"Dean, wait! Wait, here. Turn down that road," Sam addressed rapidly, waking Kim up from her half an hour nap that she managed to take in the back of the Impala. They had been driving for too many hours and Kim would have thought that after so long, the night would eventually turn into day but the darkness around them loomed over them stronger than t had when she fell asleep. Kim looked up, slightly dazed, and watched as Sam pointed down a road they were about to pass.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I don't know how I know, I just do," Sam rushed out, eyeing the road suspiciously. Dean nodded and turned down that road with a fierce swerve, sending Kim flinging side wards as they moved with the car. Sam looked nervous as they drove down, the only light was the Impala's car lights shining on the road. It was obvious to Kim that the further they traveled down the road the more uneasy Sam was becoming.

"You okay, Sam?" Kim asked. Sam turned around to face her and slowly nodded, his lips pressed tightly in a line before turning back.

Dean parked the car at the end of the road in front of an old-fashioned, two story house that looked like it belonged to someone well off but the night was so dark that it made the colours of the walls look dull. The house looked abandoned, hidden almost from the rest of the world. It hadn't surprised them that their destination was down a secluded road that they would have missed if Sam hadn't pointed it out. They stepped out of the car and immediately a light turned on, flashing in their face.

"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises," Sam said, staring into the light. They walked up to the door, no lights were on in the house. Kim looked around, over her shoulder and inspected the surroundings. It looked creepy and felt eerie. The cold night air brushed against their skin in the pitch blackness that surrounded the house. The house was made of creaky wood and covered in cobwebs and it turned out that the house was indeed colourless.

"Should we knock?" Dean asked, looking to Sam for reassurance, but before he could answer, Kim already knocked. She banged three times on the door with the side of her fists, knowing it would create a deeper sound than her knuckles, earning a look from Dean.

"What? I knocked," she said simply. Dean shook his head at her as she rolled her eyes. "No one's gonna answer anyway. This house screams 'abandoned'."

Sam went to the window next to the door.

"Hey, look at this," he said shining his light on the broken window, glass shattered on the floor and windowsill.

"I'm surprised the cops didn't show," Dean added. "Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm," he said while checking out the window.

"Like I said, 'abandoned'," Kim nodded but was ignored as they all continued to inspect the house. Sam walked to the side of the house to find a metal alarm box on the wall, opened. The wires cut and broken.

"Yeah, you would." Sam chose to ignore Kim, responding to Dean instead. Kim followed him and looked at it.

"Shit," she muttered, knowing that it wasn't a good sign for Sam. All three of them walked into the house, not surprised to see that the walls were falling apart, glass was shattered on the floor and the furniture was ruined and pulled apart. The floor was covered in filth of destruction. They all walked down a corridor, Kim behind them and into a room. Dean shone his light on a lump on the floor.

"Hit the lights." Sam turned on the lights, which blinded them for a moment before they saw a man's body lying on his side on the floor, his back facing them. Dean leaned down and with costive movements and slowly turned him over. Blood stained the man's face and the carpet below him, a thick red line across his throat indicated how he died. Kim's face fell blank at the sight, pressing her lips together in concern but it was nothing compared to the complete horror on Sam's face as he convinced himself that he was the one who caused this.

"Dean, I did this," he muttered.

"We don't know that," Dean assured.

"What else do you need? How else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood!?" Sam asked rapidly, his tone growling in shame. He was convinced he did it, his tone showed it.

"I don't know man. Why don't you tell me!?" Dean yelled before calming down and shaking his head slightly. "Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know, self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch. Something!" It sounded as if Dean was trying to convince himself that it wasn't Sam. Dean's hands rushed over the body, feeling for something.

"He doesn't have any ID."

Sam's eyes scattered the room.

"Dean, I need your lock pick."

"What?"

"I need your lock pick," Sam repeated as he walked over to a locked closet. Hesitantly, Dean handed it to him and only seconds later, the door was open.

"Holy—"

"Shit," Kim huffed astonished. The closet was a room filled with guns mounted to a wall and polished to perfection, papers covered in research, satanic symbols Kim knew all too well and pictures much like hunters research.

"Either this guy's a Unabomber or—"

"He's a hunter," Sam and Kim said at the same time, Sam breathing in remorse.

"Dean, I think I killed a hunter," Sam replied astonished. Kim scratches the back of her neck, wondering why she was still here. She knew she was just dragging herself into the mud but tainting her name with theirs, but before she could make her mind about leaving, her eyes drifted to the roof, finding a small camera.

"Well, there's only one way to be sure," Kim muttered, pointing to the camera. The boys stare at the camera in the corner of the room longingly as Kim rushed to the computer to find the video. She typed on the keyboard as Sam watched over her shoulder impatiently. "Here," she said, playing the video.

The screen was dark and blurry. The camera wasn't the best quality but it showed them exactly what they feared. Sam had burst through the door and attacked the man, no motive found. Sam then punched and kicked him violently, giving the man barely any time to fight back. Sam was fast, agile and scary. A horrid expression was on his face that Kim had never seen in him. Kim watched shocked, her mouth hung open slightly as she watched. There was no denying it was Sam.

Sam sent a heavy punch to the man's face, sending him violently flying to the floor. They watched as Sam grabbed the bruised, helpless guy and pulled his head up showing his neck. Sam grabbed his knife and placed it on his throat, slowly swiping it across, resorting in a painful death. He let the man drop to the floor as he rose from the ground. He wiped his bloodied hands on his shirt emotionlessly, effortlessly.

Dean looked up from the computer and looked at Sam, he could feel his glaring eyes on the side of his head as he stared at the screen.

Quickly, Dean started wiping the area down, making sure to get rid of all of Sam fingerprints as Sam sat in shock and dread, reading an open letter in his hands. Dean was frantic, sure that the police would be there soon. They needed to get out of there as soon as possible, for Sam's sake.

"How do you erase this? Huh? Sam," Dean ordered, hitting Sam's ears to get his attention. "Come on, I need your help."

"I killed him, Dean," Sam replied blankly. "I just broke in and killed him." Dean sighed and looked around.

"Listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?" he rushed but Sam hadn't listened to a word he had said, almost feeling as if the only proper thing for him to do is to let himself be caught.

"His name was Steve Wandell. This is a letter from his daughter," Sam rasped angrily, throwing the piece of paper out of his hands. Sam was shattered. His face was bare, frozen in disgust as he stared off into the distance, so disappointed with himself.

"Okay, wait a minute. Stop blaming yourself. You woke up in a dingy motel room covered in blood that wasn't yours and figure out that you killed someone. Right?" Sam nodded his head.

"We literally skipped the fact that you don't remember any of it. You have no recollection of the last few weeks. That can mean a lot of different things," Kim explained to Sam before quickly switching her attention to Dean who was grabbing the computer roughly.

"I know how to erase it, Dean. Ash taught me some stuff—" Kim was interrupted by a loud crash in her ear. Sam and Kim shot their heads to see Dean throwing the computer on the floor, smashing it with his foot making sure to get rid of the evidence. "Or you could do that," she sighed.

The room fell silent for a few seconds, Sam looking up at Dean astonished.

"Wipe your prints, then we go," Dean demanded, throwing a towel at him. Dean looked up at Kim and nudged his head towards the door, gesturing to follow him out. Kim sent a look towards Sam.

"Do you want any help?" she asked but he just shook his head so she following Dean.

•※•

"We get a couple hours sleep before we put this place in our rear view mirror," Dean stated as they walked into the motel room. The car ride up was awkward and silent, no one said a word although everyone had something to say. "Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it," Dean told Sam, who was sulking around the room. The room stayed quite as Kim distanced herself from the brothers. As Dean unpacked his bag rapidly, he looked up at Sam who was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sam, say something!" Dean yelled as Kim leaned up against the motel wall, arms crossed over her chest. It was too unlike Sam to try and kill anyone innocent.

"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning?" Sam quoted, disgusted with the words that had come out of his brothers mouth. "Murder, Dean. That's what I did," he spat.

"Sam—" Kim started.

"Maybe, okay? Hey, we don't know—shapeshifter," Dean suggested. Kim could see that Dean didn't believe it any more than she did.

"Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion."

"Sam—" Kim said again, but she kept getting cut off.

"Yeah, but that wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been—" Dean gestures to Sam's body "—you, but it wasn't you."

"What do you think happened, Sam? Huh? Think rationally here, instead of instantly blaming yourself like a humble idiot!" Kim yelled. They both shut up and looked to her. "Do you really think it was you? Sam, you're destroyed over the fact that you might have killed someone, do you really think you could do something like that! And let's not forget that fact that you don't remember a week of your life! Or do you think you sleep-murdered someone?" Kim yelled at him. Dean nodded his head in agreement.

"See," Dean said pointing to Kim. "Kim gets it."

"I know it's hard, you just figured out that you were somehow involved in someone's murder but you have to stop blaming yourself. What if it wasn't you? What if there's a bigger problem out there that we're not looking at because you immediately blamed yourself!" Sam looked at her solemnly.

"I think it was me," Sam murmured before sitting on the bed. "I think maybe more than you know."

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked, taking a seat next to Sam on the bed. Sam took a deep breath.

"For the last few weeks, I've been having these feelings." Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam then looked to Kim.

"What feelings?"

"Rage. Hate. And I can't stop. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse." He was looking up at them from his eyebrows.

"You never told me this."

"I don't wanna scare you." Dean licked his lips and slapped Sam's knee.

"Well, bang-up job on that," Dean hissed sarcastically, patting his knee as he stood up from the bed.

"Dean, the Yellow-Eyed Demon, you know he has plans for us," he said looking to Kim. "And we all know that he's turned other children into killers before, too."

"No one can control you, but you."

"Sure doesn't feel like that Dean," Sam replied. "It feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming—"

"What?" Kim asked harshly, getting defensive.

"Who we're meant to be. I mean you said it once yourself Dean, I gotta face up to who I am."

"I don't mean this!"

"But it's still true!" Sam yelled getting up from the bed. "You know that! Dad knew that too. That's why he told you if it ever came to this—"

"Shut up, Sam," Dean barked. Sam looked down at his brother as he walked up to him. Kim stood in the distance slightly convinced by what Sam argued. Although she had not been getting the same feelings as Sam, she couldn't help but feel he was right—that John was right. That her story was going to end with her becoming what she hunted.

"You promised Dad. You promised me." Dean shook his head and looked away from him, slightly meeting the eyes of Kim.

"Look, you're scaring Kim," Dean said, pointing to her. Kim crossed her arms dramatically.

"I'm not scared!" she argued defensively. "I'm just thinking," she muttered, looking away from Sam's sad eyes. Sam started to slowly walk towards Kim.

"Kim, I'm sorry but I think—"

"I know what you think." She cut him off. "I don't wanna hear it," she finished softly. An overwhelming feeling of sorrow fell upon Kim as she realised what she was and what she would become. Her eyebrows burrowed, disappointed in herself as she felt her heart beat meekly. She didn't know what was happening to Sam or herself and she didn't know what the Yellow-Eyed Demon wanted but she knew one thing; she knew she was a disappointment to her family. To her mother, to her father, to her sister and to John. If Sam was correct, her existence tainted the blood of her family.

As Sam stepped closer she shook it off, standing up straight, her eyes emotionless like they always were and sadness weighing on her shoulders. She looked up to Sam as confidently as possible as she brushed it off, getting rid of everything that weighed her down. If Kim was anything, she was strong.

"No," she said blankly. "I don't know about you, but I'll never become what the Yellow-Eyed Demon plans. Not me."

"No, listen to me," Dean started, getting Sam's and Kim's attention. "We're gonna figure this out. Okay? I'm mean, there's gotta be a way, right?" he said, mostly to Sam.

"Yeah, there is." Sam took a handgun from his duffel, shoved it towards Dean. "I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt you." Dean looked at the gun without taking it. The pain, the sorrow, the anger kept building up as his eyes watered over. The climb was easy and it's made its way to the top, where it was about to overflow. Sam breathed heavily, his heart clenching as he held the gun out.

"You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it," Dean replied.

"No. I can't. Not forever," Sam murmured, tearing up. "Here, you gotta do it." Sam blinked away his tears as he pushed the gun into Dean's hands.

There was a silence where they stared at each other for a long moment, then Sam grabbed Dean's right hand and placed the gun in it but Dean didn't move, he just stood there in shock.

"You know, I've tried to hard to keep you safe," Dean started.

"I know." Dean looked up at his little brother, tears in his eyes and the only thing he wanted to do was wipe them away. He could see the pain in his eyes, but not once did he consider using the gun.

"I can't." There was a silence. "I'd rather die," Dean rasped, chucking the gun on the bed, leaving Sam there. Kim let out a breath. Sadness and anger clenched her heart.

"Then what, Sam? Was he supposed to kill me next?" Kim asked. Sam looked over at her blankly rushing over to him. "You can't just give up!" Sam expression changed wickdly.

"No, you'll both live. Live to regret this." Sam grabbed the gun and hit Dean and Kim, knocking them out. Sam casually walked out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him.

•※•

Kim eyes fluttered opened with resistance as Kim finally awoke from her unconscious state. Her eye lids were so heavy that she was almost convinced just to let them fall again so she didn't have to struggle. As her eyes opened, her head started to spin and the furniture around her followed as she lifted her head. Kim sighed painfully and as her head laid bare causing her to have a migraine after the hard hit. She bucked violently, putting her hand on the floor for balance as she lifted herself up.

Her legs were weak, wobbling as she stood up. Everything's was blurry so she blinked hard and her eyes adjusted to see an unconscious Dean laying on the floor beside her. Kim rubbed her temples with a groan and stumbled over to Dean and shook him awake.

Dean shook his head rapidly and looked up to Kim, his eyes heavy too as she closed her eyes and took a long breath in an attempt not to throw up. Kim put a hand on Dean's shoulder and Dean clung to Kim's arm as she helped him up and onto the bed. Kim plonked herself down next to him and rubbed her eyes tired and sore.

"Do you know where Sam went?" Dean asked and Kim just shook her head, sighed and fell back on the bed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Dean got up to get it while Kim laid and tried to reduce her migraine. Kim squinted her eyes and pressed her lips in a line of annoyance. She placed both of her hands on her forehead, fingers spread pressing into her head.

She couldn't hear the conversation Dean was having and in her state,she honestly didn't care. Her mind was constantly on reducing her migraine. She pressed hard on her head and slowly it subsided; it lingered painfully but she had too much to concern about to let it bother her anymore. Suddenly, Dean turned to her and told her to pack her things and they walked out into the lobby.

The lobby was empty and she saw the owner counting a stack of money as Dean picked up the phone. She raised an eyebrow, curiously.

"Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you, but uh, my son snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert." Dean paused for a second and looked to Kim. "What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, he's not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm starting to worry." There was another pause and Kim raised an eyebrow. "Right. Yeah, boys will be boys. But see, Sammy is a diabetic, and uh, if he doesn't get his insulin, I just, I have to find him. Please, I'm begging you. Yeah, no, no, no, I'm on the website right now, I just need to activate the GDS on his cell phone." Dean entered a password.

"Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota. Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help." With that Dean hung up the phone, wrote down the address and nodded to Kim as they headed to the Impala to go to their destination.

•※•

They had been driving for a while, the sky was turning dark and there were no cars on the road. The trip was silent even though they had much to say, both of them dreaded where they were going and what they were going to face.

Kim sat in the front seat of the Impala, twitching in anger. Her fingers silently tapping the window and her leg shook as she stared straight ahead with lowered eyebrows and murder in her eyes. She was hot and flustered with frustration and impatience as Dean drove as fast as he possibly could, but it was never fast enough for Kim.

They had discovered that Sam was heading to a bar a few towns over. Without hesitation or further reassured they rushed to the car and made pursuit to the bar. The bar was not special ad it had no connection to Kim until she started her research. After a few minutes, she and figured out that Jo had been hiding out there while on her hunts.

She could feel the heat of rage running through her as they spread down the highway. An unfathomable rage filled Kim and she couldn't help but fidget restlessly. Kim clenched her jaw and turned to look out the window as she counted the seconds.

After what felt like countless, restless, silent hours, which was actually half an hour, they made it to their destination. Dean swerved into an empty car park rapidly and impatiently. The rocky road flung up, creating a cloud of dust. As the car started to slow down Kim pushed her door open and rolled out ignoring Dean's growls behind her. Picking herself up off the dusty floor she had rolled on, she sprinted to the empty bar and hastily pushed her way through the front door, her anger now mixing with fear.

"Jo!" Kim yelled, desperately. She eyed the scene rapidly, scanning the room in search for Jo when she saw her tied Jo tied to a wooden pole with Sam standing near her holding a knife out towards Kim. She watched as Sam smiled obviously as he cheekily stepped forward. Kim charged towards Sam, pulling the iron knife out from her waistband and holding it in position.

Kim swung at Sam's head, seething in rage but he ducked causing Kim to stumble forward from force. Kim sharply turned around and punched Sam in the face, causing him to stumble. She swung at him again, slicing his forearm. Sam stopped and looked at his wound, seemingly unfazed and Kim stood still, panting slightly. Sam's lips twisted into a grin before looking back up.

"How cute," Sam cooed at Kim before she charged again. She swung twice for his chest but he jumped back. Quickly, Kim kicked him the stomach and dropped the ground, sweeping the feet causing him to fall. She pounced on him, straddling his hips holding a knife to his throat, anger pouring from her skin. "You know, I underestimated you." Sam smiled, unfazed by her attack. Kim pressed the knife harder to Sam's throat, drawing a small line of blood.

"Everyone does," Kim growled. Sam smirked, about to speak when a noise ahead ripped both of their attention away.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as he ran into the bar, holding out his gun. He saw Kim holding her knife to Sam's throat and his eyes immediately darkened. "Kim, get off," Dean warned. Kim licked her lips, dangerously.

"Why? So he can kill Jo?" Kim spat.

"You know you can't do anything with a knife. You're just angry!" Dean yelled as she watched Sam smile. Kim was so desperate to ripped the knife into his flesh, but she knew Dean was right. She ripped herself off of him and stormed back to Dean, staring at Sam as he got up.

"Angry doesn't begin to describe it," she seethed.

Sam put the knife to Jo's throat and Kim gulped in anger. "I begged you to stop me, Dean!" Sam yelled.

"Sam, put the knife down, dammit," Dean ordered.

"I told you I can't fight it!" Sam spat. "My head feels like it's on fire, all right? Dean, kill me or I'm gonna kill her. Please. You'll be doing me a favor," Sam breathed, begging Dean to end it. "Shoot me." Sam took the knife from Jo's throat and Kim let go of the breath she was holding. "Shoot me!"

Kim watched as Dean stood still, aim still high. "No, Sammy, come on." Dean lowered his gun, the anger in Kim only boiled further as she watched Jo struggled under Sam's knife and she became furious, grabbing Dean spare gun from his waistband and cocking it. "Kim," Dean warned hastily. Kim shuffled on her feet for a second, marching forwards so she was ahead to Dean.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?" Sam yelled, but Dean ignored him, eyes staring at Kim.

"I know Sam's your brother but Jo is my sister," Kim breathed in anger, aiming for Sam's head but her finger wasn't on the trigger. Dean put his hands up to try and calm her down.

"Think about this, Kim," Dean said wearily and she did. Kim thought about it for a second before angrily uncocking the gun and chucking it to Dean. Kim's eyes caught Jo's, who looked betrayed and hurt and although that look killed her, she knew she was doing the right thing.

Kim looked to Dean who had turned around and grabbed a flask out of his pocket. Kim met Dean's eyes, and Dean looked at the flask then to Kim and she nodded. Together they turned and flung holy water on Sam, watching him stumble backward. 'Sam' steamed up, his hands up to cover his face.

"That's holy water you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean growled as Sam looked up angrily at them. Dean kept hitting 'Sam' with holy water as Kim flew down to untie Jo.

"He was possessed?" she asked Kim who helped her up. They watched as 'Sam' jumped out of the window to shield himself. "How did you know?" she asked. The two girls watched as Dean didn't answer, just sending them a glare before going after his brother.

Kim didn't listen to her, as she held on to Jo's face with both of her hands, scanning her for any major injuries. Quickly, her hands moved to her shoulders so she could get a better look at her. Kim looked Jo up and down carefully before pulling her into a tight hug and sighed in relief.

Kim groaned as she helped Jo to a barstool, sitting her down on it before pouring her a shot of whiskey. Kim slid the shot to her before grabbing some equipment and shoving it in her waistband.

"Drink," Kim said, nodding to the shot. Kim went and got her first aid kit and hurried to bandage a small wound on Jo's head.

Jo had a lot of questions but Kim didn't have a lot of time. After triple checking Jo was alright, Kim made sure she had everything she needed before turning to go help out Dean. As she was about to run out the door, she turned around and looked at Jo.

"Don't move," Kim ordered Jo as she scoffed. Kim hurried off to find Dean. Soon, she found herself in a large cluttered, dark shed, not a sound to be heard but she saw shadows on the floor. Pulling out her gun, she crouched down behind some old furniture. The smell of the sea filled her nose as she heard footsteps behind her. She quickly moved to another location to see a figure not far behind her. She aimed for it quickly but backed away when she saw it was Dean. Dean put his fingers to his lips and Kim nodded.

"So who are you?" Dean asked.

"I have lots of names," 'Sam' replied. After hearing the location of the voice the both moved, Kim, going in a different direction than Dean.

"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?" Dean asked as he scurried around a corner.

"You should have seen your face when you thought Sam murdered that guy," 'Sam' scoffed. "Pathetic." Dean ignored his comment and hurried off as Kim went around to the other side, getting a glimpse of 'Sam'. Immediately she held her gun up but he was out of her sight in a second.

"Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances," Dean asked.

"No, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam," 'Sam' said. "Should have known you wouldn't have the sac, but Kim? She's was gonna do it; fierce bitch that one. Anyway, fun's over now."

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. Because you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that," Dean said sarcastically.

"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother," 'Sam' explained. "See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. And after I kill you, I'll kill Jo and make Kim watch. Make her watch the life drain out of Jo's eyes. Other hunters? One look as Sam's dewy, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door."

'Sam' ran outside and Kim and Dean followed, leading to an open dock. Dean and Kim peaked around the corner but didn't see anything. Stepping out in the open, Dean went and checked under the dock while Kim looked off into the distance. 'Sam' stepped out and aimed, shooting Kim. She hit the floor hard and laid immobile.

"Kim!" Dean screamed, but he was also shot, flying back into the water under the dock. 'Sam' smirked to himself.

"I guess Jo will just have to find you dead instead." With that, he walked away pleased with himself.

•※•

Kim woke up to a familiar voice.

"She hit her head pretty hard," Dean's voice growled. Kim opened her eyes immediately and scuttled back from the grasp she was in. Her hand went straight to her shoulder where blood still oozed out of her wound. Jo was carrying Kim back to the bar when she pushed herself out. Kim looked up to see Dean and Jo looking at her. She saw the wound on Dean's shoulder as he hobbled along. Kim immediately applied pressure to hers.

"How did he miss you?" Kim scoffed, trying to break the silence. Dean huffed and turned around, walking back to the bar while Jo went to support Kim. She moved away quickly and eyed Dean. "I'm fine, seriously," Kim insisted as she pressed harder to the wound, feeling the warm blood ooze from her arm. A sharp white pain spiralled down her arm and spine. Kim bit her lip to stop a scream from escaping her lips as she held back the excruciating pain. Jo squinted her eyes before hesitantly running to help Dean as Kim followed from behind, a pain in her arm that left her winded.

Once they got to the bar, Jo ran and got Kim's first-aid kit. Dean plonked himself down on a bar stool while Kim stumbled and poured herself a drink. As Jo came back she started heading her way towards Kim but she shook her head.

"Let me enjoy this drink," Kim smirked as she sipped, trying to dull the pain that continuously and mercilessly stabbed her shoulder.

"Stop being the hero, Kim and sit down," Jo ordered but Kim just shook her head.

"Don't tell Ellen I'm drinking or you'll have to sew my head back on." Jo rolled her eyes and shook her head and made her way to Dean who was hunched in pain. As Jo started getting everything ready, Kim smirked at them. When Jo turned to face Dean, giving all her attention to him, she quickly downed the drink down and applied a heavy amount of pressure to her shoulder, hunching over the bench. With a quick breath in, she kept her pain silent as she chugged her drink.

Dean was clutching the edge of the table in pain, his knuckles white with a bottle in his other. He groaned and took a swig.

"Don't be a baby," Jo scolded as tried to pull out the bullet.

"God!" Dean groaned in pain and Kim huffed.

"Almost, all right, I got it. I got it," Jo assured. She dropped the blood-stained bullet into a glass of alcohol as Dean took a healthy swig of his drink.

"God, you're a butcher," Dean panted. Jo looked at him blankly.

"You're welcome.," she sassed, quickly sewing Dean and patching him up. Jo moved over to Kim who was suffering on a bar stool, her hand drenched in her own blood and pain in her eyes. Kim was stiff as Jo moved her hand from her shoulder and dug to get the bullet out. Kim, unwillingly, let out a short scream of pain, quickly breathing in as Jo searched for the bullet.

"I should have done it myself," Kim breathed in pain, earning a small laugh from Jo. Soon, Jo pulled out the bullet and started patching up Kim. Kim let out a breath as she pinched herself painfully. As Jo cleaned up the wound, she looked over to Dean.

"So, how'd you know?" Jo asked. "That he was possessed?"

"Uh, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been him," Dean replied, nodding to himself. There was a silence that filled the air.

"Hey?" Jo asked.

"Yeah?" Dean answered.

"I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth too?" Kim immediately looked up to Jo and answered before Dean could.

"Depends on how much it will screw you up. Why, what did he say?" Kim asked hastily. Jo just shook her head and looked down.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?" She quickly changed the subject and Kim sent her a look which Jo ignored.

"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so... closest one I know lives in South Dakota," Dean answered.

"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go." Jo started packing up her things and getting ready. Kim stood up quickly stood in front of her.

"You're not going," she said blankly, holding Jo by her shoulders. Jo laughed a little, shuffling on her feet.

"The hell I'm not. I'm part if this now!" Jo yelled, angrily. Kim stepped back a little before pointing at Jo.

"No, Jo," Kim warned.

"You can't stop m–"

"Okay, this is how this is going to go," Kim started. "Dean and I are going to go find Sam before he hurts anyone else. And so help me, if I see you there I will drive you back here myself and tie your ass to a chair and God knows I won't come to untie you until this job is done. You got that?" Jo crossed her arms angrily.

"You know I'm older than you, right?" Jo growled.

"Yeah, well I'm trained," Kim continued. She sighed and brushed her eyebrow. "I don't want to worry about you." Jo sighed and stepped back.

"I'm just gonna wait outside," Dean announced awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm comin'," Kim shouted after him. Kim turned to Jo. "Just stay, please?" Jo slouched before nodding. Kim sighed in relief before turning around to leave.

"Wait!" Jo called after her. She handed her a bottle of pills. "Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." Kim smiled and took the pills before giving Jo a grateful look and turning around, wondering how dazed Jo must have been to let Kim convince her to stay.