Kathleen woke up the next morning completely tangled with Dean. They were facing each other, her face slightly into his neck and his cheek resting against her head. His left arm was under her head, curled around her back. Her left arm was thrown over Dean, with his right arm over her. Dean's right leg was over Kathleen's right leg, while her left hooked over his. She felt like a pretzel, and while she liked being this close to Dean, she was a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't until she pulled her leg from his that she realized it wasn't her position making her uncomfortable. She was sore.

When she tried to roll onto her back, the movement woke Dean up.

"Where you goin'?"

"I was considering going to look for bruising. I'm so sore."

She expected to see a smirk on Dean's face. Instead, he gently pulled her face back to his and kissed her.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"It's not your fault. Well, I guess it kinda is." She smiled at him and got him to smile back. "Seriously, though... You were great. In every way."

"So were you."

Dean kissed her deeply as he pulled her on top of him. When she looked into his eyes, she recognized the look she saw there.

"Dean, I don't think I can do this again so soon."

"I want you... so bad."

She moved to Dean's side, and her hand disappeared beneath the sheet. Dean's body reacted to her touch and she kissed him. She kissed his neck, then down his chest and stomach. Dean threw the sheet back so he could see her face as she went lower, finally taking him into her mouth. Dean slammed his head down onto his pillow.

"Son of a bitch!"

His hands went into her hair, slowing her just a little, as he moaned over and over. When they finished, Kathleen kissed her way back up his torso and Dean pulled her back to his lips. He was breathing heavily, but he managed to kiss her with a passion that took her breath away.

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" he asked.

"Never."

"Damn, sweetheart."

They laid there for a few minutes before Dean made his way into the bathroom. Kathleen ordered breakfast from room service. After they ate, Dean rolled the cart into the hall, and Kathleen, in her robe, walked out onto the balcony. The cool morning air was warmed by the bright sun, but the breeze from the lake brought a chill. She sipped her coffee to help stay warm. Dean walked out and stood next to her, leaning back against the railing.

"That's a serious look on your face, Katie." She smiled at Dean's use of her father's nickname for her, but her gaze stayed on the lake. "You didn't say much over breakfast. What's up?"

"Just trying to mentally gear myself up for what's coming next."

"What's coming next in this room, or when we get back?"

Kathleen almost rolled her eyes. "When we get back."

"I thought we weren't gonna talk about that here."

"I have to. I have to plan..."

"You can't plan for your reaction, Kate. And I know that's what you're trying to do. You don't know what's coming out of that demon's mouth, so you don't know how you'll react."

"It's not just that."

"Then, what?"

"Once we have him... what do I do? I've thought about it for years: what I'd say and do. It changes every time. And when it's over, do I exorcise it... or kill it?" She looked at Dean. "Is there a way to tell if the person a demon is possessing is already dead?"

"I don't know. I never really thought about it."

"I don't think I can kill a person to get revenge on a demon."

"Then you're a better person than most hunters I've met. Me included."

"You're a good person, Dean. You helped me, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Dean smiled, "but I got something outta that."

Kathleen smiled, but shook her head. "You always find a way to cheapen it." She turned her eyes back to the lake, letting out a long breath. "I think it's time to head back to Bobby's."

"You sure? We have the room one more night."

She nodded, "I'm sure."

Something had changed. Dean could tell something was different with her, just since earlier in the morning.

"Are you okay? Did I do something to make you mad?"

"I'm not mad, Dean. I'm just... I don't know. Scared... nervous. I've waited fifteen years for this, and it's finally gonna happen. And I feel lost."

"They say revenge is sweet, but I don't think that's true. Maybe for a minute. That's it. It doesn't make the pain or the memories go away... Especially in your case. So don't look at it that way. You get rid of this bastard to stop it from doing to anyone else what it did to you. You'll find some satisfaction there."

Kathleen wrapped her arms around Dean's waist and laid her head against him.

"Thank you. For everything."

"You're welcome."

Soon, they were on the road, headed back to Bobby's. The ride was quiet, other than the classic rock coming from the radio. Something was weighing heavy on Kathleen. Dean could see it, but he didn't bring it up. He figured that she would talk if she wanted to.

Sam and Bobby were gone when they got back, so they waited. Dean grabbed a beer and watched some television. Kathleen sat at Bobby's desk, pretending to read. Her mind was racing, but she didn't want to talk about any of it. One thing she knew she couldn't talk about, especially not with Dean. He would try to talk her out of it. She knew Sam and Bobby would probably try too, but she could resist them. She wasn't sure about Dean. But she thought it best for everyone.

When Sam and Bobby got back, Sam was carrying a duffel. He was surprised to see Dean and Kathleen there.

"When did you two get back?"

"About an hour ago," Dean said.

"Did everything go okay?"

"I'm good," Kathleen said.

"Where you coming from?" Dean asked.

"Bobby and I went to get the ingredients he had locked away. The only thing left is the bone." Sam looked over at Kathleen. "You sure you wanna come along on this?"

"Very."