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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Dean was in one of the back rooms when he heard the noise. He quietly put down the container of salt he was using to lay down lines across the windows and outward facing doors. He was pretty sure it was going to be Kim, but better safe than sorry, so he drew his gun. As he turned the corner back into the main room he did see that it was in fact Kim but his relief quickly turned to concern as he watched her.

Dean had seen Sam have visions, the pain they seemed to cause him, but he didn't know that Kim could have them as well. She was on her knees holding her head with the hand of her good arm and rocking slowly back and forth. That wasn't too bad, he was use to seeing Sam do that, but the blood that was dripping from her nose is what caused him the most worry. Sam's nose didn't bleed, at least not that he'd ever seen. Dean quickly grabbed a towel, poured some water from a bottle Kim had in her bag, and knelt down in front of her holding her good shoulder with a strong supportive hand.

When Kim finally took a deep breath and her eyes seemed to focus on him, he placed the wet towel to her nose. She blinked a few times then took the towel and sat back away from him. She was expecting Dean to look concerned, maybe a little freaked, but instead he just sat there watching her intently like he was waiting for her to say something. "Thanks," she mumbled through the towel.

"What did you see?"

She almost dropped the towel when he asked her that. How the hell did he know she'd had a vision? she thought to herself.

Her shock must have been evident in her eyes. His smile was light, but concern was still in his eyes. He wasn't sure he should, but he said, "Sam has them too." Dean stood and walked over to pick up the bottle of water, "but he doesn't get nose bleeds." He brought the water over to her and she took a few sips.

Clearing her throat, she made sure her nose had stopped bleeding, "why aren't we at the motel?" she asked as she finally started looking around and realized she was in an old house on the floor.

"Sam picked up chatter on the police scanner that they'd found two men dead by gunshots in the park. We thought it'd be best if we got out of Dodge and hid to make sure they didn't come asking questions."

Kim nodded, "well, we need to get back there. Three werewolves are going to go hunting tonight and if we're not there Sam might be joining them."

Dean didn't need to hear anything else; he immediately started packing everything up.

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As they drove back to town Dean asked for the details of her vision. Kim was still feeling a bit odd that someone outside of the church felt so comfortable with her gift. She had seen what telling people about the abilities would do. Steve, the hunter who trained her, had fallen for a girl once. That had made Kim extremely jealous, but she was only 15 at the time and had a serious crush on her mentor and teacher. Steve had kept their relationship professional, but that didn't mean Kim had to like it that way.

When the girl found out what they did because Steve had a vision in front of her she'd completely freaked out. Even when Steve tried to explain it and how important it was she'd still freaked. At first Kim had been happy to get rid of the distraction that kept Steve from spending as much time as possible with her, even if it was just sparring and fighting techniques. When the girl had died, Steve was crushed. They said it was an accident; a drunk driver hit her head on. It had distracted Steve enough that he reacted too slowly and was killed by an extremely irate ghost. Kim had watched it happen. They were at the top of the light tower when he was knocked off. Kim probably would have been thrown off next if Father Marcus had finally set fire to the salted bones of the lighthouse keeper.

"Hello?" Dean waved a hand in front of her face snapping her back to the present.

"Oh, sorry," Kim cleared her throat, "Sam was in the woods, alone apparently. It was weird, they could have torn him apart, but instead one distracted him while the second attacked from behind biting him on the shoulder." She shook her head, "this isn't normal werewolf behavior."

"You're telling me," Dean huffed.

"Ok, we know that they hunted in multiples and apparently they're sneaky enough to attack to convert. Why would they do it though? And why would your idiot brother go into the woods alone." Kim scowled.

"Hey! He's not an idiot. He's a damn smart college boy. He wouldn't do it unless he had a good reason." Dean scowled right back at her.

Kim just smiled and shook her head, "an overabundance of testosterone must run in your family."

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The sun was low in the sky when they finally reached the motel and entered Dean and Sam's room. Sam was sitting at the table reading over something on the computer. Kim hesitated at the door after Dean had entered, "I'm going to go check on Michael." She smiled over at Dean, "thanks for the help." Glancing over to Sam, "you too Sam, thanks." Sam nodded and Dean smirked, "anytime." Sarah smiled and closed the door behind her as she went and knocked on Michael's door.

Dean told Sam about Kim's vision. Sam wasn't sure which shocked him more, the fact that she had visions like him or that he was going to be alone and attacked in the woods. "Wow. I was right about what I said yesterday. Her mom was probably killed just like ours." Sam shook his head, "what I don't get is why I would be alone in the woods though. I'm not that crazy, especially knowing that there's more than one running around out there. None of this makes any sense." Dean shrugged, "tell me about it. Come on, let's get going." They grabbed their bags and left the motel room.

Kim and Michael left Michael's room and started putting their gear into the Tahoe. Dean walked over to them, "where exactly do you think you're going?" Kim turned around and frowned, "where do you think I'm going?" Dean pointed at the sling on her arm, "you can't go hunting out there in this condition. You'll just get yourself or someone else hurt." Kim took in a fast breath and was ready to barrage him, but Michael quickly spoke up first, "don't bother Dean. Been there, done that, almost got hit for it."

Once again Dean and Kim stood glaring at each other. "We'll stick together this time," she offered before smiling lightly, "besides, would you stay back if you had these same injuries?"

Dean just blinked, he knew perfectly well that he would never sit back and stay out of the hunt unless he was so hurt that he was unconscious.

"Fine," he snapped, "but Michael's not going back out there."

Michael smiled, "we've already had that discussion too. And I know you're going to tell me how crazy I am, but we didn't die and we'll all be together this time."

Kim's glare shifted to one of defeat as she glanced back at Michael, "yeah I know." She turned back to Dean, "watch my back and I'll watch yours." She had a slight sparkle in her eye when she said that and Dean wondered which part of his back she planned on watching.

Dean just nodded and headed to the Impala with Sam.

They stopped before they actually reached the park. Barriers were blocking the road and police officers were instructing people around the park. They had closed it off and weren't going to let anyone in. Cursing, Dean followed the detour until they came to a gas station.

They all stood between the cars frowning. "We're going to have to sneak in some way," Kim spoke softly to keep any of the station's patrons from hearing them. Michael was looking over the map to see how many entrances were there and any other locations where they might be able to sneak through.

"Here," Michael pointed out a place on the map near a heavily wooded area but not close to any of the park roads.

Dean and Kim examined the area. "There are no trails near there," Dean frowned.

Kim shook her head, "nope, we'll be trying to move through the raw woods. We certainly wont be able to sneak up on them, that's for sure." They both stood looking at the map for a while. "We can take the Tahoe and find a place to hide it, that way the Impala wont get stuck or anything," she offered, glancing up at Dean. "Hopefully we can find an area where the trees aren't too close for the Tahoe to hide in," Dean agreed.

They drove back to the motel to leave the Impala and combine all their equipment into the Tahoe.

There was a police car or two that seemed to be driving back and forth down the road they'd chosen. "Wow, they're really trying to keep people out tonight." Sam said absentmindedly.

Sam barely had time to grab the bar above his head to keep from being thrown into Dean's lap, Dean didn't have a chance to grab anything before he was slammed into the door, Michael yelped in alarm and held on for dear life as Kim hit the breaks and sharply turned the Tahoe off to the side of the road, skidding to a halt behind a few trees and barely a foot away from one in front of them. "Good Lord in Heaven above!" Michael was yelling at her.

"You should have driven," Sam said with a smirk as he glanced over to Dean who was rubbing his now sore shoulder.

"This looks good," was all that Kim said as she put it into park and opened the door with her good arm.