Kim sat on a large couch in the back of the house as she put on a cream pair of heels. She sighed to herself as she slipped them on with ease, they fit perfectly. It almost annoyed her that they did, she didn't really know why but the fact that they were perfectly fitted to her feet made her eerily annoyed.

She leaned back on the couch in her habitually hunter way, her legs slightly spread in an unladylike fashion, her iron knife in its holster strapped to her inner thigh. The dress was too tight to hide any other weapons.

The museum was holding a fancy party to parade all their antiques and historical objects which Bela explained: "You can't wear jeans and a leather jacket too." So she was forced to wear a long black, strapless dress that was tight until it started to frill out from below her backside. She had no idea how she was going to hunt in it but it hid her knife well and it was the only dress the rentals had such small notice. Kim instantly knew why it wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world.

Kim sighed as she struggled to get out of her sitting position, the dress obstructing her legs. She got up and walked to the mirror one last time and check if she looked presentable enough to blend in with a bunch of posh, rich people. She managed to add eyeliner and finished with a tad of mascara but she had nothing else to complete the look; only a plain necklace with a small gem as the pendant. She just had to work with what she had. She flipped her hair over to a side part, much different from her usual ponytail where her hair was out of her face and straightened out her dress as it bunched up around her hips. As she looked in the mirror she had a sudden urge to grab her leather jacket and pull it over her shoulders just to hide herself a bit more, but it was strictly 'no leather jackets'.

Huffing, she tore herself away from the mirror not really acting as pristine as she looked, as long as it was enough to blend in. She walked out of the room in the back, checking if her knife was still there. She could feel it rub against her thigh as she walked. She took a few small steps, still getting used to the heels she wore as she marched down the long hallway into the living room where she found Dean and Bela waiting for her.

"You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex," Kim heard Bela as she walked down the long hall.

"Don't objectify me," Dean huffed on the stairs.

"Oh god, make sure I'm not in the state when you do it," Kim walked into the room slowly, the soft yet intimidating sound of her heels clicked after her as she came into view, emerging from the darkness of the hallway. The candlelight shone around the room and landed on Kim.

The sweet, orange light made her glow as she entered the room and caused the necklace that dangled on her chest to shine dimly. Her posture emitted grace as she emerged singly in the room, but that all changed when she stopped walking. She slouched slightly, leaning on one leg. She looked up at Dean as she walked into the room as her eyes flickered to Bela and back.

Kim had seen Dean in a suit many times when they impersonated an officer. A white shirt tucked in with a brown blazer jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders. It was a common sight for her but this was different. Dean wore a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt that was accentuated by a black bow-tie. He looked darkly handsome, a dominating aura radiated off of him as he looked down on Kim. She would be lying to herself if she said he wasn't attractive.

Dean had never seen Kim in a dress before, only jeans and jackets, maybe a skirt if he was observant enough to notice it. He always was. She was stunning as the candlelit room glowed upon her. The sparkle of her necklace danced around the room and the way her hair fell over her shoulder was effortlessly perfect. But nothing compared to the way the dress hugged her usually hidden hips and waist and the shine that illuminated from her sweet brown eyes. All of these were things Kim never saw in the mirror but things Dean noticed straight away, but her exterior doesn't change the fact that she will always be the barbaric badass she always was, even in a dress.

"What?" Kim asked with a huff as she shrugged and let her hands lazily flop back to their sides. Bela rolled her eyes at her unladylike manner but Kim never cared enough about Bela to acknowledge her eye-rolls. Dean was taken out of his trance with her words, but he didn't dare take an eye off of her. She hadn't noticed his eyes glance her up and down in awe.

"Uh, nice dress," he replied as Kim huffed irritated.

"Yeah, well this nice dress is gonna end up in a ripped heap once I'm finished with it. I can barely breathe in this thing let alone hunt," she replied as Dean smirked, twisting her words to match his dirty mind. Kim rolled her eyes at him as he smirked at her. "Yeah, I heard it the second it came out of my mouth."

"Let's go," Dean said, the first to exit the house, Kim and Bela soon after him. They followed him into the Impala and Kim had found her way to the front seat, calling shotgun as they walked. Sam was already there with his date, Gert. He had argued to go with Kim and Kim surely didn't mind, but he needed to attend with Gert under her request I since she was the one that welcomed them to the party in the first place.

•※•

The three of them pulled up in the Impala and walked up into the huge museum, where grand music was being played and men in suits were there to greet people at the door. Dean and Kim had never been to anything this fancy before and they both felt a little out of place as they entered, but Dean took advantage of the luxuries. Bela handed the Maitre'd her invitation which he approved and they began to walk into the celebration. Bells had her arm linked with Dean as Kim stumbled behind the, still getting used to the heels.

"Are you chewing gum?" Bela asked, slightly disgusted as she looked over to Dean. Kim looked over at him and laughed slightly. "Try to behave as if you've lived this life before, yeah?" Dean shrugged and pulled the gum out of his mouth and stuck it under the welcoming silver champagne fountain.

As they entered, Kim looked over to Sam as he stood awkwardly with Gert as she leaned forward into him, he leaned back. When their gaze met, Sam quickly excused himself from their conversation and shuffled over to them as they sat at the bar.

"Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date?" Sam asked, slightly annoyed.

"As long as it takes," Bela replied.

"I'll come a save you if I can," Kim comforted. Sam sent her a small smile as he also looked over Kim but not as noticeably as Dean did.

"Look, there's security all over this place, alright. This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so..." Dean reminded.

"We can crash anything, Dean," Sam said with a sense of confidence.

"Yeah, I know, but this is easier and it's a lot more entertaining," Dean smirked.

"You know there are limits to what I'll do, right?" Sam growled.

"Oh, he's playing hard to get, that's cute. Come on," Dean smirked, "I want all the details in the morning!" Just a Dean, Bela and Kim had got their drinks and were about to walk off, Gert had appeared from the crowd and wrapped her arm around Sam's waist with no restraint of hiding her flirtations.

"I was getting lonely," she cooed at Sam as he looked down on her with a disgusted smile, trying to pull himself from he grasp but she held him firmly, a wrinkly smirk on her face. Dean, Bela and Kim held a smile as they watched him shuffle uncomfortably, "Oh, Alex, I have someone who would like to meet you," Gert said to Bela as an older man walked up to her and grabbed her hand and kissed it. Sam and Bela had an equally disgusted expression on their face, "He wants to talk about a... business exchange,"

Kim chocked back a laugh at the horrified expression on her face as she was pulled from the group by Dean's firm grasp.

"Let's get the job done before Bela finishes her business exchange and get outta here," Dean whispered in Kim's ear. She could feel his hot breath on her cold neck as he spoke. The two of them made their way to the next room as they settled their champagne on a stand at the bottom of the staircase.

"There's security at every door," Kim whispered to him as they looked around.

"Yeah, I don't think we're just gonna be able to waltz upstairs," he said back, "Look at the way they're standing, they're pros. Probably state troopers in mood lighting."

"Well, any ideas?" Kim asked as Dean shook his head.

"You could flirt with them, distract them maybe," Dean suggested, although it didn't sound like he liked that idea and regretted it the second the words left his mouth. Kim shook her head slowly after considering it.

"No, there's literally four of them in this room alone," Kim huffed. Quickly, she looked up at him with a sense of clarity, "Play along," she waited for Dean to look at her for some recognition before she collapsed to the floor and suddenly she felt a strong grasp around her waist that saved her from crashing.

"Honey, honey, are you alright? Waiter, my wife has a severe shellfish allergy. There's no crab in that?" Dean asked as the young waiter rushed up to him named bent down, looking at the 'couple' worriedly.

"No sir," Dean reached out and grabbed a fish cake from the waiters silver platter and quickly shoved it into his mouth.

"They're excellent, by the way," As Kim laid in Dean's arms, a guard walked up to them.

"What seems to be the trouble?" Dean looked up at the guard as he straightened his posture, looking down on them.

"Ahhh, champagne, my wife, she's a lightweight when it comes to the sauce. Is there somewhere I can lay her down till she gets her sea legs back?" Dean asked as the guard looked so rude to see if she should take them upstairs.

"Follow me," The guard smiled as he marched them upstairs.

"Right. Thank you," Dean lifted Kim and a cried her bridal style as he followed him. The guard showed them to their room and Dean placed Kim gently on the couch.

"Thank you very much," he smiled as the guard showed himself out. When the door shut Kim sat up and looked at Dean.

"Thanks for catching me," she smirked as she stood up, straightening out her dress as Dean watched her from a small distance. "Now, it's in room 235 in a locked glass case wired for alarm."

"How'd you know?" Dean asked.

"I looked through the part of the file she didn't show us when she wasn't lookin'," Kim smirked as Dean rose an eyebrow, "I can be mischievous," she smirked wickedly as Dean laughed along, "Let's go," Kim picked herself off and headed towards the door, only to be stopped by Dean's hand.

"Stay, okay. Just in case the guard comes back," before Kim could answer, Dean was already out the door. Kim was about to follow him but the door slammed in her face and she growled in frustration. Rubbing her nose, she huffed and plonked herself on the couch and waited for Dean to be down. She hated waiting, especially when she could be helping.

Groaning, she fiddled with her dress with a blank stare of boredom. The material slipped through her fingers as she played with it. She wanted to get up and go after him, considering she knew where he was and she gave him the information but she knew he was right, she needed to say back just in case the guard came back.

Kim fluffed around the room, looking at the objects on the desk and playing with her knife she hid in her dress. She twirled it around her fingers. Her eyes danced mindless sound in the room when there was a knock on the door. Kim's head snapped in the direction of the noise.

"Sir? Ma'am? Everything alright?" The guard called from outside the door, waiting for someone to answer. Kim looked around furiously, knowing she had to answer otherwise he'd walk in and see Dean was missing. Quickly, thinking on her feet, she quickly took off her heels and messed up her hair, smudging her eyeshadow a bit. She ran to the door. She had a wide smile on her face that could never be trusted, it was always a lie.

She opened the door slightly, just enough to stick her shoulder and head out to make sure he couldn't see into the room. She smirked furiously at him as he shockingly took in her sloppy appearance and drunken behaviour. She smiled and flipped her hair as the guard looked at her in utter surprise.

"Do you have your invitation?" she asked with a childish smile on her face as she played drunk, her heels in her hand. The guard looked at her with a sudden confused look but before she could answer she turned her head around to face the empty room, "Shh! He hasn't answered yet!" Kim laughed. She turned back to the guard who swallowed, undoubtedly insecure about the situation as she waited with a bright smile for his answer. He wasn't trained for this.

"No..." he answered slowly as Kim rose her eyebrows in fake shock.

"You don't!" her cheery expression suddenly changed, "Well, you can't come in," with that, Kim slammed the door in the guard's face and turned around sharply, cringing as she listened for descending footsteps. She hoped he would turn around and walk away without a second thought. As the door slammed closed, she cringed to herself in embarrassment, thankful that Dean wasn't in the room. When she head his footsteps depart from the hallway, she sighed and face-palmed herself as she stayed still in a cringing position. She sighed. She felt utterly stupid, playing a drunken girl but she had no other ideas and it wasn't long until she had to reminded herself that she was a professional hunter.

Soon after, Dean entered the room and took the hand out of his pocket before wrapping it in his pocket handkerchief before putting it back in his inside blazer pocket. Kim swallowed with disgust and curled her lip as she watched Dean put the wrinkly, rotten hand in his pocket.

"That... is the hand of glory?" Kim cringed. Dean scoffed as he put it in his pocket.

"Yeah," the two of them slowly walked out of the room, nonchalantly, their arms linked as Kim wobbled down the stairs with her heels.

"Be careful, she's sneaky," Kim reminded, gesturing to the hand of glory in his pocket. Her warning was less of an actual warning but a distraction from her heel wobbling beneath her. Dean nodded, not paying much attention as he watched Kim tremble. She took another shaky step. "These heels are gonna be the death of me," Kim muttered to herself, feeling the slim heel quiver unstably. She knew something was going to go wrong. Kim took the stairs one step at a time, Dean's arm still linked with hers.

She felt herself slip even before she fell. She stumbled forward, her heel wobbling under her. She looked at the continuous effort stairs in front of her. She was crashing down at an alarming rate. A long arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upwards as she felt gravity take over. She was pulled up towards a hard chest as Kim tried to balance her feet on the ground. She sighed, feeling her ankle wobble in the heel. She groaned and looked up at Dean, his arms still strongly wrapped around her, Dean rose a cheeky eyebrow and Kim scoffed playfully. "I don't do heels,"

Dean smiled and held her as they made their way down the stairs, slowly. Kim safely made her landing on flat ground, stabling her feet as Dean slowly unwrapped his arm from her waist.

"Thanks," Kim thanked softly. Dean nodded and they walked into the party room. Sam was awkwardly dancing with Gert, keeping as much distance he could as Bela was slumped over the bar, listening to an old man jabber away about God knows what.

Dean and Kim walked up to Sam and Gert as Bela excused herself and walked over to them. Bella stood on the other side of Dean, leaning closer to him and whispering in his ear.

"Did you get it?" she whispered softly. Dean turned to her and nodded. She turned to Gert with a smile, "Well, having a nice time?" Bela asked, escaping for her previous conversation.

"He's delightful... he wants me!" Gert whispered in Bela's ear but loud enough for the four of them to hear as Sam, Dean and Kim cringed.

"I'm going to get Gert into a cold shower. See you at the cemetery," Bela smirked, leading Gert away. The three of them nodded

"Great idea," Sam encouraged as they left the room.

"You stink like sex." Sam sent Dean and flat look, which Dean and Kim responded with a smirk as they made their way to the Impala, Sam sighing in relief. They ducked into the car and Kim shuffled comfortably in her spot in the back seat, taking off her heel and sighing in relief.

"You got it right? Tell me I didn't get groped all night by Mrs Havisham for nothing," Sam grunted, undoing his bow tie.

"I got it..." Dean stopped himself and looked at Sam, " Mrs Who?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Never mind, just let me see it." Dean reached into his pocket to grab the hand that was still covered in his handkerchief. He pulled it out and looked at the odd shape in utter shock as he began to furiously unwrap it, "What?" Sam asked. Dean pulled out a glass bottle with a little ship in it out of his handkerchief. Kim looked over his shoulder to form the back seat and her facial expression flattened, as did Sam and Dean's. Dean took a deep breath,

"I'm gonna kill her."

•※•

The three of made their way back to the house, having no reason to go to the cemetery anymore. A tense feeling ran through the air of the car caused by the visible frustration that radiated from the three of them, and although they tried to ignore it, the ride back was filled with angry murmurs from Dean and low, approving grunts from Kim.

The second they entered the house, Kim chucked her heels aside and reached over her shoulder to unzip her dress, as eager to take it off as the heels, but she couldn't reach, her fingertips dancing over the tip of the zip. She stretched her arm over her shoulder as much as she could, her forearm aching as she stretched. She grunted as she reached but she fingertips only gazed over the zip, unable to push it down. Kim shuffled as she reached, quickly retracting her hand when she felt another hand reach for her zip. She felt it glide down her back, her muscles relaxing with freedom. Her hands lifted and pressed her dress to her chest so it wouldn't fall to her feet. When the zipper had reached the bottom, she turned and saw Sam standing over her with a shy smile.

"You looked like you were struggling," Sam smiled slightly.

"Thanks," she smiled, her lips falling to a soft smile.

Kim went to the room as the boys went to theirs, and quickly undressed getting out of their fancy clothes and back into their run of the mill hunters clothes. Kim shuffled into her jeans and flannels as did the boys as they returned to the main room. They sat in the house that was lite with candlelight as the frustration continued to rise in the silence.

"You know what, you're right. I'm not gonna kill her. I think slow torture is the way to go," Dean spat.

"Dean, look, you gotta relax," Sam paused, looking at Dean.

"Relax, oh yeah, yeah, I'll relax," he grunted. "I can't believe she got another one over on us!"

"You and Kim."

"What?" Dean asked, slowly turning to Sam, as if daring him to say it again.

"I...I mean she got one over on you and Kim, not us," he gestures to himself. Kim and Dean stared at Sam with a blank expression.

"Thank you, Sam. Very helpful." Sam looked down uncomfortable. Kim got up from her position and started walking around the room, trying to think of another way to stop the ghost ship. She thought about it as the boys jabbered about something she wasn't interested in when there was an anxious knocking on the door.

"Hello! Could you open up?" Bela's muffled voice was heard from inside as she stood outside, in the shadowy light of the night. Dean opened the door and Sam and Kim rushed over to him, Sam looking over Dean's shoulder and Kim looking under, "Just let me explain... I sold it, I've had a buyer lined up since I knew it existed."

They hesitantly let her in, Kim eyes watching her as she stalked over to the chair and sat down, the three of the looming over her. Dean was right in her face, leaning down intimidatingly. Bela seemed flustered, but she kept her cool like always. Dean looked over at Kim with a raised eyebrow before getting out of her face and walking behind her, shaping his fingers like a gun and aiming it at her, shooting.

"So the whole reason for us going to the Charity Ball was?" Sam asked, dragging it out.

"I needed a cover," she said honestly, "You were convenient," she looked for Sam to Kim, "I didn't really need Kim, in fact, she almost ruined my plans," Bela scowled at her as Kim smirked,

"Glad I could help," Kim smirked back,

"But you do live up to your reputation, 'get's the job done'," Bela added in a way that was so far from a compliment it was insulting.

"I'm not the one barging in and asking for help, two times now, I presume," Kim smirked at Bela, knowing she hated asking for help as much as Kim did. Sam shook his heads at the two of them as they argued like children.

"Look, you sold it to a buyer, just go buy it back," Sam shrugged as if it was nothing.

"It's halfway across the ocean. I can't get it back in time," Bela sighed obnoxiously.

"In time for what?" Dean asked instantly,

"What's going on with you, Bela?" Sam asked seriously, as Dean was more joking. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I saw the ship," Bela fretted,

"You what?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow,

"Now, that makes sense," Kim scoffed as Sam sent her a look. Dean smirked and looked down on Bela as if she was no longer superior.

"Wow, you know, I knew you were an immoral thieving con artist bitch but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower –"

"What are you talking about?" Bela asked,

"We figured out the spirit's motive," Sam said, showing Bela a photo of a different man standing on the ship in an old-fashioned captains outfit. "This is the captain of our ship. The one who hung our ghost boy."

"So?"

"So they were brothers. Very Cain and Abel. So now our spirit, he's going after a very specific kind of target – people who've spilled their own family's blood. See first there was Shelia who killed her cousin in a car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered their father for the inheritance, and now you," Sam sighed in a powerfully knowing way.

"My God," Bela gasped slightly, a dominating smirk on Kim's face. She felt like she had finally got something over her. Bela was losing her power and her independent vibe was crushed beneath her. Kim could feel Bela crumbling as she saw the ghastly expression on her face. Kim wasn't the type to enjoy innocent people suffer, but Bela wasn't very innocent and Kim would be lying if she said she didn't feel satisfied seeing her once superior cockiness dwindle to nothing, essentially begging for help.

Kim's facial expression dropped when a sudden, haunting feeling rose from the pits of her stomach. She would also be lying she said she didn't feel a bit anxious, after all, Bela and Kim weren't so different.

"So who was it, Bela? Hmmm? Who'd you kill? Was it daddy? Little sis, maybe?" Kim shuffled uncomfortably at his words; no one noticed.

"It's none of your business," Bela spat.

"No, you're right. Well, have a nice life – you know, whatever's left of it. Sam, Kim, let's go," Dean said, walking over to his coat, picking it up and placing it over his arm.

"You can't just leave me here," Bela snarled.

"Watch us," Dean spat.

"Please, I need your help."

"You said that last time," Kim reminded, eyeing her angrily.

"Our help? Now how could a couple of serial killers possibly help you?" Dean sassed.

"Okay, that was a bit harsh, I admit it, but it doesn't warrant a death sentence," Bela insisted in a dominant tone, one she couldn't afford.

"That's not why you're gonna die. What did you do, Bela?" Sam asked quickly.

"You wouldn't understand, no one did. Never mind, I'll just do what I've always done, I'll deal with it myself," Bela scoffed standing up, ready to leave. Kim knew that Bela had no other option but for them, but she was so willing to watch her walk out the door without another word.

"You do realise you just sold the one thing that could save your life," Dean scoffed.

"I'm aware," Bela continued.

"But, maybe not the only thing," Sam replied, stopping Bela from walking out the door. The three of them turned to Sam with raised eyebrows.

•※•

The four of them were at the cold, eerie cemetery at night as Sam set up a sacrificial pentagram with five candles at the five-star points. Kim and Dean stood beside Bela, just in case the ghost appeared.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Bela asked Dean, ignoring Kim's presence as she stood casually, she arms folded over her chest.

"Almost definitely not," Dean assured sarcastically, as an angry storm started over their head and a bucket of rain fell from the heavens.

"Sammy, you better start reading," Dean nodded to Sam and Kim got out of her casual stance and pulled out her knife, swirling it between her fingers before holding it tightly. Sam nodded to his brother and started reading a book.

"Aziel, Castiel, Lamisniel, Rabam..." he continued with assorted Latin.

"Stay close!" Dean told Bela as she began to wonder nervously.

"Behind you!" Bela shouted to Dean. He turned around and saw the ghost that automatically sent him flying towards a grave. Dean groaned and shot his gun, completely missing the ghost. Kim turned around and charged at the ghost, but didn't get the chance to stab him before she was flying across the cemetery, just as Dean did. The ghost fought Bela on her cheek as she stood defenceless, unable to con her way out of a real hunt. Kim shuffled up and scuttled towards Bela as she choked up tons of water.

"Sammy, read faster!" Dean yelled as Kim bent down and huddled over Bela, unable to do anything, Dean fastly approaching. Suddenly, Kim saw a ghost appear before the other ghost wearing an old captain's uniform and looked at his brother wearily.

"You... hanged me," the ghost spat through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry."

"Your own brother," he cried.

"I'm so sorry," the Captain said, looking to his brother in a fit of sorrow. The angry ghost charged at his brother, a cry of pain and anger sounded through the air as the two of the disappeared in a burst of water.

The four of them looked at each other as Bela stopped choking on water and began weeping.

•※•

The three of them were at the house, packing, ready to leave. Kim shoved her laptop in her bag and swung it over her shoulder, ready to go.

"You boys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in," Bela announced, her usual cocky smile on her face as she barged into the house and towards them.

"Anyone just did. Have you come to say goodbye or thank you?" Sam asked.

"I've come to settle affairs. Giving the spirit what he really wanted, his own brother – very clever, Sam. So here." Bela reached into her bag and pulled out three wads of cash and chucked them toward the three of them, one for each. "It's fifteen thousand – that should cover it." Kim rose an eyebrow at Bela. "I don't like being in anyone's debt."

"So ponying up fifteen grand is easier for you than a simple thank you? You are so damaged," Dean shook his head but gladly took the money.

"Takes on to know one," Bela smirked, moving her gaze to Kim as if acknowledging her. Kim scoffed slightly and glared back. Bela stood up straight and turned to Kim. "For a teenager, you're not that bad," Bela nodded in acknowledgement, turning around before Kim could comment. "Goodbye lads," she said twirled in her elegant way and strutted her way out, not looking back.

"She's got style, you gotta give her that," Sam acknowledged.

"I suppose," Dean nodded me taking the money.

"You know, Dean, we don't know where this money's been."

"No, but I know where it's going..." Dean laughed as she took Kim and Sam's money and putting it safely in his bag before they swung their bags over their shoulder and walked to this Impala.

Later on, they were driving in the Impala in the early stages of the morning. Kim leaned back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest comfortably, resting he heavy head on her shoulder. She hadn't got a good nights sleep for a while, nor a healthy sized meal but she was slowly getting better, her tired eyes – after months of fighting – had finally become too heavy to keep open and her stomach too sore to refuse.

Sam sat in the front seat, looking at a large, unfolded paper map.

"Seriously, Atlantic City?" Sam asked Dean who had a childish smile on his face, looking forward to throwing away his money on gambling.

"Hell yeah, play some roulette. Always bet on black," Dean responded, his smirk flattered to a line. "Hey listen, I've been doing some thinking. Um, I want you to know I understand why you did it. I understand why you went after the crossroads demon," Sam sighed, "And if the situation was reversed I guess I'd done the same thing. I mean I'm not blind, I see what you're going through with this whole deal, me going away and all that. But you're gonna be okay."

"You think so," It wasn't a question, more of a frustrated statement,

"Yeah, you'll keep hunting, y'know, you live your life. You're stronger than me, you are," Sam clears his throat, "you are... you'll get over it." Dean priced his lips, "And Kim, you're still a teenager, you can do anything. Stay with Sam and hunt – you're good enough to survive. Go live your life, start a family. Only God knows why you were damned to come with us," Kim stayed silent, Dean wasn't looking for a response, "But I want you to know I'm sorry, I'm sorry for... putting you through all this, I am."

"You know what, Dean, go screw yourself," Sam spat,

"What?" Dean asked, a bit shocked.

"I don't want an apology from you – and by the way, I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself," Sam argued, turning to his brother frustratedly.

"Oh, well, excuse me," Dean murmured as Kim listened quietly from the back.

"So will you please quit worrying about me? I mean that's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean, I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying!" Dean said nothing, "So, what, that's it? Nothing else to say for you?" Dean pursed his lips as in little thought, not responding. He only looked straight ahead, out towards the empty road. It always seemed to be lonely whenever they were out, people just seemed to flock away from them.

Dean perched his lips in slight though before responding, "I think maybe I'll play craps."