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Dean held his hands. "Punch me."
Katie tilted her head. "Punch you?"
"Yeah punch my hand." He said, tapping the heel of his hand.
She pulled her arm back and punched his hand.
He pointed to his eye and grinned. "You have a lot of power for someone so small but power will only get you so far. Show me how you make a fist."
She held out her hand showing him how she held her fingers when she punched his hand.
"If you tuck your thumb in like that you are going to break your thumb." He repositioned her fingers and had her punch him again. "Feel better."
She smiled. "Yeah, it does."
Dean went over to a parked car and grabbed a cushion they kept in the trunk for training. He held it out in front of him and had her hit it as hard as she could. "Keep your wrist straight and make sure the brunt of the impact is on the middle and back of your knuckles, not the front. Also swing through. Pretend you are punching through the object."
She hit the cushion again with the added suggestions.
He took time correcting her stance and explaining where power comes from and different angles to hit from. "I showed you weak points to hit someone. If you try to punch someone in the stomach or chest, you are likely to hurt yourself and only stun them. Instead, aim for the chin, nose, temple and ear if you are at the right angle."
"Not their eye?" She asked. All the movies showed people getting punched in the eye.
"Being hit in the eye hurts but there are other ways to cause more damage. You can use the heel of your hand and drive it upwards to someone's nose, you are likely to break it and that should buy you time to get away. Being hit in the ear is disorienting and throws off your balance. Even slapping someone on the ear can throw them off." He walked over and pressed on her temples. "If you hit someone here, you can do a bit of damage. It isn't comfortable to even press on. A good hit to the chin can make someone pass out. It basically vibrates their brain." He illustrated being hit in the chin and threw his head back.
They continued working on self defense for a while. Dean had already taught her how to slip out of grips and upon request he showed her how to defend herself if she should find herself on her back. He showed her how to use her feet to kick the attacker, which would give herself time to right herself.
She was starting to grow tired and her muscles ached but she felt calm and sure of herself. They went back in the house in search of water. Bobby and Sam were still at the kitchen table and looked haggard.
Dean grabbed water for Kate and himself. "What's up?" He asked, seeing the look on Bobby and Sam's faces.
Sam shifted nervously and just looked at Bobby.
Bobby finally spoke. "Sam wants to talk to you about something. I'll stay here and talk to Kate."
Dean didn't like the sound of that.
Sam pushed himself up and tilted his head toward the front porch.
They sat down on the steps and Sam ran his hands through his hair.
"What is going on, Sammy?" Dean asked his brother.
"I was talking to Bobby and after talking to Missouri, I started noticing a pattern. I mean, I don't know for sure so I don't even know why I said anything but it is weird and-" Sam rambled.
"Sam, stop rambling and tell me." Dean said, knowing his brother would ramble the day away.
"I think I have visions like Kate's" Sam blurted out.
Dean stood up and turned to look at Sam. "And why exactly do you think that?"
"When I get migraines sometimes I have dreams that I can move around and touch stuff in. It is different than a normal dream." Sam said, bracing himself.
"When? How long have you been having those and why didn't you tell me?" Dean said, pacing.
"A few years I guess but I didn't think anything of it. I had a dream about the time I walked to the park by myself and you had to come get me. Each time I had the dream I could change it by walking a different way or not leaving the motel." Sam stumbled over his words.
"What the hell, Sam? You didn't think that was information worth sharing with me, your brother?"
Sam stood up as well, becoming frustrated. "This is why Dean. I thought you would blow it out of proportion or you would think I was some stupid little kid. How was I supposed to know what it was?"
"I should blow it out of proportion! This is big Sammy. How am I supposed to protect you from stuff if you hide stuff like that?" Dean shouted.
Sam spun around and went back in the house. Dean followed right behind him.
"Boys, go ahead and calm down. You two yelling at each other is pointless." Bobby said from the table.
The two sat back down at the table, avoiding eye contact.
"Do I need to step in like I did with John and Sam?" Kate asked bluntly.
Dean scrunched his brows. "No. Just stay out of it."
"Was it not you who told me that I needed to stop fighting so you could help me?" She said, squinting her eyes at him.
Dean started to speak but stopped, she had a point.
Bobby took over. "Sam didn't tell you about the dreams because he didn't know that they were that abnormal. Some people have lucid dreams. It wasn't until he talked to Kate and Missouri that he connected the dots. So, calm down."
Dean cleared his throat. "Sammy, I am sorry I got mad. I should have known something was up when you had migraines. I just didn't pay close enough attention."
"Don't blame yourself. There was no way for you to know. We just need to focus on now and figuring out why this is happening." Sam said, forgivingly.
Kate rolled her eyes. "See, so much easier."
Dean flicked her arm. "Aren't we just all high and mighty today."
The four talked as Sam wrote down notes. They threw out ideas and questions to run by Brian and John. Sam was worried about how John would react. Kate was top priority but his own experience raised questions that could be helpful in figuring out Kate's story.
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John made his way down the winding corridors of an empty apartment building. He kept his back to the wall and his feet soundless. The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the floor as it seeped in through broken windows. He felt his phone buzz and quickly muted it. The message was from Bobby and was coded so John would know that there was something urgent but not an emergency. He could call after he and Brian took care of the current problem. They had gotten a tip about suspected demon activity in the building. They had closed in on the demon they had been hunting and this could be the hunt they trapped him on.
Brian made his way down a different corridor in a similar manner to John. He was worried about Kate. He wanted to shield her as long as possible but she was too smart to keep in the dark. He tried to focus on the hunt and keep his bearings. He needed to focus so that he could capture the demon and lock him away, allowing Brian to spend a few months with his daughter. He looked straight ahead and made eye contact with John, who had reached the intended door a few moments before.
Faint voices could be heard behind the door. They counted four at least. They could handle that many with no problem. They laid salt lines and painted devils traps along the hallway to trap the demons that ran out.
John knocked on the door and then stepped to the side so he was hidden. A woman walked out and looked around. John threw a bag over her head and pulled her into the hallway. Brian gently closed the door to avoid drawing attention. They led her away to a separate room and tied her to a radiator. They questioned her, making sure their target was indeed in the room. She was a lightweight and gave them the intel they needed. John exorcised her and untied the woman who she had possessed. "You had a bit too much to drink and we found you here. You should go to the hospital and get checked out." He said as he crouched in front of the woman. She was confused and disoriented but they pointed her to the exit and looked out the window to make sure she made it out. They returned to the room of demons for round two.
Brian and John both were armed with holy water. They had found a witch and traded her a book of spells for a couple hex bags that worked as tear gas to demons.
Brian slowly turned the door knob, cracked the door and threw in the first bag. Within seconds, a mass of shrieks filled the air. They let the door fly open and two demons ran from the room and down the hallway to escape. They were low level and would likely be caught in the traps, but if they didn't, they likely wouldn't return.
John entered the room first, followed by Brian. They cleared the first few rooms and spied two people occupying the living room. Brian lunged and grabbed the nearest around the neck. He wrestled the demon to the door and shoved him into a trap they had put near the door before entering.
John watched Brian's back but stayed out of sight of the last demon.
The demon clapped his hands. "Brian, I must say, this is some of your better work." The 'tear gas' hadn't effected him in quite the same way as the others.
As Brian ran back in the room, he was thrown against a wall. The demon walked closer to him and closed his fist, causing Brian to be unable to breath.
"I was hoping to find you but here you are, showing up at my door." The demon said, flicking his finger.
Brian groaned as a gash opened on his chest. "This ends now. I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch." Brian shouted.
"Tsk tsk tsk. You can't kill me even if you wanted." The demon said and flung Brian across the room.
Brian jumped up and lunged again, driving his blade into the demons stomach.
The demon stumbled back and then laughed. "Ouch. That hurt."
Brian growled and lunged again but was flung back across the room.
"You cannot hurt me, you termite." The demon said, smiling.
Brian laughed darkly. "Maybe not yet, but I can trap you."
The demon glanced down at his feet and over his head. "How about I just kill you first." He picked Brian up in the air and twisted his hand, causing Brian to groan in pain.
Brian could taste blood in his mouth and his vision blurred. He saw a flash of movement and then hit the floor.
John had thrown a bag over the demon's head and cinched it so that the demon couldn't get it off. The bag had demon traps on it and prevented the demon from being able to see.
The demon shrieked and clawed at the bag. "I am going to kill you and everyone you love."
John knocked out the back of his knees, causing him to fall forward. He pulled the demon's arms behind his back and bound him with a set of demon cuffs.
Brian limped out to one of the bedrooms and pulled the sheets off. They ripped the sheets and tied the demon's legs together. "Took you long enough." He said, looking at John.
John smirked. "If I went in guns blazing, who would have snuck up and got the bag on his head."
"I'm glad you find it funny. I'd laugh if my chest didn't hurt so damn bad." He ran his fingers down his ribcage, certain a few ribs were broken.
John left Brian to keep an eye on their captive and made his way down the hallway exorcising the other demons. He sent the civilians out of the building and returned to the room. "Let's get this piece of shit in the truck.
He had a wooden box in the back of the truck that he had made specifically for the current job.
Brian took a shaky breath. They had him. He could see the light at the end of the tunnel and would soon be able to be with Katie.
John locked the box with the demon inside and hauled himself into the passenger seat. He pulled out his phone and sent Bobby a message back that just said, "Got him. Will call later."
Brian sat in the passenger seat, nursing his wounds. It wasn't the first time he had gotten thrown around by a demon and he knew the drill.
John booked it out of town and toward an agreed upon location in which to store their captive. "Brian, Bobby messaged me and I think there is something happening. It isn't an emergency so none of the kids are in danger or hurt but once we store our cargo, I think we need to call."
Brian just nodded his head stiffly. During the scuffle, he had forgotten about Kate's migraine issues. He reached into his bag and grabbed painkillers and water. One day, Kate would do amazing things. She was intelligent and tenacious. He knew as soon as she got wind up anything related to his hunt, she wouldn't stop until she knew everything. He was looking forward to hearing her sweet voice but dreading certain conversations. He didn't have as many answers as she had questions and he was wanting to delay that pain for as long as possible. He groaned and laid his head back.
"You look like shit." John said, glancing over at his friend.
Brian raised his head slightly. "Yeah, well I feel like shit. Just drive Winchester."
John smirked and shook his head before turning on the radio and leaning back in the seat; and drive he did.