I know. This is very over-due. I've been having major writer's block (or an urge to write something else [I lost interest]) Whatever you want to call it, it's over... Hopefully. Remember, PM me your ideas for the title of the next book! Contest ends on the Sept. 30 at 9 EST (because that's when Supernatural airs), and I'll announce who won an hour later (10 EST).

When Kitty walked back into the motel room, Skyler looked up at her, expectantly, with raised eyebrows. Of course she wants the story, Kitty thought to herself as she flopped down on her bed and buried her face into the pillow. "I'm marrying an idiot," she said into the pillow.

"I could have told you that," Skyler replied as she laid down beside Kitty. "So what happened?"

"Same old problem," Kitty answered nonchalantly as she rolled over onto her back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Just, you know, Dean going off on his own and bringing in Pestilence's right-hand man. Oh, and it gets better. They're trusting a demon."

"Wait… What?" Skyler asked as she shook her head and glanced at Kitty for clarification. "You're serious?"

"As serious as, heh, the apocalypse," Kitty sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't have a great feeling about how this is going to end."

It took a while, but Kitty and Skyler eventually did fall asleep in the motel room. What made it hard was the fact that people were coming and going every five minutes. That's what happens when you stop, though, at the first motel you find.

The soft, steady buzzing of the cellphone startled Kitty at around two in the morning, interrupting a dream about Jason Statham. "Whoever this is," Kitty whispered, groggily, into the phone as she fumbled the device around in her hand, "better be missing an arm, two legs, and an ear."

"Sam locked me in a bathroom," she heard Dean say on the other end of the phone.

"Great," Kitty mumbled as she pulled the blankets higher up under her chin before placing the phone between the pillow and her ear. "And you're calling me, why?"

There was a pause, and Kitty had almost fallen back asleep when Dean replied, "Look, just tell me one of your amazing secrets for getting out of rooms. You are an expert at escaping, aren't you?"

"If I was," Kitty mumbled as she fought back sleep, "I wouldn't be talking to you right now, now would I? Why don't you just break down the door?"

"You're not helping," Dean complained in a heavy huff. "Go back to sleep. I'll call you in the morning."

"Night, not-Jason Statham," she replied as she pushed the button on her phone and quickly fell back asleep. So Dean was locked in a bathroom. Sometimes, Kitty believed he deserved to be locked up in a bathroom. Sam probably has a good reason for doing that anyway, was the last thing she thought before she fell back asleep.

"So," Skyler drawled as she helped Kitty put their stuff in the back of the Chevelle, "Dean calls you and tells you he's locked in a bathroom, and you just go back to sleep?"

"Yup," Kitty replied with a smile as she shoved her bag into the trunk, then closed the top. She saw Skyler staring at her with a confused look, and Kitty sighed, "What? I was dreaming about Jason Statham! For him interrupting it, he's lucky I don't lock him in a bathroom."

Shaking her head, Skyler walked over to the passenger's side of the car. "You guys are so weird," she whispered as she got into the car.

If Kitty didn't enjoy the way her relationship was, she would have wondered if being weird was good or bad. But that was the furthest though from her mind as she slid into the car and drove back to Bobby's house.

The trip back to Bobby's house seemed to take longer than it did when they left. This time, there was no excited energy buzzing through the car, and no non-stop chatter from Skyler. Both girls were mostly just going through the motions of a road trip, the radio playing whatever was on and the only conversations were those that only lasted a few minutes at most.

"So what do you think Sam and Dean found?" Skyler had asked at one point when they crossed the border back into South Dakota.

"Well," Kitty sighed, as she rested her right hand in her lap and held the steering wheel with her left, "I'm guessing that they have some idea now about where Pestilence is. Maybe even where Death is hiding."

Skyler nodded her head in agreement, and then car fell back into silence all the way back to Bobby's. Even though Kitty and Skyler rarely talked, it was as though they had an understanding. Words didn't have to be said for communication to happen. It was trust factor that covered it.

When the two girls finally walked into Bobby's house, they were greeted with a friendly, "World War Three is about to break out."

Putting her bag on the ground, Kitty shook her head and narrowed her eyes. "One: Hi, Bobby. It's great to see you, too. Two: Why is another World War breaking out?"

"Because Dean is going to kill Sam," Bobby answered simply.

Skyler bent back down and picked her bag up, then headed toward the stairs. "I'm missing this," she stated as she climbed the stairs. "Listening to the two of them bitch is enough to give anyone a headache."

Kitty sighed and pinched her nose, following Bobby into the his study. "And why is Dean going to kill Sam?"

"Because Sam has decided to tell Lucifer 'yes.'"

If it was possible, Kitty's jaw would have hit the floor, it hung open so far. "Are you kidding me?" she almost shouted. "First Dean, now Sam? Can these do anything without self-sacrificing?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kitty heard Dean shout as he opened the door to Bobby's house. "I mean, you—you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this?" Dean stopped in the study, Sam on his heels, and looked at Kitty and Bobby. "Did either of you know about this?"

"Just found out myself," Kitty replied as she shook her head. "Bobby told me."

"Well," Dean smirked as he looked over at Bobby, "thanks for the heads up!"

"Hey," Bobby said, stern but calm. "This ain't about me."

Dean took in a deep breath, as though he was going to argue with Bobby, but turned to Sam. "You can't do this."

"That's the consensus," Sam replied, still fairly calm.

"All right," Dean grumbled as he racked a hand through his hair. "Awesome. Then, end of discussion. When his phone started to ring, he pulled it out, pointed at Sam and said, "This isn't over," then finally answered his phone. "Cass? … We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you, man? … Are you okay? … You want to elaborate? … S-so, a hospital? … Uh, well, I got to tell you, man. You're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box. … It's a long story, but, look, we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here… What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo? … Alright, look, no worries. Bobby's here. He'll wire you cash."

"I will?" Bobby asked, and Kitty shook her hand at him, silently demanding for him to be quiet so she could hear the rest of Dean's conversation.

"Cass… It's okay. … Thank you. I appreciate that." When Dean finally hung up, he looked back at the rest of them and sighed heavily. "Well, turns out that Cass is now more human than angel."

"Is that even possible?" Kitty asked as she sat down on the window seat and leaned against the wall. "An angel to turn human?"

"Apparently so," Dean also sighed. "Look, We need to leave now. Who knows how much longer Pestilence will be there for much longer. Kitty, you coming?"

Jumping to her feet, she took three big strides over to Dean, kissed his cheek, then walked over and picked up her bag. "You really thought I'd miss out on this? That's soo cute!"