(Sam's P.O.V.)

"NO!" I heard Kaimie scream from the room as I was about to unlock the door.

I opened it to see her, with tears streaming down her face. There was a man standing infront of her, or at least I assumed because he had his hood up. I dropped the food and threw him up against the wall as Dean walked in.

"You stay away from her!" I yelled.

"Sam no." she said squeezing inbetween me and the mystery guy. Then he pulled off his hood.

"Dad." Dean and I said together barely audible.

(Kaimie's P.O.V.)

Sam finally backed off and I sat down on the bed. John kneeled infront of me ignoring his son's questions.

"Kai." he said as my tears started falling again. "Kai you have to."

"No."

"It's the only way."

"But you promised."

"I know sweetie, believe me I wouldn't ask you to do this if there was another way."

When I didn't say anything he became very angry.

"Dammit Kaimie, if you don't do this you'll die. We'll all die!" he screamed at me.

Dean pulled him back and took him outside too cool off, leaving me with Sam. How was I supposed to explain this to him? Just when everything was perfect, my dad had to come back and threaten to take it all away. Then I realized just how lost in all my selfish thoughts I was. I knew what I had to do. I was faintly aware of Sam's attempts to talk to me, but there'd be time for that later. I got up and packed my duffle then threw Sam my keys.

"Let's go." I said walking past Dean and John to my car.

"Go where?" Sam yelled after me.

"Alabama."

He wasn't happy to be kept in the dark but I guess he figured I'd fill him in on the way, which I would. John had told Dean the basics and we were ready to go within fifteen minutes. Sam pulled out onto the road, Dean and John following behind us in the Impala.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asked after a while.

"Your father found out who's been on my tail."

"Who?"

"My dad."

"But I thought he was dead."

"So did I, but apparently your father was more conerned with getting me to safety than making sure he was really dead."

"Oh, so how do we stop him?"

"Go back to the beginning."

"And that is?"

"Waverly, Alabama my hometown. My old house to be exact."

"Kaimie, I'm so sorry." he said putting an arm around my shoulder, since I was sitting in the middle.

"It's the only way. You heard your father, we'll all die if I don't do this, at least this way we have a chance."

"No matter what happens I'll always love you."

"Me too. I think they know about us."

"No, if they did they would've yelled at me. It's like an unwritten rule that hunters aren't supposed to be with the ones they protect."

"Or maybe they figure they'd drop it for now and yell at us if we live."

"Good point."

He kissed my forehead and I layed my head on his shoulder trying to prepare myself for what was to come. Hours later I started seeing some familiar scenery and a sense of dread consumed me. I told Sam to pull into the motel just out of town and we got two rooms but we all went in one of them. We went over the general battle plan, which was basically to just go in and hope for the best. It was early morning by the time we got there so we decided to get some rest and go in later.

I put on my pajamas and crawled into bed with Sam, facing him. I was thankful that we got our own room so I wouldn't be forced to listen to any of their questions. Sam would just comfort me.

"I don't mean to sound all negative but we probably won't live to see tomorrow." I said to him.

"Well if that's true I'm glad I get to spend my last day with you."

I kissed him, more urgent than I ever had and he kissed back with just as much passion and urgency. It soon became much more as our clothes once again hit the floor and Sam slid into me.

It was different than last time, it wasn't sweet and gentle. It was more rough and passionate and it brought me more pleasure than I could have ever imagined possible.

"Wow." he said after we finished, laying his head on my bare chest.

"That was amazing." I said playing with his hair.

"We should try and get some rest, we got a long night ahead of us."

"You're right."

Sleep didn't come easily to me, the thought of them dying for me, of Sam dying for me, I couldn't bear it. We were supposed to meet up at the cars at eight but as soon as I heard Sam snoring softly I slipped out from under him. I pulled on my clothes and headed into town on foot, cutting through the woods. I didn't want to take the chance of them waking up hearing my car start and it was only a couple of miles to my childhood home if I took the trail. I just prayed that, if we did live to see tomorrow, Sam could forgive me.

(A/N: This chapter's song inspired title is by Paramore!)