Ended up having enough time to write one chapter. Remeber, SharkWeek starts tomorrow ^_^

Kitty laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows of Sam and Dean as they walked the room. "I hate waiting," she complained as she rubbed her hands over her tired face. "What's taking Cas so long?"

"He just left," Sam pointed out as he sat down at the foot of the bed.

Flipping her hands up to her forehead like a visor, she glared down the bed at Sam and replied, "And that's a very long time ago."

"The whore can be killed with that," Castiel suddenly said as he appeared into the room and placed a stick on the table. "It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon."

"Great," Dean said as everyone moved to the table. "Let's ventilate her."

"It's not that easy," Cas replied from where he was leaning against the counter that made up the kitchen.

"It never is," Kitty sighed. "What do we have to do?"

"The whore can only be killed by a true Servant of Heaven," Castiel explained, acting as though what he just said made sense.

With narrowed and confused eyes, Dean asked, "Servant, like…"

"Not you," Cas replied. "Or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination. And Kitty has no morals."

With that, Kitty looked up with a frown. "I have morals!" she countered. "Just… None that are acceptable by church-goers."

"Alright then," Dean sighed as he stood up and pinched his nose. "If none of us can kill this bitch, then what?"

"The pastor, I guess," Sam replied as he leaned forward in his seat. "That has to be the only way."

"I can see that conversation already," Kitty laughed in disbelief. "'Excuse me, sir. But do you want to kill the thing that's been passing as your daughter for us?' I think he'll go for it."

"I'll go," Cas said, and before anyone could say anything different, he was gone.

An eerie silence fell over the group as they waited for Castiel to return. Sure enough, Pastor Gideon came stumbling in with a shocked look upon his face. "What the hell was that?" he stammered as he straightened himself.

"Yeah," Dean sighed as he stood and walked over to Gideon. "He wasn't lying about the angel thing. Have a seat, Padre. We got to have a chat."

Gideon sat down in the chair, his eyes flickering to each of the hunters as they explained to him what they needed to do. When they came to the part of having to kill Leah, he shook his head. "No. She's my daughter."

"I'm so sorry," Kitty sighed as she took the pastor's hand. "But she's not. That thing is pretending to be Leah. Your real daughter is dead."

"That's impossible," Gideon argued as he took his hand from Kitty.

"But it's true," Sam sighed, leaning against the back of Kitty's chair. "And deep down, you know it. Look, we get it—it's too much. But if you don't do this, she's going to kill a lot of people. And damn the rest to hell."

Dean lifted the stake from the table and held it out to Gideon, who just stared at it in disbelief. "Why does it have to be me?" he pleaded, looking at Castiel. "You're an angel."

"Poor example of one," Cas mumbled as he looked down at the ground.

Eventually, Gideon did agree to help them, and Kitty and Dean packed up the Impala as Sam walked Gideon through the plan. Sitting on the curb was Castiel, cradling his head. "That'll teach him for going over his limit," Kitty whispered to Dean as she finished filling a magazine in a gun and placing it back into its spot.

"That's mean," Dean reprimanded, but he still ended up smiling at Kitty. The two held eye contact for a moment before Dean kissed Kitty's forehead and closed the trunk. He made his way to the open driver's window and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. "Heads up," he said as he tossed the bottle to Castiel.

Cas looked at the bottle and flipped it around in his hand. "How many should I take?"

"Well," Kitty sighed as she walked over to Dean and leaned against the Impala. "I take two when I have a bad hangover, but you… Take the whole bottle."

Castiel nodded, but a sad look remained on his face. "Look," Dean sighed. "I've been there. I'm a big expert on deadbeat dads. So… yeah. I get it. I know how you feel."

"How do you manage it?" Cas asked, avoiding Dean's eyes.

With a smirk, Dean replied, "On a good day, you get to kill a whore," which caused Kitty at least to snicker beside him. It was hard to believe their relationship could have been on this level a year ago.

They all had their instructions, and Kitty didn't like her's too much. "Why do I have to stay outside of the office?" she hissed to Dean as they got out of the car.

"Because if she runs, we need someone there to grab her," Dean explained as he closed the car door and looked down at her.

"Right," she nodded, pretending to accept his answer. "And it's not like you and Sam will be following the pastor into the office or anything."

Rolling his eyes, Dean wrapped an arm around Kitty's shoulder and kissed the top of her head. "Can you just appease me and stay there? Huh?"

With a snort, Kitty replied, "Fine," and the group walked into the church's basement silently.

When Kitty got to the base of the stairs where she would stay, she squeezed Dean's hand and watched as the boys and the pastor disappeared behind a corner. I'm not going to be needed, Kitty thought as she stepped down on the bottom step and leaned on her knees. She heard a crash from down the hall and thought that this was just beginning, and would be over in only a few moments. Until she saw Leah run past her and head through the doors of the banquet hall.

"Shit," Kitty murmured as she jumped to her feet and ran after Leah. She had just gotten into the room when she heard Leah tell the congregation that they were demons, and she was quickly tackled to the ground by some guy.

Quickly, Kitty pulled her knees up to her chest and rammed them into the guys stomach, causing him to faulter and allowing Kitty to be able to pull herself free. "That was for tackling me," Kitty huffed before she kicked the guy. "And that was for thinking I was a demon."

Pushing her hair out of her face, Kitty saw Dean stab the stake into Leah, killing the demon. As he stood, the two caught each other's eyes, and Kitty couldn't help the expression of shock on her face.

"I don't understand," Jane said as she clung to her husband. "How are we supposed to get to paradise now?"

"I'm sorry," Dean said before he broke eye-contact with Kitty. "Pretty sure you're headed in a different direction."