city. What else could it be? There were at least five murders and seven missing people. Several of the photographs on the wall showed a few of the same people over and over again. Undoubtedly, there was a connection, but she didn't know who the people were, if they were suspects or victims. In a small slip of paper off to the side, she noted an address. 56840 Woodsmith Road, Cold Creek, Minnesota. Pulling out her smart phone, Caterina Googled it and came up with an old lumber warehouse.

"Figures," she murmured. "Perfect demon hideout."

She stuffed the address into her pocket along with a few other papers and went to her room. In there, she dropped off her backpack, grabbed a thicker jacket, and switched her Converse for combat boots before leaving and locking the door. For the next hour, she walked along unfamiliar streets under a dimming sky to get to her destination, stopping part way to buy a burger and eat it while walking. Some pedestrians gave her worried looks, but she tried to pay no mind to them. Eventually, she got to a deserted area, a long street with empty, overgrown fields and occasional factories and warehouses. After walking along the scarily dim street for several blocks, she got to her destination.

The warehouse had a couple loading trucks parked out front, open but unattended. Two men stood by the only visible door, blocking her entrance. There was a door for trucks along the right wall, but it was chained shut. Caterina frowned and cursed at Sam and Dean. It suddenly occurred to her that she might need a plan. Planning was never her strong point and, as she reminded herself, she didn't even know what dangers were inside, so there was no point in trying.

After hiding out behind an open truck for several minutes, the men in front of the door started to walk away. Glad that they hadn't seen her and breathing a sigh of relief, Caterina stole to the door, finding out that the men had been smart enough to lock it. She growled and pulled out a lock pick, fiddling with it until the door clicked open.

At the sound, she froze, hoping no one had heard. Nothing suggested that they had, so she snuck through the doorway and gasped sharply at what lay within the warehouse. Dead bodies were scattered everywhere, probably the remains of the workers when the warehouse was still in business. What if Sam and Dean were two of them?

She surveyed the massacre around her and to her relief did not see anyone who looked remotely like Sam and Dean.

Next stop: Finding the two idiots. Caterina looked around the warehouse for any place that demons could have taken them. She notice the room with the safe door, heading towards it. Unfortunately, she still didn't know how to crack open those. Damn Sam and Dean never got around to teaching her.

She glanced around and noticed a hidden stairwell peeking out from a camouflaged door that had been painted to look like the concrete walls around it. She wouldn't have noticed it if it hadn't been left slightly ajar.

Slipping into the dark space, she cautiously descended the stairs, nearly tripping twice. As she got lower, she could hear voices echoing off the dank walls. She finally reached the bottom, ending up in a short hallway with one room at the end. The door was also left ajar, lights bouncing out of the gap and through the dirty window.

She tip-toed closer and peeked around the corner, into the room. Two demons taunted two other huddled figures in the room. The demons held baseball bats and trays of moldy food. The two huddled figures weren't so much huddled, as tied to the poles behind them and sitting on the floor. Her eyes widened when she saw that they happened to be Sam and Dean. Shocked, she ducked back out of sight, taking a breath. She had to do something. Attack the demons? No, there was no way she could fend off two grown men with demon powers all by herself. She may have gotten training, but she still didn't stand a chance. Option two: somehow manage to get Sam and Dean out of their shackles so they could do the fighting for her. Was that possible? She didn't know yet.

As she peeked at them again, she took in her surroundings, trying unsuccessfully to formulate a plausible plan. Finally, she settled for an idea she didn't know would work at all.

She stepped into the room quietly with the backs of the demons to her. They didn't know she was there, but Sam and Dean sure noticed. They acted like they didn't for her sake, making sure not to somehow alert the demons that she was there.

Caterina stepped carefully and silently. With one swift movement, she pulled out the knife in her pocket and stabbed one of the demons right through the back. He collapsed on the floor, dead. The other demon whipped around in fury. Caterina shoved her dagger back into her pocket so he wouldn't see.

"You!" The demon boomed in recognition. He advanced toward her, grinning evilly. "Boss says I can't kill you, but that doesn't mean I can't hurt you."

Caterina didn't need to fake fear. She felt it coursing through her veins, almost paralyzing. Luckily, she remembered her plan.

She fell to the floor, landing on her bottom. "Ow," she whimpered, pulling up her hand to examine. The demon followed her gaze and looked at her hand as well.

By now, she was almost right next to Dean. While she still had the demon's attention, she punched him right in the face with her free hand. She used her other one to slide the dagger to Dean, hoping the demon was too momentarily blinded to see.

He didn't. "You little brat!" The demon screeched, grabbing Caterina by the lapels. She gulped and stared him in the eye, terrified.

Meanwhile, Dean nudged the knife into his hands hastily, slicing back and forth on the rope tying his hands together with it. The moment the ropes were weak, he broke out, sliding the knife to Sam. He jumped up and grabbed the demon off of Caterina, punching him and hitting him until the demon was bloody and unconscious. He stood there, glaring at the demon for several seconds.

Sam got out of his bindings and stood up, racing to Caterina's side. "Caterina!" He exclaimed, worry knitting his brows. "You alright?"

She grimaced and viciously rubbed her jacket in a vain effort to remove the remnants of the demon's grimy touch. "I'm fine," she muttered.

"Really?" He asked, helping her up.

She glanced at him sourly, ignoring his help. "Yeah." She stood up, wincing at the pain from falling flat on her butt. She wiped her hands on her pants. "Just reminding you, I got you out."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. You nearly got yourself killed."

"Even if I did, it's not like it would have mattered in the grand scheme of things," she retorted seriously.

"You're kidding. Now let's get out of here."

"I guess," she lied. "There are demons everywhere. Luckily, I didn't see any in the warehouse. Did you see that metal door?"

"Yeah." Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced at Dean, who was still glaring at the demon. "We checked it out. That's how we got in here."

"Oh. What was in there?"

"Nothing," Dean butted in, turning to glare at Caterina. "We're leaving before we run into any more demons."

He headed out the door, making Caterina and Sam follow after him. Caterina glanced up at Sam, worried, but Sam only shrugged in response.

When they made it back to the hidden Impala, Dean silently drove out of the industrial street until they were a block away.

"What the hell, kid?!" Dean yelled out of the blue, slamming the wheel. "I thought I told you not to ever come after us!" Caterina stayed silent. "You're lucky that son of a bitch didn't kill you! What the hell were you thinking?!"

Now that she thought about it, she didn't really know what had gotten into her. "I don't know," she whispered. "But it all worked out, didn't it?"

"Yeah, come on, Dean," Sam added. "She did sort of get us out of there."

"Stay out of this, Sammy," Dean warned angrily.

Sam lifted his hands in defeat and glanced back at Caterina apologetically. She looked disappointed in herself, returning his gaze guiltily.

The next morning, Dean was in a better mood. He still wasn't his usual self, but at least he wasn't acting cold and angry.

Caterina sat cross-legged on Sam's bed as the two mn packed up their things. Sam leaned over her shoulder and glanced curiously at her phone. "Who are you texting?"

"My friends," she replied casually, not looking up.

"Jack," Sam read, amused. "Your friend is a boy?"

"Yep. Why is that so strange?"

Dean looked up. "You're talking to a boy?"

Caterina glanced at him, blinking. "Yes, is that a problem?"

"Has he flirted with you?"

Caterina was confused. "Yeah."

"Has he made a move on you?"

"Define a move."

"Has he tried to kiss you or anything?" Dean was starting to get irritated.

"Well, he hasn't tried to kiss me, but we did go bowling yesterday," Caterina replied honestly. Wrong answer.

"What?" Dean demanded taking a step closer to her. Her eyes widened. "You went on a date with him? What the hell possessed you to think that was a good idea?!"

"Not a demon. And since when is going on a date a bad idea?"

Sam stepped in between. "Dean, lighten up. It was just a date! Nothing happened."

Dean's eyes darkened. "Step aside, Sam."

"Dude. You've already yelled at her once last night," Sam tried again.

Dean ignored him. "Don't go near him ever again, you hear me? Don't even go near a boy. Don't let him touch you. Understand?"

Caterina stood her ground. "You're not the boss of me. And why does it matter, anyway? You hook up with a different girl every night!"

"But I didn't go around having sex with girls when I was your age! If you know what's good for you, stay away from all guys. Nothing ever ends well." Dean argued angrily, thinking of Lisa, Bobby's wife, his mother, and countless other women.

"Dean," Sam interjected with annoyance. "You lost your virginity at fifteen."

Dean flushed. "That's not the point. She's only fourteen!" He glared at her. "Not that it's okay next year. And look what happened to me! Stay away from this Jack guy, understand?"

Caterina shrugged, narrowing her eyes at him. She knew better than to fight fire with fire. "Sure, but it's not like I could've met him again, anyway. We're leaving now," she retorted.

Dean swung a duffel bag over his shoulder. "And we're never coming back." He turned and stalked out the door.

Once he was out of earshot, Sam said, "It's okay; Dean's always like that." He sat down on the bed next to to Caterina. Lowering his voice, he continued, "I know him better than anyone and I know that he doesn't know how to act any differently. He's built up a wall and the only way to get what you want is to keep chipping away at it. I got him to treat me like a grown man instead of a little brother, so you can show him that you're not just a little girl." He patted her shoulder and stood up, grabbing his bag. "Come on, we've got to go find that demon before he runs too far."

Caterina smiled weakly. "Did Dean really lose his virginity at fifteen?" She asked, trying to lighten the subject.

Sam chuckled in disgust. "Yup. He was only a year older than you."

"Slut," she joked. Sam laughed.