Thank you for reading to this chapter! I hope you still enjoy! Kathrine is a bit loose in giving her information because of multiple things, and if you're able to list them all, you'll get a special shoutout next chapter :D
Leann Nickerson: A really good start! Wonder what will happen next! Wonder if Castiel will have any idea this go round! Please continue to write! Thanks so much for your time and effort in writing this!
Thank you so much for the review! As for if Cas will have an idea this go round, well, first Kathrine has to figure out just what happened to begin with ;) I'm glad you like the story so far!
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"-ck,"
She was standing in the middle of an aisle, airplane seats on either side of her as people screamed. Briefly, she could feel the presence of a demon, but she ignored it, immediately sitting down in one of the empty seats and fastening herself in, well aware of how one woman refused to look away from her as she screamed.
This is hell, she decided, as time seemed to slow down as, from her seat, she could see through the open doorway, the ground getting closer and closer. There were several sickening crunches of bones as they impacted, knocking even her out as they began to roll.
"Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back."
"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"
"No. No. Thank god, no. But it's something else, and...uh, I think it could be a lot worse."
"What is it?"
"Can we talk in person?"
Jerry looked everywhere but the two Hunters as they replayed the black box recording. "Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only eight got out alive. The pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault."
"You don't think it was?"
"No, I don't."
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors."
"All right."
"And, uh, anyway we can take a look at the wreckage?
"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance."
Dean frowned before nodding. "No problem."
They started to walk away as Jerry called out. "There's something else. A woman; blonde, roughly a couple of years older than you, appeared from nowhere, according to one of the passengers. She's in the hospital still."
"Nowhere?" Sam asked. "Like, smoke nowhere or nowhere-nowhere?"
"Beats me. Lady was crazy when we pulled her out. Kept mumbling something about angels."
"There are some agents here, wanting to talk to you," the nurse said, and Kathrine rolled her eyes, but nodded, looking up at the ceiling as the two agents came in. When she glanced at them, she froze at the sight of her very much so younger brothers.
Dean was frozen as well, whereas Sam was just looking at her, unimpressed. "Uh," she started. "I can explain?"
"How did you appear on the plane miss…?" Sam began, making her frown towards him. Was… was he seriously playing the 'I don't know you' card?
"Mom?" Dean whispered, making her look at him like he was insane.
"Don't tell me you two forgot about me," she scoffed, trying to remember why they looked so young. They had been helping Jack sort out his powers when… when… she frowned, trying to remember. The two shared a look before Sam slowly shook his head. "It's me. Kathrine." Still nothing. She glanced between them, trying to catch one of their eyes and-
Still nothing.
"How do you think we know you?" Dean asked.
"I'm your sister," she answered, immediately seeing the rage on Dean's face and disbelief on Sam's. "Get a DNA test if you want. I don't know how the hell you don't remember me, or why both of you look so young for being 39 and 37."
"I'm 22," Sam said, voice low and slow. "I think we need to talk about this after the case."
"A case?" she once again looked to the ceiling. "Oh! You mean the demon on the plane? I couldn't deal with it and get fastened in safely."
"Which brings us to the original question," Dean growled out. "How did you just appear on that plane?"
"I don't know," Kathrine said honestly. "One second we, you two, Cas, and I were training Jack, helping him with his powers, and the next, I'm just… on a plane filled with screaming people."
Sam looked like he wanted to ask a million questions. "It's a demon?"
"I know a demonic presence when I feel one," she scoffed. "Like I said, I would've gotten it if we weren't, y'know, crashing."
"Right, we'll be back," Dean interrupted, grabbing Sam's arm. "Don't you try to run."
"Where would I go, the Bunker?" She got such a confused look, it honestly had her head pounding as they left the room. "What the hell happened?"
The boys did indeed come back, and they had all sorts of papers with them.
Curious, she picked up some and read it over, brows furrowing as she realized they were all about demons and how to exorcise them, rather than kill them. "You don't have the knife or Colt anymore?" she asked, more towards Sam, as Dean was glaring at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Ruby's demon-killing knife? The Colt Gun?" they shared a look, making her huff. "Would someone just tell me what's going on? Why are you two acting like you don't know me? I changed your diapers for christ's sake!"
"We never had a sister!" Dean snapped. "I don't know what you are to pass the tests," the tests, of course, just being silver, salt, and holy water, rather than the other half dozen things they had before, "but I'd damn well remember if we had a sister."
"Not possible," she snapped back. "I remember growing up alongside you! When you were three, you climbed the peach tree growing in the front yard cause you were told you couldn't have any. You fell and you broke your arm. Dad panicked and sped to the hospital, and Mom was so worried, she-," Kathrine cut herself off, not wanting to say the last bit of information.
"Don't call them that," Dean growled out.
"Fucking-" she turned around and marched out of the room, towards the nurse's station.
"What's wrong then?" the older woman asked, and she let a tight smile show.
"My idiot of a brother doesn't believe me when I say we're related. Would it be possible to have a DNA test done on the three of us? Please?" She threw on her best puppy dog eyes, making the woman laugh and pull out the forms.
The results came back exactly how she expected them to.
Dean didn't take it very well, but Sam was all grins, asking all sorts of things, as she was 6 years older than him and remembered their parents before Hunting very well.
"So when are we going to get this," she nodded towards the pages about demons.
"We," Dean motioned towards him and Sam. "Are. You aren't." As she stared at him, he scowled. "I don't know what creature you are, but it's not human. We didn't have a sister, and we don't need one now." There was a shaky undertone, a type of pleading.
"You think I'm a liability," she realized before snarling. "I'm 41, asshole! I've been hunting since I was 6!"
Before she could say anything else, Dean's phone rang, making him quickly answer it. "Hello? Oh, hey, Jerry. Wha-Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?" There was a pause and Dean's face went dark. "Where'd this happen? I'll try to ignore the irony in that. Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon."
"Another crash?" Sam asked, making Dean nod.
"Yeah, let's go,"
They started to pack up, and she hesitated, clutching some of the papers tighter. Sam started to leave, but hesitated as well, looking to her and then Dean, and she glanced at him as well.
Please don't leave me again…
Dean also stopped after he left the room, and when he turned around, his face morphed into one of surprise before quickly closing off. "No," he said. "She's not coming."
"She has a name," Kathrine snapped, but her breath hitched and her throat felt like it was starting to close off.
"Dean," Sam said at the same time, making him look between them again for groaning.
"Stupid damn face," he grumbled, making her frown and share a look with Sam.
"I wasn't… making a face?" she mumbled.
"You kinda were," Sam argued. "Let's get you out."
"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." As Sam hung up, she scratched off the other two names, grimacing. "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."
"So our only wildcards are the flight attendant and Princess back there," Dean said, making her scowl.
"Don't call me that," she muttered. It's what he had called her when she was still a fledgling and the war hadn't begun yet. "I only plan on getting on a plane if I absolutely have to."
"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job." Sam explained as the radio began to play a new song.
"Well I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine,"
Dean groaned. "That sounds like just our luck."
"That's a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel," Sam pointed out, and Kathrine glanced out the window before very carefully undoing one of the lesser knots and sending a jolt of Grace through the car.
Dean yelped as both he and Sam were shocked by static electricity. "What did you do to Baby?" he demanded, pulling over sharply to glare at her.
"I made it to where we won't attract any attention should you decide to… go faster than legal limits," she replied. "I don't know how you lost your memories, or how I'm essentially 14 years in the past, but all I know is that I'm going to help, however I can." He just kept staring at her, making her raise her eyebrows. "Are you going to drive or not Dean-o? We have a plane to catch."
They got there in three hours, rather than five, and as Sam and Dean attempted to talk Amanda out of getting on the plane, she found the ATMs, making sure that any cameras 'glitched' as she inserted a blank card, hoping she managed to create it correctly. When it beeped and showed the amount, she grinned and withdrew enough for three tickets, buying them as Sam walked up to her.
"Here," she said, giving him two of the tickets, which had one in first class, one in business. "I'm in coach. It'll be easier if one of us is in each of the cabin areas."
"How did you get-,"
"Relax, I'm not stealing any money. I'll explain things in more detail when this is sorted, promise." She absentmindedly stuck out her pinky, forgetting she wasn't speaking to Cas or Jack and grimaced when she got a weird look. "Sorry, uh, Cas, Jack, and I always… It doesn't matter. Let's just go get boarded, yeah?"
Dean was jumpy as soon as they stepped onto the plane, and it seemed to get worse as he realized that Sam wouldn't be sitting with him. He glared at her, and she just shrugged, sitting in the coach seat she had been assigned to, which was thankfully an aisle seat.
About 20 minutes into the flight, Sam came to the back, no doubt under the guise of using the restroom, though he sat across from her. "Any idea on who it could be?"
The blonde let out a hum and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. "No, but they are definitely on the plane. You got the chant ready?"
"Where's your copy?" he asked, showing the book, and she just shrugged and tapped her head. "You've memorized it?"
"I mean, with how Crowley hunted me, I had to," she shrugged. "You'll learn it in time too."
Sam left, and a few minutes later, she could see him peek his head around the curtain. Sighing, she stood up and walked to him. "Not Amanda," he said. "We think it might be the copilot." as he said this, the plane shook again. "She's not going to believe us," he continued, turning to Dean.
"Twelve minutes, dude." he muttered, moving into the back area with the other two following.
"Oh, hi. The flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." The flight attendant looked over at her and Sam curiously
"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about."
She watched as Sam pulled the curtain shut before turning back to the flight attendant. "What can I do for you?"
"We believe that this plane is going to crash," she said. "Similar to 2485."
The woman's smile disappeared. "Who are you?"
"We're specialists," Sam replied. "We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure."
"We need your help to stop it from happening again." Dean finished.
"I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back-" As she tried to walk away, Dean gently grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead."
"Chuck is… dead?"
Kathrine's mind flashed back to the not-prophet, and how she had said those words, once upon a time, after Dean had called, saying that they had stopped the apocalypse. "He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?"
"You saw whoever opened the door, didn't you?" she asked, getting a hesitant nod. "And he had pure black eyes?" Another nod. "He was, is a demon. He's possessing the copilot. If you bring him back here, we can stop the plane from crashing."
Amanda hesitated, looking between the three of them. "I… ok."
As she walked to the cockpit, she could feel Dean staring at her. "How persuasive are you lady?"
"The least, believe it or not," she shot back. "You two, you have all the plot armor. I'm just along for the ride." She saw the copilot following Amanda, which had her immediately ducking out of the way, reaching for a knife and gun that wasn't there. Dean handed over the journal to Sam, who opened it to the page Kathrine faintly recalled writing when she was ten and John had been gone for almost two days.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" the man asked, almost immediately getting punched in the face by Dean as an answer. She watched as he put ducktape over his mouth.
"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." The attendant protested, but Kathrine began to pull her away.
"We are gonna talk to him." She felt the woman freeze as Dean splashed the demon with holy water, making the skin sizzle.
"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?" she whispered.
"Come on," she tugged on the woman's arm. "You need to be outside the curtain. Keep everyone calm."
"Don't let anybody in, okay?" Sam added. "Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?"
After a second, the woman nodded. "Okay."
"Hurry up, I don't know how much longer I can hold him," Dean's voice had her moving, pressing a foot onto the demon's back.
"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino-"
Either she was weaker than she remembered, or the demon was a heavy hitter because, after a slight struggle, he managed to escape her and Dean and grabbed Sam by the collar. "I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" Kathrine wanted to frown because wasn't Eileen ok?
And then it hit her; Jessica.
"Sam!"
Shaking her head, she grappled the demon away, cursing as it smoked away. "It's still here!" She called out, grabbing at one of the walls to stay standing as the turbulence grew tenfold. "Sam, you have to finish it!"
She saw him fumble for the book. Her fingers twitched, and the book slid closer to him, allowing him to grab for it. As he finished it, the plane leveled out, and she could feel a knot in her chest slowly start to loosen.
"Look at you, saving the day," she said, grinning. "Nice work you two."
She listened to the voicemail Dean had on speaker, breath catching as she realized… she had forgotten what John had sounded like.
"So, case over, the demon is gone. What's your story then?" Dean asked, hanging up and looking at Kathrine.
"Well… This is 2005. I was from 2019. You can do the math," she shrugged, not quite looking anywhere. "I don't think this was Jack's doing. He was always so careful with the rifts, especially with Cas or I around."
"You mention them a lot," Sam noted.
"Cas is…" she paused, unsure of what to say. "He's a friend. Not my friend, one of yours. Or will be, anyway. We've never really… seen eye to eye."
"And Jack?"
"The closest thing all of us had to a son," she shrugged, taking the beer offered. "His father was a creature who was out to get us for over ten years, but his mother was a victim, and Jack was too. We had a whole nature versus nurture debate over it. Nurture won, by the way. He's the sweetest kid I've ever met." when she finished talking, she had a bittersweet smile on her face.
"So you're, what, our sister from a different dimension then?" Dean asked.
"Maybe? It's possible, given the number of times we've crossed worlds. It takes a lot of power though. The only ones I can think of that could've sent me over are… God… Amara…"
"Amara? Alright, let's go find her, see if she can get you back," She laughed at Dean's suggestion.
"Amara's been locked away since before humanity began, Dean. She's angry at everything. If we let her out, she's going to kill everyone and thing." He scowled at her explanation. "Look, I'm probably gonna be here for a while. The last time I went into a different dimension, I got stuck in there for almost six months. At least this time, the ATMs are working, so I can provide for as long as I stay."
As she held up the blank card, Sam took it and examined it. "It's blank."
"Thanks, captain obvious," Dean snarked.
"Jerk,"
"Bitch,"
Rolling her eyes, she grinned at the familiar banter, sliding off the back of the impala and moving into the back seat. If this is a dream, she thought as the car started, then please let me wake up soon.
TL;DR - Kathrine finds herself in a 2006 where Sam and Dean didn't have an older sister growing up. She manages to convince them to let her tag along anyways.
I hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know, what do you guys think? I've rewritten this chapter, like, 5 times because I wanted her to appear during a time when John was still alive, but I didn't want it to be at the last minute either.
Next chapter will be 1x05 - Bloody Mary!
