Hey, everybody! I'm back! I am so sorry that this chapter took me so long, but I had writer's block as well as life in general getting in the way. This chapter will relate on some angst issues Caitlyn dealt with in the past. I really hope you enjoy it. Please don't forget to read and review. Your reviews mean so much to me. I would love to hear your thoughts about my first fanfic (sisfic). Welcome to all the new readers!

I AM THRILLED SUPERNATURAL GOT A SEASON 11! This season is just getting interesting. I hope you all enjoyed Cain's return on Tuesday's episode. I was getting nervous throughout the entire episode, lol.

I would like to thank Loosing Myself in Love and LorettyLauren93 for their support and their assistance with my story.

This flashback will be from the episode All Hell Breaks Loose. Caitlyn's dream during that time will be in bold because it happens after Sam dies. It will go to normal format at the end.

I do not own Supernatural, the Winchester brothers, or Bobby Singer; that all belongs to Kripke and company. I do own Caitlyn Winchester, Christopher, and any other original characters.

Trigger warnings: mentions of attempted rape violence towards women, language, and the mention of being a victim of bullying. (If you don't want to read that part, skip down to where Caitlyn talks to the victim.)

May 2007

Caitlyn's POV

The car ride was quiet. Dean just killed yellow eyes; the same demon we have been hunting since the beginning. We saw dad's spirit one last time before he moved on. To where? Not so sure. All I know is that I am so pissed with Dean right now killing yellow eyes won't let me forgive him for what he did.

"Stop the car, Dean." I said.

"Caitlyn, we're almost at Bobby's. Can you just hold it in or..."

"STOP THE GODDAMN CAR!" I shouted as I felt my heart racing. Dean turned the car and I could hear the screeching of the tires. Man, was Dean going to chew me up for that. I got out of the car with my backpack on my shoulder, and slammed the door shut. I started walking up the road. I heard a couple of car doors open and close.

"Caitlyn, where the hell are you going?" yelled Sam.

"I'm walking back to Bobby's." I answered. "I can't stand looking at the two of you right now." I never turned to look at their faces. I heard someone running towards me. I felt someone tugging on my backpack, and I let whoever it was have it. I side kicked the person behind me and heard a thud. I turned to find Dean on the ground.

Oh, I am so going to enjoy this, I thought.

I threw my backpack on the ground, and rushed to Dean. I started kicking him in the abs. I heard him grunt, and then swung his leg around and knocked me on the ground. I deserved that, I wiped myself off and threw an right uppercut at Dean and he jerked back. As he maintained his composure, his lip was bleeding. I used another right uppercut, only this time Dean caught my arm before I could hit him. I tried to yank out of his grip, but he was way too strong.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?" he shouted.

"YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I shouted back. I felt hot tears streaming down my face. "I heard you talking to Bobby out in the salvage yard." Dean let go of my arm, as I fell to the ground.

"Caitlyn, I..."

"Just shut up, Dean." I interrupted him, "I'm not an idiot, I knew that something was wrong the moment Bobby asked you to "help him". Why would you do that? I know you wanted to save Sam, but did you have to sell your soul for it?"

"I wasn't suppose to,"

"To what, be alive after the accident? You scared me that day, Dean. Dad saved you for a reason, but not this reason. It's not that I don't want Sam to die either, but we might have found other ways." I cried out. "You never asked me for help for anything. I could have helped you, I am part of this family, too. Sam is my twin brother. I can't lose you again, Dean. I just can't" I wiped my tears as I saw Sam come up to me and wrapped his big arms around me.

How could he do that to us, I thought to myself as angry as I was. Dean died in front of us, then dad died, I watched my twin get stabbed, and now my big brother will die in one year, ONE YEAR!

NOW

Caitlyn's POV

"Caitlyn? Caitlyn!" I heard someone saying my name. Not only that, but they had the nerve to slap my leg. I turned my head, and from what I could tell, it was Sam. I just wanted to stay in bed and be under the nice, warm covers. I haven't had much sleep with all the bullshit going on in my head. "Come on, we need to go."

"Another body?" I yawned, struggling to get out of bed.

"Nope, she was found alive outside the bar she worked at. They took her to the hospital." He said as he straightened his tie. "Come on, let's go"

I let out a heavy sigh as I slowly made my way out of the bed. I noticed that Dean was no where in the room. I heard the impala's engine running, and I think that he was waiting for us.

I hurried into the bathroom, and freshened up as much as I could. I tied my hair up into the neatest ponytail, put my make-up on, and put on my white blouse with a gray jacket and matching pants. I grabbed my fake fed badge and put in my jacket pocket. We both walked out to the car, and got in.

"Record timing." said Dean, frustrated.

"Oh, stop your whining, Dean." I fussed. "it was record time this round."

"Yeah, Dean." Sam agreeing with me. "She is faster than any other girl I knew at Stanford. She's even faster than Jess was." He finished with a sad chuckle. I saw the pain in my twin's face as he brought up Jess. Till this day, he misses her. He really did love her, and when I first met her when Dean and I went to get him, I knew that she might the one for him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring grip. He turned to look, and grabbed my hand and gripped it as let out a heartbreaking sigh.

"So, any info on the vic?"

"Chantel Lebeauf, age 27, local bartender, a regular said that the boss was yelling at her over something and left the bar in tears. The person who brought her to the hospital said that she was beaten badly and there were strange marks on her back." I was so glad I didn't have anything quick for breakfast. I felt so bad for this girl. Granted, it was nothing compared to what any female hunter would go through, but no woman should ever experience anything like that.

Hospital

We walked up to the reception desk, and got the nurses' attention.

"Excuse me, miss" I started, flashing my badge. "I'm Agent Benson, and these are Agents Sloan and Walker. We heard that the young lady that was attacked a block away from the bar she worked at. We would like to ask her a few questions.

"She was brought in early this morning, screaming, the attending had to sedate her. And before you ask, she was not sexually assaulted. She looked close to it. We found bruising on the skin; due to the struggle." I sighed heavily as Sam and Dean looked at each other with concern. My brothers care a great deal about women, they just hated to see them suffer. I can tell that Dean is angry that he couldn't prevent this from happening and that an innocent girl came very close to becoming violated.

"How is she doing, now?" asked Dean.

"She's quiet. But I can assure you gentlemen, she is not up to talk to anyone." the nurse answered back.

"She might talk to me." I said, assuring them. I turned to my brothers and said, "I got this, boys. It won't be long, nurse."

I turned back to the door of Chantel's room, and I hesitated at first, but I needed to know who would do this to her. I failed Alex, and I am not going to fail this girl now. I just hope that she is up for a talk, I thought to myself, maybe if she talks to me, she might open up about what she saw.

I hesitated to open the door, but I had to know. I opened her door very quietly, and I peaked through and I saw her back turned to me. Her back was exposed with bandages, and she was laying on her side with her arms folded. I walked to the chair facing her, and I sat down quietly.

"Chantel?" the girl looked at me with sad eyes, "My name is Caitlyn. I would like to talk to you."

I saw tears well up in her eyes, "Are you hear to ask about what happened to me, too?"

"I just wanna talk for now." I said in a hush voice, "Is it true that the Bloody Mary's you make at the bar are the best?"

She nodded, "I usually make about 30 a day."

"Wow." I exclaimed, as I was impressed. "Well when you get back to work, I'm gonna stop by and you are going to make me and my partners out there one."

I saw her eyes that had that light in them grew dim, "My boss fired me that night. I should have known better than to walk down that street without paying attention."

The poor girl was so upset, and she hissed in pain as she leaned forward when she started crying. I placed a gentle hand on top of hers. She looked down, and started to cry softly.

"Would you like to tell me what happened to you last night?" I asked, softly. I wish I didn't have to ask that to her, I thought. I would love to find the bastard that did this to her, and the other girls in the area.

"I saw this dark-skinned man, and he saw me upset." She started. Good, I thought, I am getting through to her.

"You're doing fine, Chantel." I encouraged her. "Take your time, and tell me what happened next."

She nodded, and started up again. "He said his name was Victor. He saw that I looked down on my luck. I told him 'yeah'. And then he starting singing, What a Wonderful World, and...and..."

"It's okay, Chantel." I said softly.

I saw her wiped her eyes, and she said, "and then I saw his eyes turn black. I screamed and that is all I remember." She started sobbing. Black eyes, I said to myself, we've got a demon. But that song, where have I...OH COURSE!

I heard her door open, and I saw the head nurse, Sam, and Dean come in to see what happened. The nurse came running over to the bed. "You need to leave, now." She snapped at me, trying to get Chantel under control. I got up, and started walking out of the room.

"What did she say?" asked Sam

"You're not going to believe this Sammy," I said, "but we have a demon in New Orleans." I finished as I was getting my phone out of my jacket pocket. I started dialing Bobby's number.

"Bobby, hey, I think I might have got a lead. It's a demon." I stated.

"A demon?" Asked Bobby.

"He goes by the name of Victor. Can you look that up?"

"I am lookin' for a please, you idjit."

"May you please find any information about this thing?"

"It might take a while, but I'll do my best. I'll see if Rufus might know anything."

"Thank you, Bobby."

"And look at that, I didn't have you ask for a thank you."

I chuckled, and hung up my phone. My brothers were right behind me trying to keep up. "You mind tellin' us something here?" asked Sam.

"In a minute." I answered as I sped down the hallway.

"Slow down, Speedy Gonzales." shouted Dean.

I turned around in a huff, and explained, "We've got a demon." Sam and Dean's eyebrows were both raised.

"What did she say?"

"She said that his eyes turned black. And... do you remember that morning when we were at Café Du Monde, and that trumpet player was playin' and singin' What a Wonderful World?" I saw my brothers nod. "It's the same guy, he is the demon that has been attacking all those girls."

"Oh come on, kitty cat." Started Sam, "It could have been anyone. It is a classic song."

"Yeah, but..."

"Look, why don't we wait for Bobby to call back." Dean said, interfering. "Then if not, then we keep kickin' it in the ass. Are we good?"

"Yeah", I huffed, "We're good. Let's just go."

May 2007

Caitlyn's POV

I couldn't believe it; I thought, shocked, Sam's dead. My twin is actually gone.

I felt so numb and my face felt like it was going to crack because of the dry streaks of tears that ran down my face. Fresh ones were coming down now as I remembered one of the scariest childhood memories, besides a hunt. I was holding his hand as he laid lifeless on the springy bed. I wish he could hear me.

"I remember when we were young, and dad dropped us off at that piss-ant school." I started, "there was that one time when that one guy, what was name...oh yeah, Dirk the Jerk, he cut my hair during a class. I ran out of the classroom in tears, and I just wanted dad to come and pick us up at that moment. I ran into the girl's bathroom." I felt more tears forming. "I don't remember how long I was in there, but..."

"WELL THEN LET IT END!" shouted Dean from the other room. I flinched at the anger and grief mixed in with his voice. I felt my heart stopped for a second.

But I shook it off, and continued, "Anyway, I was in the bathroom stall, and I heard a senior girl ask me if I was ok, and then she mentioned that you asked her to go in there to talk to her. So..." I paused and my lips trembled at the next moment. "She found some scissors, and she trimmed my hair so it didn't look butchered. Then she walked out with me and there you were, waiting for me. You pulled me into this big hug telling me that you were sorry. Dean was there, and I remembered she was in a class with Dean." I felt my heart just breaking at that moment, "I want to apologize to you, Sam. I am so sorry I couldn't help you. I know you helped me, even though you couldn't enter the girl's bathroom, but you knew to help me. I failed you as a twin. I am so sorry." I cried out as I leaned towards him and cried on his side.

I felt a strong grip on my shoulder as it squeezed me hard. I turned to find Dean. I got up from my seat, and wrapped my arms around him, and I sobbed on his shoulder. His embrace tightened around me, and I felt bile rising up my throat. I broke away from Dean, and ran into the bathroom. I emptied out the contents into the toilet. After I was done, I lost my balance and landed on the floor, crying some more.
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I walked up to the doorway of the room where we put Sam, on a dirty mattress. And Dean...I haven't seen him like this since dad died. Only this time, he was really out of it.

"It's like I had one job..." he said to Sam, "That one job...and I screwed it up." he choked at those words. I guess Dean doesn't realize that what I am seeing is a chick-flick moment, but I knew that Sam would have liked to have heard every word that he said. My heart just ached at the pain my big brother was feeling. "I blew it. And for that I'm sorry." It broke my heart to hear Dean feel this guilt that no one could see. I saw him wipe away tears from his eyes. "I guess that's what I do. You know, I let down the people I love."

How could he let people down? I questioned myself. Dean has never let down anyone in his life.

"First, I let dad down,..." he started. How could he has let dad down?, I thought. Dean stood by dad's side after all these years when Sam left for Stanford. Does he still blame himself for dads death. He did it to save Dean, because it it's one thing I know about my dad is that he loved his kids.

"I let you down,..." Dean has always been there for me and Sam when we were little. He was a kid taking care of baby twins while dad was out on a hunt.

"And now I'm afraid I will let Caitlyn down, too." How in the hell could Dean think he could let me down. I owe the guy a lot for my upbringing, and for teaching me how to throw knives. He was there for me the night Sam left us to go to school. He watched over me while I cried myself to sleep that night.

"How can I?", he asked, "How am I suppose to live with that? What am I suppose to do?" Poor Dean, it sounded like he was going to lose it. "Sammy, God...What am I suppose to do?" His tone has changed, dramatically. I saw him stand up, and he kicked the bed "WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO?!" That was the Dean that made me want to pee in my pants. I saw him turn towards where I was and walked off like a bat out of hell.

After dad died, it was like he was another version of Dean. I quickly followed him outside and heading straight to the Impala.

"Dean," I shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Go back inside, Caitlyn." he ordered.

"Dean, talk to me, please," I begged him, "we just lost our brother."

"Don't bring Sam into this. I'm going to get him back."

Get him back, I thought. How was he going to... Oh my God! I ran up to him, and I slammed the door of the driver's side shut just as he opened it.

"What the hell?"

"Dean Winchester, what are you gonna do?"

"Nothing you need to know." Dean growled, "now move."

"Don't tell me you are going where I think you are going." I said. Dean didn't say anything.

He went for the door handle again, and I pushed his hand away. I saw Dean cock his gun and point it at my chest. He wouldn't shoot me, I thought. I am the only family he has left. He wouldn't; couldn't. But with that look in his eyes along with how swollen they were from crying, it was down right scary.

I stood my ground, "Shoot me." I said in a trembling way. "I watched you die while you were in a coma, I watched dad died and we burned his bones, and now I watched my twin brother die not too long ago. Hell, maybe I should be next since..." And then, I saw it; I saw Dean's face change, and it went from cold to soft. No was my chance; so I grabbed his arm and knocked the gun out of his hand. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and grabbed my arm with his other hand.

"You ever mention you dying again, I will break your arm." He threatened, yanking my arm. I breathing quickened as he was getting ready to break it. Then, he threw me on the ground, and I pulled my arm to me as I started sobbing at the fear of losing both of my brothers now. I heard the car door open and close. The sound of the engine revving up was not giving me enough time to get up, open the door and throw his ass out of his car. I heard the tires screeching. Come on, Caitlyn, I urged, get up. You've got to stop him. I struggled to get up with whatever strength I had left, and I was out of breath. By the time, I rose to my feet and just like that, the Impala was out of sight.

"DAMMIT DEAN!"

***Caitlyn's dream (2007)***

"SAM, LOOK OUT!" shouted Dean, as he tried to warn my twin someone was running up behind him holding a knife. Before he could turn around, that guy stabbed him in the back. My heart just stopped, but my speed excelled as the scene before me as Dean shouted, "NOOOOO!" I felt my eyes watering as I heard the agony in his scream. I felt his anger in my heart at the bastard that did that to him. I saw Sam drop to his knees in pain that I don't know if he felt at the time. Before I reached Sam, Dean ran ahead of me and slid down to catch him before he hit the ground. Bobby and I ran past them to catch up to the guy. He was so fast I had to keep up. I wanted to beat the tar out of him. I wanted to make him feel the pain that he gave to Sam. But I was out of breath, but Bobby passed me by. I collapsed on the ground and felt the dirt turn to mud with it now raining.

"SAAAAAAAAMM!" I heard Dean shout. I turned around and started running to my brothers. Please not now, I begged, please Sam. Don't.

I stopped at the sight of Dean holding Sam in his arms, crying. No, no, no, no.

I was on autopilot, and started heading towards the boys. I ripped Sam's lifeless out of Dean's arms. "Hey, wake up Sam. Come on. Dean, he's gonna be okay." I was desperate for Sam to wake up as I shook him and slightly tapped his face. "He's fine. he's gonna be fine, Dean. Call 911, please."

I felt Dean pulling me along with Sam's body to him, and I knew that he was gone. I broke down on Dean's shoulder as I held my twin brother.

"No, Sammy please. Don't go." I didn't care if some fabric from Dean's shirt got into my mouth, I couldn't help it. I watched a brother die, and I am holding him in my arms.

***end dream***

"Don't go, Sammy." I cried. I felt someone shaking me. "Go away."

"Kitty cat, wake up." Said a voice. It was so soft I could barely hear it. "Caitlyn, come on wake up!"

I was starting to hear the worried tone in the voice now. My eyes started to flutter open, and I saw a tall figure with long brown hair towering over me. As my vision started clearing up, I saw big puppy dog eyes looking down at me full of worry.

My heart skipped a beat as I started in shock, "Oh my God." And right in front of me; was Sam. He's alive, I thought, my brother is alive. I don't know what I would do without him. Who would have known what I was thinking? Who would have known what I felt at the time? I don't care, he is right in front of me.

"I'm glad you're okay, but what.." Started Sam, but I brought him down to me in a tight bear hug. I felt my eyes misting up. He is physically in my arms. "Ow, still...hurts."

"Oh, sorry Sammy." I apologized. "I just...I'm just so glad that you're okay." I cried, hugging him softly. I felt his arms around me as he pulled me closer. Then, I felt his anxiety turning in my stomach. If Sam is alive, I questioned, then how did...that stupid son of a bitch. Dean sold his soul! Okay, calm down, I reassured myself, nothing has been confirmed yet. I'll just wait until Dean comes back, and then I'll find out how Sam came back.

NOW

"Caitlyn!" shouted someone. I looked up to see Sam pointing down at my phone. I didn't even hear it vibrate. I picked up my phone and caller I.D. said UNKNOWN. I went outside, and answered it.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, baby!" a southern voice came into play.

"Oh, it's you." sounding disappointed that it wasn't Bobby.

"Oh, now you just hurt my feelings." said Christopher.

"Tough love, sweetie."

"I am just callin' to see how your case is going."

"Well, this victim was found alive, thank God." I replied tiredly, "but I just..." I stopped to yawn.

"I am sensing you didn't get much sleep, huh?" he laughed.

"Actually, I haven't slept since I got here." Oh great job, Caitlyn, I thought, you just gave them information about you, and you don't even know them.

"What?" he asked, "Oh, Caitlyn, that's not good."

He actually sounds concerned about this, I thought. That's actually very sweet of him.

"Oh, its just regular nightmares; no big deal." I toughened up.

"When you look in your bag, there is a bag of Rosemary. Tonight, smell it before you go to sleep, and then place it under your pillow." Then, he hung up.

This jackass put something in my bag? I asked myself. And he hung up on me.

I went back inside, and dug through my bag, and sure enough there was a teabag with Rosemary in it. I took it out of my bag, and I looked at it in disgust that this random guy just puts something in my bag.

I heard the bathroom door open, and Dean asked, "Caitlyn, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing why?"

"You're lookin' at the bag as if someone sneezed all over it."

"I'm fine, guys." They looked at me for a second, and then they went back to the case files and computer.

I am so glad that they don't know about this guy, I thought. Dean will have a field day. And I hate to admit it, but this Christopher is getting very interesting by the second. But I doubt it will work.

A/N:

So what do you think so far? Read and review, please. Or if you want to PM me your review, feel free to do so. :)

I thought since the guys like using famous musicians as their agent names, Caitlyn used names of detectives or enforcement names from TV shows (Benson from Law and Order: SVU; Sloan from Diagnosis Murder; and Walker from Walker, Texas Ranger).

So, Christopher is going to have a big part in all this. Let me know of your opinions.

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