A/N: So, I've been meaning to say this, but I guess I just forgot. Anyways, in the first "episode" ("Another Hunter"), Kara had this spiffy little bookshop. Apparently, this bookshop seemingly has two different names: A Page in Time and Wrinkled Pages. The name is actually supposed to be A Page in Time. Wrinkled Pages was an idea I was playing with, and I guess I completely forgot about it when I posted the chapter…oops. Thank you, Renevatio, for pointing this out to me. I never would have realized it by myself.

Anyways, on with the story!!

Kara lay still, staring at the ceiling. She was starting to feel like things were better and that the dreams were really just some random silliness in her head. It wasn't real and it didn't mean anything.

Feeling better, Kara sat up. "I take it Dean's still mad at me?"

Sam closed his laptop and turned to Kara, obviously uncomfortable. Kara didn't care. She needed Dean to stop with his crap; otherwise things would never be the same between the three.

Sam seemed to see this and replied with a shrug. "I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"Come on, Sam. I know you guys talked last night. What the hell is Dean's problem?"

Sam started to turn away from Kara, but Kara wasn't in the mood to allow it. "Damn it, Sam, don't turn away from me!" she yelled, a little more loudly then she aught to.

Sam sopped and looked at Kara. It was obvious that he didn't want to answer.

"He hates me," Kara concluded.

"No, Kara, Dean doesn't—"

"Shut up, Sam. I know he does. It's pretty damn obvious." Kara tried not to raise her voice, but she just couldn't help it.

Sam pressed his lips together and tried to speak again, his voice calm and controlled. "Kara, listen to me, Dean doesn't hate you."

Kara raised her eyebrows in disbelief and crossed her arms, but kept quiet.

Sam didn't continue, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to tell Kara what Dean had really said, because he knew how pissed off at Dean she would be. Sam was trying to do whatever possible to preserve what was left of Kara and Dean's already fragile relationship. The two fought often enough as it is, all hell would break loose if Kara knew what Dean had said.

Not to mention she'd probably leave the two because of it. Sam knew that they needed Kara, and Sam knew that Dean did, too, although he would never admit it out loud. Kara was an extraordinary addition to their hunts, and working without her would be horrible.

Kara sensed Sam's dilemma, and decided to let it drop—for now. She would have to have a little chat with Dean later. "Sam, don't worry about it. He's your brother and too much of a pansy to tell me himself."

Sam sighed in relief, and Kara laughed. "Whatever. He'll get over it in a few days, anyway," she said.

Sam nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah. No matter how pissed you two are at each other, you can't go very long without talking."

Kara thought about that. She had never realized it, but Sam had a point. In the end, things were always okay between her and Dean, even if it took a few days.

Wanting to change the subject, Sam reopened his laptop. "So, there really doesn't seem to be anything huge going on right now."

Kara pulled the other chair so she was sitting next to Sam and could see the laptop screen. "No, there's always something. Whether it's some pissed off, vengeful poltergeist or flesh-eating clowns, there's always something."

Sam smiled. As sad as it was, Kara was right.

"Maybe we're just not looking in the right places," Kara said. She grabbed her own laptop and flipped it open. She began typing furiously in multiple search engines and newspaper sites. She was a woman on a mission, determined to find something—anything—to hunt.

Sam sighed and shook his head. He turned back to his own laptop and began doing the same.

The two weren't working for very long when it happened. Kara began to feel warm, and her heart rate quickened. She wasn't sure why until she looked over at Sam, whose eyes were on her. Trying to fight the sudden rush of emotion, Kara stood up and walked over by the beds. Sam, too, stood up, but he had no place to go.

And then it got worse.

Kara had no control over her body and was soon standing before Sam. And then it was like she didn't want to control these alien feelings. Her breathing shallow, Kara's heart was pounding, beating wildly in her chest, like it was on the verge of exploding. And before she knew what was going on, Sam's hands were on her hips, pulling her closer. She slid one arm around his neck and another ran through his thick, dark hair. She gazed into Sam's eyes and saw the same fiery passion that had unexpectedly ignited in her self.

Their breath mingled and Kara closed her eyes, reaching up to feel Sam's warm lips on her own.

"What the hell?"

Before their lips could touch, the two were interrupted. And thank God for that. Kara's eyes flew open and her lips snapped shut. Her body froze, and she felt cold, as if someone had doused the fire with a bucket of icy water. The hot fervor that coursed through her body moments earlier was gone, replaced by horror, confusion, and embarrassment.

The same seemed to be for Sam, as he, too, tensed the moment the door had opened. He let go of Kara's waist, who, in turn, unwrapped her arms from around his neck.

"Oh, don't stop on account of me," Dean smirked. Kara wasn't sure what was more obvious in his words, the sarcasm or the venom.

Finally, Kara's mind had caught up with her actions as the realization hit her. "Oh, God," she said quietly. "I can't believe that just happened."

"You can't believe that happened? I think my eyes were just burned. I'm going to have to kill myself to get that image out of my mind," Dean sneered.

"Dean, nothing happened," Sam immediately defended.

Dean didn't believe him. "Which means that something most definitely did happen."

Kara couldn't take it anymore. If she stayed in that room any longer, she would be sick. "Excuse me," she said softly as she shoved passed Dean and went to her car.

Dean turned to her. "What? Not hungry? Or did you already feed your appetite?"

Dean's words only fueled Kara to move faster. Trying her best to ignore him, she hopped into her Camero, turned the ignition, and sped out of the small parking lot.

Dean turned back to Sam and raised his eyebrows at him. He couldn't believe what had just happened, what he had seen. He couldn't decide if whether or not he wished he'd walked in later.

"Dean, nothing happened," Sam repeated.

"You said that already," Dean noted.

"Dean, you've got to believe me," Sam pleaded.

"Sam, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a guy, and Kara's a good-looking girl, if redheads are your type. You've got needs."

"Dean, it's not like that, okay?!" Sam raised his voice slightly. Why didn't Dean understand?

"Don't tell me you've got feelings for the girl!" Dean said in shock and disbelief.

"No, Dean, it's nothing like that. I mean, Kara's a friend, but it's not like I'm in love with her or something."

"Then what?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. It just…happened. I couldn't control it."

Dean immediately blocked the flood of unwanted mental images trying to play in his mind. Sam was his brother, but there were some things that he didn't ever want to know.

"Sam, that's called 'lust'," he said sarcastically.

Annoyed, Sam sighed. "No, Dean, listen to me. It's not what you think it is."

"Don't give me that crap, Sammy. I know what I saw. A few minutes later, and who knows what would have happened."

Sam was beginning to get frustrated with Dean. He didn't have those kind of feelings for Kara, and it certainly wasn't lust. It had to be something else entirely. But what could make him feel those things, that heat? He felt a sudden passion, that much was obvious, but why? Sam had to agree with Dean on one thing, however. A few minutes later and who knows what would have happened.

"God, Sam, I get scolded if I look at Kara the wrong way, and your practically making out with her in some cheap motel. Aren't you the one who told me not to mix business with pleasure?" Dean was obviously disconcerted by what he had walked in on, and Sam's denial was angering him more.

Sam sighed, exasperated. He knew that nothing he said would persuade Dean to see reason, so he might as well stop trying. "Whatever, Dean. We should just find some work to do before we find ourselves out of a job."

Dean couldn't agree more. He walked the rest of the way into the room and shut the door behind him. He handed Sam his sub and took out his own, eating noisily as Sam typed at his computer. Dean soon opened a bottle of beer from the six-pack that was originally meant for the three to share. Didn't look like that was going to be happening. Oh well. More for me! Dean thought.

A couple hours of futile searching later, Kara returned without a word. She had, once again, forgot her key, so she had to get in through the Winchesters' room. She knocked on the door and Dean answered. She refused to meet his as she entered the room.

"Anything?" she asked.

"Nope," Dean answered. Kara grabbed her laptop and went to return to her room. It seemed like Dean was about to stop her, but he didn't. Kara was able to retreat to the safe quiet of her room without interruption.

Kara sat on her bed, ready to get some work done. But her mind was far from work. She had thought that the four hours driving around and wasting gas was enough to clear her mind, but, apparently, it wasn't. She just couldn't figure out what had happened earlier, between her and Sam. She knew she wasn't in love with him, or even attracted to him. He was her friend, that was all. But why? Why is this happening?

She couldn't figure it out. The dreams, plus that day's "episode", it was confusing. All this added to Dean's most recent behavior; Kara wasn't sure how much more she could handle.

I've been working with Sam and Dean for weeks. Maybe it's taken its toll on me, Kara thought. She remembered her run and lack of independence. Everything now had to be done in a committee, Kara had no freedom. Not to mention it was automatically her job to play tiebreaker between Dean's rash plans and Sam's thought-out ones.

And she was sick of it. Everything she wanted to do had to be approved by the Winchesters. As if they were in charge, or something. Kara had never had to have her plans approved, not since she quit training and became a real hunter. Not since Marcus died. For nine years, Kara researched alone, planned alone, and fought alone. And she was doing just fine until these two showed up and took over. It was as if they controlled her.

But Kara didn't have to be controlled. There's an easy way to get out of this, Kara thought. Part of her couldn't believe the thoughts going through her mind and part of her wondered why she didn't think of it sooner.

She could leave.

At any time, any place, Kara could always leave the Winchesters. It's not there was really anything forcing her to stay, nothing keeping her with them. In fact, why was she with them at all? Because of Jesse? That's why she went in the first place, but why did she stay? She and Dean fought constantly, and now this weird…thing with her and Sam.

"Kara, get your ass out here."

Kara was pulled out of her thoughts by a loud knock and Dean's voice. Speak of the devil, she couldn't help but think. Sighing exasperatingly, Kara got off of her bed and opened the door connecting the two rooms. Without a word, she entered the room and shut it behind her. She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at Dean. "You called?" she asked, her voice full of mock charm and sarcasm.

"Pack your things, we're going to the Roadhouse," Dean demanded.

Like Hell we are, Kara thought. You're not in control anymore. "No."

"What?" Dean asked, surprised at being questioned.

"No."

"Oh, really?"

"Really. I'm not going to the Roadhouse." Things were awkward enough the last time she was there. Kara was actually a bit surprised that Dean wanted to go there. He must be really desperate for a job. Then again, so am I.

Dean scoffed. "Since when did you start making all the decisions around here?"

"Since when did you?"

"I'm oldest."

Now it was Kara's turn to scoff. "So? In case you haven't noticed, Dean, I don't give a damn. I'm done taking your orders; we're doing things my way."

Dean turned to Sam, and the two exchanged a look. Dean mouthed something to him, but Kara couldn't pick it up. She could lip read, but she was perfect, plus, Dean's head was turned to the side. Oh well. He was probably complaining about her, anyway.

"Why do you think you get to be in charge?" Dean asked.

"Dean, I've been working alone for nearly a decade—ten whole years—without you, and I've been doing just fine." Kara knew she was being mean to Dean, but didn't he deserve it? The way he'd been treating her, added to the unexplainably weird Sam thing, Kara was a little…high strung.

Dean raised his eyebrows, but didn't say a word about it. He'd promised him self that he would try to make things go back to normal. "Alright then, no Roadhouse." Dean thought about something else. "How about Bobby Singer? He's another hunter, we could call him."

"Yeah, I know Bobby," Kara said.

Dean, wondering why Bobby had never said anything about Kara before, grabbed his cell phone and hit Bobby's speed dial.

"Hello?" Bobby picked up on the second ring.

"Bobby? It's Dean. What're you up to?"

A/N: Alrighty, then, well, there ya go!! Sorry that this "episode" is taking sooo long, it's kind of hard for me to write. But I promise to have more up ASAP!!