"Luther! Oh I've been looking for you for a long time" Kat cocked the Cult. He rolled his eyes.
"That's impossible, there are two Cults?" John turned to face Kat. Relief washed through Dean, she was back and this time he wasn't letting her go. Sam smiled brightly at her.
"You really think my uncle would leave the Cult in a pretty box on display?" She raised her eye brow at him. "I know you only came here for this" She gestured to the Cult with her free hand. "So don't you dare pretend that you give a damn about my uncle!" A tear slid down her cheek. Dean opened his mouth to speak but John interrupted him.
"Kat I-" She raised her hand for him to stop. She sighed.
"Sorry John but it was me he left it too and I'm not done yet not by a long shot" She continued to point the gun at Luther, her arm was steady her eyes focused. Dean and Sam exchanged worried looks. They needed that gun.
"Where's Kate?" He aimed his question at John, ignoring Kat. She scoffed.
"Kate, is that your mate?" John pulled on the rope he had in his hands and dragged Kate out of his truck. Her hands were bound and she was barely conscious. Kat took a step forward, she took the knife out of Dean's hand and cut Kate's head clean off. Dean attempted to make eye contact with her as she approached but she ignored him, looking away as her eyes meet his. She threw the knife on the ground.
"Bitch!" Luther lunged forward to grabbed Kate's decapitated body. She moved back to her original position. The Winchesters took a few steps back.
"You don't know who I am do you!" She was shocked and angry. How could he not?
"No I'm afraid I don't" He bared his teeth at her. Dean attempted to move but John grabbed his arm.
"Well I'll give you a hint shall I; I'm the teenage girl whose family you brutally murdered ... you then waited for me to come home before attempting to attack me. Is this ringing a bell?" Her tone got angrier as her sentence went on.
"Katherine!" He smiled devilishly. "Well better late than never I suppose" The vampires behind him exchanged whispers. Shock plastered on their faces. He walked forward stopping a few steps from her. Dean and Sam exchanged confused glances. "I also had a munch on your little boyfriend too didn't I" He smirked. "And I'm afraid my pack is responsible for the death of your uncle as well" He shrugged. Her face twisted into hurt and anger.
"You were waiting for me that day; why? How did you know who I am?" She prodded his chest with the barrel. John never removed his eyes away from the Cult.
"Well I was waiting for you ... but I'm afraid I gave up my search for you long ago ... after your father was murdered there was no point, I wasn't being paid anymore" He scoffed. His pack burst into a fit of laughter.
"My father is dead – you killed him!" Kat didn't understand. She pressed the gun against his chest. Anger clouded her mind.
"No sugarplum your real father ..." He smirked. "Let's just say your mommy liked variety" She smacked him around the face with the Cult. His lip split; he seductively licked the blood that had dripped down his chin. He winked at Kat. "Hum your feisty ... I like that" She hit him again. Dean's hands curled into fists.
"Shut up!" Luther was shocked; she didn't know how could she not? How had she gone all this time without knowing the truth?
"Oh ... so mommy never told you ... huh that's interesting, so you, you don't know? What you are, who you are?" He turned and exchanged amused glances with the rest of the pack. He began laughing, crewel and spiteful.
"All I know is that you killed my family and I'm going to kill you" Her grip tightened around the Cult. He leaned in closer to her beautiful face.
"If you kill me how will you discover the truth?" He teased her.
"What truth?" She spat.
"That you my dear are a vampire" His smirk grew ten miles wider.