It was the same night, but by now the night had turned to early morning and no one had got any sleep. Dean hadn't emerged from the basement since Kim left him there in the dust, but she could hear him yelling at Sam, telling him how disappointed he was in him, calling him weak, desperate, pathetic, a liar. Kim and Bobby listened from the living room as Kim sat in an armchair, her legs curled underneath her.

She sat with a cup of coffee containing forty per cent coffee and sixty per cent whisky. Bobby sat at his desk eyeing Kim off carefully, she could see him from the corner of her eye and she sighed. Everyone who Kim had learnt to trust were the first people to lose faith in her as they became more aware of her situation. The look Bobby gave her made her wonder if he had lost trust and faith in her too.

Shaking her head softly, she took a sip of her 'coffee' and sighed as it burned her throat. The heat of the coffee and the burn of the liquor warmed her up, but it was nothing compared to the cold stare Bobby was giving her.

"Dean told you," Kim sighed softly, not looking up at Bobby as he stared at her, keeping her vision on her drink.

"He may have said some things," Bobby huffed, still staring at her viciously, making Kim visibly angry.

"Quit the glare, would ya?" Kim huffed. "I'm not gonna kill you?" Bobby rolled his eyes and tore his eyes away from her, returning to his work on his desk as Kim returned to her drink, taking another sip.

Minutes have passed and Kim still felt Bobby's glares towards her. They were short and quick as if he was looking at a bomb about to blow. He thought she couldn't see his quick glares, but they were more than obvious and she wasn't about to hang around where she wasn't welcome.

"Yeah, I'm done," she sighed, getting up and sculling the rest if her 'coffee'. Bobby shot up immediately in defence and Kim raised an eyebrow in amusement. Kim could see him reaching under his desk for a gun and Kim smirked. She took a step towards Bobby, she smirked perfectly sinister and she heard the gun click, her smirk only grew and she took another step. Bobby whipped out the gun from under his desk and aimed it at Kim, but she didn't even hesitate to take another step.

"I guess Dean forgot to tell you that you can't kill me," Kim smirked evilly, finding the horror in his expression quite amusing. She took another step, almost directly in front of the desk and Bobby immediately took a shot.

He fired the gun at Kim's shoulder and she hissed in pain. She could feel the warm blood drip from her wound as she took another step. This time Bobby shot directly into Kim's chest and she wallowed in pain, her hand flying to her wounded area. Bobby expected her to fall to the floor, her lifeless body underneath him, but she only screamed. The pain was fast and hot, and it continued to linger. It was wrenching as Kim took a deep breath in, determined to show she was better than him. Putting pressure on her wound and her head hung, she looked up at him angrily. She stared at him as she pulled out the bullet from her chest with her fingers and threw it on the floor.

"Nice try," she breathed, feeling the blood pour out of her and around her hand as she put pressure on the wound. She smirked as Bobby took a frightened step back. Kim huffed and spat a mouthful of blood on his floor. Moving towards his desk, Kim kept eye contact with his as she leaned over the desk and grabbed her car keys from the second draw down. Holding the up, she smirked and turned to leave, gathered what she could, leaving her knife behind in the rush and not saying another word, only leaving a trail of blood behind her.

She marched outside and headed toward her car, unlocking it as she walked. The car clicked open and she limped over to the car, pulling the door open with her injured arm. She groaned in pain and let her arm go limp from pain and exhaustion. She panted, the wind was taken from her as she walked. Her hand was pooling with blood and she tried to climb into her tall car, using her injured arm to pull herself up, but she was too sore. Cursing to herself, she heard a voice calling her from behind.

She turned her head to see Dean looking at her from Bobby's balcony, calling out to her. She sighed and rolled her eyes. His voice was the only motivation she needed to ignore the pain and pull herself into the car. With a small cry of pain, she plonked herself in the car and slammed the car door shut as Dean started running to her.

"Kim!" he called. "Come on!" he called out, running up the car. Kim put the keys in the ignition and listened to the car purr. Dean heard the motion to move and ran in front of the car in an effort to stop her from driving off. Kim sighed and rolled her eyes, putting her foot on the petal to make the car rev, but Dean didn't even flinch.

"Don't think I won't run you over," Kim yelled out to Dean once she stuck her head out the window.

"Stay Kim, we need your help," Dean sighed, not moving from in front of the car.

"What? 'Cause I can kill Lilith?" she sassed. "Or because you need to keep an eye on me and make sure I don't kill anyone. Or maybe you need me as a human shield, considering I just got shot in the chest and am not dead!" Kim hissed.

"You know I wouldn't do that," Dean huffed.

"Do I?" she asked, leaving her words lingered in the air for a minute. She sighed and shook her head, putting the car into drive and driving quickly around Dean. Groaning as she drove, she pulled out the bullets from her shoulder, throwing it out the open window and towards Dean, leaving him in a pile of her own dust.

She didn't know where she was going or what she would do, but she wasn't going to hang around people who were willing to harm her when she did nothing wrong. She couldn't control who she was or the abilities she held. It fired up when she was scared or angry, she never really had much control over them and she knew that made her unpredictable and unreliable, but she wasn't a monster, morally, and it hurt her that Bobby and Dean didn't see that after all the years she has been with them.

She groaned as she drove, the blood still pouring out of her and her hand still applying as much pressure as it could, but even with the punctured heart and blood loss, she didn't feel faint or permanently injured. Of course, it still hurt like any other time she had been shot. Sighing, she looked lowly down the road, questioning her how she ended up in this situation and continued to drive into the horizon.

•※•

Kim drove until her car ran out of gas, which was longer than she expected. She drove for miles with her car telling her to fill up, but she was too distracted by her own mind and her own thoughts. She just kept her foot on the pedal and didn't take it off until the car stopped rolling.

She had stopped on the outskirts of some town she wasn't planning to stay in long. In fact, that was her only plan, to keep driving and driving until she ran out of petrol again. She wouldn't stop for food or a toilet break and God knows she definitely won't stop for a nap, she wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.

The bags under her eyes were getting darker and bigger with every hour she refused to sleep, and her hair was shaggy and messy from undernourishment and her muscles were sore from lack of attention.

Kim hopped out of the car, her hand still pressed to her chest. Slowly, as she stood outside, she released her hand from her chest, feeling the dry blood crinkle over her hand and shirt. She was drenched in blood and her hands looked like she just dipped them in blood. Kim sighed and quickly took off her shirt and threw it in the trunk of her car. The warm air was cool on her naked skin as she undressed. She searched through her bag to find a clean shirt and new bra, both were ruined. After grabbing the first top and bra she could find, she took off her bra and replaced it with the fresh new one. She looked at her pants and saw that they were mostly clean, only a large blob of blood at the top of her waistband and a few sprinkles of blood below which could easily be covered by her shirt.

Annoyed, she pulled her shirt down to cover the stain and slammed her trunk shut, making the long walk towards the gas station. She rubbed her eyes as she walked, down the hill towards the town, trying to keep her eyes open. She was extremely tired but whenever she laid down or closed her eyes, she could never sleep. She was forever restless and could never be tired enough to actually sleep.

The town was like any other, kind of quiet, kind of busy. Small shops dotted the streets and a small park was in the centre of the town where Kim heard children scream and play. Their loud, high pitched voices irritated her greatly as she walked passed and she prayed the gas station was close by.

She looked around the town and it was quite nice and safe looking. The trees were tall and green, but mostly, they were everywhere. The town was littered with different types of trees of different shades and heights. It was quite beautiful. Everywhere Kim walked she was walking under the shade of trees and leaves. Kim looked up at the tree above her and saw the different shades of green and how they looked different as the sun shone through them and Kim ginned ghostly.

Kim made it to the gas station and bought a container to hold the gas and filled up the container as much as she could before walking inside and paying for the gas. The container was huge and when it was filled with liquid, it got heavier. Kim heaved the filled container to the counter and paid for it, and she sighed as she realised she had to lug it up a hill and to her car.

Groaning, she heaved the container and started to march back to her car. She walked back past the street and shops, under the trees and pass the children's playground. Kim walked pass a family enjoying their day in the sun. Two children playing on the playground while the husband and his wife enjoyed a chat on the bench, watching over them. They were laughing and smiling the widest smile Kim had ever seen, pure and genuine. Their children would run off the playground and into their arms and the parent would hug and kiss them lovingly, before taking their kids back home without the fear of when their parent would have to leave for work and wonder if they were ever going to come back.

Kim started to scowl unconscionably, unknowingly quickening her pace. She wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, and although she dreaded the hill her car was parked on top of but she much rather tackle the hill than have to watched that sickening family anymore.

She marched up the hill and her car was in sight. Her arms were heavy as she felt like her shoulder had been pulled out of its socket it was so heavy. Heaving the container one more meter to her car, she poured the gas into her car. She watched as she filled up the car and emptied the container, her arms crying in pleasure as it got lighter. She put the container on her trunk and drove off to nowhere in particular.

She drove past other towns and ignored calls coming from her phone, but it just kept ringing. Sighing, she picked up the phone to see who it was, and she saw the name 'Dean' she muted it and threw her phone into the back of the car.

•※•

Kim drove until she found a motel a couple towns away. She pulled up to the motel and parked her car in a car park in the furthest corner of the motel. Hopping out of the car, she walked up to the register and ordered a room. The hotel wasn't shabby at all, quite nice actually, something to keep Dean off her heel as she ran. She wasn't even sure he was looking for her, but it was better if she covered her tracks anyway.

"One room, please," Kim asked, pulling out some cash from her bag so that she couldn't be tracked.

"We have two rooms left, the honeymoon suite or the deluxe suite," the man behind the register said.

"Whichever's cheaper," Kim huffed and the man nodded.

"Deluxe suite it is. They're right next to each other anyway," he said. "Here's the keys." He handed them over and Kim took them off him.

"Thanks," she replied, grabbing her duffel bag from the floor and swung it over her shoulder. Marching to her room, she opened the door and threw herself inside. She had been driving all day and she promised herself she wouldn't stop unless she was on the verge of fainting, and she wasn't, but she knew why she stopped.

She was hungry, bored, tired and sore. Her muscles were aching and her eyes were about to shut. Her wounds were clearing up but it still hurt for her to lift anything or bend over. She laid down on the bed and rested her head on the pillow. She really wanted to sleep, desperately needed a good few hours to recharge. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to overtake her, she didn't even bother to get a meal to eat all day.

She was so tired and heavy, but she never felt the tiniest bit sleepy. She tossed and turned, but she refused to open her eyes. She shoved the sheets between her legs and the pillow in front of her to hold to try and help her sleep, but it was useless. Minutes turned into hours and the night turned into morning and she hadn't slept a minute, but she did get a nice rest.

Groaning, she rolled out of bed and checked her phone and realised it was earlier than she thought.

5:42

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, swinging her feet off the bed. Her stomach growled for food but she couldn't bare to think of eating. She sighed, walking into the bathroom and took a shower. The water fell down her body as she stepped into the shower and she relaxed her muscles and washed her wounds and they cleared up, a lot faster than they should have.

She just stepped out of the shower when there was a knock on the door. Quickly, she dried herself off and called the person outside.

"I'll be out in a minute," she called, but she heard the knocking again. She rushed and rapidly gathered her clothes, stepping unstably into her pair of pants, hopping around the room. The knocking continued. "I'll be there is a minute!"

Pulling her pants all the way up she grabbed her top and threw it on.

"I'm coming!" she screamed, jogging towards the door, half dressed and wet hair dripping down her top. The knocking continued until she threw open the door but no one was there. Kim furrowed her eyebrows and reached for her gun which would normally be in her waistband, but she had no time to grab it before the guest knocked the door down and she was unarmed. She took a step outside and looked both ways to see if anyone was there.

There was not.

Sighing and rolling her eyes, she turned to go inside when she saw a brown-haired, muscular figure sitting on the couch in her room, his back facing her. Kim quickly reached for a gun that was in her duffel bag near the bed and held it up and aimed for his head.

"Stand up. Now!" Kim ordered as she moved towards the figure cautiously and slowly, moving around the couch so she could see his face. Her eyes scanned him as he sat comfortably, even though she aimed a gun toward him. She scanned his face and let out a great sigh and let her arm go limp, lowering her gun and rolling her eyes.

"Are you always so dramatic?" she huffed, looking into his whisky eyes.

"I like to keep it exciting," he smirked and hopped up from his seat. Magically, he twirled his hand in the air and a handful of candy appeared in his hand. "Candy?" he offered. Kim eyed him suspiciously, before reaching out and grabbing a peanut m&m and popped it into her mouth. It was the first thing she had eaten in two days and the second it entered her stomach, it made her nauseous. The Trickster smirked and threw some candy into his mouth as he eyed her. "You look like you haven't eaten in day's, sweetheart," he added, walking towards her.

"That's cause I haven't," she replied, crossing her arms. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth, and with a quick click of his fingers, a large buffet of food appeared on the table behind them.

"Well, you have an endless supply of food now so dig in," he said, gesturing to the table. "Go on, what're you waiting for?" he smirked. Kim looked at the table and them back to the Trickster.

"No, I can't eat. I'll be sick," she sighed wiping her head. "Why are you being so nice to me, anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know," he smirked, moving over to her. "I'm in the generous mood."

"Yeah, well, last time I saw you, you threw me into an imaginary world where monsters tried to kill me and my family," Kim huffed, taking a step back.

"Any different from the real world?" Trickster asked, grinning. Kim pursed her lips and through for a second.

"Not the point," she said, relaxing her strict posture.

"How's the whole running from Heaven and Hell going for you?" he asked, catching Kim off guard, making her choke a little bit.

"What?" Kim choked.

"You know. You're mysterious power that all the angels and demons want," he reminded derogatory tone, making Kim roll her eyes. "The uncontrollable ability and pain and what-not," he rolled on.

"Yeah, I get it. How do you know about that?" she asked.

"Oh, every mythical Tom, Dick and Harry know about you," he emphasised and Kim furrowed her eyebrows.

"Oh- Oh great," she sighed angrily, running her hand through her damp hair. "Oh, this is just fantastic. What the hell am I gonna do?"

"What you were meant to do in the first place," the Trickster enthused. "You need to end this, Kim. Not those morons, the angles have them stuffed like puppets. You! It was always you!" he shouted at her as if everything he had just said made sense to her. Kim furrowed her eyebrows.

"My job?" she said, marching up to the Trickster and he put his hand up in surrender. "What do you know?"

"Hey, I'm just here to check up on you. Make sure no demon or angle kidnaps you like before," he argued with a smirk and Kim stopped in her tracks.

"How did you know about that?" she asked softly, remembering the torture she was put through. "What do you know about me?" She looked down at the through and sighed, before looking up in one sharp movement; he was gone.

•※•

The day was going by smoothly and Kim had gone out for a few hours until it was a reasonable hour for people to be awake. She arrived back at her motel room with only one shopping bag in her hand, which was more than she expected honestly, but she saw a book in the window of an antique store and she couldn't resist buying 'The Scarlet Letter'. It had been a while since she had a new book to read, and although she didn't remember how she ended up with the 'Mary Poppins's' novel she was glad she had it.

As she walked to her hotel room, she heard something familiar in the room she was walking past. Kim furrowed her eyebrows and intrusively stopped at the door to listen more carefully. She knew it was morally wrong but she didn't regret it for a second when she heard what she did.

"- because the final seals are breaking," a woman's voice spoke, but it was slightly muffled by the wall in between them.

"How many are left?" a familiar voice said, but she couldn't make it out, the muffling was too great.

"Three...two..."

"What? Where are the angels?" the male voice asked.

"Screwing the pooch, wherever they are. The point is, it's looking more and more like we're getting down to the final seal. And I found out something big," the female voice said and Kim leaned in closer.

"What?"

"Seal sixty-six. It can't be broken by just any demon. Apparently, only Lucifer's first can do it," the female voice continued.

"Lucifer's first?" the man's voice said, and Kim furrowed her eyebrows.

"Lilith," Kim whispered to herself before grabbing her gun from her waistband and holding it up. Kim quickly looked around before kicking the door in, marching in with the gun aim. Kim searched the room, which was filled with shades of red, white and pink. Obviously the honeymoon suite. Kim turned towards the bed and saw two familiar people laying half naked in the heart-shaped bed, covered by the bed sheet.

Kim cringed in disgust and gaged, quickly closing her eyes and turning away.

"What the hell, Sam!" Kim grimaced, trying to erase the imagery in her head of him and Ruby in bed together.

"You're the one that marched in here, kicking the door open," Ruby excused dramatically. Kim shivered in disgust as she heard them shuffle to put the clothes on.

"Is it clean? Can I turn around," Kim cringed, still shielding her eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic," Ruby sighed. "You can look." Kim turned around slowly, still covering her eyes and peeking out of a hole between her fingers. When she saw they were to of bed and fully dressed, she proceeded to take her hands off her eyes and sigh in relief.

"How did you find me?" Sam asked, walking up to her slowly.

"Oh, God, I wish I didn't," Kim choked. "No, I'm in the hotel room next to you. I may or may not have heard you talk about Lilith and I got suspicious. I thought you were in the panic room."

"Yeah, thanks for that," Sam scoffed, moving away from her and standing back with Ruby.

"Hey!" Kim said defensive. "I wasn't part of that plan. Dean was gonna lock me up in there with you. It's not like I'm the one drinking from a demon," she scoffed. "Oh yeah, thanks for telling Dean I almost killed Lilith. Now he's scared of me and told Bobby, and the cherry on top in that Bobby shot me in the chest!" Kim huffed dramatically.

"He what!?" Sam rushed, looking over to Kim.

"How are you still alive?" Ruby said nervously. "How did you almost kill Lilith?"

"Oh, you didn't tell your pet. I would have thought she was the first person you'd tell," Kim scoffed.

"I-I'm sorry Kim, you scared me. I mean, you almost killed Lilith without any hesitation because you were angry while I had to drink all this demon blood just to match that power," Sam tried to explain.

"Oh, I get it. You didn't want me to take your thunder, you know, cause if Dean figured out that I could kill Lilith you would have no excuse to drink demon blood."

"No, Kim-"

"So you made me look dangerous," Kim breathed in realization.

"No, I was scared because if you did that when you were angry with Lilith, what would you do to us?" he continued.

"So you don't trust me?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course not, but I kept your little drinking habit to myself!" Kim spat. The room fell silent as Ruby took a step back from Kim, and Kim saw, adding a smirk to her lips. "Get back to your conversation," Kim huffed. "I want to know."

"Okay, well. Demon Sunday School story. God prefers humans to angels. Lucifer gets jealous and then he gets creative. And he twists and tempts a human soul into the very first demon as a 'screw you' to God. It's what got him locked up in the first place," Ruby continued to explain, looking to Kim cautious every now and hen.

"That was Lilith?" Sam asked.

"She's way older than she looks," Ruby scoffed.

"Wait. So if Lilith is the only one who can break the final seal, if I get to her in time-"

"Then Lucifer never busts out of his cage. Exactly," Ruby encouraged and Kim raised an eyebrow.

"Great. You figure out where she is?"

"The bitch can hide. But I finally have a lead on someone who might be able to help us. I closed in on a member of Lilith's entourage. You might call her a personal chef," Ruby continued as Kim raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"Chef? Seriously? What does she eat?" Sam cringed.

"You don't want to know," Ruby replied solemnly.

"You believe this?" Kim asked, looking at Sam.

"Ruby's never let me down," Sam replied.

"Oh, oh yes she has. Remember when she promised she could stop Dean from going to Hell and he still did? I would call that a letdown," Kim huffed and the room stayed silent. "Well, both of you have let me down so I'm just gonna go. Try not to kill yourself, Sam." Kim got up and towards the door was quickly stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.

"You're not gonna tell Dean what happened, are you?" Sam asked rapidly, quite nervous.

"I don't see why I shouldn't," Kim shrugged ripping her shoulder from his grip.

"Please, Kim," he begged and Kim smirked, looking around Sam to Ruby with a smirk on her face,

"It's cute when he begs, isn't it?" Without waiting for a reply, she exited their hotel room and entered her's, quickly packing her things and moving back to her car. Climbing into her car, she drove down the road with every care in the world seemingly on her shoulders. She didn't look back, and Kim drove until her car ran out of gas.

Kim kept driving as the day ran out and she had a lot of time to think. She couldn't help but feeling increasingly guilty when she thought about Sam, not that she was the one that locked him in the panic room, but she was the one who left him to make the worst decision he would ever make which seemed just as bad.

Her eyes scanned the road as the orange set and the sky turned pink and yellow. The tall trees that dotted around swayed in the light wind and the clouds softly drifted above her head, she decided to pull over. Pulling her car over and stepped out, she felt the twilight wind drift through her hair and across her skin. She breathed in the cool air, sighing satisfied. Leaning on her opened door, she watched the glow from the sun dwindle in its last moments before it was completely gone, and Kim was left in a grey landscape; that was when she decided to turn around.

•※•

Kim had just pulled her car into the car park of the hotel and was walking up to Sam and Ruby's hotel room when she saw Ruby sprint for her life from the room. Kim was just coming up the hall when she saw her escape. Without realising Kim was there, Ruby charged straight for her as she looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her. As Ruby ran past, Kim grabbed her arm forcefully. Ruby was shocked by the strong grip that stopped her from running and Kim dragged her back into the hotel room. Kim pulled Ruby into the hotel room as she pushed her way through the door as Ruby struggled.

"Hey Sam looks like your pets tried ran away," Kim yelled as she entered the room and threw Ruby in front of her. Kim quickly silenced her voice when she saw Dean, and she quickly crossed her arms.

"Kim?" Dean asked, surprised. "Don't tell me you let Sam out?" Dean huffed in realisation.

"No, I was in the hotel room next door in the refuge after Bobby shot me," Kim hissed.

"Bobby's sorry about that," Dean replied.

"Yeah, well he's not the only one who's got to apologise," Kim huffed, looking away, keeping her tone soft so that he couldn't hear her. The two of them hadn't realised that Rudy had left as they argued, leaving Sam, Dean and Kim in the room.

"She's poison, Sam," Dean told Sam when he realised Ruby had fled.

"It's not what you think, Dean," Sam explained.

"Look what she did to you. I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit-"

"She was looking for Lilith," Sam reminded harshly.

"That is French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday," Dean huffed and Kim laughed a singular laugh.

"Kim was there, she heard what Ruby said about Lilith," Sam justified, pointing to Kim.

"I also saw you in bed with Ruby. Do you wanna bring me into your argument again?" Kim asked raising an eyebrow, keeping her distance between each brother.

"Again, Sam?" Dean cringed in disgust.

"Just listen for a second. We got a lead on a demon close to Lilith. Come with us, Dean. We'll do this together," Sam smiled, hoping his brother would agree.

"That sounds great. As long as it's you, me and Kim. Demon bitch is a deal breaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now," Dean said clearly. Sam stayed silent for a minute as he looked between Kim and Dean, his lips pressed into a line.

"I can't," Sam breathed. Dean sighed and turned away, nodding. "Dean, I need her to help me kill Lilith. I know you can't wrap your head around it, but maybe one day you'll understand. I'm the only one who can do this, guys," Sam said enthusiastically, hoping everything would just go back to what it was. Dean turned around harshly, angrily.

"No, you're not the one who's gonna do this," Dean said quickly.

"Right, that's right, I forgot. The angels think it's you," Sam scoffed.

"You don't think I can?" Dean sassed.

"No. You can't. You're not strong enough," Sam argued.

"And who the hell are you?" Dean grouched.

"I'm being practical here. I'm doing what needs to be done," Sam argued angrily, his face going red as was Deans.

"Yeah? You're not gonna do a single damn thing. If I'm not gonna do it, Kim will," Dean yelled, pointing to Kim. "She can do more than you can with no demon blood. It was never up to you! We have a better option!" Dean yelled, some drops of saliva springing from his mouth.

"Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me," Sam begged.

"No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam," Dean argued.

"Yes, I do!"

"Then that's worse," Dean hissed.

"Why? Look, I'm telling you-"

"Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means-" Dean cut himself off and looked down. Kim swallowed a lump in her throat.

"What? No. Say it," Sam hissed as tears appeared in his eyes. Kim stayed silent, although she knew that Dean was going to say the wrong thing, she thought it needed to be said.

"It means you're a monster!" Kim inhaled softly. Sam nodded as a tear fall from Dean's eye, but Sam doesn't see it as he turned to punch Dean in the face. Dean was sent down and Kim was no longer standing on the sidelines. It was all fine when words were thrown because it was what hunters grew up with, but punches were only meant for creatures they were hunting.

Kim marched in between Sam and Dean, who was sent down to the floor.

"Okay, that's enough!" Kim yelled between them, but Dean got himself up and charged around Dean and towards Sam, punching him in the face, sending him stumbling. Sam grabbed Dean shirt and brought him stumbling with him. As Sam balanced, her sent repetitive punches to Dean's face, still holding onto his shirt.

Kim sighed as she watched the blood pour down Dean's face and the bruises started to appear on Sam's face. Kim ran up to Dean, who's back was facing Kim as Sam punched him and grabbed his shirt. With one swift motion, she yanked Dean out of Sam's grip and threw him on the floor behind her, but Sam charged straight for him throwing him across the room. Dean kicked Sam in the leg when he approached and Sam fell to the floor. Kim ran over to the boys, yelling for them to stop as he dragged a struggling Sam away from Dean.

Lamps were broken, furniture was destroyed, sheets ruined and objects smashed. Kim had spent the whole fight screaming at them to stop and dragging the two away from each other and sometimes she accidentally got too close, getting a bloody nose and bruised forearm, her shoulder wound started bleeding again. Eventually, Kim had managed to corner Sam, who was dominating the fight and stopped him. Kim stood in front of Sam, a foot shorter than him, in a strong stance.

"Move Kim," Sam seethed, still looking at dean behind Kim.

"No, this is bullshit-"

"My brother thinks I'm a monster!"

"He thinks I'm a monster too!" Kim screamed as a tear fell from his eye.

"Kim, move, or I will move you," Sam warned but Kim wasn't scared.

"Touch me and I will punch you," she said seriously. "Straight in the nose." Sam huffed a sad laugh. Sam sighed and nodded, looking down, wiping a tear from his cheek. Sam looked over Kim's shoulder to Dean who was wobbling on his feet. He was badly beaten up, barely able to stand and bleeding all over.

"You don't know me! You never did! And you never will!" Sam yelled at Dean, pointing at him threateningly. Sam looked down on Kim before walking off and gathering his things.

"You walk out that door, don't you ever come back," Dean warned, barely able to talk. Kim fell silent at his strong tone, just like his father's. Sam stopped on his venture towards the door, looked down and before continuing, without another word. "You going with him?" Dean asked. Kim perched her lips.

"Nah, dare I say I like you more than Ruby," Kim sighed, watching the door slam behind Sam. Kim walked over to Dean and punched him straight in the face. "That was for what you said," Kim huffed, watching Dean stumble to the floor.