Your whispers calling me you speak my name
How can I save you when I couldn't save myself

Dean held Kat's body close to his. He let the tears roll down his cheeks. He turned when the door banged opened and Sam rushed in with Missouri following him. He felt relief flood over him. He prayed that Missouri could save Kat. He didn't want to think about how he would raise Addie without her.

"It's going to be all right, Kitten. Missouri is here and we're going to fix this," he told her softly. She didn't respond and he felt more tears fall.

"Dean," Missouri said watching as he turned and looked at her, "I need you to lift her up. I have to draw a symbol under her. Can you do that?" she asked knowing that just asking Dean to do that was hard on him. She could sense that he was scared to touch her and hurt Kat more.

"Okay," he finally whispered.

Dean lifted Kat up in his arms. He stood and held her close to him. He kissed her on the cheek and wished that she would respond to him. He looked away from her and watched as Missouri drew the symbol around him. He then turned and saw Sam mixing together some herbs in a bowl. Dean was sure that they were going to do the spell to break the binding spell. He looked back at Kat when he heard her whimper.

"Shh, Kitten, it'll be over soon. We'll fix this soon, I promise," he told her resting his cheek on her head. He held her close in his arms and prayed that this would work. He needed Kat to be all right.

"Okay, you can lay her down in the middle of the circle," Missouri said standing up.

Dean nodded. He placed Kat down in the middle of the circle. He took her hand in his and then looked at Missouri, "Can I stay with her until you start the spell?" he asked.

"Actually, Dean, that is where I want you to be during the whole thing," Missouri told him.

Dean looked at her confused. He turned and looked at Sam and saw that he wore the same look on his face, "Why?" they asked at the same time.

"I don't have time to tell you why. I just know that this spell will work, so dammit do what I say."

Sam and Dean turned and looked at each other. They just nodded. Dean looked back at Kat and told himself that it didn't really matter what Missouri was doing. He didn't really care as long as it worked and brought her back to him. He wanted her with him; he needed her. He knew that he was broken and the only one who refused to let him act that way was Kat. She loved him and refused to just stand by and let him wallow in his self pity. She was the only one who he really thought believed in him anymore and he needed that. He knew that if he had any chance at all at being a good father to Adora that he needed his Kitten with him. With her beside him, he remembered how to love and accept love in return.

Kat opened her eyes and moaned. The light was too bright. She closed her eyes again and turned her head. She felt no pain around her and wondered why it was so quiet. She slowly sat up and knew that something was off about the place she was. She slowly climbed to her feet and looked around her. For as far as she could see everything was covered by the bright white light. She held her hand up over her eyes but all she saw was still the light. She dropped her hand and sighed.

"Something tells me that this is not going to be something good," she muttered raking a hand through her hair.

She turned around and decided that she had nothing to do but to start walking. She began to walk into the light looking for something or someone to be there. She kept walking and walking. It felt like hours had gone by but she didn't see anyone. She stopped and looked around her. It looked like she hadn't started walking at all; it looked exactly like the place she had left. She closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath. It didn't control her anger. She screamed loudly. Her scream echoed in back at her in the light.

"Come on! This isn't fucking funny!" she screamed wishing that someone would show up so she could kick their ass.

Nothing happened and she gave up. She sat on the floor and rested her head in her hands. She closed her eyes and prayed that whatever was happening to her would stop. She knew that Dean and Sam needed her; her daughter as well. She sighed. Nothing was going right.

Dean stroked Kat's hand and just watched her. He heard Sam and Missouri working around him mixing together the herbs and chanting but none of that mattered to him. All that mattered was Kat and that she needed to wake up. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the temple. He reached out and stroked her hair.

"Missouri is doing the spell and Sammy is helping her," he whispered to her, "I want to believe that this will work but there are some many things that could go wrong. I love you, Kitten but this whole witch thing is still hard to swallow sometimes. Right now, I am so scared for you, I," he paused and looked at his lover, "I can't lose you, Katerina. I lost you two times too many already. I just need you to listen to me, and come back. Can you do that for me, Kitten? Could you come back?" he whispered tears rolling down his cheeks.

Sam stopped mixing the herbs together and watched his brother with Kat. He had never seen Dean so messed up over a girl. Dean had cared about a lot of women, had loved and left a lot but Sam had never seen Dean show so much emotion before over a woman. Sam watched as Dean leaned in and whispered soft words to Kat. Sam looked away and tossed in the last herb. He turned and grabbed the box of matches and lit one. He tossed it in the bowl and all the herbs caught fire. He stood in the smoke thinking about what would happen to his brother if Kat didn't make it. His thoughts went to everyone they had lost; their mother, their father, their brother. Sam knew that Dean couldn't take losing one more person. Sam didn't want that either; especially not Kat.

"Sam, bring that over here," Missouri said standing next to Dean and Kat.

Sam snapped out of it and picked the bowl up and carried it over to them. He held it and watched as Missouri took the bowl and waved the smoke around Dean and Kat. She then waved the knife around in the smoke. Sam stepped back and watched as she handed the knife to Dean. Dean looked at it then looked at Missouri. Sam saw the look on his brother's face and knew that Dean was not happy with the idea of hurting Kat.

"I am not cutting her," Dean stating confirming Sam's assumption.

"Dean, you need to do it to help her. You need to cut her skin over her heart and then cut yourself in the same place and then mix your blood together and link hands. It is what the spell calls for," Missouri explained.

Dean looked at the knife then looked down at Kat. He saw how pale she was and looked back at Missouri to refuse. He then saw the stubborn look on her face and knew that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. He swore softly under his breath and slowly started to unbutton Kat's shirt. He was glad she was wearing a bra. He pushed her shirt aside and looked at her chest. He slowly brought the knife forward and gently placed it against her skin. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath. He then opened his eyes and made a quick cut. He winced and felt more worry fill his heart when Kat didn't even move. The blood flowed over her breasts and he quickly pulled off his button up and t-shirt off. He cut himself on the chest above his heart. His winced and then tossed the blade aside. He ran his hand over the cut on his chest wiping blood on it. He then placed the same hand over Kat's chest and felt her blood on his hand. He then took her hand and held it tight.

"What now?" he asked Missouri.

"Now, we wait."

"Wait? I cut her and we are just-."

Sam shielded his eyes as a bright white light exploded round Dean and Kat. Dean didn't finish his sentence and Sam looked at Missouri. She was shielding her eyes as well. She turned and looked at Sam.

"Where did you get this spell and what does it do?" Sam asked knowing that something about this whole thing was off.

"I'll tell you everything if it works," Missouri told him.

Sam just nodded and then didn't say anything at all. He looked at the light and said a soft prayer in his head for Dean and Kat. He hoped that they would be alright.

Kat had given up hope of seeing everyone or ever getting back to Dean. She closed her eyes and let more tears fall. She knew that she was probably dead and that this was her afterlife. She was stuck in limbo or this was where the natural witches ended up.

"I am never going to see Adora grow up," she muttered biting her lip so that the sobs didn't escape. She buried her face in her hands and let the sobs come.

She sat in the middle of what she considered nothingness. She sobbed and wished that she could go back and change things. She wished that she would have let Missouri break the binding spell. She never really wanted to leave her daughter behind. She let go and let the pain surround her. She hugged herself close and knew that she was now alone in the world again.

"Kat! Hello!" she heard someone yell. Her head shot up as she realized that it was Dean calling for her. She shot to her feet and ran towards him.

"Dean!" she yelled back.

"Kitten!"

The white light seemed to part and then suddenly there was Dean in front of her. She ran into his arms and hugged him close to her. She felt his strong arms come around her and everything felt better. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled his scent. He was there with her and she wasn't alone. She knew deep down inside that he was going to save her. He always did.

"How did you get here?" she asked pulling away and looking into his green eyes.

"Missouri had a spell. Are you okay?" he asked her running his hand along her back.

Kat shook her head, "I wasn't but I am now. I thought," she paused and looked away, "I thought that I was dead. Please tell me that I'm not."

Dean smiled and shook his head, "No, Kitten, you aren't dead. Not anymore then I am."

Kat nodded relieved, "All right, so now the million dollar question, how the hell do we get out of here?"

Dean looked around then looked back at Kat. He shrugged, "I was kind of hoping you would know that. After all, you are the witch in this family."

Kat sighed, "Why is it I always have to think of everything in this relationship?"

Dean pulled her closer, "It keeps things interesting."