So since I have a horse show on Sunday, I'm going to post a couple of chapters today since I have nothing to do. ^_^ This chapter marks the beginning of the episode "99 Problems."

With her eyes wider than that of a deer's, all Kitty could do was stare at Dean in utter shock as she tried to form words. If she didn't believe that two little words could hinder someone incapable of anything, she certainly believed it now.

"Yeah, don't rush," Dean slightly laughed as he stared at Kitty, his hand still holding her's,

"Why?" Kitty whispered, the sound barely louder than that of the wind that was rushing around them. "Why marry me? I'm a mess, I have plenty of issues, and when was there a day that we didn't fight?"

"That doesn't matter," Dean replied, his hands moving to hold the sides of Kitty's face. "Not to me. We're both screwed up in the head, which is what makes us perfect for each other."

Dean paused to let the information sink into Kitty's head, and Kitty found herself staring at the heavy ring around her finger. It didn't fit and would slip easily, but in that silver ring, Kitty seemed to get her answer. "Okay," she whispered, returning her eyes' to Dean's. "Yes."

It was barely even a second after the word had left her lips when Kitty was lifted from the car and sharing a kiss with Dean, his hands exploring her back.

Soon, both of their coats hit the dusty ground and Kitty was sat down on the hood of the Chevelle, and her camisole was pulled off over her head and thrown somewhere behind Dean. Dean's hand then traced her bra's strap as his hand made its way to her back, inching toward the clasp.

"Hey!" Bobby shouted from the doorway, stopping both Dean and Kitty, who hung her head and let out a soft laugh. "Not in your life are you doing that on my property."

The following morning, Kitty was lying against Dean's chest as he slept on the couch in Bobby's den, just feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest. It was a perfect moment, except that her mind was plagued with thoughts, like that of trying to find her dad, and what would happen at the end of this. The apocalypse was going to happen, and who knew who'd still be here.

"What are you thinking about?" Dean mumbled as Kitty watched his eyes slowly became brighter as he woke up.

Pushing his hair back, Kitty asked, "What makes you think I'm thinking?"

Dean gently tapped the spot between her eyes. "You get a crinkle on your nose when you're in deep thought. So, what are you thinking about?"

Sighing, she shook her head. "Nothing," she replied with a smile. "Absolutely nothing."

"Drive faster, Dean," Sam said as Kitty pushed against his shoulder, trying to stifle the bleeding from the gash in his arm.

"I can't!" Dean replied as he cast a glance sideways. Kitty was leaning over the front seat and was holding a towel to Sam's arm. "Are you okay?"

"He'll be fine," Kitty said as she pushed a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. "Can you focus on driving, sweetie? That way we don't get are asses kicked around some more?"

It was their first job back to working together, and something had gone wrong. There were more demons than any of them had seen combined. And after being banged up, the trio made a hasty retreat to the Impala.

"Hold on," Dean said before he turned the wheel hard and taking a quick turn onto a different street, trying to put as much distance between them and the demons. But at the end of the new street was a burning blockade across the road, causing Dean to have to slam on the breaks.

"Not good," Kitty whispered as she looked out the front windshield.

Dean quickly began to turn the car, and Kitty sat down in the back seat. Maybe we will get out of town in time, Kitty began to think, but then the glass in the door next to her shattered, and arms were reaching in and grabbing whatever they could.

"Dean!" Kitty screamed as a demon grabbed her by her arm and ripped her from the car effortlessly, flinging her down to the pavement. She could see Sam getting pulled from the window as well, and to Kitty, it seemed like everything was over.

Then water began to be spread all over the place, and the demon that had pinned Kitty to the pavement started to back away from her. Rolling onto her stomach, Kitty could see a truck spraying the water, and by the way the demons were acting, she knew it was holy water.

A man picked up a megaphone and began to say a few words that she didn't recognize. It sounded nothing like Latin, but after a few words were spoken, all the demons left the bodies.

"Kitty!" Dean shouted as he ran over to her, pulling her up into a sitting position.

"I'm fine," she said as she pushed his hands off of her face, then hugged his neck.

Sam had made his way over to where Kitty was, and him and Dean helped her stand up. "You guys okay?" asked an older man as he and his group made their way over to them.

Still shocked, Dean replied, "Peachy," his voice not hiding any of the emotions he must have been feeling.

"Be careful," the man replied as he started to turn back. "It's dangerous around here."

"No fucking kidding," Kitty huffed as she rolled her shoulders, now sore from being pulled from the Impala.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait," Dean said as he took a few steps towards the man.

"No need to thank us."

"No, hold up a sec," Dean demanded as he followed the man. "Who are you?"

The man rolled his eyes and looked back at the trio. "We're the Sacrament Lutheran Militia."

Kitty almost laughed as her and Sam walked up to where Dean was standing. "I'm sorry. You're a church army?"

Sighing, the man replied, "I hate to tell you this, but those were demons, and this is the Apocalypse, so… Buckle up."

"Hate to tell you this, buddy," Kitty started as she walked toward the man. "But we already knew that."

"Excuse me?" The man asked as Dean grasped Kitty's shoulder and pulled her back to stand by him and Sam.

"Come here," Dean sighed, and he followed the way back toward the Impala, where Sam opened the truck, revealing all of the guns that were in the back.

"Looks like we're in the same line of business," Sam sighed as he looked around the small group that had formed.

"And among colleagues," Dean added. "That's a police-issued shotgun. And that truck is, uh… inspired. Where'd you guys pick up all this crap?"

"You know, you pick things up along the way," replied a smaller man, and all of them seemed to be giving Sam, Kitty, and Dean the cold-shoulder.

With a sigh, Kitty said, "Look, all we want to do is give you a hand. This place is crawling with demons like a motel has cockroaches."

"We're on the same team here," Sam added. "Just talk to us."

The group shared a glance before their lead said, "Follow us."