Typical Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you to everyone and I hope you have been enjoying it.

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Kim relaxed a little, "well it's good to see that you're still alive and my efforts weren't wasted," she let out a light chuckle. "As much as I'd love to believe this is a 'happy' coincidence, I don't believe in such things. I never did find out why such powerful demons were after you three. So, where'd your dad?" Kim asked as she suddenly realized that he wasn't there. "He didn't get …" she let her voice trail off.

"No," Dean responded quickly. "He's just … off on his own right now. Working."

"You mean hunting?" Kim offered, which caught them off guard a little. Kim chuckled again, "Father Marcus told me that you guys were self-trained hunters. A bit better than amateurs from what he said too." There was a slight sparkle in her eye as Dean tensed up from the insult.

Sam stepped a little in front of Dean, "well we've be training for a long while, so I think I can say that we're quite a bit better than amateurs." He glanced back and forth between her and Dean hoping to relax the tension that seemed to be mounting. "We're here about the killings; we think we know what it is. I assume that's why you're here too?"

"You can get up and come out now Michael. Everything's fine," she said over her shoulder as she realized he was still crouched by the bed not moving. After she said that, Michael stood up, took a deep breath, and began gathering his shaving kit. Kim turned her attention back to the boys, "well, I know what it is too and I'll take care of it. You two should just enjoy your day and go home."

"What?" Dean burst out, "we're capable to handling the situation, we don't need your help."

"Help? Ha! I can take this beast in my sleep, you'll probably end up getting yourselves killed or worse and I'll have to come rescue you again." Her eyes were blazing and Dean stepped forward meeting her gaze. The only thing Sam could think of was two wild animals staring each other down to see who would flinch first.

Michael stepped out of the room, "uh … Kim?" She wasn't moving and neither was Dean. "Kim?" he tried a little louder thinking maybe she just didn't hear him, but when she still didn't move, he coughed and said, "Kim, please? We have work to do and while these boys may not be professionals such as yourself, we could always listen to what they've found? Right?"

Kim thought for a moment, took a breath, but didn't relax or move her gaze from Dean. "You and the priests are the researchers, Michael. You think you could have actually missed something that these bboys/b could have found." The stress she put on the word 'boys' made Dean scowl and Sam frown a little. "You presented the evidence and I told you what it was. I doubt we'll need their help, but that is your choice."

Michael tried to appear relaxed, "I think we should never leave anything to doubt. Isn't that what you've said before?"

Sam nodded at Michael, "we can just go over everything and take it on together, whether any of us believe we need the others help. Right? The more firepower we've got the less likely this thing will be a problem. Ok? Dean?" Sam touched Dean on the shoulder, "come on man, let's get our information."

Dean gave her a smirk and shrugged off Sam's hand, "sure, whatever." When Kim smirked back he had the sensation of wanting to punch her and kiss her all at the same time. Her eyes were blazing blue and his memory kept repeating their dance floor experience over and over in his head. They turned and headed for their room to pick up the rest of their research.

Kim glanced over at Michael, "you really think they've got something that we don't already know?" Michael just shrugged, "probably not, but I think they believe they are really good hunters, which they might be, and I think it would be better to hunt with them rather than have them get in our way." Michael suddenly got a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face, "besides, I think you like him."

Kim stiffened, "him who?"

Michael just smiled at her, "the older one, Dean I believe. Part of my training as a priest is a little psychology, remember? The way you talked about him after your last encounter and the way you're smirking and your eyes are smiling, I'd say you actually like him."

"My eyes aren't smiling." Kim glared at him.

"Not anymore they're not," Michael just laughed and went back in his room to finish unpacking. Kim just watched him go, then look towards the corner where Sam and Dean had disappeared going to their room. She turned to get her things from the Tahoe, "I do not like him," she mumbled, "and he's going to get in the way and I'm probably going to have to save his butt again … and I do not like him."

Michael just continued to laugh, "who are you trying to convince?"