"It's been a long day without you, my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again…"-See You Again, Wiz Khalifa

Lebanon, Kansas, Present Day

"…Beverley and Bill left pretty much straight after the incident with the clown. Richie left halfway through high school and Eddie, Ben and Stan moved outta Derry after graduation. Only Mike and myself stayed, at least, I did until I graduated. As far as I know, Mike still lives in Derry" Katherine ended her story, fiddling with her worn pendant as she did so.

"Holy shit…I mean…I just…holy shit" Mary stammered.

"Yeah—" Katherine huffed a laugh, "—I know, right? Holy shit. That sums it up pretty well"

"So, what was the call for then?" Mary pursued, "What's this gotta do with the…shapeshifter?"

"Like I said, twenty-seven years ago we made a blood oath to return should IT ever pop back up and now it has" Katherine replied.

"Well, is there any way you don't have to go? I mean, was the blood oath legit?"

"I mean, we were kids in a field with a piece of glass, so, no, I don't think so. But still…I mean, this is our job! And yet…"

"And yet…you're still unsure about this?"

"I mean, it's a miracle what we did last time, worked as well as it did. There's no telling what'll happen this time or if it'll even work!"

"But you were just kids then, weren't you? And you've got all this experience behind you now. Whose stop say you won't beat it again?" Mary fired back.

"…Yeah, I know—" Katherine ran a hand through her messy locks as she sighed, "—and I think deep down, I always knew I would be returning to Derry. I guess, I just hoped it wouldn't be so soon"

"Sounds like you've made up your mind then"

"Yeah, I guess so"


Later that night, after Mary had slipped away under the watchful eye of Castiel, Katherine found herself standing in the steamy bathroom. Clutching tight to the porcelain sink beneath her fingers, she stared into the condensated mirror, where her reflection stared back at her. Her auburn hair hung in stringy ringlets around her face, framing the purple bags under her eyes and made the stormy blue organs appear more sunken into her skull than they actually were.

Heaving a sigh, Katherine's eyes trailed over torn earlobe and down the scarred nose, passed the tattooed sternum and forearms. Passed the large Derry High Alumni t-shirt that hung off of her small frame like a dress; over the shiny silver tags that hung in between her breasts and down her (covered) slightly pudgy stomach that was littered in scars, new and old. "Can we actually do this? Can we actually beat IT?" Katherine asked herself with a sigh.

"Of course you can and you will" Replied a young voice from behind her.

"Jesus!" Katherine cursed, spinning around to find Georgie Denbrough grinning at her from where he sat on the close lid of the toilet.

"Kate? Are you okay in there?" Sam knocked on the door, the shadow of his large form blocking out all of the light from the hallway.

"Uh…y-yeah, I'm okay" Katherine replied, wincing at her obvious stammer.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It was just a spider"

"Seriously?"

"Shut up, Sam"

Katherine didn't realise she was holding her breath until Sam disappeared from the bathroom door and she relaxed back against the edge of the bathtub. She waited a moment or two more to make sure that he was really gone, before she turned to the young Reaper sitting on her toilet. "What are you doing here, Georgie?"

"You need to return to Derry, Katherine" Georgie replied, the grin falling from the young Reaper's lips.

As per usual, Georgie wore the clothes he had died in—the yellow raincoat and matching gumboots—although through some divine miracle, any injuries he had sustained during his life were gone. The arm that had been torn off was back, the scar from when he cut his finger on the box cutters in first grade was gone, even the little scrapes and bruises his former self had were all gone. Of course, he was also dead, so there was that. Katherine had asked him about his appearance once, and the Reaper had simply replied that he was supposed to appear more comforting with everything intact; which was true—no one liked to see others, especially children, missing limbs.

"This is gonna be shit show, innit?" Katherine sighed, tilting her head back to stare at the dirty ceiling, "That's why you're here, innit? 'Cause there's gonna be deaths galore again, innit there?"

"You know what you need to do Katherine" Georgie replied, neither answering nor denying her claims.

"Yeah, I know" She sighed.

"Are you going to tell the Winchesters?"

"After what happened with Mary? No way. I'll—I'll just leave a note or something. Tell 'em it's a family emergency or something"

"But don't they know you're an orphan?"

"Well, then I'll say I went to a friend's funeral!" Katherine snarked, "Who knows, it might even be mine…"

"We'll see"

"Yeah, I s'pose we will"