The room was littered with dirt and the smell of must and dust which tickled their nose as they marched in with their shotguns ready. The room was dim and unpleasant, the specks of dust visible as they floated across the light. They were ready to fight, expecting demons to swarm them as they entered.

They had made it to the place they suspected Micheal's sword to be, but it was surprisingly easy to find and enter. They had expected waves of demons ready to attack at their attempt to enter but Dean simply kicked the door in off the small storage room and entered. They charged in, guns up and aimed to find dead demons sprawled across the floor, Zachariah standing above them, his evil smirk across his lips.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is," he said, looking at Sam, Dean and Kim, his arms behind his back. Two angels were escorting Zach as he stood in the dim light, casting his dim shadow. "And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." With a simple wave of his hand, the door behind them closed. "It was right in front of them."

Kim felt the rush of the wind against her back as the door slammed shut behind her. She looked over her shoulder at the locked door, her expression bordering one similar to fear at the sight of Zachariah. "What do you mean?" Sam asked, looking around suspiciously.

"We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us," Zach smirked, looking down on the three of them.

"We don't have anything," Dean scoffed and Zach rolled his eyes.

"It's you, Chucklehead. You're the Michael sword," Zach announced and they let his words linger in the air for a moment. Dean and the other two stared at Zach. They let his words bounce around the room as they tied to make sense of the situation. It was impossible to comprehend, not only because it was an important piece of information, but also because they had no idea what it meant.

"What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing?" he scoffed, smirking evilly. "No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one."

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows. The room was filled with anticipation as the weight of his question filled the room. Zachariah's smile turned wickedly powering.

"You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his... receptacle," Zach continued.

"What?" Dean asked again, even louder.

"Dean, you're Michael's vessel," Kim breathed in astonishment, her voice merely a whisper.

"I'm a vessel?" Dean asked, looking up.

"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel," Zach confirmed.

"How? Why-why me?" Dean stammered out.

"Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks," Dean scoffed, his voice low and sassy. Kim watched as the angles scoffed at Dean's attitude, taking it as a joke. Another piece of dust flew past the dim light.

"Joking. Always joking. Well...no more jokes," he smiled powerfully. Zach slowly raised his hand, fingers like a gun, and aimed at Dean before slowly shifting his aim towards Sam. They watched his seemingly meaningless movements as he adjusted his aim. "Bang."

A loud crash sounded through the room that was impossible to ignore as Sam fell to the floor, writhing in pain. He clutched his leg in desperate need of release of pain. He took a deep breath in, winded.

"God!" Sam yelled.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean spat, looking for his brother to Zach.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?" Zach said forcefully, his tone lathered with such force and severity.

"And how many humans die because of this. Millions," Kim argued, looking down on Sam, not sure how to help him. Another piece of dust circled her, her eyes glided across the room with it.

"Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive," Zach warned, his voice seething.

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin," Dean smirked, feeling the shift of power.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Well, there's got to be another way," Dean announced.

"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written," Zach continued, his tone getting angrier and deeper with rage.

"Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand... Eat me," Dean smirked, looking rather pleased with his actions.

"Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby- we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again." Sam and Kim glance to Dean, but they both know what he was going to say.

"No."

"Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?" Dean doubled over, clutching his stomach, couching. Blood spews out of his mouth as he groans in agonising pain.

"No," he manages to say as blood poured out of his mouth. Kim looked down on them, not sure what to do.

"How about we take Kim back then?" With a small twirl of his writs, Kim was by his side, arms and legs bound by her side. "I was nowhere near finished with her when she escaped," Zach smirked, looking at Dean, waiting for his answer. Dean looked up at Kim. She was bounded tight, unable to move and hard to breathe. He saw all the torture she had been through in her eyes as they stared down on him. She slowly shook her head. She was ready for whatever he had coming.

"No."

"You're going to say 'yes', Dean." Kim watched as the dust flew around the air, and how with every breath Kim took the dust tickled her nose. With her hands bound, she had no way of itching her nose. The dust danced and irritated her skin, and Kim's head slowly leaned back before shooting forward, a mighty sneeze erupting from her nose.

Kim looked up, her eyes watery from the sneeze and nose still incredibly itchy.

"Okay Dean, I've had enough. Say 'yes' so I can scratch my nose," Kim growled out as she wiggled her nose, trying her best to itch it. There was a silence as Kim wiggled, her eyes crossed to her nose. When she heard no response, she looked up to find Sam and Dean staring at her.

"What? I was joking, calm down," she scoffed, still trying to scratch her nose as the boys groaned on the floor.

"Behind you, Kim," Sam breathed, still clutching his leg. Kim furrowed her eyebrows and twisted her neck as much as she could to see what was behind her, and to her surprise, she saw Zachariah's two soldiers lying lifeless on the floor, ashes of angels wings shadowed their corpses.

"Did I do that?" Kim asked, looking back to the brothers, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yes..." Zach breathed in awe. "Yes, you did." In an instant, Zach vanished with fear for his life, leaving Sam, Dean and Kim as they were.

In an instant, just as Zachariah vanished, another appeared. A wave of relief crashed down on them, like a cool drink of water as they stared at the newly arrived in his blue tie and cream trench coat. Castiel was instant and rushed, afraid his arrival was too late to save the three, but he was just in time to whisk them away from this horrible room full of allergies and dust.

"Hello," he replied in his deep voice and angelic. The three of them stared at Castiel as he looked between them. With a click of his fingers, all was put right. Dean was no longer riddled with cancer and Sam's legs were back to normal. The room had lifter of its tension as Kim's body loosened and she began to move again, her first action began to itch her nose.

"I thought you said he was dead?" Kim whispered to Dean as she moved over to him, staring at Castiel suspiciously.

"He was," he answered, not bothering to lower his voice knowing that the celestial being would be able to hear him either way.

"You three need to be more careful."

"You think?" Kim huffed, rubbing her sore wrists that were burnt from the rope.

"Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought," Dean added.

"I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you," Castiel warned. Carefully, Cas put his palms on Sam and Dean's chest and with an unusual force being sent through them, they gasped painfully.

"What the hell was that?" Dean growled.

"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer. I engraved it into your ribs," Castiel explained, looking between the two brothers. Dean looked to Cas and then to Kim.

"Do you mind warding Kim?" Dean asked, not really sure if it was even a question he should ask. Castiel looked to Dean, his messy hair covered a short part of his forehead. His brooding eyes stared into Dean's and without looking at Kim, he answered.

"She is already warded. Whatever she is, makes it impossible for angels and demons to track her," Castiel continued, still not looking to Kim.

"Then how do the angels and demons know where she is? She's been kidnapped two times," Dean scoffed.

"The angles know that where Dean is, you follow. You have never been tracked by any celestial being," Castiel continued. "Kim's current actions have forced panic among the angels and their first move will be to remove her." Kim looked to Dean, his words of warning setting off a great alarm in them.

"What do you mean 'remove'?" Dean asked.

"Either to capture her and test her or remove her from existence, but they have no way of killing her," Cas continued. "But now that the brothers are untraceable, there is no need to take such precautions."

There was a silence as his words lingered in the air. Kim no longer felt comfortable and she hated feeling venerable.

"Hey, Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes."

"Then how are you back?" Without an answer, Castiel vanished, leaving the three of them in the room riddled with two angel corpses.

•※•

Kim sat outside Bobby's hospital room as Sam and Dean waited inside for his results. She sat with her legs spread, leaning forwards with her head down, her hair falling over her face. The hallway was quiet and smelt of medicine, an eerie sensation fell over her as she sat alone. Waiting in an unknown hospitals hallway, where the sun dwindled through the window just enough to light half the path, she felt the anticipation of Bobby's results dwindle on her. She knew she wasn't as close to Bobby as the brothers were, but he had helped her more time than she could count and he was still important to her as she was to him; not that they would admit. She didn't believe she was close enough to him to share this experience with the Winchesters. They were his boys, she was their tag along. It didn't seem fit for her to worry as much as Sam and Dean, but she was.

She listened as the silent hallway voiced the noise of clicking heels. She listened as they sounded intimidatingly down the hall towards her as if they were going to tell her the results themselves. The nurse walked straight to Kim and turned beside her, into Bobby's room and she couldn't help but lean closer to the door to listen to what she was saying.

Kim leaned closer, her face plastered with cautious curiosity but she didn't need to lean in o hear Bobby's booming voice erupt.

"'Unlikely to walk again'?! Why you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby's voice boomed, causing Kim to retract her head away from the door. The nurse fled from the room, the receding noise of her footsteps no longer intimidating as she hurried away. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Kim stood up slowly as the nurse turned the corner leaving the hallway empty again. Kim slowly walked into the room, peeking in first to see the boys over Bobby in his bed.

Bobby looked up at Kim as she entered, walking to his end without an ounce on sympathy in her expression, she knew he would order her to rid of it if he saw it anyway. "You believe that yahoo?" he asked Kim as she entered, knowing she heard everything.

"He's just a nurse, what does he know?" Kim scoffed seriously, walking to sit by the chair beside Bobby's bed. With the anxious tension developing into furious anger, Kim felt more comfortable in the room. Once the news is received by the family, others are allowed to enter and express their condolences, except condolences were not to be shared or Bobby would lose his shit.

"So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asked, skipping the sympathy.

"Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we're boned," Bobby scoffed, losing hope as he lost his legs.

"What if we win?" Dean asked seriously, and all three of them turned to him, eyebrows raised. "I'm serious."

"I know you are, that's the scary part," Kim added.

"I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves," Dean growled, his confidence showing in his tone.

"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby scoffed.

"Well, we have Kim," Dean added.

"What? Do you just want me to sneeze Lucifer to death? I'm an unreliable source," Kim grouched back.

"You can learn to control your powers, right?" Dean asked and Kim raised an eyebrow.

"Out of all the years you've known me, have I ever killed anything because I wanted to. No, it was because I was afraid or angry," Kim reminded, her tone getting more forcefully.

"Or sneezy," Sam added.

"Am I missing something here?" Bobby asked from the bed, looking between the three of them. "Sneeze Lucifer to death?" There was a silence as the boys waited for Kim to explain to Bobby what happened.

"I- I may have sneezed and killed two angels on accident," Kim huffed not trying to make a big deal about it.

"You what?!" Bobby yelled, staring at Kim.

"I know," Kim sighed at herself. "I don't want to talk about it if you don't mind," Kim added, looking down. The room fell silent as Kim and the brothers waited for Bobby to say something, and she said something Kim feared.

"Do you mind stepping outside, Kim? I need to talk to the boys." Kim looked up, her expression rough and hard, but she felt a mixture of hurt and betrayal in her as she took her steps outside the door and sat down in the seat she was once in. Leaning in, she listened to what they were talking about.

"She sneezed and killed two angels?" she heard Bobby ask, just to clarify. The boys didn't answer and let the room fall to silence.

"We're not getting rid of her, Bobby. She's our friend and frankly, our only hope," Dean said rather angrily.

"No, you Idjit, she's getting stronger. When Lucifer rose, you two were taken to a plane, right?" Bobby confirmed and the boys nodded. "Well, she was in South Dakota. Whoever put you there separated you for a reason. She's dangerous and someone was warning you about it," Bobby replied and Kim pulled away, listening to Bobby.

What if he was right? What if she was just slowing them down? They were set on a path from birth, Dean was always Michael's vessel and Sam was destined to raise Lucifer, she was just another mistake the Winchesters made; or that she clung onto the closest thing to had to her lost mentor. Kim sat, her head hung low as she listened to Bobby and couldn't help but believe every word he said and wondered if she should do everyone a favour and leave. She's dangerous, unpredictable and a monster; she was sure that if the brothers didn't know her, they would be hunting her.

She listened to the silence.

"I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever," Bobby said to Sam as he was about to leave. There was a silence as Sam sighed.

"Thanks, Bobby."

"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but... you're welcome." There was another silence as Kim heard Sam and Dean's footsteps come towards her and she lent away from the door and back in her normal position until she felt two shadows cover her. Looking up, she was met with Sam and Dean looking down on her.

"You heard all of that, didn't you?" Dean asked, looking at her. Kim huffed and laugh, trying to cover the hurt she felt.

"How could you tell?" she asked with a sarcastic smile on her lips, standing up.

"I can see the regret in your eyes," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. A small smile crept on her face.

"Don't worry, no angel's gonna make us leave you," Sam reassured and Kim felt a warm sensation in her chest like she just took a shot straight whisky. She was never really into anything soppy and neither were the brothers, but they knew when she needed some reassurance.

The three of them walked into the parking lot as an ambulance drove past them as they walk to the Impala.

"You know, I was thinking, Dean- maybe we could go after the Colt," Sam suggested as they walked.

"Wait, like the Colt-Colt?" Kim asked. "Do you think it would work?" Kim asked.

"Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there-" Dean stopped in the middle of the parking lot, listening to his brother's preposterous ideas.

"No, Sammy. I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but lets at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that," Dean scoffed.

"Kim is - no offence - unreliable-" Sam said.

"Non taken."

"She's our best chance. What are we gonna do? Shoot Lucifer?" Dean moved around Sam but stopped when Sam called his name.

"Dean..." Sam could tell Dean was tense and on edge, his actions, his tone; Kim noticed too. "Is there something you want to say to me?" There was a long pause. A long pause that caused angst and worry to settle between them. It was the kind of silence that confirmed all of your worries, and Sam swallowed a lump in his throat.

"I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be," Dean said, his voice deepening. "You chose a demon over your friend and own brother-" Sam rolled his eyes. "-and look what happened."

"I would give anything-anything-to take it all back," Sam spat hastily.

"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were the one that I depended on. And you let me down in ways that I can't even..." Dean stopped, struggling with his words. "I'm just-I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?" Sam looked at his older brother and the genuine disappointment he held for him. It was a punishment just to that in his eyes, that even though he tried his best, Sam was always the disappointment.

"What can I do?" Sam asked quickly.

"Honestly? Nothing," Dean shrugged. Sam nodded looking don, not surprised. "I just don't... I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Kim stood behind Sam as they spoke She listened to the saturation of anger and disappointment in Dean's voice, seeing the water in his eyes threaten to spill, she could only imagine the pain Sam was feeling at the moment.

"I just don't think I can trust you."

Sam's head shot up from it hung position. He wasn't expecting the heaviness of the words to escape Dean's lips. His older brother had lost all hope in him, it hurt to breathe. Dean shook his head and walked to the driver's seat of the Impala.

"Kim's in the front."

Dean slid into the driver's seat without another word, letting everything they just said hang in the air outside as Sam and Kim stood there. Kim stepped to be beside Sam as he quickly wiped away a rolling tear.

"We'll get through this." With that, Kim walked to the front seat of the Impala and sat in the front. The seat wasn't as comfortable as the back, where she had imprinted herself, just as Sam had with the front, but Sam didn't enter the car. He stood outside and stared at it for a long while before turning away.

Kim looked to Dean who was staring at his brother from the rearview mirror and watching him turn his back, and with a simple nod, they had mutually agreed that a separation for the moment would be what's best. Dean turned on the Impala and reversed, not looking back to see where his brother went or where he was going to go with what money, and sped off down the road leaving Sam in the dust.

•※•

Three months have passed.

Dean and Sam haven't spoken since that day. Kim had been with Dean since then, leaving to do some separate solo hunts and personal training; which was about as useful as shooting a vampire. She was getting nowhere with her ability and she was still as clueless as to what she was as she was three years ago when it started.

She would spend her free time trying to focus on her ability and how to use it, but it was hopeless. She put too much pressure on herself because she knew the whole future existence of the world was on her shoulder and she was feeling the weight. She wasn't satisfied with anything but perfection, but she couldn't even lift a book.

Instead of starting small, she would walk to any open land that was around her and attempt the most daring thing she could think of. She killed two angels with a sneeze, how hard would it be to rip a grown tree form it roots. She started off too strong and was crushed with self-loathing when she didn't have the strength to fulfil what her imagination convinced her she could do.

Walking back to whatever motel she was staying at, at the time, she would sit in her room and stare at a book from across the room for hours. Her mind would start to throb and her eyes would sting whenever she looked around the room as her vision blurred. All these human side effects were tampering with her abilities; she believed. She refused to consider the fact that she just couldn't control what was inside her. Whatever she had was just too strong for her.

Unknown to Dean, Kim had kept in contact with Sam. He had tried to contact Dean but he was too stubborn to pick up the phone, so he prayed that Kim had meant what she said when she told him that he was forgiven and she would pick up when she rang. Sam was relieved to hear her voice when she answered for the first time.

Kim had told Sam about the new occurrences around herself and Dean had encountered on their hunts, like one of the Four Horsemen; War. Lucifer had risen and he was bringing his strongest army with him. Kim cautioned Sam to stay safe, she knew he was smart and tough, but she never really trusted anyone without her being there. She was more of a 'see it to believe it' kind of girl. So she warmed Sam of the trouble that Lucifer had brought with him, but Sam had some news of his own.

"You're what?!" Kim yelled into the phone as she talked to Sam. She heard him hushing her from the other line but her astonishment overtook her sense of ration.

"Shh, Dean will hear you," Sam hushed and Kim scoffed.

"What? So Lucifer came to you in a dream dressed as your ex-girlfriend to tell you- You're not planning on telling Dean you're-"

"Not yet," Sam interrupted and Kim rolled her eyes.

"Sam, it's quarter past four in the morning. Dean and I just drove sixteen hours straight to get to Kansas city for God knows what and I haven't eaten or slept in a long time. If you called me up to tell me you're Lucifer's vessel and don't plan on doing the same for Dean, I will drag your ass here and shoot you in the foot," Kim whispered angrily, ending in a yawn. Sam stayed silent for a moment before responding.

"So you want me to tell Dean because it will be an inconvenient time for him now, not because it's world-changing news?" Sam asked, slightly amused.

"Yes," she yawned, "and all of that important stuff. I'm getting him." Without waiting for a response, she got out of her bed and threw the phone at Dean, landing on his stomach. Dean jostled away, startled. He looked frantically at the phone on his stomach before turning to the wearily Kim standing above him. "It's Sam. Talk to him."

"Kim-"

"Ah! Now," she warned before falling into her bed. Kim was not a morning person, that was when she got the chance to sleep. She listened as Sam and Dean spoke and eventually Dean got up and walked to the fridge, causing some light to flash into Kim's eyes. She knew the second she woke up that she wasn't going back to sleep, so she closed her eyes and listened to Dean.

He had walked to the kitchen to grab himself a beer, his eyes drifting over to Kim every now and then. Kim knew that Sam wanted in again, he told her himself and she never had a problem with it, it was the fact that if he came back, Dean would leave.

Dean spoke softly, not to wake Kim who he believed had fallen back asleep the second her head hit the pillow, but she was wide awake, very aware of what was going on around her. She listened to their conversation.

"We're not stronger when we're together, Sam," Dean said into the phone. "I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us- love, family, whatever it is- they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart." There was a silence. "Believe me, if I don't think Kim was our only option, I wouldn't be with her right now. Whatever took us to the plane didn't want us with Kim. I want to protect her too but... she's gonna help us, I know it." Kim listened, not sure what to think.

"We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing if we just go our own ways. Goodbye Sam." He hung up.

Kim made sure she looked asleep as he walked over to her and sat on her bed. His body cast a faint shadow over her face from where he sat. She felt the bed dip as he put his weight next to her and she could hear his soft breaths. She was positive he thought she was asleep, so she didn't move a muscle. A gentle touch caressed her shoulder with a gentle squeeze and she could feel his eyes gazing at her. It was such a comfortable feeling, having him beside her as she 'slept'; not something she thought she would feel around him in a hundred years.

He let out a sight. "We can do this."

•※•

Kim woke up hours later, the weight from her had gone and she no longer felt Dean's comfortable presence with her. In fact, it had competently vanished. The room she was in stood cold and uncomfortable. Kim raised her head, her hair falling over her face and over her eyes. Squinting at the light that shone through the uncovered window, she looked around the room. Dean wasn't there.

She listened for the shower, maybe he was in the bathroom. She heard nothing. She moved to the bathroom door an knocked on the door, hoping for a reply.

"Dean?" she asked, but there was no response. Maybe he had gone on a food run, but he would always ask her what she wanted to eat.

Maybe he left her. Just like Sam did. She heard what he said last night. He was safer without her. Kim swallowed a lump in her throat. With every second that passed, she began to believe what she was saying.

He had left her.

Her anger started to boil furiously, her jaw clenched in anger as did her fists. Heat rose within her as she marched around the motel room lividly. She roared in anger. What a hypocrite! She was overcome with loathing hatred and anger that her first instinct was to smash what was in front of her. With a wicked swing, she threw the lamp across the room.

"You fucker!" she belched. She watched, unsatisfied as the lamp shattered against her wrath. Her vision began to twitch and blur and her anger just continued. She let out a worldly scream and she shut her eyes.

She panted, a breeze brushing against her. A familiar comfort settled over her. She opened her eyes to see a beautiful green garden, her breathing slowly settled. The garden was fantastically grown. A beautiful creation made with such delicate hands and love. Flowers bloomed and burst with bright colours to welcome whoever entered the garden.

"Welcome, Kim," an oddly familiar voice said. It was strange to hear. She had heard the voice a million times, but something was very different this time. It was dark and dynamic, nothing she had ever heard before. Kim turned to the voice. It was Sam.

His hair was shiny and well maintained. He was dressed in an all-white suit and his posture was impeccable. His eyes were scary as the looked down on her, nothing like Sam's at all and a smirk graced his lips. Kim's mouth fell open in shock and she felt a hand grasp her arm. She flinched her head in that direction to see Dean holding her arm, softly pulling her in the opposite direction.

"Is that Lucifer?" Kim asked Dean, whose eyes haven't left Sam.

"Sure is," he replied, also looking at Lucifer.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"2014." Kim's head snapped to Dean.

"What?"

"We're in the future, Kim," Dean replied. Kim didn't reply, getting a smirk out of Lucifer.

"See you in five years, Dean." Thunder and lightning clap through the garden; Lucifer is gone. Kim looked to Dean, who was still holding her arm when he felt a grasp on the back of her head. A rush of air brushed her and the lights changed. Blinking, she adjusted her eyes to the light as she lent of something in front of her.

A mouldy kitchen bench.

Kim looked up at Dean who was staring at someone in front of him. Kim followed his gaze to see Zachariah smirking down on both of them.

"Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you," Dean spat as he panted.

"I have one job, and that is to make sure the battle between the brothers go smoothly. Do you know what are the only people in my way? You two! So enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes," Zach continued, a smirk on his lips, sure he was going to get exactly what he wanted. Kim looked to Dean.

"What happened?" Kim asked Dean quickly. She knew Lucifer had taken over Sam, but what else had she missed.

"Oh, you weren't there for that part, were you, Kim," Zach smirked, looking down on her. "Why don't you tell her, Dean?" Dean sighed and looked at Kim, who was waiting for an answer. She couldn't imagine much worse than Lucifer possessing Sam.

"The Croatoin virus took over the world and everyone was dying. You- you didn't make it," Dean choked out. Kim stared at him, her face straight with content. "How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?"

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die." Dean considered this for a long moment, turning away from Zachariah.

"Nah," Dean rolled out, shaking his head, lips perched.

"'Nah'? You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?" Zach question angrily.

"Oh, I've learned a lesson, all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach," Dean smirked, crossing his arms as he watched Zachariah get angrier and angrier.

"Well, if I can't fix one problem, I'll fix the other." His gaze fixed to Kim and he grouched. "You are an abomination-" In an instant, they were gone.

Kim felt a comfortable gush of wind fly past her and she smiled at the familiar face in front of looked around, their setting far different from where they once were, where the cold air of the night circled them and there was no one in sight Dean looked to Kim, his eyes wide as he looked at her. "Did you do that?" he asked.

"What the hell is going on with me?" Kim gasped as she looked at her hands, her heart racing in the cold. All worry and panic from seconds ago had vanished at the touch of Castiel.

"Cas, you're here. That's pretty nice timing," Dean said, regarding the avoidance of Zachariah's wrath.

"We had an appointment," Cas reminded, causing both of them to smile. Dean put a hand on Castiel's shoulder, a slight smile on his lips.

"Don't ever change," he told Castiel.

"How did you get here? I saw you with Zachariah but before i could get there, I sensed you missing," Cas explained as all eyes turned to Kim.

"You can blame Kim for that," Dean sighed.

"How did Zachariah find you?" Cas asked.

"Long story. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" Dean said, pulling out his phone.

"Jehovah Witnesses? I never talked to any of them," Kim informed, raising an eyebrow.

"They followed me so they found you," Dean informed and Kim looked down.

"When did Dean talk to any Jehovah Witnesses?" There was a silence as Dean pulled out his phone. She looked to Castiel who was staring at her intently.

"You are more powerful than you can imagine, Kim," he said out of nowhere. Kim raised an eyebrow.

"So I've been told," she scoffed.

"Yet you still don't seem to understand. Be careful, Kim. The word about you had gotten further than it should and you're new time travel scheme will no take long to be heard. Everyone is afraid of you. Everyone is after you," Castiel warned before vanishing without a word.

•※•

Kim and Dean waited in the cold wind as the water rushed underneath the bride they were on. Kim smelt the fresh air and sighed. Everyone was after her.

A car pulled up next to the Impala's pulling Kim out of her thoughts. Sam stepped out, looking down, he couldn't bring himself to look at them as he wandered over. Dean sighed and looked at Sam and Kim walked up to him and gently pet his arm to comfort him. She needed something to take her mind off what Castiel had said and comforting Sam seemed like a nice distraction.

"Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm... whatever I need to be. But I was, uh-wrong," Dean said, starting off the conversation.

"What made you change your mind?" Sam asked.

"Long story. The point is... maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human."

"Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down," Sam smiled, looking at his brother with a smile no one had seen for a while.

"Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet. No offence, Kim," Dean said, a smile on his lips. The cool air rushed past Kim's shoulder and she smirked.

"None taken. I know I'm the first," she smirked.

"So, what do we do now?" Sam asked, the smile slowly leaving his lips as his mind restored itself back into reality. Dean looked to Kim, his eyes scanned her whole face unashamed. A soft sigh left his lips.

"We make our own future." The words left his lips like words from the Bible. They spoke of certainty and truth, so saturated in confidence that there was no way you couldn't believe him. Kim smiled and nodded. That sentence touched the three of them personally. Sam nodded.

"Guess we have no choice."