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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Sam and Dean joined Kim in Michael's room. They laid down everything they had and Michael showed them what he and the other priests had found. Both sets of information were pretty much the same. Michael just smiled and said, "it looks like these boys are pretty good researchers themselves, Kim." Kim snorted, but didn't protest. Michael's smile widened slightly, "We know where it attacks, we're pretty sure it's a werewolf, and we know how to kill it. Now you guys just have to decide on a plan to do so."

Kim stood up and headed for the door. "The moon will be starting the cycle tonight. I think it'll be nice to take a walk in the woods. It shouldn't be too hard to attract its attention and take care of it."

"What?" Sam and Dean both said it in unison and Kim almost burst into laughter. Dean scowled, "you've got to be kidding. You're just going to wonder around the woods and hope that it doesn't surprise you?"

"I'm not so easily surprised," she challenged.

"You know how fast werewolves can be and they can be very quiet. Almost as bad as a wendigo in the woods," Dean countered.

Kim stood her ground as they stepped at each other and stood face to face. "I've got better hearing that most animals and the reflexes to match. I've been training as a hunter since I was a toddler, and I don't mean amateur training either." Kim was slightly shorter than Dean, but that didn't dissuade her from staring him straight in the eye defiantly.

Michael and Sam just stood watching, not quite sure if they should intervene or if they wanted to see the inevitable fist fight that was boiling up. They looked at each other and knew they were thinking the same thing. Michael nodded, so Sam moved closer to the two, "look guys, we can work something out. Maybe Dean and I can take up positions somewhere and sit quietly. Just for backup?"

Kim kept her gaze on Dean, "if you're in the woods, then it's possible that it'll smell you or hear you."

"Don't forget that you're supposed to be taking me along with you as well," Michael piped in. "This is supposed to be a learning experience for me, remember?"

"Oh no you aren't!" Kim turned her glare from Dean over to Michael. "I had to bring you along, but I'm not letting you out in those woods."

"You can't stop Sam and me from going in there, so you might as well just let us plan this together," Dean was not going to back down. He certainly wasn't going to be outshone by this woman again. She'd surprised him before at the bar, but he wasn't about to let her go after this werewolf alone.

Kim stood there for a minute looking back and forth between Dean and Michael. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear. If anyone gets bitten or has blood on blood contact with the werewolf, I will not hesitate to shoot you in the heart with a silver bullet just as I plan on doing to it. There is no cure for this disease; anyone who gets infected will become one."

"That's pretty cold," Sam frowned.

"It's what has to be done, Sam." Kim sighed, "Otherwise, in a month or so we'll be right back here hunting another one, only it'll be one of you."

Dean stiffened slightly, "and you'd have no problem just killing one of us, before it's even determined that we were infected?"

Kim turned, "of course. That's my job. I'm a hunter, a killer, that's what I've been trained to do. Kill supernatural enemies. If you get bitten, you will be infected, there's no way to get around it. And it's better to put you out of your misery before you change." She turned back towards Michael and Sam, "Sorry, but it's the way it has to be, so I'd prefer if you didn't come along."

Dean made a light snort, "and what if you get bitten?"

"I'll take care of myself." Kim turned back to Dean and he shuddered inside looking at the coldness that had suddenly entered her eyes. "I do not have a fear of dying. Everyone and everything dies eventually." She sighed as she noticed the look on Dean's face and Dean noted the coldness leaving replaced with an almost hallow void. "If you want to go, you're right, I can't stop you without causing you bodily harm," Dean frowned and Kim couldn't help but smile, "just remember what I said." Kim turned and headed out to her room.

"What is her deal?" Sam whispered, more to himself than to anyone else.

Michael sighed, "she hasn't had it easy to be sure. I've only really understood what is going on for a year or so. I was brought in to the 'fold' so to speak while visiting their church. I stumbled onto the room where they had a lot of their research. They explained what was going on and how she was chosen by them." Michael shook his head and frowned, "apparently she was adopted by the church when she was about a year old. Her father checked himself into a psychiatric hospital and eventually killed himself because he couldn't handle the loss of his wife."

Sam and Dean both stiffened and watched Michael intently. Michael just took a deep breath and started packing up the papers. Sam swallowed, not sure if he really wanted to know the answer, "How did his wife die?"

Michael looked at him with sad brown eyes, "my understanding is that she died in a fire that started in Kim's room when she was about six months old. I don't think Kim has any memory of either of her parents. The church adopted her and has been training her in the languages, demonology, incantations and exorcisms, and just about any fighting style you could think of. It's actually pretty amazing to watch her when she's practicing and training. She's just so cold and calculating though. It's sad to think about what she could have had if she'd been adopted by a normal family." Michael shrugged, "you boys should probably get yourselves ready." Michael walked to the door behind Sam as they left the room, closing the door behind them.

As they walked towards their room, Sam turned to Dean, "you know what that meant don't you?" Dean gave him a confused look. Sam took a deep breath, "I bet the way her mom died is the same way as ours. I mean Michael didn't come out and say that she was pinned to the ceiling, but she did die in a fire in Kim's nursery."

Dean nodded and continued towards their room, "you're probably right, but lets not jump to conclusions yet." Dean paused a moment, "it's pretty harsh the way they've trained her, though." Dean glanced back at Sam and shook his head before walking on. Sam noticed his look, "what?" Dean just smirked, "I was expecting you to say something about dad and his training." Sam just smiled and shrugged.

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As evening approached, everyone met back at Michael's room. Kim was already there when Dean and Sam arrived. She was sitting cross-legged on Michael's bed with her eyes closed. Dean expected her to start mumbling, "Hauuummm," and had to stifle the giggle that threatened to ruin the silence. When Michael let them in, she didn't move, she just said, "hi," after Michael closed the door behind them. Michael rolled his eyes and sat down at the table. "Ignore her, she's still mad at me for pushing the issue and making her take me along tonight." She made a snorting sound, "I can't believe you called Father Marcus." Michael smiled, "what ever it takes for you to remember what your entire job is, which includes letting me go with you tonight."

All Sam could think of was that his man was a child who had no idea what he was getting in to. Dean's expression showed he thought the same thing. Sam coughed lightly, "you do realize Michael, that this is a dangerous creature that we're going after? I mean, for us," he nodded towards Dean and Kim, "we've been doing this a while and we're pretty sure we can handle it, but you …" he let the words trail off not sure if he really needed to say the rest. Michael tensed up, "I'm not stupid, I do understand that this is a dangerous creature, but I've also read the information on what Kim's done all these years. I have every confidence in her ability to not only take care of the creature, but keep me safe at the same time. I'm just very excited to actually see her in action."

Kim's eyes shot open and a look of disbelief appeared on her face for a brief second before she returned to the cold mask, "you're nutty as a fruitcake Michael." She took a deep breath and slowly let it out trying to lighten her ever-darkening mood. Pushing herself off the bed, she walked over to the table, "I'm glad you have confidence in my abilities Michael, but over confidence will cause mistakes and get you hurt if not killed." Before Michael could respond, Kim turned her attention to Dean, "you two can hunt here," she pointed to a section on the map that was lying on the table. "The werewolf has attacked randomly and there's no telling which area of the woods it will strike this time. I'll take this section with Michael."

Dean scowled, he didn't like taking orders from her or even appear to be, but she was recommending just about the same thing he and Sam had decided on earlier in their room. He was actually impressed and beginning to have a bit more respect for her. Not only did she appear to be a damn good hunter, but she was gorgeous to boot. He remembered the first time he'd seen her in the bar. Sam elbowed him back to reality. Dean coughed lightly, realizing that he'd been staring a bit at her, "sounds good."

Kim smiled lightly at Dean but didn't say anything more. Michael nodded, "We've got about an hour to get there before the sun goes down. Most of the killings are reported to have occurred about two or three hours past sunset." Kim moved to one of her bags and pulled out a couple of small two-way radios. She tossed one to Dean and the other to Michael. "Take this, that way when you see it or kill it, you can let us know and we can do the same for you." Kim turned and started putting her equipment on. Dean and Sam both watched not exactly sure what to say. She had a small gun that she strapped to her right calf, two 9mm's that she put in the small of her back where she could easily grab one with each hand, two small blades that looked like butterfly wings in her hair – these Dean also remembered from the bar, another small blade she put on her left calf, and then another 9mm that she tucked under her shirt at her belly. "Uhhh, don't you think that's a little overkill?" Sam asked. Kim just smiled, "you can never be too careful." Dean was still gawking, at the firepower she was packing – not to mention where she was packing it.