Chapter 4 (I think): The Possibility of Deceit.

Like myself, Kate has a large amount of shoes.

This poem was a spur of the moment, I hope y'all like it.

Fear is possibility

my fear is possibility,

of living without you,

but no one can tamper with the ways of fate,

until it is far, far too late,

you were the only one that felt like home,

and now that I am all alone,

I have no home to go to,

It is a way of life I cannot control,

You were so inviting,

You loved me for who I was,

You told me the decisions I made were my own fault,

If they ever went wrong.

Now I am left with nothing but memories,

And as I age,

They will slowly fade,

Until I forget you altogether,

I will not to erase you from my mind,

No matter how painful the memories,

And on my deathbed I will remember you,

How I loved you and you loved me,

I hope that you remember me too,

And when I join you in the city of guardians,

That you haven't forgotten me,

About the life you once had,

Kate was watching a funeral from the back row of the church. She admired the flowers and decorations that were placed to remember this person. She watched for a while, then noticed the board they had out the front with a picture of the person.

'in loving memory of

Kate Emily Winchester'

'1979-2006'

'she will have a place in our memories forever'

Kate gasped, she was watching her own funeral. Her eyes darted to various people sitting in the church. Many old school friends, her Karate club she managed, all of her martial arts students and her family. Dean and Sam were standing out the front reading the eulogy.

Kate stood up and sprinted towards them, then tugged on Sam's hand, "Sammy, it's me! Your sister Katie. I'm right here, I'm not dead! Please stop!" she screamed. Her brother did not reply, he simply patted Dean on the back. You could not hear what he was saying, it was like someone had muted the vision.

She looked down at the page, but there were no words. It was blank. She rushed over to the coffin. There she was, as white as a sheet. Her hair was beautifully curled and she was wearing her favourite outfit, her white skirt and elegant blue top.

She ran back to the altar where Sam and Dean were finishing the eulogy. Sam had a tear running down his cheek, Kate wiped it away with her thumb. "if you can't see or hear me then I'll have to make you!" she said loudly and went to push over a flowerpot. Her hands went straight through it.

She looked down at herself, she was fading away. In the distance she could see a bright light. Her mother and Jessica appeared, then beckoned to her to follow them. She shook her head violently and ran towards the back of the church. Kate tried to open the doors, but they were locked. She had no choice but to follow her mum and Jess.

She made her way back to the front of the church and wrapped her arms around Sam. She told him to be careful, then moved onto Dean. She cried into his shoulder and took her silver thumb ring off and put it on his right ring finger. She kissed him and then took Jess's hand, who led her to the light. Her mother wiped away her tears and kissed her on the cheek.

Kate woke with a start, temporarily forgetting where she was and tumbled out of the narrow bed she had been sleeping in. Sam rushed to her side, "are you okay?" he asked her and she nodded.

Dean nodded in recognition from the other side of the room, "you were having a bad dream. You should have seen yourself tossing around" he told her and went back to the laptop, "do you wanna tell us about it?" he offered.

Kate swore quietly at the pain now shooting up her back from the awkward way she had landed. "I was at…a funeral. It just scared me; that's all. Nothing to worry about." She hurried and changed the subject, "where's our next case?"

Dean spun the laptop around, "look familiar?" and his siblings found themselves looking at the White House. "you're shittin' me, right?" Kate scoffed, "how the hell are we going to get into the White House?"

Dean winked, "look at this." He clicked on another link and an ad flashed up.

15th June

President Bush's official White House Ball.

An exclusive Ball for Town and City founders across the country. Dress is formal and strict admittance. You must show proof that you are a founder of a town in America.

Kate laughed, "you really think we're going to get in? You hate suits and you don't have a partner to go with!" she told him, "I won't even get started on the dancing side of things. This is a really dicky plan, even for you"

Dean pulled out a credit card, "care to go shopping Kate?" he smiled at her and handed her his wallet. "you are not making me go with you!" she told him and threw the wallet back to him. Dean shrugged, "it's either you or I have to pretend to be gay and take Sammy"

Sam looked up from the newspaper he was reading, "Kate, we're going to get you a new outfit!" he told her forcefully and grabbed his jacket. Kate rolled her eyes and took the wallet from Dean once again, "fine. On one condition though. No kissing or anything. Holding hands is as far as I'll go with you" she told Dean as she made her way out the door.

Kate slipped into the floor length red dress and zipped it up, "how about this one Sammy?" she asked Sam and came out of the dressing room. The dress itself was cherry coloured and had a sash that tied into a small bow at the back. It had several layers of soft netting under the dress so it flared out slightly and strapless.

Kate rustled around looking for a pair of shoes to wear and found a pair of open toed stilettos with a diamante buckle on each one. She then found a beautiful necklace with a long chain and a diamante like the buckles on her shoes.

Sam gasped, his sister wasn't usually the glamorous type. She liked to dress for comfort. "it looks great, you'll definitely fit in with everyone else at the Ball. Do you want it?" he asked her. Kate nodded eagerly, "I feel like this dress has been waiting for me!"

They paid for the dress, shoes and jewellery. Kate stopped on the way back to the car, "hold on! Dean and I are supposed to be married, right?" she pointed at her ring finger, "nothing here!" she took the wallet and sprinted over to the jewellers across the street.

She remerged with a small bag and a huge smile, "I bought whatever I wanted but I wasn't too sure about Dean so I got him a plain gold band. Do you reckon that'll be alright?" she asked and they both got in the car and drove back to the motel.

A/N: Yay! We're off to Washington! Tune in for the next chapter!