Season 4 Episode 14 "Sex and Violence".

One day later.

Bedford, Iowa.

Dean and Sam were walking in the hospital hallway ready to meet Kate, after they had talked with Dr Cara Roberts. They were both wearing their federal suits that Kate had said fitted them so well. They had suggested for her to pretend to be a federal agent along with them, but she had refused. Not a day ago, she was pretending to be a French teacher, and she had found it awfully hard to say lies that made her sound legit. Besides, she was quite sure that it was easier to pretend to be a teacher than to be a federal agent. Although she had already watched a few television shows about cops and undercover missions, she knew she could make a slip that will be a simple giveaway that she wasn't a real agent. The boys hadn't insisted, and had offered to drop her off at Bobby's while one of them stayed here to advance on this case where men killed their wives, but she had refused. She wanted to help with the researches, and even if she hadn't told them, she wanted to spend a little bit more time with them.

All those days talking on the phone with Sam Winchester had made her realize that she really liked the young man. He was funny, easy to talk to and very friendly. Sure, she hadn't spent as much time talking with Dean as she had talking with Sam, nevertheless her time with Dean was always very sincere and deep. And after spending the night getting to know the man behind the hunter a bit more in Fairfax Indiana, Kate had seen that he was as easy to hang on with as his brother. She liked and trusted those two young men a lot. After all, she had been in this universe for about two months, and the only persons she truly knew were the Winchester brothers, Bobby, Pamela, Rufus and Matthew.

"Come on!" Kate said as she slapped the vending machine, forcefully.

"Miss, could you please stop hitting that machine?" A nurse said as she walked by her. Kate, in her simple dark pair of jeans, converse shoes and white long-sleeved tee-shirt, turned her head to look at the nurse.

"My orange juice is stuck in there," She replied as she pointed at the machine when an old man walked to talk with the nurse. Kate sighed as she turned her attention back at the vending machine. She let out a long sigh, blowing the strand of hair on her face away before it came back right on her face. She put the strands that wouldn't stay in her ponytail behind her ears, and decided to shake the vending machine more when the nurse walked away with the man.

"One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day," Kate heard Dean's voice say, but it didn't really pull her attention away from the vending machine as she gripped her arms around the machine and held her body against it while trying to move it enough to make the orange juice can drop.

"Live nude girls?" She heard Sam's voice when suddenly there was no more talking. She felt watched, so she slowly turned her to the left to see Sam and Dean stopped in track as they looked at her gripping the vending machine.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked her.

"I wanted some orange juice, but it got stuck," she replied as Sam walked to her. She pulled her arms away and stepped back as he gave one hit on the top of the vending machine. The orange juice can dropped in the machine and Kate's face lighted up like a Christmas tree. He bent down and got it out before turning around and handing it to her. "Sam Winchester, you're my hero." He sniggered before the three of them walked out of the hospital.

"So yeah, as I was saying it's a club called 'The Honey Wagon'," Dean said looking up at his brother while the brunette was walking between them.

"These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?" Sam asked as Kate opened her can and motioned it to Sam, as to ask him if he wanted some, but the young man just shook his head with a little smile. Kate shrugged as she took a long sip.

"Yes and no," Dean replied as he put his left hand in his pocket and held up the pointer finger of his right hand. "This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick."

"So, what? These girls all connected somehow?" Sam asked as Kate listened to them carefully.

"Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted," Dean explained and Kate scoffed.

"Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives," she said and Dean glanced at her nodding his head.

"There's that."

"You know guys, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell," Sam told them.

"Sure seems that way," Dean agreed.

"Which caused them to become totally psychotic," Kate said shaking her head. "Usually on tv, magic spells aren't this messed up."

"Well, yeah, again welcome to our world," Dean told her as they approached the beautiful Impala, pulling the keys out of his pocket. Sam and Kate couldn't help notice the rather enthusiastic tone in Dean's voice.

"You seem pretty cheery," Sam told him as he stood next to Kate, ready to get in the car.

"Strippers, Sammy. Strippers. We're on an actual case involving strippers. Finally!" Dean exclaimed with a smile before getting in his car. Sam looked down at Kate who shook her head, laughing lightly.


After Dean finished talking with the manager of the club, he walked towards Sam who was waiting for him a few feet away. The green-eyed big brother couldn't help but glance at the dancers up on stage, he did a double-take when one of them took off her bra.

"Any luck?" Sam asked him as Dean reached him.

"No. You?" Dean told him as they leaned on a high table.

"A little. I just talked to Kate, we officially have a theory. Well, Bobby kinda helped her through the phone too."

"Alright, so what's that theory?" Dean asked.

"Siren."

"Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy?" Dean said looking at his brother who gave him a surprised look. "Hey, I read!"

"Yeah, actually. But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song," Sam explained.

"Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle'? No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie'!"

"Kate said their song is more of a metaphor, like...like their call, their allure, you know?" Sam told Dean who was staring at the strippers.

"So they shake their thing and the guys zombie out," Dean said as he glanced at his brother.

"Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase them, completely ignoring the rocky shores...and dash themselves to pieces."

"Sounds like Adam and his buddies," Dean said as his eyes followed a waitress wearing very little clothing as she passed him by.

"Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?"

"So whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?" Dean asked as he turned his full attention to his brother.

"Yeah. According to Kate, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion," Sam explained to him.

"So it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?" Dean asked realizing that the murders must have been done by the one same creature.

"Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary," Sam replied nodding his head.

"Did Kate find out how we kill them?" Dean asked.

"Well, no. She said Bobby's working on it 'cause she doesn't have enough things to dig in. But even if we figure that out..." Sam said.

"How the hell are we gonna find it? It could be anybody," Dean finished as another waitress passed them by. Dean's head snapped at Sam with an expression that made Sam frown confusedly.

"What?"

"I think I've got a good idea," Dean told him with a smirk.


"No! No, no and no," Kate exclaimed as she stood up from one of the two beds she was sitting on, doing research.

"Oh come on, Kaitlin," Dean said sighing as he was standing in the middle of the room, still wearing his federal suit as Sam had gone to the bathroom to take his off.

"I said no, Dean," she told him shaking her head. "There's absolutely no way I'm gonna play a stripper!"

"A waitress, not a stripper!" He told her as she took Sam's laptop and brought it to the table near the window, where laid a few books she had went through earlier while they were out.

"In this kind of club, waitresses are as naked as the strippers on stage!" She shot back.

"No, that's not really true," he said shaking his head as she turned around and stared at him. "You'll be able to decide what to wear," she crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at him with rose eyebrows, knowing far well that he was lying to her.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really," he replied. "Besides, without you we won't be able to find that siren before she does any other damage."

"That's not true," Sam said as he walked out of the bathroom, his federal suit in his arm as he was now wearing a pair of simple black jogging pants and a white t-shirt. "We can find the siren by just sitting there and observe everyone."

"But it will be easier to have someone undercover in the club," Dean told Sam who hung his suit shrugging. Dean sighed as he turned to Kate who was staring at him. "Look, if you go there undercover, you'll be able to know which woman is the siren. And you'll just have to call us and we'll be there in the blink of an eye to gank that bitch."

"Bobby said not to put me in any dangerous situations," she said and Sam snickered as he walked to his bed.

"Now, you're using that as an excuse? I thought you wanted us to ignore this particular order of Bobby?" The younger Winchester told her.

"That was because you didn't want me to do anything back in Fairfax," she replied as she looked at him above Dean's shoulder.

"And now, we want you to do something," Dean said making her look up at him. "Something that might save a lot of people," he added trying to convince her.


That night, Kate had been the first one to fall asleep, exhausted by the huge amount of research she had done. Dean had ordered two pizzas for dinner which made her very happy, even though she believed he did this to make her accept to go undercover in the strip-club. While having dinner, their conversation had mainly turned around the case until Sam had asked her if she was getting any closer in her research to get back home. She had shrugged, telling them that for now Bobby and she were stuck at the same square. The problem of finding the right time and the right universe to go to, was very hard to solve. She had told them that before joining them on the case in their high school, Bobby had given her a magical bracelet. It was a simple leather bracelet in which a little precious rock was inlayed. The rock was the magic part of that bracelet, and it was a protection against demons possession, but it also had the power to form some kind of filter perception all over her soul, making it less appealing to all the creatures who could see her soul easily. Kate had said that Bobby had told her this idea was Sam's, which surprised Dean who hadn't heard about it at all. Sam had shrugged it off, saying he had thought about it after what happened with Anna. Kate had asked them if it was true that they had protection tattoos, to which Sam nodded pointing at his tee-shirt covered strong torso. Talking about protection tattoos somehow had made them find out that she had a tattoo, but she had refused to tell them where it was or what it looked like. Of course, Dean had spent at least half an hour trying to figure it out but she kept saying she wouldn't say a word, until they decided to call it a night.

It was three in the morning when the brunette woke up. Groans and moans getting louder and louder had woken her up suddenly. Laid on the couch, she opened her eyes, rubbed them and looked over at the two beds. Sam was snoring in his sleep while Dean was groaning. She could only see the frame of the boys in the darkness of the room. She sat up when a louder groan came out of Dean's lips. The hunter was moving in his bed, and his groans were turning more into some pleads. She understood that he was certainly having a nightmare about Hell. She stood up, pulled up the shorts that belonged to him, and pulled down her large grey t-shirt that was on her black tank top as she walked towards his bed.

"Dean," she whispered trying to wake him up without scaring him. He kept on groaning and as she got closer to his face, she could see he was sweating and his face was cringed up with a frown. He looked so terrified and in pain. She whispered his name again and then brought her hand down on his shoulder. All of sudden, his eyes opened as one of his hands grabbed her hand strongly. "Dean, it's me!" He looked at her, his eyes wide with fear as he tried to reconnect the dots to understand he was just having a nightmare.

"Kaitlin," he said out of breath, his hand still gripping hers forcefully but she didn't say anything about it as she was more focused on the expression all over his face.

"Yeah, it's me," she whispered softly as she leaned down "It's okay Dean. It's over." She told him and he nodded as he looked into her soft chocolate eyes. He realized he was gripping her hand so he let go.

"Sorry," he told her "I didn't want to wake you up." He avoided her gaze now as she rubbed her hand with her other.

"It's okay, I wasn't even asleep," she lied giving him a soft smile that he saw in the dark before she switched the little bedside lamp on.

"You're a bad liar," he told her as he looked up at her brown wild hair. Strands here and there, curls swirling and getting tangled together. A real wild mess, but somehow he found it cute.

"You're okay?" She asked him ignoring his comment.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he replied as he dropped his gaze to the bed he was sitting up on now.

"You're a bad liar," she mimicked him and he looked up at her. He didn't say anything as he glanced to his snoring brother at his right. He huffed before he returned his attention to Kate who had sat down next to him as she brought the hem of her tee-shirt up "Hum why are you stripping?" She didn't reply as she took her tee-shirt in her hand and gently pulled it towards his face.

Dean didn't move as he stared at her chest. She was wearing a simple tank top now and it wasn't see through but he could still tell that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Of course, he had already noticed that she had a nice body. She wasn't too thin and she wasn't too fat. She had the right curves at the right places. However, he knew he couldn't afford himself to think this way about her or to even fantasize about her. Bigger matters were in hands and no matter how good she looked and how good she was to the people he cared about, he couldn't afford himself of letting his defences down. Anyway, he didn't even deserved it.

When he felt her shirt being pressed up on his forehead gently, he realized she was wiping the sweat away from his face. He was frozen at this. His eyes were now glued to her face as she wiped the sweat on his cheeks. She was avoiding his gaze as she quietly kept on taking care of him. He couldn't help but have so much questions rushing in his head, that he wasn't able to even try answer one himself. No women had ever done this to him. Truth be told, no women had ever done half the things she had done to him. It was bizarre, and he had no idea of how to react.

"Do you want me to bring you some water?" She asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts as she finished wiping the sweat away. Her hand was still holding her tee-shirt near his face, though. It was actually right in the crook where his neck and right shoulder met and he could smell her natural scent. He had never noticed but she smelled a mix of vanilla and something else he couldn't point a finger at.

"Why are you whispering?" He asked her.

"Aside from the fact that Sam's asleep?"

"Sam's a heavy sleeper," he told her and she glanced at Sam before looking at Dean and shrugging.

"Out of habit then, maybe?" She kept whispering while Dean kept talking lowly but not enough to call it a whisper.

"No," he sighed.

"No? Not out of habit?" She asked as she frowned her eyebrows.

"No, I don't want you to bring me water," he told her and she nodded as she put her hands back down to her lap and rubbed her hand. He looked down at her hands and then he closed his eyes as he swallowed. Seeing that he had hurt her again, reminded him of his nightmare. It reminded him of Hell.

"Dean-"

"I'm fine, I just-I just need something stronger than water," he cut her off as he grabbed the bottle of whisky that was right on the floor next to his bed. She looked at him as he opened it and she quickly put her hand on it, stopping him. "Kate-"

"No, Dean. You can't always do that," she interrupted him in a whisper that held some sort of mothering tone. "You're choosing the facility and you think you' helping yourself, but you're just screwing yourself up more."

"We've already talked about it," he told her as he pulled the bottle to his mouth.

"I don't care. I'm not letting you get yourself drunk to deal with a nightmare." He looked at her, holding the bottle in one of his hands.

"So you have a better way to make me deal with this memory of Hell?" He asked her sarcastically after clenching his jaw. She opened her mouth to say something but he stopped her "Everything except talking about it." She closed her mouth and he made a little scoffing sound as he stood up shaking his head and walked to the bathroom.

She stared at the bathroom's door, still sitting down on his bed and waited. While she had been having no memory of her dreams for more than a month now, Dean kept on remembering his nightmares and his memories all the time. She wished she could make him forget it all. When the bathroom door opened, Dean sighed as he saw she hadn't left his bed.

"Look, Kaitlin, you don't have to do anything. You can just go back to sleep, I promise I won't get myself drunk and I won't scream in my sleep," he told her in a whisper as she looked up at him, stood up and grabbed his hand before leading him back to the bathroom. "Woah, what are you doing?" He asked her as she switched on the light and shut the door behind her. She stayed in front of the door as she looked up at him. He was watching her, puzzled as to what she was doing.

"You didn't scream," she said in a little voice. "That's the worst I think." He frowned as she spoke her words quietly. "You were moving around in your bed and you were moaning... pleading. And you looked so... Terrified and hurting… I thought it was a simple nightmare, but there isn't simple nightmare anymore is there? It's all things that really happened in Hell, right?"

"Yeah."

"It's taken me some time to understand but, I get it clearly now… I get why you are so convinced that no one can help you. It's simply because no one can help you," she said as she looked down at her hands. A silence fell between them as he stared at her. Her face that looked so delicate as opposed to her wild hair, was holding a whole deep sincerity that he had heard in her voice. And once again, he realized how peace-bringer she was, even after what she had just told him; especially after what she had just told him. For once, someone understood that no matter what they did, they couldn't help him. When you can, you have people that wanna help. You're not alone… All I'm trying to do, is make you understandthat you're not alone… You can let it go…

He made the little step between the porcelain bathtub and himself, and sat down on the edge of it.

"It's not just when I'm sleeping. Sometimes, I've got visions when I'm awake doing the simplest things as brushing my teeth or even drive down the road. It's always there in the back of my head... It never goes away... Hell never goes away. I-I don't regret saving my little brother, I will never regret saving him. But... But the price... The price was too hard, too painful... It broke something in me... I can feel it, this broken thing in me... But, sometimes I can't even feel it. Sometimes, I can't feel anything anymore. And that's when memories come back flooding," he said his voice low and filled with pain, as he brought his hand up and tapped on his temples "In there. It's always in there and if it weren't for Sammy, I would have gone crazy..." Kate was now staring at him with tears formed in her eyes and he was a bit embarrassed to see her tearing up. "But you know, it's okay it's-" He started to say trying to regain his hard mask and make it all seem like if it was nothing, but Kate didn't let him the chance to finish as she walked quickly to him and wrapped her arms around him suddenly.

She hugged him tightly as she was standing between his legs while he was still sitting on the edge of the tub. He felt a bit embarrassed. They had only hugged twice ever since he met her. The first time was when she helped him to sleep, and the second time was, well, when he helped her to sleep. Now, they were in the bathroom, not in bed ready to fall asleep. It felt strange, but it wasn't uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, it felt good. It felt comforting and reassuring. Like always. He managed to bring his arms up and to wrap them around her waist. He put his head down on her shoulder, his face getting caressed by her soft wild hair while he closed his eyes.

"It's not okay now but it's gonna be okay," she whispered to him "It's gonna be okay, Dean. I promise before I make it back to my universe, everything will be fixed." His eyes opened as he remembered she was only with him right now, because they had found a case while driving back to Bobby's, and she had wanted to stay for this one. After this hunt, she was going to go back to Bobby's and soon enough she would find a way back to her universe.

For the first time ever since she crashed into their world, he realized he didn't want her to go back to her universe. He didn't want her to go away. He tightened his grip around her at the thought.


The next day, the murder of an old woman was on the newspapers so Sam decided to put on his federal suit and go check out if it was the siren again while Kate and Dean stayed in the motel room, doing some research. None of them mentioned their conversation or hug in the bathroom the night before. Kate was used for Dean to pretend nothing happened so she just went along and pretended nothing happened neither. They were around the table, silently reading through the pages of a few books Dean had taken in the library in the morning on his way to bring breakfast. They had been trying to find a way to kill the siren for hours now. Dean was exhausted and often made it clear by throwing his head back, groaning or resting his head on his arm on the table. On the other hand, Kate seemed much less tired as she kept on taking notes of what she was reading. Dean had noticed she was writing everything down in a leather journal that looked a bit like his father's journal. He had wanted to question her about it, but then he had come to the conclusion that Bobby had certainly given her this journal so she could take notes for him. Besides, they already knew that she was the kind of person who was good at research, but also wasn't bothered by it the slightest.

Suddenly, Kate's phone rang which made Dean look up at her. She glanced at him before she stood up and walked towards the little couch she had slept in last night, and took her phone.

"Hey!" She answered with a smile after she saw the screen. Dean frowned as he stared at her. He couldn't hear whoever was talking on the other end of the phone but he watched carefully her body language. "Yeah, I'm good. You?... Oh great… Well, I'm in Iowa for now… Yeah, did Bobby tell you?..." She gave a really girly giggle which surprised Dean. He had already heard her giggle a few times, but never like that. And, she was kind of prancing around which made him even more perplexed and curious.

"Who's that?" Dean asked her and she looked at him as the person on the other end kept talking. He knew it wasn't Bobby and it couldn't be Sam since he had forgotten his cell phone here. Kate shook her head as she waved at him, and spun around to keep on talking.

"Oh well, yeah, I kinda thought if I stayed longer here, I won't have to do all those activities with you," she replied in a low voice before letting out a light laugh. Dean rolled his eyes as she walked to the bathroom and closed the door, obviously wanting to have some privacy as she talked to that stranger. Dean fixed at the bathroom's door as if trying to see through it. It irritated him a bit not to know who she was talking to. Who the hell did she know aside from him, his brother, Pamela and Bobby? Maybe it was Rufus. She had told him that she had met him and had spent some time with him too, but she couldn't be talking to him like that, on the phone. Sighing he tried putting his attention back to the books laying in front of him, when his eyes fell on his little brother's cell phone.

He stared at it, debating with himself whether he should go through it or not. The thing is that he had big suspicion that Sam was still seeing Ruby on his back, and he couldn't bear that. He needed to make sure that his suspicions weren't true, and that he was just imagining it all. He glanced at the motel room's door and then at the bathroom's door before reaching for the phone. Without hesitation, he scrolled through the calls his brother exchanged and was a bit surprised to find Kate's names there more than once. He found another number that wasn't saved but didn't pay it any attention, as he scrolled to older calls made. In between, his own name and Bobby's, the unsaved number appeared quite a few times but it was nothing compared to the amount of times Kate's name appeared. They had been calling each other every single day for at least half a month. Maybe more, but Sam's phone didn't show even older calls. Sam had never told him anything, and neither had Kate. He glanced at the bathroom's door, wondering what the relationship between the two exactly was.

However, when he had caught Sam talking on the phone that other morning before they made their way to this town, Kate was showering, so there was no way he was talking to her. Besides, why would she have two numbers? She wasn't a hunter with multiple phone numbers. Dean scrolled back up to the unknown number and dialled it. After two rings, he heard the voice he was praying hard not to hear answer.

"Hey, Sam...Sam?... You there...?" Ruby's voice said.

Dean didn't say a word before he hung up and clenched his jaw. He put the phone down and brought his fist up, against his lips. What was he going to do? So his brother was still seeing Ruby on his back. Was he back to drinking her blood and screwing with her too? He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. It felt like a hard punch right into his guts as he realized what his brother was certainly keep doing with that demon. Upset was a too weak word to describe how he was feeling right now.

All of sudden, the frontdoor opened making him look up to see his brother walking in.

"Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic," Sam said as he looked around the room. "Where's Kate?"

"Bathroom, talking to some secret friend on the phone," Dean told him as he stared intensively at his brother who just frowned his eyebrows as he glanced at the bathroom's door. He decided to push aside the Ruby thing for later. "Anyways, so you got to see him?"

"Yep," Sam replied as he made a few steps to the middle of the room. "He brought home a stripper named Belle. A couple of hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA."

"Wait, he killed his mom?" Dean asked confused.

"The woman he was the closest too," Sam replied shrugging right when Kate walked out of the bathroom.

"Wait, I'm putting you on speaker," she said as she nodded at Sam with a smile before sitting down on one of the bed and holding her phone up. "Sam just came back."

"Alright," Bobby's voice echoed from Kate's phone.

"Hey Bobby," Sam said sitting down on the bed next to Kate, as Dean stood up to pour himself a mug of coffee.

"Hey Sam. You found her yet?"

"Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?" He asked.

"Well, that's what I was saying to Kate," Bobby replied. "There's some lore from a dusty Greek poem. Shockingly, it's a little vague." Dean stood in front of Kate who was still holding her phone up, as she crossed her legs and glanced up at him. "It says you need 'a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a soldier-"

"Of a sailor, Bobby!" A man's voice cut him off. Kate let out a light chuckle while the boys frowned not knowing who that was belonged to. Dean sat down on his chair, facing them.

"Yeah," Bobby grumbled. "Covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song".

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked.

"You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here," Bobby replied.

"Best guess?" Sam asked.

"Well, according to Matt here, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song," Bobby replied before the other voice spoke.

"Yeah, it's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood."

"And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate," Kate said as Dean took note on his mind, of the voice and the name of the person who talked to them. "Uh, Matt, do you think, she infects the men during sex?"

"I'm not sure," Matt replied on the other end while Dean looked at Kate's face. It was hard to decipher her almost all the time, but right now it seemed to be impossible. Dean didn't know why he wanted her to show some well emphasized expression on her face when that Matt replied to her, all he knew was that it bugged at him to not know who that guy was and what was his link to Kate.

"But, there's high chances it's the case," Bobby added.

"Supernatural STD," Dean said after a short silence. Kate snickered a laugh as she glanced at him.

"Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine..." Bobby explained.

"It kills her," Sam said nodding his head as held his hands clasped together while staring at the floor.

"Like a snake getting iced by its own venom," Bobby replied.

"So we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?" Dean asked.

"Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need," Bobby gave as an answer and Kate threw her head back.

"Then, how?" She groaned.

"I think I might have an idea," Sam said thoughtfully. She turned her head to him, wondering what that was.

"Be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya," Bobby warned them. "And, Katie, you listen to those boys. Whatever they tell you to do or not to do, you listen to them, okay?" She glanced at Dean to see him smirking at her.

"Yeah," she let out in the least excited voice, knowing far well what Dean was going to tell her to do.


"Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?" A man wearing a grey suit interrupted the brothers who were talking with the brown-haired doctor, trying to get her to give them some blood samples.

"Yeah?" She asked turning to look at him while Dean sighed and got out his FBI badge.

"Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy," he told him as Sam showed his badge as well.

"Yeah, so am I, pal," the man replied as he pulled out his own FBI badge. Dean and Sam gulped as they looked at the man. They hadn't planned on bumping into an actual FBI agent.

"Doc, can you give us a sec, please?" Sam asked the woman who nodded as she backed away. "Thanks."

"What's your name?" Dean asked the man when they were only the three of them.

"Nick Munroe. What's yours?"

"I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, this is my partner Dean Murdoch. What office are you from?" Sam asked him hoping he could convince this real agent that he and his brother were real agents as well, and the case was in good hands already.

"Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders," Agent Munroe replied. "You?"

"D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us," Dean told him.

"Oh, which AD?" Nick asked as he looked at them a bit surprised.

"Mike Kaiser," the brothers replied in sync.

"What are your badge numbers?"

"You're kidding, right?" Dean asked.

"I'm just following protocol," he told him shrugging.

"Look man, whatever. Just call our AD, he'll sort things out," Sam replied as he handed him a card. Nick took it and walked away as he dialed the number.

"We're screwed if Bobby doesn't get him off us," Dean whispered to Sam who nodded as they gave their back to the agent. Dean threw a glance at Agent Monroe, who walked to them, he slapped his brother's chest making him turn around along with him.

"No one's answering," Nick told them as he handed them the card and stared at them.

"What? No, that's…" Dean started not knowing what to say.

"That must be because of the offices' rearrangement!" Sam lied. "Maybe, I can get through his other assistant!" Nick frowned a bit as Sam pulled his phone out and dialled Kate's number.

"AD Anderson," Sam said as Kate answered the phone. He didn't let her the chance to speak as he kept going. "It's agent Sam Stiles, hum my partner Dean Murdoch and I just crossed path with another federal agent on the same case ma'am… There must be a mistake, right?"

"Just give it to me," Nick said reaching for the phone. Sam handed it to him, as he looked at his brother, fearing that Kate would blow it all up. "Hum hello, ma'am, agent Nick Munroe speaking. I'm calling about two of your men. Stiles and Murdoch? Uh, it seems that they've been put on my case by mistake?"

"Oh… Hum, may I know which office you're from?" The brothers heard Kate ask him almost hesitantly. Sam clenched his jaw as he stared at Nick whose gaze was glued to a wall.

"Sure. Omaha, Violent Crimes," he replied nodding his head.

"Oh well, Stiles and hum Murdoch told you what office they're from I suppose?"

"Yes. DC," he replied as Dean bit on his tongue as he threw a little panicked glance at Sam.

"Well, as far as I know, the DC authority is way bigger than the Omaha's, right? So, I don't understand why you're calling me. They should be the ones calling about you, agent Munroe," Dean's eyebrows rose as he heard Kate's voice say that with such stern professionalism.

"Yes, I suppose… But-"

"There's no but. You should know DC has jurisdiction so go do your job instead of wasting my time!"

"Of course, sorry, ma'am," Nick said before he handed the phone back at Sam who took it.

"I'm sorry guys," Agent Monroe said as Sam took a few steps away and put the phone on his ear.

"Katie?" He whispered.

"Sam? I didn't really know what to-" She started in a rather panicked voice.

"You were great," he cut her off with a smile. "See you later." He said before hanging up and walking towards Dean and Nick.

"Just don't let it happen again," Dean said to Nick as Sam approached them.

"So where are you at this?" Nick asked them.

"Where are you at this?" Dean asked him back emphasizing the question more.

"Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork."

"I already checked, dead end," Sam replied.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Sam said when Nick took a step towards them and told them in a low voice his discovery.

"But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers."

"Really?" Sam asked as Dean eyed Nick with a hard look.

"They were all banging strippers...from the same club," Nick told them as he nodded.

"You don't say!" Dean sarcastically exclaimed.

"What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?" Nick suggested as Dean sighed.

"Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves..."

"You know what," Sam interrupted Dean who looked up at him a bit confused. "That sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partner and we'll, uh...one sec," he told him as he turned his head to Dean. "Come here." They walked a bit away, just enough to be out of earshot. "Dude, you gotta stay with him."

"What?" Dean asked even more confused.

"Keep him outta the way."

"Why me?"

"Because I gotta get the blood samples," Sam gave as an excuse. Dean rolled his eyes.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Just take him to the strip club... You can keep an eye on Kate at the same time," Sam replied as Dean shook his head.

"Hu-hu," Dean said. "She'll kill me if I show up there!"

"No, she won't do anything, Dean."

"She will! The only reason she accepted it's because Bobby told her to listen to us and because I told her we won't go there as long as she's undercover there!"

"Dean, it'll be fine. If she asks you why you're there, tell her you gotta keep an eye out for the siren and distract that man."

"I don't know… I don't even wanna hang with that guy…"

"Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there," Sam said tilting his head. Dean looked up at him, and Sam knew he had convinced his brother.

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for the girls," Dean told him in a professional voice making Sam scoff.


Leaned against the counter, Kate did her best not to roll her eyes for the hundredth time in less than two hours, as she was told another lame pick-up line by a middle-aged man with a weird moustache and wearing a large leather jacket that didn't suit him at all. She wasn't a big fan of fashion and only wore clothes she was comfortable in or that she found quite cute, but for sure, this man had no sense of fashion at all. He looked like a creep in this outfit, and of course in this kind of place and with the things she was wearing, there was no way to avoid this kind of creep. Mentally, she had cursed at herself multiple times to have given in to Dean's plan for her to go undercover in this strip club as waitress. He had told her that she would be able to wear whatever she wanted, but it was a complete lie. The moment she talked to the manager, he had immediately accepted to give her a try for today, but she had to accept the rules of the house, which meant she had to play along with the clients, never reject them unless they were too touchy, and she had to wear an outrageous outfit. A black tight skirt that reached her mid-thighs, a red halter-neck sleeveless top and a pair of high heels that made her 5 inches taller and made her bare legs even sexier according to the blonde barmaid. Kate felt too exposed with all this bare skin showing and she hated that. She was relieved that she had convinced them to let her wear no makeup except from a bit of red lipstick. She didn't want to have her whole face painted the same way some other girls were in that club. As much as she hated how they had made her dress up, there was one thing she was happy with. The hair style they had done to her. Some other waitress had curled her hair perfectly and had put on some hair clippers here and there, before finishing it off with some hairspray which was supposed to keep her hair this styled.

"Here, you go, table 3," the blonde barmaid said bringing Kate's attention to her as the creep kept on checking her out while talking no sense with a slurring voice.

"You know the one about angel? You know... Did it hurt when you fell because you look like an angel, something like that?" He told her as she grabbed the tray with the few drinks.

"I know it, and it's not true. I know for a fact that angels don't dress like me. They're more into trench coats and suits," she told him as he frowned in confusion. She walked away, with a little smile on her lips as she realized he was going to take some time to apprehend what she had told him which meant that he was certainly not coming to her before a long time.

She approached the table three where a group of five men had their heads up, focused on the girl on stage. She put down the drinks, bending down as slightly as possible before she stood up and made a step to walk away. Suddenly, she received a bra on the top of her head. She clenched her jaw as, with her fingers she took off the bra and threw it with a fake smile at the man who was staring at her. She walked away sighing, when she heard someone calling her again.

"Miss! Miss," the voice said making her turn around. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped when her eyes landed on a very familiar face whose expression was as surprised as hers before it turned into a smirk as the green eyes travelled up and down her body.

"What..." Was all that got out of her lips as she made two steps towards him. Dean recomposed himself on his seat.

"My friend here Agent Monroe and I are gonna take two beers," Dean told her in a tone that was full of amusement. She turned her head to the other man in a suit and realized it was the man she had talked to on the phone. She gave him a fake smile and nodded as she walked away. She turned around and her gaze fell on Dean's face and Agent Monroe's back. She saw Dean tilting his head as he watched her legs and her bottom, so she put the tray on her bottom. His green eyes immediately went up to meet her eyes as she glared at him, still making her way to the bar.

Once she reached the bar, she gave the orders to the blonde barmaid who told her she was going to give her that in a couple of minutes before she walked to the other end of the bar. Kate sighed as she put the tray on the counter when suddenly a familiar voice spoke.

"So, you're new around here? Because-"

"Don't you even dare," Kate said spinning around to face him with her finger pointing at him. "Don't you dare finish this stupid pick-up line! I spent my whole time here listening to a hundred pick-up lines and that's… That's just enough."

"I'll shut up, then," he replied with an amused smile, as his eyes glanced at her lips.

"What are you even doing here, Dean? You said you wouldn't come while I'm doing this!"

"I know but we got this real fed who's stuck on our backs, so I had to keep him distracted while Sam gets a hold of the blood samples. Besides, that man is awesome, he's a big fan of classic rock, you'd love him," he replied as she brought her fingers to her eyelids and rubbed as she let out a long sigh. He couldn't help but eye her up and down appreciatively. "The teacher style looked great on you, but this definitely beats it." She pulled her hand away and glared at him.

"Couldn't you distract him elsewhere?"

"Nope, sorry, it's the only way to make him think I'm working with him on this case. Besides, I can keep an eye on the siren that way," he replied as the blonde barmaid put down the drinks and caught Dean's attention. Kate glanced at the federal agent to see him staring at the stage, before she turned her eyes back to Dean. He was giving a flirtatious smile to the barmaid which made Kate roll her eyes. Once the barmaid walked away, Dean turned his head back to Kate who was staring at him with an impatient look. He coughed and recomposed himself. "Anyways, it's also a way for me to keep an eye on you."

"I don't want any of your eyes on me."

"If I could, I would but you look just-"

"Shut up, Dean," she said shaking her head as he held back a laugh. She grabbed the two beers and handed them to him. He took them and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Aren't you supposed to serve us?" He asked her and she glared at him so he nodded and turned around to walk away. He stopped and spun around. "By the way, do you happen to know CPR?"

"Yeah, I do. Why?" She asked, confused.

"Because you're taking my breath away," he told her with an amused smirk.

"Go away," she told him sternly as he chuckled and walked towards his table while she shook her head.

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As Dean put down the beers and sat down in front of Nick, the fed looked at him surprised.

"What happened? She rejected you?" He told Dean with a little chuckle at the end.

"Kinda yeah," Dean replied with a fake laugh as he glanced at Kate who was chatting with the blonde barmaid.

"So, what the hell with this case, man? How does a girl talk four different johns into murder?"

"It's a crazy world," Dean told him as he brought his beer up to his lips.

"I guess," Nick mumbled as he took a sip of his beer before he brought his hand up and Dean looked at him. "Hey, can I level with you?"

"Mmm," Dean said as he looked at Kate walking to a table and gathering the empty glasses.

"I found something kinda weird," Nick told him which pulled Dean's attention back to him as it stirred up Dean's curiosity.

"Well. You have bought your weird to the right spot. Lay it on me," he said as he put down his beer and leaned towards the man.

"I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up," he replied as he handed Dean some purple petals in a plastic bag. Dean frowned as he examined it. "So I went back, uh, through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene."

"Like it was left on purpose?" Dean asked as he looked up at him and noticed Kate walking to a table on the background.

"You know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. But with this case? Tell you the truth, I got no idea what's going on," Nick said shaking his head.

"I think I might. I've seen a flower like this before," Dean said as he noticed Kate making her way back to the bar. "I'll be right back," he said as he stood up and brought the plastic bag with him as he walked towards the bar. The blonde barmaid nodded at Dean making Kate turn her head towards him while the barmaid walked to the other end of the bar.

"I swear to God, you say one pick-up line and I'll-" She started.

"I think I know who the siren is," he interrupted her.

"Oh God, it's Lexy, right?" Kate said and he frowned.

"What?"

"You think that's the red-head with the fake cop outfit right? I heard she arrived a few months before the first murder-"

"Forget this Lexy, I think the hot doc did it," he interrupted her.

"The hot doc? Doctor Roberts you mean?"

"Yeah. Agent Monroe found those on the crime scene this morning, and he said the other crime scenes had the same petals," he replied as he handed her the plastic bag.

"Cherry, the second table is waiting for their drinks!" The barmaid said making Kate look at her with a nod. She handed the plastic bag back to Dean as she grabbed her tray and put the drinks on it.

"Why you think those are linked to the doctor?" Kate asked as she looked up to see a Dean looking at her with rose eyebrows and an amused smirk on his freckled face. "What, again?"

"Nothing... Cherry," Dean replied in a low voice. Kate rolled her eyes at him before she started to walk away with her tray as she decided to ignore him completely.

"Dean?" Nick said as he walked closer to him. "I'm going to the bathroom for a minute."

"Sure, go ahead man," Dean replied as Nick walked away and Dean turned his attention back to Kate who was putting the drinks on a table while a man in a black leather jacket and a moustache kept talking to her while she didn't say a word. All of sudden, he leaned up and whispered something to her ear. Dean's eyebrows got together as he watched the man and Kate, his whole body ready to react if the man did something inappropriate. Kate took a step back, staring at the man with a smile which made Dean confused. All of sudden, Kate took the glass with whatever cocktail the man had asked and poured him on the top of his head before turning around to walk away. The man quickly stood up and grabbed Kate's left wrist which made Dean immediately walk quickly to them. However, Dean stopped when Kate's fist landed on the man's cheek violently making him fall down on the table behind him. She turned around and walked towards him as he stared at her with surprise.

"You said you figured out who the killer is, so no need for me to keep on doing this undercover thing, right?"

"Right," he only said as she nodded at him.

"I'm gonna take my stuff, get changed and we can leave this place," she told him as she circled him and walked away. He spun around and stared at her letting out a long impressed sigh, telling himself not to tell her any other pick-up line in the future.


"You're sure he won't call any other feds to check out if we're legit? I mean, meeting two feds on the same case may be okay but three, I don't think that'll pass."

"Well, what was I supposed to tell him? Telling him you were an agent undercover was the only thing that popped in my head when he left the bathroom," he told her as he was driving with Kate sitting at his side, on the seat that was usually Sam's. He glanced at her as she was now wearing a pair of black denims and a simple brown long sleeved shirt under her khaki parka. It was all very different from what she was wearing earlier, and as much as Dean had enjoyed seeing her dressed in such outrageous clothes, he liked her better this way. It was much more herself.

"Do you want me to try calling Sam again?" She asked him.

"Yeah," he nodded. She dialled the number and put the phone on speaker as they heard two rings and it was suddenly answered. "Sam! Where the hell have you been?" Kate looked at Dean as he looked even more like a worried big brother than anything else at that moment.

"With Cara," Sam's voice said.

"Oh, it's Cara now? And you're not picking up your phone?" Dean told him as Kate held the phone up silently between them.

"We were trying to find the blood samples – someone stole them."

"Yeah, I bet!" Dean scoffed as Kate sighed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Agent Monroe found flower petals at the crime scenes. Hyacinths," Kate replied.

"So?"

"Hyacinths? Mediterranean. From the island where the whole friggin' siren myth started in the first place," Dean said to Sam.

"Okay."

"Sam, Cara had hyacinth flowers!" Dean said loudly as frustration gripped him at his brother's answer and tone of it.

"Sam, he thinks Cara is the siren," Kate explained with a much softer voice than Dean's.

"You think what?"

"Well, we did a little checking up on her. She's only been in town for two months," Dean told his brother.

"Yeah. And?"

"And she has an ex-husband. A dead ex-husband, Carl Roberts. Dropped like a stone, no warning. Supposedly a heart attack."

"Well, maybe it was a heart attack."

"You're kidding me," Dean said as Kate gave a little grimace when he glanced at her.

"Look, I just don't think it's her," Sam replied.

"Sam, could you tell us what makes you so sure?" Kate asked him gently.

"I dunno guys, a hunch."

"A hunch? I'm giving you cold hard facts here and you're giving me a hunch?" Dean exclaimed before he frowned while silence filled the car for a few seconds. Kate frowned confusedly when he glanced at her.

"Did you sleep with her?" Dean asked Sam and Kate's eyebrows rose quickly.

"No," Sam replied and Kate looked down at the phone in her hand, hearing very well the lie behind his short answer.

"Holy crap. You did. Middle of Basic Instinct and you bang Sharon Stone?" Dean shot at his brother.

"It's bigger than just that," Kate said. "You could be under her spell right now, Sam."

"Katie, I'm not under her spell-" Sam started when his brother just cut him off.

"Unbelievable, man. I just don't get it," Dean let out and Kate looked up at him confused.

"What, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Nothing."

"No. Say it," Sam insisted as Kate just looked at Dean wondering what they were talking about.

No, It's just...first it's Madison, and then Ruby, and now Cara. It's like... what is with you and banging monsters?" Dean told him and Kate's eyes got round.

"You and Ruby, Sam?" She asked with shock. She heard Sam sigh heavily on the other end of the line.

"Look, guys, it's not Cara. And I'm not under any kind of spell, okay?"

"You and Ruby? But she's a demon..." Kate breathed out, still in shock of what she had just learned.

"Can we talk about this later, Katie?" Sam said before letting out a little cough. "I feel fine, guys."

"I'll bet you do," Dean replied as Kate was still trying to assimilate the fact that Sam and Ruby have banged and may still be banging. Knowing that Ruby was a demon made it all very disgusting for Kate, no matter how much Ruby had been nice to her.

"You don't trust me, Dean?" Sam said making Kate look up at Dean as she bit on her bottom lip.

"No. Because this could be the siren talking," Dean replied.

"Look, tell me where you are, I'll come meet you and we'll figure things out," Sam said, his tone a bit exasperated with his brother' suspicion.

"No."

"No?" Kate asked, puzzled as she looked at Dean wondering why he was acting this way.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked.

"I wish I weren't. I gotta handle this, Sam," he replied as he glanced at Kate. "Kate and I gotta handle this, without you." He suddenly took Kate's phone and hung up on Sam.

"What the hell, Dean?" She asked him as he tossed her phone to her.

"Just call Bobby," he told her as he looked at the road with a hard look.

"Dean-"

"Damn Kate, just do as you're told!" He shouted at her. Kate jumped a little bit in her seat, taken aback by the sudden outburst. She licked her lips and pressed them together as she looked down at her phone and dialled Bobby's number. She handed him the phone and he looked at her, noticing how she avoided his gaze completely. He took it, sighing.

After a few rings, it was Bobby's voicemail that Dean reached. He sighed before leaving him a message. "Sam's in trouble, Bobby. I think the siren's worked her mojo on him. Give me a call as soon as you get this." He hung up and turned his head to look at Kate who was staring at the outside through the window on her right. He sighed as he put her phone down on the space of the front seat between them. He took his phone out of his jacket pocket and dialled another number, his eyes glancing more than once at the brunette sitting in silence next to him.

"Hey man, what's up?" The voice of Agent Monroe pulled his attention back to his phone.

"I need your help," Dean told him.

"Uh, sure. With what?"

"Canvassing. We gotta find somebody," Dean replied as he threw a glance at Kate. "I'm gonna drop my colleague somewhere, and I'll see you later."


Kate was folding her clothes and putting them back in her duffle bag quietly. Dean had dropped her off at the motel, and had told her he would be back later, to which she hadn't replied much. He warned her not to call Sam until he came back and told her he had fixed everything up. She hadn't been very talkative as she accepted and went to the room they were sharing. She had spent half an hour writing down everything they had found out about the sirens, in her leather journal where she had written down other creature information. Everything was put in an alphabetical order and she had thought of giving it to Bobby before going back to her universe. She was thinking of writing an index of how the creature killed its victim, so Bobby would be able to find which creature it was by only knowing how the creature kills. She was sure Bobby would love her departure gift, and he deserved it after trying so hard to keep her safe and to send her back home. Suddenly, she remembered that she hadn't put down the presence of those flowers in the crime scene. She put down the tee-shirt she was folding and grabbed her journal. She turned the pages as she walked towards the table, to take the pen laying there. She arrived to the section about the sirens and started reading the last lines she had written down when she stopped as a thought crossed her mind. How did the siren convince the men to do that exactly? She decided to read everything she had written down once again and frowned. Surely, the siren had drugged them. But how? She asked herself as she bit on her bottom lip and tried to think harder.

"They had sex together so maybe it really is the supernatural STD..." She mumbled to herself. "No... Maybe they were wearing protections..." She rubbed her forehead as she started pacing back and forth in the room. "It has to be physical contact... Not necessarily sex... But definitely not simple hand touching..." She abruptly stopped in the middle of the room. "Saliva!"

She quickly walked to her cellphone and dialled Dean's phone to tell him what she had just figured out. It rang once and she frowned when she heard the ringtone echoing not far away. She turned around to find Dean and Agent Monroe walking in. She looked at Dean as she hung up. There was a weird and not reassuring at all expression all over his face. He looked almost emotionless.

"Dean?" She asked in a little voice as she glanced at the federal agent who closed the door and locked it.

"Dean, wouldn't it be better if we could wait for Sam on our own?" Agent Monroe said making Kate frown in pure confusion as Dean stared at Kate with a dark look. She looked at the federal agent, quickly understanding what was happening.

"You're the siren," she let out in a breath as he smirked and nodded his head.

"And you're gonna sleep," he told her.

"What?" She asked as Dean walked towards her, making her turn her head to him as she took a few steps back until she hit the table. "Dean, you can take control over him! Dean, listen to me-" She said when he suddenly threw a punch at her face but she quickly ducked down and moved away, avoiding his punch swiftly. She saw the butter knife on the counter of the little kitchen and grabbed it, ready to stab the siren. No matter how quick she was, she still received a hard hit on her forehead when she spun around and fell down on the floor, unconscious.

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"Zachariah! You've gotta wake up right now!" Kate shouted as she found herself in the middle of that familiar fancy room she always forgot about when she woke up.

"Kate!" His voice exclaimed making her spin around and walk towards him. "I wasn't expecting you-"

"You need to make me wake up now," she told him as she approached him. He frowned.

"Do I really need to do that?" He said thoughtfully.

"Dean is in danger!" She told him and he looked down at her.

"Is he? I'm pretty sure you're the one in danger. I mean he's just under a spell that makes him obey completely to an entity and you're unconscious," he told her in a casual tone. She frowned as she stared at him.

"What the hell? Why are you saying this?" She asked him as he walked away and sat down at a little table with two very fancy chairs.

"I think time has come, Kate," he told her as he looked up at her with a stern look.

"What do you mean?" She asked, completely confused.

"We've been talking about everything for a long time now. You know all the seals that have to be stopped from breaking. You learned where all of them are, you have to stop them from being broken," he told her as a bottle of champagne appeared along with two champagne glasses. He reached for the champagne and poured some in the two glasses. He stood up with the two glasses and made his way towards her. "Of course you must keep your cute little mouth shut about our little rendez-vous," he gave her a smirk as he handed her the champagne glass but she didn't move the slightest as she just stared at him. "What I'm saying is: congratulations, you are going to remember everything! Especially, what I showed you when you started to misbehave." Her eyes got big with terror as he took a long sip of his champagne.

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A throbbing pain appeared in Kate's head as she opened her eyes suddenly. She moaned in pain and tried to move around only to realize she couldn't. She turned her head to look at her arms and legs, and noticed that she was taped to one of the beds, with ropes tightly tied around her wrists and ankles.

"Oh sleeping beauty is up." Kate turned her head back to Nick Monroe- the siren- who had spoken. He was sitting on the couch. Her gaze moved to the man standing in the middle of the room, staring at her in silence.

"Dean," Kate said ready to try to talk Dean back to reason, but she stopped when a violent wave of pain hit her. She let out a scream, her eyes shut as forcefully as her fists. The siren frowned as he stood up.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked her as she started crying uncontrollably and arched her body on the bed. Dean's eyebrows frowned slightly as he stared at Kate in silence. "Dean, make her shut up!" He said as Dean started to walk towards Kate, raising the knife in his hand. "Don't kill her, yet," he told Dean as he untied his tie before throwing it at Dean. "I'm sure we can have some fun with her later. But just make her shut up."

Dean walked towards the crying woman, he reached his hand under her head and brought the tie around. She opened her eyes and looked at the emotionless face before looking away as she cried even harder.

Not only was she remembering every encounters she had been having with that angel in her sleep, but she was also, or rather mostly was remembering all the memories he had shown her from Dean's time in Hell. She remembered the terrible, raw and extreme pain she had felt when that angel made her go through all of this because she had shown some kind of disrespect. It was even more awfully distressing to remember it all suddenly now. The aching pain of all those memories was unbearable, and Kate felt like her whole body was slowly and vigorously burning and reliving all the tortures Zachariah had made her go through. There weren't as many as the ones Dean had to go through when in Hell, but that didn't made them any less painful.

"You know what, Dean? I've seen the way you looked at her when we were in the strip club," Agent Monroe said as Dean finished tying the tie around Kate's head. "Desire and lust were filling you completely, which made it quite hard for me to see what you would truly want. But, your love for your brother has always been stronger than your attraction for this girl. Hell, it has always been stronger than anything else!" He stopped and sighed. "This is why I think we don't really need her. Killing your brother is the priority." Kate stopped crying suddenly as she looked at Agent Monroe with wide eyes before looking up at Dean.

All of sudden, the motel's room lock was turning so Monroe motioned to Dean to hide behind the door so he could attack the intruder, which Dean obliged in two seconds. The door opened and Sam made two steps in as his eyes fell on Kate taped to the bed.

"What-" Sam started when suddenly the door was slammed shut behind him and his brother held him from behind with the knife on his throat. "Dean?! What the hell?!" Sam's gaze turned to Kate with concern as he looked at the young woman taped to the bed, tears all over her face and a little bleeding cut on her forehead. "What did you do to her?!" He shouted as he looked at Agent Monroe.

"Oh, we haven't started anything yet," he replied casually. Sam looked at him with a strong anger irritating from his whole body.

"I gotta tell ya, you're one butt ugly stripper," Sam said as he glanced at Kate before looking back at the siren. "But you'll be one dead butt ugly stripper once I'm done with you."

"You sound so sure of yourself," he told him as he walked to the middle of the room. "But you know what? I got exactly what I wanted. I got Dean."

"Dean, come on man, this isn't you," Sam said as he turned his eyes back to his brother who was holding a knife against his throat even more forcefully. Meanwhile, Kate started to try freeing her wrists from the ropes, keeping her mind focused on getting off that bed and killing Nick Monroe before he got Dean to kill Sam. "You can't do this to Kate... You can fight this. Let me go."

"Why don't you cut him? Just a little, on his neck right there," the siren said making Dean slice Sam's neck in a swift movement without any hesitation. Kate glanced at them as she kept on trying to free herself silently.

"Dean's all mine."

"You poisoned him," Sam said as fury rose more and more in him.

"No. I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. I mean it wasn't even this crazy bitch on the bed," Agent Monroe told him, his eyes staring into his. "It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me. And I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion? I mean, watching someone kill for you? It's the best feeling in the world." Kate kept on struggling as she felt the ropes getting a bit loose.

"Is that why you're slutting all over town?" Sam asked him.

"Ahh. I get bored, like we all do. And I wanna fall in love again. And again...and again," he said as Sam glanced at Kate to see her subtly trying to free herself.

"I'll tell you what. I have fought some nasty sons of bitches, but you are one needy pathetic loser," Sam told him.

"You won't feel that way in a minute," Monroe told him as he approached him, grabbed his cheeks and squirted toxin from his mouth onto Sam's lips and chin. Kate's eyes turned even wider as she realized everything was going to be even more complicated now. "So I know you two have a lot you wanna get off your chests. So why don't you discuss it? And whoever survives can not only be with me forever, but can also have their fun with me and the lovely brown-head here." He said as he turned his head to her, with a smirk before taking a few steps back and looking at the brothers. Kate turned her brown eyes towards Sam and Dean as they faced each other, obviously ready to fight.

"Well, I don't know when it happened. Maybe when I was in hell. Maybe when I was staring right at you. But the Sam I knew, he's gone," Dean told Sam in a low voice full of rage.

"That so?" Sam replied.

"And it's not the demon blood or the psychic crap. It's the little stuff. The lies. The secrets."

"Oh, yeah? What secrets?" Sam asked as Kate glanced at the siren whose face was painted with a disgusting smile of happiness and satisfaction.

"The phone calls to Ruby for one," Dean said before he turned his head to look at Kate before looking back at Dean. "Or for Kate." She frowned as she stared at him. Their calls were completely innocent and sure they hadn't told Dean about them, but Kate thought there was no need to and Sam hadn't shown any interest in telling his brother neither.

"So I need your say-so to make a phone call?" Sam told him.

"That's the point. You're hiding things from me. You and Kate are screwing behind my back or did you go back to screwing Ruby, maybe? Or is it both? Come on, what else are you hiding from me, huh?"

"None of your business," Sam replied as Kate looked at Dean, taken aback that he would think she was banging his little brother. Many reasons could explain why she wasn't and would never do that with his brother. But, right now the most important thing was to free herself before it was too late.

"See what I mean? We used to be in this together. We used to have each other's backs," Dean told him.

"Okay, fine. You know why I didn't tell you about Ruby, and how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter. I can take out demons you're too scared to go near," Sam said to Dean in a tone that was so unlike him.

"That's crap."

"You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo." Kate felt her heart beat faster as she remembered those flashbacks again. She shut her eyes and opened them when she heard a few grants along with the sound of punches being thrown.

Dean and Sam were fighting violently, punching each other with force, as Agent Monroe was sitting down on the couch, casually watching them with a smile. Kate took the opportunity that the siren was completely focused on the fight, to pull harder on the ropes. It hurt her wrists but she couldn't stop. She succeeded on getting her left wrist free.

"You're not standing in my way anymore," Sam said as the siren stood up and watched them. Kate reached for the rope around her right wrist and sat up as she tried to pull the ropes off her ankles right when Dean ran at Sam and they both crashed through the door on the hallway floor. Kate caught the siren's attention as he glared at her before quickly walking to where the brothers had landed. Kate rushed in untying her ankles as she slightly heard Monroe's voice.

"Do it, do it for me."

"Tell me again how weak I am, Sam, huh?" Dean's voice said as she finally got her right ankle free. She bounced from the bed and quickly ran to the hallway. "How I hold you back?" Dean said as Kate looked at him swinging an axe over his head.

Kate jumped on his back making him stumble, the axe falling down right next to Sam's head. The young brother, laid on his back, grabbed the axe as Dean spun on himself with Kate hanging on his back, arms and legs wrapped around him and slammed his back against a wall, as strongly as possible. Kate let out a moan of pain as it was her back that hits the wall. He did a second time trying to get her to unwrap her from his body but that only made her grip at him harder. All of sudden, Bobby appeared in the hallway with a bronze knife in his hand. He stabbed Dean's arm making him cry out, when Sam stood up with the axe in his hands. He swung it over his head, ready to hit Dean when Bobby raised his knife quickly and flung it at the siren who was running away.

Agent Monroe dropped dead as Sam and Dean blinked a few times. Sam looked at Dean and Kate hung on his back with a confused expression as he stepped back, lowering the axe in his hand before letting it drop on the floor. Kate's light brown eyes looked into Sam's hazel eyes and she sighed as she closed her eyes and rested her head down on Dean's shoulder. Dean turned his head slightly to look at the curly brown head wrapped around him like a monkey. He reached his hand up and patted her forearm gently as he let out a long sigh, and threw his head back, on her shoulder.


"It's Castiel's hand," he told her as she stared at the red mark of a hand on his arm, right next to where Bobby had stabbed him earlier. "From when he raised me from perdition," he said making her look up at him. "That's his words, not mine." She looked down at the mark and hesitantly started to clean the wound, trying her best not to touch the red mark. He noticed how careful not to touch it she was before he looked up at her face. "How's your forehead feeling?" He asked her, his gaze falling on the band-aid on her forehead as she finished cleaning and gathered the tools to make the couple of stitches he needed. She brought her attention back to his shoulder, her chocolate brown gaze never meeting his apple green gaze, but still glancing at the mark Castiel had left on the hunter.

"No headache anymore, so pretty good I guess," she replied before biting on her bottom lip and focusing on making the needle go through his skin. Back in her world, she had already learned a few important and useful things to know about injuries and how to take care of them, so it wasn't disgusting her to do that. She had even done that a few times ever since she arrived in this world. She had stitched Matt once and Rufus a couple of times. However, she felt a bit anxious to plunge a needle in his skin as she remembered that one of the tortures he had to go through- one she had to go through too somewhat- was things plunging into his skin, tearing him apart. She tried her hardest to stay calm and focused.

"What about your back?" He asked her as his eyes watched her lips with attention.

"Not bad," she replied, no more biting her lip.

"If you need a massage as an apology, I will be more than ready to give it to you," he told her making her smile a little. His lips turned into a corner smile as he turned his attention to her careful, soft and long fingers. She almost finished when Bobby's car approached them. He looked at it as Bobby and Sam walked out of Bobby's car. They had gone to burn the siren's body while Dean and Kate had driven to this place, a few miles away from the motel. Kate had insisted on making him stop the car and letting her take care of his injury and he had eventually given up.

"Done," she said as she put the things away in the little first-aid kit bag. He looked at her with a smile that soon faded when he realized she was still avoiding his gaze. He had no idea why, but he had noticed that ever since the siren made him tape her to the bed, she had been avoiding his gaze and had been talking very little with him. He wondered if it wasn't because of when he shouted at her in the car before that. No... He had noticed her suddenly scream and arch her body on the bed when she woke up after he had hit her head... He may have not been in control of his body and mind back then, but still he remembered what he did and said as much as he remembered what happened around him. There was something but he had no idea what, and it was starting to worry him.

"Good job, Katie," Bobby said as he approached them with drinks in his hands along with Sam who was already drinking a bottle before handing one to Kate. She took it, looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, which didn't get unnoticed by Dean. "Here."

"Soda?" Dean said as he looked at Bobby, taking the bottle the old man gave him.

"You boys are driving, aren't ya?" Bobby replied as he sipped his soda. Dean shook his head before opening it and taking a long sip of it.

"Thanks, Bobby. You know, if you hadn't shown up when you did..." Sam told him and Kate looked up at Bobby and Sam with a gentle smile.

"Done the same for me, more than once," Bobby replied. "But honestly, if Kate hadn't told me how her call went with that Agent Nick Monroe I wouldn't have realized he wasn't real," Kate looked at him a bit surprised and he gave her a little nod of his head as she looked down and drank a sip of her soda. A rather awkward silence fell between the four of them, and Kate couldn't help but wonder if she really should stay quiet about that Zachariah angel. She gulped as she remembered that if she did, she would be struck by another strong wave of Dean's painful Hell memories.

"You boys are gonna be Okay?" Bobby said pulling everyone's attention.

"Yeah, fine," Sam replied nodding his head.

"Yeah, good," Dean said and Bobby turned his head to Kate.

"What? You said boys, the question wasn't asked for me," she told him and he chuckled.

"I was actually gonna tell ya that it's time to go."

"You're going back with Bobby?" Sam asked as he looked at her.

"You didn't think I was gonna let her with you after what just happened," Bobby said in an almost scoff.

"Well, she kinda proved she can defend herself," Sam said as Dean looked at Kate whose gaze was still avoiding him.

"She better can, after all the training she's been doing," Bobby said making the two brothers frown.

"Training?" They asked in sync.

"Yeah," Bobby replied. "Rufus and I have put a hunter on her back to train her," he said as he noticed Dean's look. "I know it sounds like a bad idea, but she's good and she's pretty useful. Besides, it keeps her off my back 24/7!"

"Hey, I'm right here!" She protested as she looked at the old man.

"Anyways, we better go. Matt's waiting for ya," he told her and she nodded as she walked to the backseat where her duffle bag and back bag were along with her parka coat. "You know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad," Bobby told Sam and Dean as Kate walked her stuff to Bobby's car. She put them in the backseat and turned to look at the brothers.

"See you, Bobby," Sam said as Bobby nodded at them before getting in his car. Standing next to the car's door leading to the front seat next to Bobby's, Kate stared at Sam who looked at her with a smile. She looked at Dean and felt a pinch in her heart. It hurt her to see him now that she remembered everything; now that she knew exactly what he had been through. She walked towards them, her eyes meeting Sam's ones. "This is it, then?" He told her with a smile that she returned as he put down his beer on the hood of the Impala, before they went for a hug in sync. He wrapped his strong arms around her upper back as she let her arms go around his waist. Meanwhile, Dean was putting his flannel back on. When they pulled apart, she gave Sam a soft smile. She turned her head to Dean who was reaching for his jacket.

"Do I get a hug too?" Dean asked in a light mocking tone as he turned his head to look at the brunette. She gave him a little smile and Dean's face dropped when he met her eyes and saw the smile she was giving him. There was something he didn't like about her little smile and the way she was looking at him.

"Kate!" Bobby shouted from his car.

"You better go," Dean told her with a nod of the head, as he focused his green eyes on his jacket.

"Yeah... Be safe."

"We will," Sam replied.

"I mean it," she said as she looked into Sam's eyes. "Be safe." He nodded at her before she threw a glance at Dean who was looking away. She took a deep breath and walked quickly to the car.

The brothers watched the car driving away, as Sam sighed.

"Saying goodbye more properly to her wouldn't have killed you, Dean," he told his brother who grabbed his soda and drank a long sip of it.

"Speaking of goodbyes... You're gonna say goodbye to Cara?" Dean asked him, ignoring his brother's comment completely.

"Nah, not interested," Sam replied as he took another sip of his soda.

"Really? Why not?" Dean asked looking up at his brother, surprised.

"What's the point?" Sam asked shrugging.

"Well, look at you. Love them and leave them," Dean said with a little smirk.

"Dean, look, you know I didn't mean the things I said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?" Sam told his brother after a moment of silence.

"Of course, me too," Dean said as he frowned.

"And you know there's absolutely nothing between Kate and me, too, right?" Sam asked as Dean looked away.

"Yeah," Dean just said, thoughtfully before another silence fell upon them.

"So... so we're good?"

"Yeah, we're good," Dean just said as Sam nodded before walking to get in the car. Dean stayed a few seconds looking at the direction Bobby's car had left to. He couldn't get off his mind the way she had looked at him, the way she had smiled at him.

There was none of this softness he became accustomed to, none of this calm understanding he liked, none of this sincere desire to be there for him. Her eyes were full of pity and so was her smile. She had never looked at him this way. He hated when people looked at him with sympathy, with pity. He hated even more when it was her. He couldn't help but wonder why this soft peace-bringer changed the way she looked at him. A sudden thought crossed his mind, making him scared. What if she realized I'm not worth her comfort? What if she realized how much of a monster I really am?


Author's note :

Hello dear readers !

I truly hope you've enjoyed this chapter! I think it's a bit too long, but I didn't want to cut anymore scenes since I already cut so much from the actual episodes almost all the time... The thing is that I don't like writing word to word what happened on the episode. Well, anyways, I can't wait to read your thoughts about this chapter. And I was really wondering how much do you like Kate's involvment in the Supernatural world? Is it going too fast or too slow? What would you like to see?

Next chapter is going to be so eventful! I can't wait for you to read it, I'm sure you're gonna like it quite a lot and maybe love me more for something I'll do oooor completely hate me! There'll be some little feud over a brunette ( alibird1), Matt is going to make some hunter overprotective ( imou), we'll learn a bit more about Kate's past ( andy) and something very sad will happen to one of my favourite characters... Oh and our little Castiel will make an important apparition too! Yeah... It's gonna a long chapter... So, if you want to find out what's gonna happen sooner than in (maybe more than) one week, you simply gotta leave me a little review! Let's say I hit more reviews than usually and we all celebrate it with a long and eventful chapter updated quickly, good deal, huh? ;)

PS: guest, I don't know if you're the same guest who left reviews on the previous chapters but if you are, I wanna thank you very much for taking on your time to write those long reviews (just like I wanna thank those who write longer or shorter reviews of course :)!). All I wanna say is that it touched me when you said reading about a character who overcame her problems gives you courage. I'm not sure if my OC is the best example to show you that you can overcame every obstacles in life, but I want you to know that no matter how hard things can seem or can actually be, you can overcome everything! Life is hard, and it never goes easier with the years, but your way of seeing it and of appreciating it will make it all seem easier. You just keep fighting, you never give up, because at the end you'll realize it was worth it. I don't know what you've been through (and possibly still go through) but no matter what that is, I hope my little advice will help you understand that you are strong and everything will be alright.

Love for all of you from Paris,

A.