Kate sat cross legged on the couch, drawing in her notebook. Bobby was on the phone and Sam was still researching. Kate flinched and whipped her head around as something struck the back of her head. She looked over the back of the couch and saw a paper hornet. She glanced around the room, trying to figure out where it came from.
Dean laughed. "If you were psychic you would have seen it coming."
She reached down and grabbed the paper and threw it back at him. "Cheap shot."
He smiled and sat down on the couch beside her. "What are you drawing?"
She looked down at her notebook. She was just drawing aimlessly. "Nothing. Drawing just helps me think."
He tilted his head and looked at her drawing of a small yellow house with a row of rose bushes and white shudders. "Are you designing a house?"
"I don't think so. I just had the idea in my head and put it on paper." She had never seen the house before but she couldn't get it out of her head.
Dean was impressed with her drawing abilities, seeing that he did well to draw a stickman. "How are you feeling?"
Kate shrugged her shoulders. "My head hurts a little but not bad. My bracelet stopped burning, so that helps."
Dean propped her foot on his leg and touched the bracelet. It didn't shock him. Missouri's overcharge theory was making sense.
Kate's eyes were red and she looked exhausted. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Why don't you take a cat nap?" Dean asked.
She shook her head. "I napped earlier."
He gave her a half smile and patted her back. "I wouldn't call that a nap."
She shook her head again. "I'm afraid to sleep because I don't want the dream to come back.
Dean reached for the remote and turned on the tv. "How about this? We can sit here and watch a show while you rest and if you fall asleep I will stay right here."
She liked that idea. She grabbed a pillow and tossed it next to Dean and laid her head down.
He massaged her head gently as she watched the show. He had done the same thing for Sam for years and it was a sure fire way to knock the kid out. When he glanced back down at her, her eyes were struggling to stay open. He smiled and tossed the blanket from the back of the couch, down over her and continued rubbing her head. The next time he looked down she was passed out. He rested his hand on her side and let her rest.
Bobby walked into the living room and saw Dean watching tv.
Dean turned his head and pointed beside him, letting Bobby know Kate was with him.
Bobby went to the kitchen and got a glass of sweet tea and brought one back to Dean. He placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezed. Dean might try to act big and bad and have a cocky side, but underneath it all, he was just a really good big brother.
Dean dug his phone out of his pocket and checked for messages. He had one message from the waitress he saw outside of work sometimes. She was off work and wanted him to come over. He groaned quietly and messaged back. "Can't family issues."
His phone lit up soon after. "Oh, ok. Good luck."
He wasn't sure luck is what they needed. He had had enough of supernatural phenomenon and luck had never seemed to find him. He flipped through Kate's notebook and looked at her drawings. They were so detailed and he was amazed at her skills. He stopped at one and smiled. She had drawn a memory from the day at the pond in which he had thrown Sam and Kate into the water. He continued looking at drawings and stopped again on a drawing a bacon tower he had made out of extra bacon a waitress had given him after he flirted with her. He smirked. Sam had been annoyed that she had fallen for it so easily and John had stolen half the bacon as soon as bacon tower had been built. He sat back and remembered the waitress. She had long red hair and was just Dean's type. He had been annoyed with John for not staying in town a bit longer. He leaned his head in thought before snapping his head forward. He looked down at the drawing and the details. It was drawn from across the table with John and Dean sharing a seat. His heart raced and his hand shook slightly because on that day, on the other side of the table, Sam had been sitting by himself. He fumbled for his phone and sent Sam a text.
Sam entered the room, confused. "Did you tell Kate about bacon tower?" He whispered.
Sam scrunched his brows. "What bacon tower?"
Dean rolled his eyes and held the notebook up.
Sam took it and looked at the drawing. "No, but that is a good drawing. Are you still pissed didn't give you time to repay bacon lady's favor?"
Dean shook his head. "Of course but Sam, look at it. Think about when that happened."
Sam looked down and the page, confused as to why Dean found it so interesting. He remembered the day and didn't see anything alarming about the drawing. " When? That was the last diner we ate at before dad dropped us off here." He said. His eyes snapped back onto the drawing and then up to make eye contact with Dean. "That was before he dropped us off, meaning Kate wasn't with us. That-that is my memory. Not hers."
"Glad you're caught up now, Sherlock. What the hell?" Dean said.
Sam took the notebook into Bobby's office. "Bobby, you should probably see this."
Bobby looked up at Sam and tilted his head. "What is it now?"
Sam smirked and handed him the notebook.
Bobby looked at the drawing in the same way Sam had. "This is Kate's notebook?"
"It is." Sam said.
Bobby waved his hand for him to explain.
"Plot twist, that drawing is my memory, Kate wasn't there when it happened." Sam summarized.
"Ah, hell." Bobby said, setting the book down and drawing his hands down over his tired face. "You two are sharing memories now?"
Sam chuckled lightly. "I don't know. Dean found it and realized something was weird about it."
Bobby groaned and reached for his pen and notepad. He jotted down the new information and dropped the pad on his desk. Brian and John needed to finish their hunt soon and get him some answers.
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John pulled the beat up truck in front of a small cabin. The sun was sinking low and pale light peaked through the curtains.
The cabin door swung open. They had arranged for the demon to be kept at a hunter's cabin until they could move him. The hunter was a long time friend that owed John. He had a concrete cellar underneath the cabin and enough warding to hold the anti christ. John unlocked the box and hauled the demon out and drug him toward the cabin. "Heya Mike, long time no see." He grunted as he pulled the captive behind him.
Mike held the door open and then assisted John with getting the demon down the stairs and secured in the middle of the room. By the time the two made it up the stairs, Brian and managed to hobble into the sitting room.
Mike pointed to a chair for Brian to sit in and busied himself gathering pain medication and first aid supplies.
John returned from his truck with more supplies and their things. "Mike, this is Brian O'Connor."
Brian grunted and held his hand out.
Mike shook his hand. "Let's get a look at those injuries."
John helped Brian remove his shirt and grimaced at the state of Brian's abdomen. His ribs were black and blue and he had a large laceration that ran across his stomach. They got to work mending the laceration and John felt each rib, pinpointing two that were clearly broken. He felt reasonably sure that they didn't pose a danger of puncturing a lung, as long as Brian took it easy. John's time in the marines had given him the skills that he used so often after a hunt. Hunters avoided hospitals due to lack of income and an overabundance of questions. Mike worked on a second cut right below Brian's hairline. Once they were satisfied that he suffered no life threatening injuries, John helped him over to an old sofa and propped him up with pillows.
Brian was glad that his injuries weren't that bad. He had definitely suffered worse. He was hurting but in one piece and alive.
Mike put his supplies away and made a pot of coffee. "Why do we have that thing down there locked up in twenty different levels of devil traps?" John had given him enough info to convince him to help but he was curious to know the whole story.
Brian sat forward a little. "He is stronger than a normal demon. I may have pissed him off and he has been gunning for my head. We are trying to find out how to kill him but in the mean time we would like to get some information from him."
John added. "We are hoping that he knows a bit about the thing that killed our wives. Brian's daughter had been hanging out with my boys so she isn't in that things line of fire."
Mike nodded his head and grabbed some mugs. He filled each to the brim and handed them out. Night time was approaching but he didn't figure any of them would sleep much.
John grabbed his journal and took it to the table to show Mike what they had been working on.
Brian rested his head on the arm of the couch and tried to breathe through his sore ribs.
Once Mike was caught up, John pulled out his phone and made a call to Bobby.
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Bobby's phone rang and he jumped up to answer it. "John. Glad you called finally."
John chuckled. "Been a little busy, Bobby. What is up?" He walked over and sat in a chair beside the sofa, making sure the phone was on speaker so Brian could hear as well.
Bobby told them about Kate's dream and talking to Missouri. He told them about the bracelet and Missouri's theory.
Brian forced himself to sit up. "Y'all think she had a vision? Not just a nightmare?"
Bobby continued explaining the events of the day in detail, except for Sam's part in it. That was something the boy needed to tell John.
"Why would she have a vision about hell hounds. They aren't after her." Brian said, concern increasing.
"None of us know. This all just happened to day and I think we have more questions than answers." Bobby answered.
John had been silent for the majority of the conversation. He had gotten bits of info from various demons and had a vague theory.
Sam had walked into Bobby's office and looked nervous.
Bobby covered the mouth piece and asked Sam if he wanted to talk to John.
"No." He said. "But I guess I should. It could help Kate."
Bobby moved his hand and spoke again. "John. Sam has something he wants to tell you. Give the boy a chance before you start yelling."
John shook his head. "Alright, what is it?"
Sam took the phone and squeaked. "Hi, dad."
"Hey, Sammy. What is going on?" He asked.
Sam stumbled over his words and rambled before finally spitting out. "I have visions like Katie does!"
John was silent once more.
"Dad? Dad, talk to me, please." Sam's voice broke.
"How long have you known?" He asked calmly.
"Just today, dad, I promise. I had weird dreams before but didn't think much of it until talking to Missouri. I thought it was kinda normal or like a lucid dream because I could wake up in the dream and mess with stuff. I didn't know for sure though and I should have told you and Dean but I thought you'd think I was crazy or making it up. I-"
"Sammy, calm down." John said. "I'm not mad."
"What? Really?" Sam asked, shocked.
"If you didn't know that it was an issue, then there was no reason for you to know to tell us." John answered.
Sam hadn't prepared for calm John.
John sighed and rubbed his neck. "I don't know why you two have that in common but I think that the yellow eyed demon picked us. I don't think it was random. I don't know if he is going after children that have gifts or what. I aim to find."
Sam relaxed and slumped down in a chair. "So, me and Katie are connected?"
"It seems so, Sam. I don't know how or why but too many things add up to be a coincidence. The night Brian's house was hit, I had started to find a pattern and that is how I tracked the demon to his house. I just wasn't quick enough." His lack of timing had been one of his greatest regrets in life.
Dean was about to climb out of his skin. He wanted to talk to John and be part of the conversation but had promised Kate he would stay with her.
Almost on cue, Kate woke up and sat up to stretch.
"Our dads are on the phone." Dean said, letting blood flow back to his leg.
Kate jumped up and ran into Bobby's study and held her hand out for the phone. "Daddy?"
Brian moved the phone closer to him. "Kate, honey. How are you feeling?"
"Good, I guess. My head doesn't hurt any more."
"We have been telling your dad and John about everything that happened today." Bobby said.
Kate frowned. She didn't want her dad to think she was evil for having visions.
Brian spoke again. "We are trying to figure out how to help, Kate. We think you and Sam have some stuff in common and will get to the bottom of it."
Dean entered the room carrying her notebook. He tapped the page with bacon tower on it. "Where did you see this?" He asked.
She tilted her head and thought. "I don't know. I just drew it."
"Dad, you remember before you dropped us off, that waitress gave me a ton of extra bacon and I made a tower with it?" Dean asked.
"Yeah?" Said John.
"Kate has a drawing of the table and the plate. It is pretty spot on too. It is drawn from Sam's side of the table." He said, trying to let his dad catch up.
"Son, she wasn't there." John said, confused.
"Exactly, but somehow she has drawn it." Dean
Kate was silent. She didn't mean to draw it and didn't know it was something that actually happened.
"We think she is able to share memories." Sam added.
Everyone was silent and Kate felt like a side show attraction. Tears formed in her eyes and she looked out the window.
Bobby wrapped his arm around her and spoke again. "Now that everyone is caught up, I think we need to figure out what the hell is going on."
"I agree with you there Bobby." John said.
Brian was focused on what her vision had been of and was fighting the urge to throw up. His ribs ached and his mind raced.
"We were able to trap the demon we were searching for. He's down in Mike's basement chained up. We need a few more days and then we will head back to South Dakota." John said, moving the conversation along.
Kate's heart lightened. She wanted to see her dad and to spend time with him. She knew he would keep his promise to return but the months felt like years.
John cleared his throat. "I will call back tomorrow to see how things are. I have a few people I can call to round up some information. Message if you need anything and Kate? Stay out of Dean's head, there's no telling what you may find." He said with a chuckle and handed Brian the phone.
Dean threw his hands up. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Kate smiled and promised she would steer clear of his thoughts.
Bobby, Sam and Dean stepped out of the room to give Katie a chance to talk to Brian.
"What are we going to do about ghost dogs?" Dean asked in a whisper.
"Hell if I know." Bobby whispered back.
Sam walked back to his stack of books and flipped silently through the pages. If Kate could share his memories, could he share hers?