It was quick. It was rapid. It was instant. Kim felt the air shift around her again like it did when Zachariah took her to the torture room and when Castiel sent her to St. Mary's church. It was a rush of wind around her as she shut her eyes, she felt it push past her and she knew she was in a different area from the place where she closed her eyes. Slowly, they opened and she was blinded by a light emerging from the trees.

It was then Kim realised she was on the floor. She felt shrubs brush against her cheek and bark from the ground stab into her skin. The air was chilly and when Kim opened her eyes, she was met with a thin layer of fog. Weakly, Kim pushed herself off the floor, a piece of forest sticking to her cheek as she rose. Kim rubbed her eyes and looked around, expecting to see Sam and Dean beside her, but they weren't. She was completely alone.

The forest was mist and quiet, only a small rush of wind could be heard for miles around. Kim squinted her eyes to try and get a better view of the area, and she turned to see she was beside a small body of water.

Stepping towards it, she heard the crunch of the forest underneath her. She looked as if she was miles away from any civilisation. Rubbing her sore head, she walked lazing towards the water, reaching down to touch it. It was cold and refreshing in her skin. The water looked crystal clear and clean enough to drink, so Kim scooped up a handful of water and brought it to her lips, taking a sip of much-needed water. Kim hadn't realised how dehydrated she was until her lips touched water for the first time in a few days. She had been so caught up in what was going on around her, the apocalypse, the angels and Sam and Dean, the thought of self-care never once entered her mind. Her stomach was yearning for nourishment and she desperately needed a shower, but when she had the resources it never occurred to her to use them.

Kim wiped her face with her wet hand to refresh herself and force herself awake, drying herself with her top. When she looked down to the water, she saw her reflection and she barely recognised herself. Her hair was matted severely and all the fat and colour was missing from her cheeks. If it wasn't for her mobility she would look dead, but she couldn't worry about that now. Lucifer has risen and Sam and Dean were missing, she had bigger things to worry about.

Kim scratched the back of her neck before quickly looking for her knife and sighed when she found it securely in her waistband. Looking down on the water she saw a quick shine of the pin that was fastened to her jacket before looking up, she could only look at herself for so long and she started walking away. She was alone with no resources in a mysterious forest which she had no idea how she got there.

Kim started to walk, not sure where or in which direction and hoped that she could eventually hit a town that hadn't been too destroyed by Lucifer yet. Kim marched and marched, with caution and care, making sure not avoid any sign of Lucifer or any creature as a matter of fact. She marched until her legs hurt and the trees got smaller and the silence became deafening until the forest mist disappeared and she was on the skirts of a small town. Kim looked around and saw that she was thankfully still in America, and the city only a few miles away looked completely intact.

Kim jogged as fast as she could to the city and walked into the closest diner she could find. People, ordinary people, sat at their booths with their family and friends, talking. The diner was running smoothly and nothing was broken or smashed. Kim stood at the door of the diner before slowly taking a few steps in, walking cautiously up to the counter.

Only hours ago she had seen Lucifer rise from Hell, she refused to believe she was standing in some ordinary diner with oblivious civilians. Kim cautiously leaned on the counter and waited for the waiter to come to her. When he saw her, he smiled and walked over to her.

"Hi, how can I help you?" he asked politely, Kim smiled for a nervous second before answering.

"Uh, hi, christo," she whispered, looking into his eyes for a reaction. When she saw the boy's eyes stay the small brown colour, she coughed awkwardly and dismissed what just happened. "Can I have a glass of water, please. And is it possible for me to be able to use your phone?"

The boy looked at her oddly before seeing how sceptical and anxious she looked and how malnourished she was. The boys smiled once before retrieving the glass of water for her.

"I'll get you that phone," he said cautiously. "Are you okay, miss?" Kim looked up at him and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The boy nodded in disbelief but he didn't argue. Kim watched as he walked away. She nodded to herself, sitting on the stool beside her, fiddling with her fingers as she waited. She looked up sharply as a figure appeared in front of her and she saw the boy place a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her.

"Oh the house," he said with a smile before handing her the phone. She smiled ghostly at the boy before taking the phone gently out of his hands.

"Thanks," she said before quickly dialling Dean's number and putting the phone to her ear. As it rang, Kim looked at the eggs and bacon before hesitantly taking a piece of bacon and taking a small bite. Just as she tore a piece off the strip, he answered the phone.

"Who is this and why do you have this number?" a familiar voice asked and Kim sighed in relief, glad that he was still alive.

"Dean, it's Kim. Is Sam with you?" she asked, hoping he was just as okay as Dean.

"Kim? Uh, yeah, he's here. Where are you?" he asked quickly. Kim huffed a nervous laugh.

"I have no idea. I woke up on the forest floor after a flash of light and walked 'till I found a town. What about you? Are you okay?" Kim asked, dropping the bacon back on the plate and forgetting about it.

"We're as good as we can be at the moment. We woke up on a plane and went to Chuck's house. Cas's gone Kim, and Zach up our ass about my obedience to God," Dean sighed, Kim could tell he was flustered. "I just need you right now, okay? Where are you? We'll come and get you," Dean said and Kim nodded, a bit speechless.

"Uh, yeah... I'm-" Kim pulled the phone away from her ear and caught the attention of the busy waiter boys. "Can you tell me where I am?" she asked kindly. The boy squinted his eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again and Kim nodded.

"I really need to know where I am," Kim continued and the boy nodded.

"Yeah, you're in Deadwood, South Dakota," he said and Kim nodded.

"Deadwood, South Dakota," Kim said to Dean.

"Okay, we'll be there in an hour or so. We're coming," he said before hanging up. Kim nodded, although she knew he couldn't see it and hung up after he did. She sat on the stool and stared at the food beneath her nose and wondered if she deserved it.

Slowly, Kim picked up the fork next to her and fiddled with the eggs before picking up some and placing it in her mouth. It had been a while since she had eaten a proper meal. The eggs were warm and creamy and suddenly the hesitance and questioning if she deserved it was forgotten and she started to eat. No matter how much she believed she didn't deserve every bite that she had, her body refused to stop until she was full.

It didn't take long for Kim to feel full, and she hadn't even finished the plate of food, leaving half of the scrambled eggs and bacon on her plate. Getting up from her seat, she thanked the boy who helped her and exited the diner. As she waited for Sam and Dean, she decided that it would be best if she found a nearby motel and take a shower, there was nothing else for her to do.

Walking around, she realised this place looked very western and country. She took in the old western buildings until she found a small motel. Kim walked in and ordered a room for as short of time possible and prayed that she had enough cash on her to pay for it.

"Half an hour," the girl behind the register said and Kim nodded.

"All I need." Kim paid for the half hour and took the key to her motel room. Walking down the halls decorated in old western decor, she found her room, also decorated with the old western decor.

Kim ran her hand through her hair and untied it, letting her knotted hair fall over her shoulders. Undressing, she walked over to the bathroom and prayed the shower released hot water. Turning on the water, she felt the water trickled down her arm as she checked the temperature. Slowly, she felt the water gradually get warmer and warmer until it was mildly scolding, just how she liked it.

Kim used the motel's complimentary shampoo and conditioner to wash her hair. Using a fistful of shampoo, she lathered her hair up, slightly pulling the knots apart with her fingers. She watched as the dirty shampoo dripped down her body. Kim rinsed her hair and saw all the dirt escape her hair with the shampoo.

With another fistful of conditioner, she massaged that into her hair, feeling it sooth her hair and scalp. Using her fingers, she brushed her hair to the best of her abilities, taking out all the massive knots and rinsing out the conditioner. She felt her smooth hair and smiled softly. Running her fingers through her hair, she washed out the rest of the conditioner.

Cleaning off the dirt and scum from her body, she stepped out of the shower and got dressed in the only clothes she had. Using a towel to dry her hair, she heard a knock on the door. Taking the knife out of her waistband, she held it up, suddenly aware of everything around her.

Opening the door ajar slowly, Kim looked around the curve of the door and saw Dean and Sam standing behind the door. Kim opened the door fully to be greeted with a brooding Dean and an apologetic Sam. Kim smiled slightly, glad to see that they were okay and scratched the back of her neck.

"Let's go," she said, stepping outside and closing the door behind her. Kim looked down before meeting the gaze of Sam's. He looked so broken, his eyes sunken and his head hung. Guilt was written all over that poor boy. Kim looked between them as they walked towards their rental car. As they walked, Sam tossed Kim a small bag tied with string.

"It's a hex bag, should hide us from angels and demons," Sam said, not looking up at her. Kim caught it with one hand and examined it quickly before shoving it in her pocket.

"Thanks," she said blankly. She was glad he was alive an well, but every time she looked at him, she not only saw betrayal but the man who refused to listen, the man who helped Lucifer rise.

The three of them hopped into the car and Dean started to drive away, heading towards a motel room the boys were staying in before. It was silent for a while, awkwardness settled between Kim and Sam once again.

"We went to see Chuck," Dean said, ignoring the tension in the car. "Cas' gone, Kim. Chuck said he blew up. Zachariah's harassing me about the whole obedience to God. He wanted to know where you were, too. We gotta keep these hex bags close. They're coming for us." Kim nodded, feeling the hex bag in her pocket.

Dean looked down the road as the silence developed the car again, Kim played with the necklaces around her neck. She looked up when she felt a gaze on her, accidentally meeting Sam's gaze in the mirror. Sam looked away instantly and Kim looked down soon after.

"I'm sorry, Kim," Sam breathed. "I- I should have listened to you," he continued and Kim looked up at him with a face empty of sympathy.

"Yes," Kim said quickly and harshly, "you should have. You didn't care when you heard what Ruby did to my father. Why should I care about what she did to you?" she spat. It came out meaner than intended, but she didn't regret anything she said. Sam looked away, ashamed and Kim swallowed a lump in her throat as she was about to try something new. "But she is manipulative and you're forgiven."

Kim looked up to see Sam's small smile on his hung head and she nodded once. The rest of the car ride was silent.

•※•

Dean drove to the motel room they were staying at and the three of them sat, doing their own separate research. Sam sat at the table with John's journal under his nose, researching. Kim sat at the opposite end of the table, reading a different book, researching as well. Dean sat on the couch, watching the TV and Kim and Sam wondered how he could be so casual when hours ago, they witnessed Lucifer rise.

The motel room was simple, as most were. The run-of-the-mill motel with the smell of mould and an infestation. Kim ran her hand through her still damp hair as she read, but she couldn't really concentrate. She was so distracted by what had happened and what was going on around her. She wondered why she woke up in a completely different area from Sam and Dean, what their next move was, how they were going to find Lucifer let alone kill him. She was so occupied with her own thoughts she didn't even realise there was a knock on the door until she saw Sam and Dean head towards it, Dean welding a shotgun.

Sam opened the door slightly and looked out to see a young, blond lady standing behind the door very enthusiastically. Sam stood there, furrowed eyebrows and confused as he looked down on the girl who had the worlds biggest smile on her face and had some trouble breathing.

"You okay, lady?" Sam asked the girl as Kim stood behind him.

"Sam...is it really you?" the girl asked and Sam quickly looked back at Kim and Dean. The creepy girl took a step closer and put her small hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm." Sam looked down on her and cringed slightly, Kim trying to hold in a laugh behind him.

"Uh, do I know you?" The girl pulled back, looking up into Sam's eyes innocently and Sam continued to stare, bewildered.

"No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. You're-" the girl looked behind Sam to Kim. "Kim Harper and you are-" she looked to Dean, "-not what I pictured. I'm Becky." Becky pushed past Sam and into the motel room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few-" she looked down slightly and giggled, causing Kim to slightly cringe. "Anyway, Mr Edlund told me where you were."

"Chuck?" Dean asked, moving closer and Sam closed the door behind Becky after entered the room

"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. A nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old," she said as easily as it would be to flip a page.

"Right," Kim scoffed.

"Just, um...what's the message?" Sam asked awkwardly.

"He had a vision. 'The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it'," she said casually.

"The Michael sword?" Dean asked, looking to Kim who normally had the information they needed on angels. Kim looked to Dean and shrugged.

"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked quickly, looking down on her. Beck looked up at him and through for a second.

"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs."

"Forty-two dogs?" Dean asked.

"Are... you sure you got that right?" Sam asked sceptically.

"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said," she said stepping closer to Sam and releasing a smile. "I memorised every word." She touched his chest. "For you." Sam smiled awkwardly as Becky caressed his chest. Kim and Dean stood in the background trying to hold in their gags and laughter. Sam looked to them for help but they just shrugged his gaze away.

"Um, Becky, c-uh, can you...quit touching me?" Sam asked awkwardly.

"No," she replied blankly, not looking up at him as she stared at his chest.

•※•

Hours passed and Becky had left and Bobby arrived. They let him into the motel room after a hug and a small interrogation.

"You weren't followed, were you?"

"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?" Bobby grouched with a smile, causing Sam to laugh.

"You heard?"

"I heard, Romeo. So... the sword of Michael, huh?" Bobby asked.

"Yup," Kim nodded. "I've been researching and I've discovered that it might not be an actual sword... I mean, I have no idea what else it would be but it might not physically be a sword," Kim said, looking up from her laptop. Bobby took a seat next to Kim and gave her a look before opening a book he brought with him. He flipped to a page with a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. In this picture, Michael looked like a winged man and the other angels like naked babies with wings.

"That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got," Bobby said, pointing to Michael. Sam flipped to another page in Bobby's book to find another picture of Michael. Just like the pictures in all the museum and the last picture, he was feminine and poetic.

"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett," Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, well, in the days those pictures were painted, being feminine with a small penis meant you were rich and powerful," Kim added. "He commands the heavenly host."

"During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword," Bobby continued and pointed to the sword in Michael's hand. "So if we can find it..."

"We can kick the devil's ass all over again. All right. So, where do we start?" Sam said enthusiastically.

"Divvy up and start reading. Try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense," Bobby suggested. Kim looked back to her laptop and continued her research while Sam went to the pile of books on the desk Bobby brought.

Bobby looked to his book while Kim stared at her laptop, reading when Bobby looked up at Sam, who was staring at a book for a moment.

"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asked, causing Kim to stop reading and look up from her laptop. Sam turned to face Bobby, his expression riddled with guilt.

"No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry," Sam replied guiltily, looking down with a remorseful expression.

"Sam..." Dean warned.

"Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal," Sam continued and Kim looked to Sam.

"Sam, stop it," she warned, just as Dean did.

"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free," Sam admitted, looking down. Sam hung his head in shame, Kim had never seen someone look so pitifully depressed. Bobby stood up from the desk and looked down on Sam with an expression devoured by fury.

"You what?" Bobby spat.

"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on," Sam continued. Kim looked to Dean who stood, leaning against the wall with his arm crossed, not saying a word.

"Sam, that's enough," Kim said again.

"You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant," Bobby spat, moving closer to Sam.

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered shamefully.

"Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy!" Bobby grouched with his thick accent a low tone. He marched up to Sam, staring him dead in the eye. "If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?" Sam looked to Bobby with slightly watery eyes and nodded.

"There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there," Sam choked out.

"Yeah," Bobby nodded. "You do that." Sam nodded awkwardly and looked to Dean, who stood there staring down on his younger brother. Sam turned to leave as Kim's eyes flickered between Dean and Sam. She waited for Dean to say something, to stand up for him but she watched as he stayed purposefully silent. Kim sighed in disappointment and shut her laptop, scooping it up from the table and held it under her arm.

"Wait a minute, Sam," Kim said sorrowfully, "I'm coming." Kim walked over to Sam, gliding past Dean and Bobby towards Sam. Kim moved in front of Sam and headed out the door first, Sam following behind here.

They started to walk in the direction of the church, Kim marching ahead of Sam but it didn't take long for him to reach her with a few steps of his long, lanky legs. He looked down on her as she walked but she ignored his presence beside her and stared straight ahead, her laptop under her arm.

When they entered the church, they found the books and started researching, sitting across from each other. Kim sat, nose into her book as she researched, not looking up once. Her eyes were angry and brooding as she stared at the page. She could feel Sam looking up from his page to glace at her every now and then, just to look at her guiltily.

Kim could feel him staring at her, and eventually, it became irritating. Closing the book with a small slam, she caught Sam's attention after he just looked away from her. She stared at him for a second before raising her shoulder's to ask what his problem was.

"What?" Kim asked harshly. "You keep looking at me." Sam sighed and fiddled with his page.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry... again," he muttered.

"Yeah, I said I forgive you," Kim continued rudely, looking back to her page and flipping it impatiently.

"I know, but I don't really think you meant it," he admitted.

"Sam, listen, if I said I forgive you, I forgive you. Got it?" Sam didn't believe her, not even for a second. Her tone was laced with lies and aggregation. He sighed, looking back to his book, knowing he wasn't in the position to argue.

"Then why are you angry?" he asked softly, still looking down.

"I'm angry at you brother," Kim huffed, looking at her page before slightly punching it. "I'm angry the world's ending and I'm gonna die before I figure out what the hell I am, or more likely, I don't die when the world eventually comes to an end," she replied angrily, not looking up at him. "I'm just angry."

Sam looked down to his book and sighed.

"There's nothing here, we should leave." Kim scoffed and pushed her book away, standing up. Why was she surprised that she didn't get any sympathy out of him? She thought he would be the one to understand.

Walking back to the motel room, they didn't speak a word. It was silent until the heard some weird noises coming out of the motel room. Sam looked at Kim weirdly before grabbing the doorknob and opening the door. As they scanned the room, they instantly saw Bobby laying on the floor, bleeding with the demon knife if his stomach, a pool of blood surrounding his body. Dean was across the other side of the room, getting beaten by some demon.

"No!" Sam yelled as he entered the room, sudden in surprise.

"Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you," the demon girl smirked in a wickedly familiar way.

"Meg?" Sam asked, squinting at her. Instantly, Sam swung and missed. Meg kicked Sam, in the crotch and knocked him to the ground.

"It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" Meg smirked as she continued to beat him. Kim stared at her and scowled.

"Yeah, well, looks like you haven't heard about me then," Kim hissed before throwing her arm out to exorcise the demon. Dean saw the distraction and ripped the blade out of Bobby's stomach and stabbed the demon that was hitting him. Meg watched as the demon died and took her opportunity to flee, leaving the vessel she was possessing and exiting; all eyes shot to Bobby.

•※•

Sam, Dean and Kim burst into the hospital emergency room, carrying Bobby. Dean held Bobby as they ran, blood pouring from his stomach. Kim had tried her best to patch it up on the car ride, but Dean was driving as fast she could barely concentrate on the wounded area. She wrapped it in bandages and applied as much pressure as she could during the car ride, but the ride was bumpy and unpleasant in a rush to get Bobby to the emergency room.

"Need some help here!" Dean yelled, bursting into the room full of patients.

"What happened?" a nurse asked, running up to them.

"He was stabbed," Sam replied as two nurses rush over to gather Bobby.

"Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay," Dean rushed to tell Bobby as he was whisked away into a room to be treated and the three of them follow but a nurse stopped them from entering. Panic and rush laced in her eyes as she warned them that they weren't allowed to enter.

"Just wait here," the nurse calmed.

"We're not leaving him," Kim reinforced.

"Just don't move. I've got questions." The nurse left, leavening a distressed Sam. Dean and Kim in the waiting room, panting and anxious.

"Guys, we got to go," Dean said quickly.

"No. No way, Dean," Sam spat.

"The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do if we're not too late already. Come on!" Without another word, Dean left, heading for the door. Sam looked down at Kim, to see what she was doing. Kim rolled her eyes at Dean and jogged after him, Sam following.