Chapter 2 - Reunion

After about another half hour of walking from the gas station, a middle-aged woman in a pickup truck with chipped, blue paint picked her up. The woman, named Sheila, knew Bobby from town, and she was able to drop Kat at the end of his driveway.

Kat now stood in front of Bobby's house, hardly being able to contain her excitement as she bounded up the steps and knocked on the front door.

"I'm coming!" Bobby yelled from inside, and Kat heard his footsteps approach. Kat steeled herself, somewhat afraid for the first time of what Bobby would do. Would he stab her with a silver blade before she could say anything? Or throw salt at her?

Bobby opened the door, and his eyes threatened to pop out of his head when he saw her.

"Hey, Bobby," Kat couldn't keep the relief out of her voice. Bobby was here, and everything would be okay. "Where-"

Bobby had thrown a large amount of what she supposed was holy water at her. Kat blinked it out of her eyes, swiping the back of her hand across her face.

"I'm not a demon," Kat chuckled darkly, thinking in the back of her mind that apparently she wasn't human anymore either. But again, a problem for another day.

"Can't be too sure," Bobby said, still staring warily. "Come on in," Bobby continued, stepping aside, "I'm gonna have to run a few more tests though. I know you understand."

Kat drank more holy water to be sure, stood in direct sunlight, had salt thrown at her, and then Bobby readied a silver knife for the last test.

"Yeah, that's not 100% going to work," Kat took the blade Bobby handed to her. Bobby lifted his eyebrows in question, and he watched as Kat made a small cut across her forearm, which closed so quickly the cut almost had no chance to bleed some. Kat handed the blade back to Bobby and wiped the few beads of blood off on her pants.

"Technically it has to burn to fail so," Bobby shrugged. "What's with the hyper-healing though?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I don't know if it is some sort of side effect from resurrection or whatever. But…" Kat hesitated, but she pushed it aside. This was Bobby. He could probably help her. "I can...move...things too. Or at least I moved something a little bit ago. You know, it was probably just a freak adrenaline thing, and I only thought I did it. I'm probably seeing things." Kat took a breath, forcing herself to stop rambling.

"Sit down, girl," Bobby gestured to his couch. He brought out a flask and handed it to Kat.

"More holy water?" she asked.

"Nah," Bobby said grimly. "Whiskey."

Kat took the flask and swigged from it a couple times, gathering her thoughts. She was about to ask Bobby where Sam and Dean were when she heard the rumble of the Impala draw up near the window behind her.

Neither Kat nor Bobby moved a muscle, they just waited as a set of footsteps - only one Kat noted - came up the steps and entered.

"They had pie, Bobby!" Dean's voice was excited. Kat heard him go into the kitchen and open the fridge, and she heard the clinks of bottles being set down.

"Oh, yeah?" Bobby replied, his voice breaking a bit at the end.

"Yeah!" The fridge door closed, and there was the sound of a beer bottle being opened. "Hey," Dean began to move out of the kitchen, "did you find any leads with that demon in Modesto?"

Dean crossed into Kat's view, and, though he was looking towards Bobby, and he likely could only see her in his periphery, he stopped stiffly, clenching the beer bottle in his hand.

"Bobby?" Dean's voice broke. Kat was sure that if he faced her, she would see tears beginning to well in his eyes. Dean's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

"Dean." Kat stood, wishing he would turn towards her. Dean's left hand that was clasped around the beer bottle began to shake, and his right hand, which Kat had reached for, clenched into a fist. "Dean, please, it's me."

He turned finally. As he did so, Kat reached again for his right hand, grasping his closed fist between both of her palms. When he was squared in front of her, he blinked furiously, and a tear slipped down his cheek.

"Kat…?" Dean faltered, his voice barely a whisper.

Kat nodded furiously, "Yes, Dean. It's me. It's okay."

Dean dipped his head, and a heart-wrenching, guttural cry tore out of him. His knees buckled, and he folded in on himself, releasing the beer bottle as he bent to fall to the ground. Dean's hand was dragged out of Kat's grasp, and she let it go, distracted with catching the bottle. She wasn't going to catch it, it would shatter on Bobby's hardwood floor on a spot laid bare without a rug. Her hand instinctively reached for it anyhow, while her mind contended with the realization that it would not be in time. Her eyes must have tricked her, because instead of shattering on the floor and splashing bronze beer on her shoes, the beer bottle hovered in midair. No, it was no trick. She had done it again, that telekinesis thing.

Bobby cried, "Balls!"

At Bobby's outcry, Dean's head shot up from where it had been placed between his hands. The beer bottle was hovering about two inches from him, at his eye level since he was kneeling on the floor. Dean's face was streaked with tear tracks, but his hand was steady as he reached out to take the hovering bottle.

Kat felt a sense of release as she closed her hand and let the weight of the bottle transfer into Dean's grasp. She sat backwards into the couch and watched as Dean slowly set the bottle on the floor. This slow movement was in stark contrast with his next, which was to leap onto Kat, shoving her down onto the couch and crouching over her. Silver flashed in Kat's periphery, and then Dean had a knife to her throat.

"Who are you?!" Dean shouted. "You're not Kat!"

"Dean!" Bobby yelled, rushing forward to yank Dean's shoulders. "It's Kat!" Dean stayed on top of Kat, while she herself remained still, not wanting to give him any excuse to think her a monster.

"Yeah?" Dean challenged, shaking Bobby off and glaring down at his sister. "Then what the hell was that?! Kat can't move things! She can't! Sam, he…" Dean suddenly deflated, letting Bobby tug him off. Kat sat up slowly, keeping her hands open in front of her.

"It's me, Dean," Kat reached for his hand again, the one without the knife, and pulled him down gently to sit beside her on the couch. Dean looked her straight in the eye while she continued, "The moving things is new to me too, but I promise it's me. This guy came to me in Hell, and he took my hand, and then I was crawling out of my own grave in the woods. I went to a gas station, and there was like this earthquake or something, and the racks fell, and they were gonna crush me, but I stopped it, and they didn't crush me. But...I don't know how I can do it. I can heal too, or at least I think so, it's only been a few cuts so far. You've gotta believe that it's me, Dean, please."

Throughout her speaking, Dean's face had remained impassive. His tears had dried, leaving his face blotchy. His green eyes bored into hers, and he said, "I don't know what the hell just happened. But if it really is you, we'll figure it out together."

And then he hugged her, and Kat suddenly realized that she had been shakily holding herself together since crawling out of her grave, and she found herself melting into her older brother's arms. He just sat and held her while she cried.

After taking a few minutes to gather herself after breaking down, Kat pulled back from Dean and asked, "Where's Sam?"

Dean shrugged, "I don't really know. He calls every once in a while, but we haven't really been together for about three and a half months now. I've been here with Bobby, trying to find a way to break you out of Hell. I don't really know what Sam's been doing."

Dean's tone was fraught with things that Kat didn't think she could handle asking about right now, so she filed it aside for later.

"Somebody's gotta call him," Bobby said. "But maybe we should just tell him we wanna meet up. Maybe let's save the dead girl walking for in person."