Settled between the events of season 4 episode 6 "Yellow Fever" and season 4 episode 7 "It's the great pumpkin Sam Winchester".
In the road between Topeka and Lawrence, Kansas.
She cursed loudly as she realized her car was not going to start anymore. She tried getting it to start a few times but it was, once again, in vain. The young brunette climbed out of her car and decided to look under the hood of it even though she knew she was more than ignorant about how a car really works. She opened the hood and stared at what was there for a few seconds.
"Who am I kidding?" She asked herself as she took her phone out of her denim pocket ready to call her mother but then she remembered the fight she had with her. She had told her that she didn't want anything to do with her anymore. She decided on calling a mechanic instead but she hesitated since she knew it would cost her a lot of money that she didn't have. She bit on her bottom lip trying to think of a way to get herself out of this. Calling a friend who knows something about cars maybe? Mmh, she didn't have a lot of friends and the few that she had was as ignorant of cars as her.
She threw her head back and looked up at the blue sky. It seemed like this week was her bad week. She never had that much of bad luck ever. She lost her job because some stupid jackass pretended to be her and angered her boss just enough to make him fire her. She found out her boyfriend had been cheating on her with one of her supposedly friends. Her mother and she got on a fight over stupid things again. And so many other little stupid things had happened. She was fed up. All she really wanted right now was to get as far away as possible from her hometown and clearher mind.
She sighed as she closed her light brown eyes and rubbed her hand down her face. Suddenly, an idea crossed her mind. She remembered she had a little paper with all the important numbers to call in case of an emergency. She went back inside her little grey car to get this paper. As she searched for it, she accidentally cut her finger with another paper. She cursed at the pain before she grabbed the paper with the number and climbed out of the car. The paper and her phone all in one hand as she looked down at the papercut. It wasn't that big but damn it a papercut could really hurt. She sucked on it a little bit; an old habit that she always had to suck on the blood from little cuts like this ever since she was a little kid. She walked to the front of the car, looking down at the hood. Maybe she could ask some advice on how getting her car to work again on the phone instead of having somebody come here.
As she was going to dial the number, the earth suddenly began to shake under her feet. It wasn't a big shaking but it was enough to make her jump in surprise. She put her hands on the car to steady herself before she sighed shaking her head. She started typing the number on her phone when there was another shaking; more violent. She dropped the phone and the paper on the ground and gripped the car as she realized it was possibly going to turn into a real earthquake. Her bleeding cut hurting her even more by gripping on the car. Suddenly, a loud thunder was heard.
"What the hell?" she muttered before she looked up to see that the blue sky was gone and there was only a dark grey sky "Oh God..." suddenly, the ground shook again and she tried to walk to get back inside her car thinking it would be the safest place to be right now, no matter what was happening.
When she opened the driver's door, she saw a sort of round dark hole getting bigger and bigger. She looked at it with wide eyes as she took a few steps back before all of sudden she felt herself getting breathed inside the hole.
Then everything was just black.
Two tall men got out of a black 1967 chevy impala arguing over a missing pie in a bag. They had parked right in front of the front door of an old house surrounded by old and half destroyed cars.
"Dean, I'm telling you for the thousandth time, there wasn't any pie left!" The tallest of the two said when an old man wearing a cap walked out of the front door.
"Yeah, then tell me how is it that an old lady got out of the store after you with two boxes of pie?"
"What's going here? You can't come here without yelling under my porch you idjits?"
"Sorry Bobby but Dean doesn't know how to accept something when it's said to him."
"I know how to accept things, Sam. You're the one who doesn't know-"
"Okay, enough! I already have a headache today, don't add anymore to me or you'll just have to roll all the way back to wherever you've been!"
"Sorry, Bobby," Sam said glancing at his brother who just opened the hood to get his duffle bag. He walked there to get his own.
"Anyway, I hope you brought beers with you because I don't have any-" Bobby started to say before the three of them heard a loud noise coming from the stacked up cars. The old man frowned as he looked over there.
"Must be some wild cat," Dean said shrugging as he put his duffle bag on his shoulder.
"There ain't any around here," Bobby said still gazing over the cars. Sam glanced at him wondering also what made that noise. Suddenly, the clouds started to gather up in the sky and a loud thunder was heard. The rain started to pour widely.
"Damn it! Let's get inside!" Dean said as Sam grabbed his bag letting him shut the hood. The three men got inside the house.
"Talk about a shower!" Sam said as they walked in the full of books living room of the old man's house. They could hear the rain pouring outside.
"Wasn't supposed to rain today," Bobby said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, well never trust the weather news that's what I always say," Dean said pointing at the old man.
"No you don't," Sam told him.
"Well, now I do," Dean smirked at Sam who went to pull the curtains away of one window. He looked outside "Okay, I'm gonna head to the shower and-"
"Guys!" Sam almost shouted.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"I think there's something out there."
"There's a lot of things out there, Sammy."
"No, I mean there's something moving... I think it's someone?" Sam said. Bobby and Dean looked at each other before they walked quickly by Sam's side. They looked out there to see indeed a moving form on the top of a few cars.
"I'll get a rifle. Bring your demon knife in case," Bobby said as he walked towards the front door. Dean took out the demon knife and Sam his gun. They followed the old man outside.
"Damn it. This thing couldn't come earlier when it was all sunny!" Dean complained as the rain poured on them.
"Okay, I'll go this way. Dean you this tight way and you turn around. Sam, you go left. We're gonna circle whatever this is," Bobby told them as they all went separate ways.
Groaning, the brown-haired woman opened her brown eyes as she felt water coming all over her face and her body. She put her hand on her face and sat up.
"What the hell?" she whispered as she looked around her. She was laid on the front seats of a car with a roof shattered open. She looked up to see the dark sky and its raining. Suddenly, as she was looking at the car she realized she wasn't in her car. She remembered everything that happened before she passed out. She was driving in an empty road when her car had stopped. She had tried to call a mechanic when the sky turned dark and the earth started to shake. Then, when she had wanted to get in her car there was a dark hole forming. And then she woke up here. Her eyes were wide as she realized that it was really, really not good at all.
"I need to get out of here and to find help-" she told herself as she pushed the door in front of her with her feet only to have it bang loudly on another car right next to it "Damn it."
She looked up and started getting out from the open roof. When half of her body was out she took a glimpse at the surroundings "Great, I was thrown in a junkyard!" She got herself completely out and was now standing on the roof. She almost fell down because of the rain, so she decided to be more careful and knelt on the roof of the car. She looked to her left and noticed a house with a few lights on "I could go and ask for help in there," she said as she tried climbing down this car "Seriously? Who put cars over cars over cars?!" She complained as she fell on her bottom. As she was almost finished climbing down the cars, she noticed three people getting out of the house. Her eyes got wide when she noticed that one of them was carrying a riffle "Oh God, that must be my kidnappers!" She gasped. She saw the tallest one of the three pull a gun out and she gasped for the second time.
"Okay, I need to get out of here asap!" She told herself in a whisper.
She managed to get down on the muddy ground, thankful to have put on converse sneakers and not a pair of heels when she woke up this morning. She started walking around a few cars and tried to find her way out without crossing the road with one of the three men. But, it was her bad luck week and she almost immediately saw the tallest man with the gun. She walked back and headed to the other direction, trying to walk as fast as possible.
"Hey! Stop!" A grumpy voice shouted. She stopped and turned her head to see a man with a cap on. She looked at his rifle and gulped.
"I'm screwed. I'm gonna die," She muttered as he walked towards her. She noticed him putting the rifle down by his sides and decided it was the right moment to run away.
"Stop!" He shouted as she ran in between the cars "Boys!She's here!"
She was running in different directions trying to find a way out of there when she suddenly collided onto someone.
"Hey!" A tall man said and she recognized him as being the tall one with a gun. He was even taller than she thought. He put one of his hands on her arm when she kicked him hard to his groin. He cursed under his breath as he put his hands over the injured place and she ran away. Fortunately she was a fast runner and she knew how to defend herself. If there was one thing her mother had done more than right it had to be the forced lessons of karate when she was younger.
"Where is it?!" Dean asked as he arrived in front of his little brother.
"It's not a it... It's a girl. She went that way," Sam groaned as he showed the way with one hand.
"Ouch," Dean said as he realized where his brother was hurt before he ran to another way hoping to catch her on the other end. And, he was right. He arrived on the end of his way and saw her running. He ran towards her and jumped on her, tackling her down. They both were on the mud now.
"Ugh," He groaned as she screamed. She kicked him trying to get free from his strong hold "Bobby I've got her!" He shouted right before she punched him hard on his left cheek. "Damn it!" He groaned before he straddled her lap and grabbed both of her wrists holding them against the ground up near her head.
"Leave me alone!" She shouted at him as she kept twisting her body under him.
"Damn it woman! Stop moving your body like that when you've got a man on you!" He told her when Bobby arrived followed by Sam.
"Who are you?" Bobby asked her "And what are you doing in my propriety?!"
"Get off me first!"
"There's no way I'm moving off of you, sweetheart. Not until you tell us what you are."
"Not a demon that's for sure. Otherwise she would have pushed you off her easily," Bobby said.
"Christio?" Dean said and when nothing happened he turned his head at the two other men "Maybe a shapeshifter. I say let's find out." He said as he turned his attention back to her. He held her wrists with one hand and pulled out the demon knife out of his pocket with the other. The woman stared up at him with wide eyes.
"What are you gonna do with that?!"
"Just checking something," Dean told her with a wicked smile before he pulled her right sleeve down.
"No, no, no. No, please God, don't do that. I-" She started to beg him but he cut a bit of her skin and she closed her eyes shut. Dean looked at the cut then at her face before he looked up at Bobby shaking his head.
"Miss can you tell us what you're doing here?" Bobby asked as he got closer to her.
"Well you should know you're the ones who kidnapped me!"
"What? We didn't kidnap you!" Dean said frowning as he looked down at her "We're the good people."
"Good people? You just sliced me open!" She shouted at him and his expression changed into something she couldn't point a finger at. He looked like if he was suddenly very far away in his thoughts. She looked up at the old man "You drugged me, right? I mean this whole earth quake, dark sky and dark hole aspiring me it was the drugs you gave me. If this is a bad joke then it's really, really not funny!"
"Look, we have no idea what you're talking about. But what Dean said is true and we can help you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm Bobby Singer by the way. And this is Sam Winchester and this idjit is Dean. Dean get off her!" The cap headed man said.
"Yeah." He stood up and he looked down at the woman offering her a hand to stand up which she accepted without saying a word.
"What's your name?" Bobby asked her.
"Kaitlin. But you can call me Kate," she simply replied as she looked down at herself and groaned. She was covered with mud from hair to toes because of that Dean guy who had tackled her down. She put her hand down on the cut this Dean guy did to her, frowning with confusion.
"Okay, let's get inside so you can get cleaned up," The old man said as he noticed her expression. She looked up and nodded at him.
Once Kate had finished her shower where she had been asking herself a thousand questions over what was happening, she walked out of the tub with a towel around her body. She looked at her nasty clothes and mentally slapped her forehead for forgetting that she didn't have any other clothes to put on. Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Hum, it's Sam. I- hum I thought you could need some clean clothes so I-"
"Oh thanks!" She cut him off as she walked towards the door and opened it. He looked down at her and coughed before looking away from her naked body that was covered with only a little white towel "I was actually cursing myself for not having anything else to wear."
"Oh well, here you go." He said trying not to let his eyes wander lower as he handed her a pile of clothes.
"Thank you," She said taking the clothes from him "And hum sorry for earlier," She said tilting her head down low at his crotch.
"Oh, hum it's okay..." He replied nervously trying to hide the fact that he was still a bit hurt downstairs "I'm gonna let you put your clothes on."
"Yeah," She only said as he left and she closed the door sighing.
After have spent a rather long amount of time thinking about what was happening to her, wondering if it was a dream, she began to think about what those men said when they caught her earlier. Demon? Shapeshifter? She decided to not over think all of that in order to avoid a headache.
She opened the bathroom door wearing a shirt that was so large for her that it went to her mid-tights and didn't let any of her woman curves show off. She was also wearing a pair of shorts that were also bigger than her but that she managed holding it up around her little waist. She was sure that those clothes belonged to Sam. She looked at the hallway as she walked. She turned to the right and stopped as she listened to the three men talking.
"I say we just throw her back to where she comes from and then we'll be able to knock ourself to sleep!" A rough voice said. She recognized it. It was Dean's.
"Yeah, I guess after the storm has calmed down, that'd be the right thing to do," A voice said more softly; it was Sam's.
"You idjits, I ain't gonna throw her away until I find out what she was doing in my yard!"
"Bobby, come on is that really important? As far as we know she's got nothing to do with the supernatural world so let's not waste time and tell her to go home."
"Why are you so eager to make her go?" Sam asked.
"I'm not. I just want to rest before the next case and I don't think it's smart to keep a citizen in a place full of those things!"
"You've got a point, Dean. But there's still a problem. She doesn't know how she got here and we don't know either," Bobby said.
"Fifty bucks, she was drunk when she came in here!" Dean exclaimed.
"I wasn't drunk," she said as she stepped in the doorway of the dusty living room full of books. The three men turned their gaze at the woman with wet curly-wavy hair.
"So what were you doing there?" Dean asked her as he looked at her with a stern look. She could feel that he wasn't trusting her at all.
"I don't know. I woke up in one of those cars and then you three started chasing me with weapons!"
"We thought you were something else," Sam told her.
"Yeah, a demon or a shape whatever?" she scoffed "I don't know if this is a joke or some kind of stupid candid camera but this isn't funny! I thought I was gonna die in this black hole! Did you drug me or -"
"Black hole? What the hell are you talking about kid?" Bobby asked her, his arms crossed over his chest as he furrowed his eyebrows at her. He was studying her, trying to see if she was lying.
"I guess it was a side effect of the drugs you gave me," she mumbled to herself.
"Look sweetheart, none of us gave you any drugs," Dean told her as he took one step towards her.
"Don't call me sweetheart," she told him sternly and he did a semi scoff semi smirk before he turned around to sit down on a chair that was there. "Look, I just wanna go home, please."
"Sure, we're gonna let you go home," Sam said as he looked at her with gentle eyes "But we need to understand what happened to you. It may be serious." She looked at him and weighed the pros and the cons in her head quickly.
"Alright," she sighed.
"Tell us the last thing you remember," the older man told her as he motioned to one chair. She walked towards it and sat down as Dean mumbled something under his breath before he took a long sip of his beer. She frowned at him. He may be good-looking but damn it was he rude.
"I was driving in the road leading to Lawrence when-"
"Why Lawrence?" Dean cut her off.
"Why not?" She asked him and they stared at each other for a long few seconds before Dean turned his gaze back to his beer. "Anyways, I was driving to Lawrence when my car stopped in the middle of the road. There was nobody out there so I decided to try give a look under the hood," Dean looked at her with raised eyebrows. "But I'm worse than unskilled for that," Dean scoffed making her glare at him while Sam coughed a bit to make his brother stop. She took a breath before continuing. "Then there were those earthquakes getting more violent each time. And then the sky was dark and I heard a few thunders. I got scared; I mean the sky was of the brightest blue one second and then it was dark and I knew a storm was going to start so I decided to wait in my car. But when I opened it... Hum there was this black hole, it was getting bigger and bigger and I could feel like it was aspiring. So I tried to back away from it but..." she frowned her eyebrows at the memory as she stared at a wall.
"But?" Bobby said.
"But I think it swallowed me. I remember it pulling me in," she looked up to look at the three men staring at her. "So are you gonna call an institution or should I do it myself?"
"You're not crazy, Kate," Sam told her gently.
"Then what was all of this if not drugs?"
"Hum we don't know but we'll figure it out, right Bobby?"
"Of course! But, first do you wanna call your relatives?" He said and her face lit up.
"Please!" She said as he nodded to her at one phone that was on his desk. She stood up and walked to that place.
"Make yourself comfortable. We'll be in the kitchen," Bobby told her and she gave him a smile. The two younger men looked at her a bit surprised. It was the first time she had smiled and she had a very pretty smile; one of those that could lit up a whole room.
"She can smile," Dean said scoffing before Sam pushed him lightly on his shoulder making him follow the two others to the kitchen.
As the two brothers and the old man with a cap went to talk in the kitchen, Kate sat down on the chair with a sigh. She looked at the old phone in her hands and wondered who to call first. The last time she talked to her mother, it was a heated argument where she had told her she didn't want to see her anymore. Mother, no good idea. Maybe she could call some friends of hers to come and pick her up from where she was. At this right moment, she realized she had no idea at all of where she was. She glanced up at the closed sliding doors where the three people disappeared wanting to ask them when she realized that they were certainly talking about her. She bit on her bottom lip as she looked at the papers on the desk looking for a letter where there would be the address of this place. However, she didn't find anything like that. She found things that were very different from ordinary papers. There were papers with patterns that looked like devil pentagram and a few books written in Latin. She started reading them thanking her old self to have decided to take Latin classes when she was younger. Her eyes got bigger and bigger when she realized she was reading a sort of magical ritual that needed the blood of a young lamb. She glanced up to the slightly closed sliding doors before looking right back down at the other papers. Seals breaking? Lilith and Lucifer?
Kate gulped as she realized those men were more than certainly psychos and devil fanatics who were going to sacrifice her. She decided to dial the first number that got in her mind quickly. She had to get out of here before they killed her.
"Hello?" The voice replied on the other end.
"Peter?" She whispered.
"Hum yeah. Who's it?"
"It's me Kate," she replied in a whisper.
"Kate who?" He asked making her groan.
"Look I know we broke up and I told you to forget me because you selfish bastard you cheated on me, but I need your help," she whispered to him.
"What? Who the hell is it?" He asked and Kate groaned.
"Stop making fun of me, I've been kidnapped by devil fanatics," she whispered.
"Is this a joke? Sarah baby, it's you isn't it?"
"Who is this fucking Sarah? You cheated on me with Eva and some Sarah too?" She told him.
"Look, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna hung up and if you call one more time, I'll just call the cops, okay?" He said hanging up on her.
"No, Peter I-" She started to say before she realized he had hung up on her. "Asshole." She looked up at the sliding doors and decided that seeing the situation she was in, she could call her mother.
"Hello?" Her mother's voice said.
"Please don't hang up like I know you are going to. But I really do need your help-"
"Who's that?"
"It's me, mom," she replied in a whisper.
"Mom? I'm sorry I think you got the wrong number," her mother said.
"Oh come on don't do that to me. I know I told you I wasn't your daughter anymore but can you just get over this-"
"I'm sorry I don't under-"
"Look, I know I was wrong, you were right like always but mom I've been kidnapped!" She shouted in a whisper.
"What? The number didn't appear on my phone screen... Oh my God... Is this the only call you can make?" The voice of her mother was now a low whisper.
"Yes I mean no... But I don't know how long I have before they sacrifice me for the devil or God knows what. I don't even know where I am... I woke up there and they cut me and-"
"Oh my god, if this is a joke-"
"It's not a joke," she cut her off glancing up at the sliding doors. "They are three and I don't know they seem nice but I think they're playing with my mind and I can say they are psychos..."
"Okay, okay. I'll just call the cops. What is your name?"
"What? Mom!" Kate let out a bit louder than she wanted to.
"I'm sorry I'm not your mom..."
"Come on, it's me Kate," she told her. The sliding doors opened without her noticing it.
"Kate what?"
"Kaitlin Anderson... Mom I'm not joking please..."
"Kaitlin Anderson? God... This must be the worst joke ever... My daughter Kaitlin died at birth," she said and Kate's face went pale "You must feel really proud of you to make this kind of joke. Now, get yourself a life and some dignity and leave me alone."
"No, it's me-" She said but the call ended as her mother hung up on her.
Kate was frozen with the phone on her ear, her eyes staring down at the desk.
"You're okay?" She heard a voice ask her. She looked up at the old man.
"Can I try again? I-I think there's a little problem," she told him and Bobby nodded as he noticed the colors had left her face. She dialed her mother's number again.
"I told you to leave me alone," her mother told her.
"No, no. Please, it's me! Don't pretend I don't exist-" She said but her mother hung up on her. She dialed it a third time but her mother hung up on her without even answering.
"What's going on kiddo?" Bobby asked her with frowned eyebrows while Sam was near the sliding doors staring at her from there.
"My... My mother and my boyfriend hum ex-boyfriend they, they are pretending to not know who I am," she replied before giving out a chuckle. "She went as far as telling me I died when I was born... I almost did but I didn't die and there she is telling me this because we had a stupid argument!"
"Do you have anyone else to call?" He told her. She looked up at him and shruggedshaking her head.
"I don't remember everyone's numbers, I-I don't know."
"It's okay. Why don't you rest a little bit and then you'll call them again," he told her "Or maybe if you prefer we can drive you home tomorrow morning?"
"That'd be cool," she replied nodding her head almost absently as she was thinking over and over her phone calls with her mother and her ex-boyfriend. She walked to the couch and sat down there. Bobby left the room saying he was coming back in a few minutes when Sam spoke up.
"Maybe we can try Facebook?" He suggested and she looked up at him.
"That's actually a great idea," she told him and he gave her a small smile before walking away.
Dean arrived in the room a second after and he immediately saw the expression on her face. She was sad over something and it made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't like having sad girls around because they always asked for comfort and some cheesy talk to cheer them up, which he was far from good at.
"You hungry?" He asked her out of the blue. She looked up at him and frowned her eyebrows.
"Actually I am," she replied.
"You like pizza?"
"You know someone who don't?" He gave her a corner smile before walking to the kitchen. He stopped and turned around to look at her.
"I'm sorry for... You know," he told her as he pointed at her arm.
"Yeah, it's okay," she replied and he nodded at her as his brother arrived with his laptop. He walked in the kitchen leaving the two to do whatever they were going to.
"Okay, I just switch it on and then you can reach your friends via Facebook," he told her and she nodded. He put the laptop down on the coffee table right in front of the couch.
"I wasn't even going to make a Facebook but I was convinced by a few people because it was apparently going to be useful one day... and here came the day," she said jokking though her tone was a little dull. "By the way, where are we?"
"Sioux falls, South of Dakota," Sam replied as he typed his password on his laptop. She stared at him. "What?"
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Hum no," Sam replied.
"I was driving towards Lawrence and I was coming from Topeka in Kansas," she said articulating every single word. "How the hell did I appear here?"
"This is a question we're asking ourselves too actually," he replied "Especially since you told us what happened before you woke up here."
"It's not possible..." She breathed out. He looked at her and squeezed his eyes a little bit.
"Did you smell any kind of nasty smell before you passed out? Like rotten eggs?"
"No," she shook her head frowning in confusion. "Why?"
"Nothing, it's just... Maybe you think you just woke up but you actually did the whole trip from that road to here unconsciously?"
"Unconsciously?" She asked looking at him with raised eyebrows. He licked his lips and coughed.
"Or possessed?" Dean said as he leaned on the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. She looked up at him.
"By a demon?" She said sarcastically before she turned to look at Sam who had a very serious expression on his face. "What? You don't actually believe I could have been possessed by a demon?"
"I'm sorry but it could have happened. Though, your story doesn't correspond to one of a possession," Sam said shaking his head. Kate stared at him as he looked down at his laptop. He looked so relaxed when saying this as if it was a casual conversation. She looked up at Dean who just stared at her before taking a long sip of his beer. "Okay, you can type up your name and password," Sam told her as he looked at her and she didn't say anything as she leaned down on the laptop and typed the informations needed to get access of her account. She typed enter and frowned when the page that appeared told her the account didn't exist. Sam's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Can I retry?" She asked him as Dean walked back in the kitchen where he was cooking a frozen pizza that he got out of the fridge.
"Sure, go ahead," Sam told her and she typed for the second time only to have this same page appeared.
"I don't understand I'm sure it's that! It's the same password I use for almost everything," she said.
"Do you go to university maybe?"
"Yeah, I do actually," she replied "But it is in France." Sam looked at her surprised.
"Then what are you doing in the US in the middle of the year?"
"I took a year off," she told him "I needed to clear my mind a little bit and I had found a little job in my hometown." She shrugged and Sam nodded.
"Okay, so I guess we could still find some traces of you if we write your name and the university name," he told her and she nodded.
"My name's Kaitlin Anderson and it's the Sorbonne University," she told him and he was even more surprised.
"It's a pretty well-known one," he said as he typed down the information.
"And yet it's not really the best of Paris," she replied as she stared at the screen.
"Your last name is spelled like that right?" He asked and she nodded as he clicked enter. They both frowned at the screen. "Did I write something wrong?"
"No," she replied "Maybe try to write it in this website," she said pointing at a link "We can find old and new students of the University in there." He nodded and did so. The result was the same. There was no Kaitlin Anderson at all. Sam looked up at her and frowned his eyebrows. "I don't understand what's happening."
"Something'swrong?" Bobby asked as he came back in the room with his arms full of books.
"Wait, I'm just gonna look in there, when and where were you born?" Sam said.
"Hum April 18, 1984. And Dallas, Texas," she replied before she looked down at what he was doing. "Is this really the FBI database?!" She asked shocked.
"Hum yeah," Sam replied as he glanced up at her before a phone started to ring and Bobby answered it claiming to be the FBI boss of looked at Bobby and then back at the young man sitting right next to her.
"You're not FBI agents undercover are you?" She asked looking at Sam.
"No, we're not," he replied as he kept his eyes glued on his laptop typing things over and over againas Bobby hung up.
"But you're hacking their database and he was pretending to be an FBI agent to whoever it was on the phone," she said and Sam nodded. "And of course, I don't have to worry at all." Sam nodded before he glanced at her and saw panic written all over her face. He stopped what he was doing and turned a little bit to face her.
"You don't have to worry at all. We help people, we really do. And sometimes we need to lie to help them or to hack the FBI database," he told her shrugging as he gave her a little smile trying to reassure her. He looked very sincere and had one of those genuinely kind face so it was difficult for her to nottrust him even though the whole situation was far from reassuring.
"What about the Lilith and Lucifer stuff and the sixty-six seals?" She asked him making Bobby look at her suspiciously in one second and Sam shifted in his position too as he stared at her.
"How do you know about that?" Sam asked her.
"It was on the desk," she motioned to Bobby's desk "When I was making my calls, I saw a few papers and books talking about it."
"It's written in Latin," Bobby said.
"And I read Latin," she replied as she turned to look at him. He was staring at her and she realized she might have upset them. "Okay, I know I shouldn't have done that... Especially since it kinda scared the crap out of me that you've got all those kind of things laid casually on your desk but you tell me that I might have been possessed by a demon so casually and you cut me to see if I'm a shape-shapeshifter or whatever! I mean it's just-" She stopped when the laptop made a beeping sound and on the screen appeared that she was a person who died at birth. Sam who noticed her face turned to look at the screen. "What the hell?"
"You're dead," he told her.
"I'm dead? I can't be dead," she said.
"What is it Sam?" Bobby asked as he walked towards them as Kate stood up. "Calm down," he told her.
"It says I'm dead! How the hell do you want me to calm down?!" She shouted as she pointed at the laptopwhile taking a few steps back.
"It says you died at birth," Sam told her looking up at her and Bobby turned to look at hertoo.
"Wasn't it what your mother said on the phone?" He asked her.
"Yeah but it didn't happen! I'm here! I'm standing right in front of you in flesh so how the hell could I be dead?!" She shouted before she was hit on the head and fell on the floor unconscious.
"Dean!" Both Bobby and Sam said in the same time as they stared at him in shock.
"What? You heard her! How can she be standing in front of us in flesh if she's dead?" He told them as he put down the rifle with which he hit her on the head. "Come on, let's tie her to a chair until she wakes up and we can find out what she really is."
"I don't think it was necessary," Sam said "She looked genuinely afraid and unaware of what's happening to her."
"Yeah? Well, I look genuinely afraid and unaware of what's happening to her too. But if there's something we've learned all those years hunting the supernatural, it is to not trust somebody who appears out of nowhere and has a certificate of death," Dean said as he put his arms under the brunette and carried her as he looked down at her face "Even if it's a hot chick."
Kate opened her eyes, groaning as she felt a strong pain on her head. She found herself tied to a chair in the middle of the room she was in a sort of basement. She tried to remember what happened and her eyes suddenly got big.
"God," was all that escaped her mouth as she started to look at the whole place surrounding her. There were weapons on one side, a chair and a desk with a few documents and a couple of books on it, a bed and a cupboard with provisions. She looked up to see there was a giant aeration system with a sort of pentagram in the vent. She looked down to see another big pattern on the floor. She sighed longly. "I knew they weren't as nice and innocent as they looked like... Freaking psychos fanatics of the devil," she whispered to herself before her gaze landed on a poster of a woman in a swimsuit. She frowned confused as she tilted her head. If she remembered right in all the movies she's ever seen, the room where the psychos held the people they kidnapped in didn't look like the one she was in, and there certainly wasn't any bimbos posters. She remembered that they were trying to help her before she passed out, or at least they seemed to be helping her. So, why would they tie her up and keep her locked in a room like this one? Were they playing with her? She bit on her bottom lip as she looked down at the pattern and frowned. Maybe they really thought she was possessed by something evil?
Suddenly, she heard a noise of fluttering wings followed by the noise of a step.
"Kaitlin Anderson?" She stopped breathing when she heard that rough and unfamiliar voice say her name. More steps were heard and she was now faced by a dark-haired man with very blue eyes and a trench coat. "You don't have to be scared."
"Yeah, sure," she replied sarcastically "It's not like I'm tied up in a basement full of weapons and weird patterns that look like devil ones."
"Those are devil traps," he told her "It helps hunters when they are exorcising a demon out of a person."
"Oh God," she groaned "But I am not possessed!"
"I know you are not," he told her nodding his head.
"Then why am I tied up? What are you and your friends going to do?" She asked him.
"I am not going to do anything to you. And they are not going to do anything to you because I am going to tell Dean to free you," he said calmly.
"Can't you free me instead of calling Dean or anyone else?" She asked him.
"I can but I rather they do it. They don't trust you. But this is because they can't see your soul. They can't see how different you are from anything that's ever grazed this world," he replied and she stared at him as if he was mad and truth be told that's what she thought he was.
"And you can see my soul of course," she told him nodding her head.
"Every angel of the Lord can see anyone's soul," he told her "But I do admit I never thought I'd have the chance to see one of an human from another dimension. I never thought it would be this much more beautiful than the humans from here."
"Okaay, so you're an angel," she said "An angel of the Lord, and I am from another dimension," she said with an unbelieved tone.
"You don't believe me," he told her as he leaned forward.
"You think?" She told him and he stared at her.
"Why do you think your mother and the man you used to fornicate with didn't recognize you on the phone? Why do you think the Wichester brothers didn't find anything about you at all except that you have the identity of a person that should be dead a long time ago?"
"You-you did something," she accused "You're playing with my mind. You four have kidnapped me and you've been having the time of your life playing with my sanity!"
"This is not true," he told her with frowned eyebrows as he stared at her. "You were brought here by something powerful and we the soldiers of the Lord, smelled your arrival but we can't explain it. You are not in any outline. You are not supposed to be here."
"You are angels? Do angels slice people open and drink beer in this world?" She asked him sarcastically and he looked down at her forearm where Dean had cut her. He walked closer to her and she closed her eyes in fear. She always had a big mouth and she was now afraid that she might have upset him. Her mother had once told her rhat her big mouth full of sarcasm would give her troubles one day. She hesitantly opened her eyes when she realized he wasn't doing anything except looking at the cut on her arm as he was bent down.
"Your hosts are not angels. They are hunters," he told her as he looked up at her. She didn't say anything. "You have faith in God, I know you have. So why don't you believe that I am an angel?" She only stared at him as she bit down on her tongue in order to not reply with a sarcastic answer. "Maybe you need some proof?" He said before he put his hand over the cut. She looked down at what he was doing and was a bit surprised to see a little bit of light leaving the spaces between his fingers. He put his hand away and she was more than surprised. The cut was gone. "I am not supposed to do this but if it helps to make you believe what is happening I am sure my commanders will understand."
"You-you... How the hell did you do that?" She asked him as he stood up and took a step back. He looked at her in silence. "You really are an angel?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God," she said in a whisper as she looked back and forth at her forearm and at him. "Then where are your wings? And why are you wearing a trench coat?"
"Those questions are irrelevant for now," he replied "All you need to know is that you were brought here by something very powerful but I doubt it is my Father... Although there is absolutely nothing more porwerful than him."
"You are like Leo from Charmed," she said as she looked at him with a dumb expression.
"Hum who? I don't know any Leo from any place called Charmed. Is it an important detail from your dimension?" He asked her and she frowned.
"Dimension? My dimension?" She said "Wait... Were you serious when you said I am from another dimension?" She asked panicked.
"Yes," he simply replied.
"How do I go back?" She asked him.
"I don't know," he replied.
"What do you mean you don't know? You're an angel, you're supposed to know those kind of things!"
"I am only supposed to follow orders from my commanders," he told her. "And they don't know either."
"What?... But-but I don't understand how-" She was cut off by him putting his fingers on her forehead which made her sleep.
"Hey, take it slow," Dean said as Kate groaned and tried to open her eyes as he was untying her. When he finished he carried her and let her down on the bed. It wasn't even four in the morning but he was already awake after the angel that saved him from Hell appeared in his dream once again. This time it was to tell him to free Kaitlin because she was to be protected. Apparently, the brunette was not from this dimension and this was the reason why they couldn't find anything about her on any database. The angel had told him that as long as she was in this dimension they had to protect her until they found a way to bring her back home. He hadn't said anything else before his dream ended and he woke up. He hadn't waited long before putting on his clothes, taking a long sip of his bottle of alcohol and then walking downstairs to Bobby's panic room.
Dean was hovering her, looking at her face. She was pretty cute with lips that weren't too full but weren't too thin either. Her nose was round and cute and she had a mole on one of her cheek. Her skin was a flawless creamy white and with the natural redness of her lips he didn't know why but she reminded him of Snow White. Slowly her eyes opened, and the light brown color of them immediately met the green of his. She stared at him for a moment and he gave her a little smile. She smiled back before she frowned and pushed him away. "Woah, easy tiger!"
"You! Don't get any closer from me!" She shouted at him and sat up before standing up. She grabbed the pillowand held it in front of her.
"Are you really going to defend yourself with a pillow?" He asked her a bit amused and she stared at him before she glanced behind him. The door was open. She threw the pillow at his face and ran to the open door. He quickly caught her from behind and she kicked him with her elbow before throwing her head back to hit him in the chin. "Son of a bitch," he groaned as she ran out of his reach. But once again, he quickly grabbed her and put more force this time as he pushed her against a wall. "Calm down! I'm not going to do anything to you!"
"Oh really then what were you doing putting me on a bed while I was unconscious and staring at me like that?"
"I didn't want to wake you up when I untied you, so I just put you on the bed," he replied and she stared at him in silence as he stared her back. His face was pretty close to hers so they could both feel each other's breath on their faces. Her eyes gazed all over his face in a short couple of seconds before they settled in his gaze. She looked into his deep green eyes and immediately knew that she could trust him but she didn't know why. "I'm gonna step back but only if you promise to behave, okay?"
"Why don't you make the same promise?" She said back and he smirked as he let go of her and took a step back.
"Okay, look we need to sit down because there's a few things you need to know," he told her as she looked down at her wrists that he had held rather forcefully against the wall. She noticed that the cut he had given her was gone. She remembered the visit of that man with a trench coat. The angel.
"You're a hunter, aren't you?" She said looking up at him.
"How did you know?" He asked her suspicious.
"Would you believe me if I told you that a man in a trench coat told me this and that he is an angel too?" Shetold him.
"What else did he tell you?" He asked her.
"That I was from another dimension," she replied in almost a whisper.
"I guess we don't need to sit down anymore."