The whole room was gloomy as if all the light and the colors had been sucked out of the place in the blink of an eye. The temperature had dropped a few degrees too and even the litte particular smell of a habited house had disappeared, replaced by a distinct lack of smell. And, the feeling of safety that Kate had felt ever since her first step in the psychic's house was suddeny gone.

Kate's gaze was glued to the shadow on the floor a few feet away from her as the sound of steps stopped. The shadow stayed frozen as if it was waiting for something. The shadow was a massive one and there were two horns easily noticeable. Kate didn't know what was in the staircase and she sure as hell didn't want to know what it was.

Hearing a few coughs, Kate turned her head to look at the woman across from her. She stood up and walked quickly towards her. Pamela rubbed the back of her head and looked up at Kate.

"You're okay?" Kate asked but no sound came out of her mouth. She tried again and Pamela put her free hand up stopping her.

"Don't bother, you won't be able to talk," Pamela told her in a whisper as she stood up slowly. Kate looked at her with a frowned expression.

"What the hell is going on?" Kate tried to articulate enough to make Pamela understand her.

"We get out of here and then I'll tell you, come on," Pamela whispered to her as she took Kate's hand in hers and turned around to go to the backdoor, avoiding the staircase.

Once the two women were outside, Kate stopped abruptly. The outside was as gloomy as the inside. A sort of gloomy dark blue. Pamela turned to look at Kate and sighed.

"Look Kate, we need to get far from here for now, okay? I'd really want to watch the sky too, you know, I've been dreaming to see it again but later okay? When we'll be at a safer place," Kate stared at Pamela and then nodded at her.

As they ran away into the empty streets, Kate's thoughts were rushing and crashing in her mind. It seemed like the longer she was in this supernatural world, the more troubles she got.

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"Pamela? Kate?" Bobby shouted after breaking in his old friend's house. He found the witchcraft settlement the women had done in the middle of the living room and he frowned. He shouted out their names for the second time spinning around hoping to see one of them get out of wherever they were. There was no answer at all. He walked to the witchcraft settlement, bent down and took the open book that was next to the drawn pattern. He glanced at the pattern and then looked back into the open pages of the book. He skimmed the lines and then stopped when he realized what he was reading.

"Damn!" He exclaimed as his free hand went immediately on his forehead. He started to rub it anxiously before he put down the book and looked down at his watch. He had just a couple of hours before him to bring them back before they were locked there forever.

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Kate grabbed Pamela's arm and made her spin around. She stared at her and tried to shout at her, she groaned inside in frustation of not being able to speak. She decided to stick to the exagerated articulation.

"Tell me. Now. What is going on?" Pamela glanced behind Kate and considered that they were enough far away from her house.

"Okay," Pamela told her sighing "The spell I-we did, it was supposed to make you go into a sort of trance and link me to you so I could travel through your memory lane. It was just a way for me to kind of see what exactly happened to you. It was going to give me answers on how all of this exactly happened to you. The thing is that I had competely forgotten that you don't do witchcraft on the night of Halloween, never," she said and Kate opened her mouth ready to say something sarcastic about Halloween when she remembered she couldn't say a word. She opted to only ask a simple question.

"Why?"

"Because, Halloween isn't just a party, Kate. It's the end of the harvest season you know, it's the night when the dead come back to visit the living," Pamela told her and Kate's eyes got big as she remembered something she had heard about back in her world and also read at Bobby's a couple of days ago.

"The start of the darker half of the year," she articulated and Pamela frowned her eyebrows.

"The start of the darker half of the year, is that what you're saying?" Pamela asked and Kate nodded frantically.

"One of the 66 seals before the Apocalypse," Kate articulated but Pamela stared at her with wide eyes this time not understanding a word at all.

"Can you repeat that slowler?" Pamela asked her and Kate did so and tried to mime at the same time.

"Seals? The Apocalypse?" Pamela asked her and Kate nodded. "Oh boy," the psychic let out before Kate started miming again. "What? Where's your voice?" Kate nodded "Oh. Well that's linked to why we shouldn't have done this spell tonight... This thing that was back at my house, it's a sort of creature that some calls a Cleaner. It shows up only on the night that ends the harvest season and it comes to clean up the in-between worlds. The in-between worlds is the world between the world of the living and the world of the dead," she explained and Kate listened carefully as it reminded her a few theories and stories she had heard in a few classes she sneaked in back in university.

"Are we dead?"

"Dead? No, not at all. We're just some kind of... Of souls but in the same time we're still in our bodies," Pamela replied as she put her hands on Kate's arms "This is still your body... But somehow we are like spirits, like ghosts..." She pt her hands down and with a soft voice she continued "This is why I can see. It's my soul. The physical damage that got me blind didn't touch my soul. This is why I can see again." Kate stared at her softly as she heard the wistfulness in the voice of the psychic. Kate reached her hand up to put in on the woman's forearm before squeezing it gently. Pamela gave her a little smile that Kate gave back. Pamela sighed heavily. "About your voice, it's more complicated and you're not gonna like it."

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Dean and Sam were still on their case, towns away from Pamela's and Bobby's. Sam was sitting in the Impala when Dean sat down and almost immediately noticed Sam's expression.

"What?" Dean asked him.

"Nothing," his brother replied as he looked down at the hex bag in his hands and took a breath. Dean was only waiting for him to say what bothered him as he knew his brother well enough to know that something was making him upset. "I thought they'd be different."

"What, the angels?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam replied.

"Well, I tried to tell ya," Dean only told him.

"I just… I mean, you and Kate met Castiel and Kate told me that he was a bit strange and that he didn't want to free her when she was in the panic room because he hadn't received that order and well I don't know but I still thought they'd be righteous," Sam said shrugging.

"Well, they are righteous, I mean, that's kinda the problem," Dean told him "Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission."

"But, I mean, this is God? And Heaven? This is what I've been praying to?" Sam asked and Dean felt a bit sad to hear that.

He had fought for so long to keep his brother's innocence intact in their childhood. He could bear to know the real world out there but he couldn't let his little brother know that. He had to protect him from all of that as much as possible. When they were kids, he had to make him believe in Santa Claus and the tooth fairy and all the other good things for as long as possible. And he had to let him have that little faith in an upper entity that had been watching after him and that was going to repay him for all the bad things he had to go through. He had to.

"Look man, I know you're into the whole God thing, you know, Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that," he told him "But just because there's a couple of bad apples doesn't mean the whole barrel's rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don't give up on this stuff, is all I'm saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball's still a beautiful game." Dean hoped that his words would cheer his little brother up but when Sam looked at him, disappointment was written all over his face. Sam started to go through the contents of the hex bag in his hand, and picked up the bone almost ignoring his older brother's speech.

"Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Dean said still trying to cheer Sam up before Sam's phone started to ring. Sam sighed and put the bone back in the bag as Dean started the impala.

"Yeah?" Sam replied as he put his phone against his ear.

"Are you finished there?"

"Hum no, not really-" Sam started to reply after he had immediately recognized bobby's voice.

"You better come to Pamela as soon as you're done there," Bobby voice cut him off.

"What? Everything's okay Bobby?" Sam asked pulling Dean's attention to him.

"Not really. Pamela and Kate... They're... It's complicated. But when you're done there, call me! When you've got rid of Samhain, call me okay?"

"Okay, okay," Sam replied frowning his eyebrows "But you're sure you-" Sam stopped when he realized Bobby had hung up on him.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure... I think something's happened with Pamela and Kate," Sam replied as he put his phone back into his pocket.

"I told Bobby this girl was trouble," Dean said shaking his head and Sam sighed.

"You're being a bit hard on her, Dean," Sam said before he pulled the bone out again to look at it. "I mean, okay for sure she's not from here but she's not that bad. Besides, if she hadn't been so efficient with the researche, we wouldn't have known how to distract Samhain."

"Come on, Sammy, you're just being too nice right now. You told me you knew about that bit yourself."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have remembered about that if she hadn't written down those things that Bobby told you," Sam replied as he stared at his brother. "I really don't get it. Why do you hate her that much?"

"I don't hate her," Dean replied.

"Then why are you this hard on her? I mean come on you used to be much nicer when it comes to innocent we've got to protect-"

"That's the problem. We don't really know if it's an innocent we've got to protect," Dean told him "What tells you that she ain't playing with our minds, huh?"

"And what tells you she is playing with our minds?" Sam asked him back. Dean glanced at his borther and then realized something.

"Sammy... Do you, I don't know, like her?"

"What? No. No, I don't," he replied.

"You're sure about that, Sammy?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I mean okay, yeah she's pretty and she's cool if you get to know her. But no, no I don't see her like that," Sam replied before he looked down at the bone and then glaned up at his brother who hadn't said anything after that. Usually, Dean would mock Sam or at least insist more on those kind of questions until he could get him annoyed.

"What about you? You like her?"

"What? You're serious?" Dean said turning his head to look at his brother who just tilted his head as he stared at him. "I don't like her, Sam... She's not even my type."

"Since when do you have a type?" Sam scoffed knowing far well that not only his brother didn't care if a woman had blonde, red or brown hair, or any other particuliar trait.

"Since now, alright?" Dean said almost snapping.

"Then why are you so... Tensed about her?"

"I'm not tensed... Or whatever about her. I just don't like the fact that we've got another problem to take care of while we've already got a lot to do! In case you forgot, we've got the fucking Apocalypse to stop already," Dean replied, his tone frustated as his brother stared at him trying to analyse him and his words. They stayed silent for a moment before Sam decided to change the subject and talk about the bone that was in the hex bag.

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, Dean?"

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Kate still couldn't believe it as she was sitting down on the sidewalk. Pamela had explained to her why she had lost her voice a few minutes ago and the young woman was still in shock of what was happening. According to Pamela, this Cleaner was absorbing parts of her slowly until there was nothing left. Pamela had said that the fact that she was from another dimension certainly made her a more appealing meal for the creature. Pamela had told her that no matter how far away they would go from the creature, it would still catch her before the end of the harvest time. The creature was going to absorb another ability of Kate's. Possibly her sight or hearing or something else making her more and more vulnerable until it got her completely.

Kate started asking herself how all of this could be happening to her, when Pamela stood up and looked down at her.

"We need to get back to my house," Pamela told her and Kate looked up at her surprised.

"What?"

"We'll have enough time to do the spell in reverse to just get back to the normal world," Pamela told her "My normal world."

"What about the Cleaner?" Kate articulated pointing to the direction to Pamela's place.

"We can distract it while I prepare everything," she told her. "We've got no choice. Kate stared at her and then realized that she was going to be the one distracting the creature.

"How?" Kate asked as she stood up.

"You're a good runner?" Pamela asked Kate who nodded as she shrugged. "Well, I suppose you could come in the house with me and then get its attention before running out of the house. At least for ten minutes, enough time for me to take the book and start settling everything for this spell which is actually going to be a spell that will undo the previous one."

"What if I can't come back to you in time?"

"What?" Pamela asked her and Kate articulated more as she mimed. "You'll have to. Don't run that far away from the neighborhood. I'll just need ten minutes upmost... You think you can do that?" Kate stared at her, bit down on her lip thinking and then looked into the woman's eyes and nodded with determination.

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"Black magic... Everyone knows how dangerous that is," Bobby mumbled as he came back into the house with his duffle full of his hunter things that he had let in his car. He waked to the pattern he had found out on the floor when he came in and had erased when he realized what it was. "And black magic on Halloween! Really Pam? Once I get your ass back here you'll hear me!" He shouted as he looked up at the ceiling. "All fucking idjits..." Bobby said as he knelt down and started drawing a bigger pattern on the floor.

All of sudden, he felt a very long shiver run down his spine. He turned around and frowned before he returned his attention on the pattern he was drawing. Then, his EMF meter in his little duffle bag on the couch started to make its particular beeping. Bobby immediately stood up and took it in his hands. He turned around as his eyes looked everywhere in the room. There was something in here but he wasn't sure that it was Pamela and Kate. Or something else.

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"Okay, ready?" Pamela asked Kate as they stood in front of the backdoor. Kate had asked her why the creature was still there and Pamela had told her that the creature certainly knew that they'd come back. As much as Kate was afraid of facing that creature, she was more afraid to have it absorb her slowly before killing her off in this in-between worlds. So she took a deep breath and nodded.

Pamela opened the door and walked in, followed closely by Kate. There was no sound in the house. Not at all. Except from a little grumbling coming from the livingg room.

"Bobby?" Pamela said as she noticed Bobby kneeling on the floor of her middle room. Kate looked at Bobby and realized that he looked very different from everything else she was staring at. He seemed a little less gloomy and almost more real. "Bobby!" Pamela shouted very loudly hoping to get the old hnter to notice her. She walked to the middle of her living room. Kate followed her and then there was beeping noise coming from a bag on the couch. She stared at Bobby as he stood up to get out a little engine and he started to look around the room. "It's his EMF meter," Pamela said her eyes glued to Bobby. "Hunters use them to find out if there's a ghost somewhere," she turned to look at Kate "I told you we're like ghosts." Kate looked at her and then glanced at the doorway leading to the staircase. She took two steps forward as she frowned. "What?" Kate pointed at the doorway.

Pamela looked and noticed there was no shadow at all. Suddenly, Kate started to see blurry. She closed her eyes and rubbed her eyelids before opening her eyes. Everything was still very blurry.

"Kate, you're okay?" Pamela walked to Kate who shook her head before she rubbed her eyelids with more force. She opened her eyes to see absolutely nothing. "Oh my God," Pamela breathed out. Kate started to breathe quickly, panic rising in her. "Calm down, Kate."

"I can't see!" Kate tried to scream but no sound came out of her mouth. The level of frustration she felt right now was too much. But feeling Pamela's hands softly holding her arms and hearing her voice telling her to calm down, that she was going to fix everything helped her. She stopped and took a deep breath.

"What do... What do we do?" She articulated hoping that the brunette in front of her would give her a reassuring answer.

"We stick to the plan," Pamela whispered to her. "The Cleaner will absorb another of your ability before killing you. But before this bastard's got the chance of doing so, you have to tempt it to distract it. And I know how hard it's going to be especially now that you can't see. But you have to."

"How do I do that?" Kate asked as tears fromed in her eyes before one fell down one of her cheeks. Pamela looked at her with sympathy.

"I don't know," Pamela replied "I'm sorry but I don't know."

"Alright, let's see if this works," Bobby said making Pamela turn to look at the man. "Let's get you two back here."

"Did you hear that? Bobby's trying to bring us back. He-" Pamela was saying to Kate before a violent force pulled her away from Kate. The psychic landed on a wall and lost conscious.

"Pamela? Pamela?! What happened?" Kate tried to shout before she stopped, hearing the hoof steps making their way towards her. She gulped and took a few steps back until she reached a counter. She knew she was standing in the kitchen. Still facing what was walking towards her, she tried to reach for something to protect herself with. But her fingers couldn't catch any object in her hands.

"Oh dear Kaitlin, I've been waiting for you." Kate was shocked to hear her own voice say that. "Yes, I've borrowed your voice. You don't mind, do you? I mean you've borrowed something that's mine too and I didn't say anything, did I?" Kate frowned. "I can hear your thoughts, you are confused by what I am telling you. Let me refresh your memory a little bit." The steps stopped and Kate knew that the creature was not two steps afar from her. "October 31st 1983."

"Oh my God," Kate heard Pamela's voice say.

"Oh I see your friend is back from unconsciousness," the Cleaner said as it turned to look at Pamela who was staring with wide eyes.

"You can't kill her. She's not even from this dimension, you don't have the right to kill her!" Pamela told the creature.

"I have every right. Ever since what she did on that last night of Harvest, years ago," the Cleaner said to Pamela before Bobby started to recite a spell outloud. "I won't let your living friend take you away from me. You are on my field now!" It turned to Kate and made two steps towards her before she kicked him as hard as she could. The Cleaner grabbed her leg and threw her to a wall.

"Damnit," Bobby said "Pamela!" Pamela looked at the old man "If you can hear me or see me or anything! I need you and Kate to repeat after me! I need you to say the spell with me! It will bring you back!" Pamela turned to look at Kate who was standing up as the Cleaner walked towards her.

"You can't even go back to your dimension. The doors are locked!" The Cleaner said to Kate as it grabbed her by the throat and held her up on the wall. As Kate's feet were no longer touching the floor, she could feel the hands of the Cleaner on her skin and was a little surprised that they felt human like hands. He strangled her forcefully and she started to choke. She put her hands on its arm and kicked its body hard with one of her feet. She did it a second time and the creature let go of her. She threw a punch and knew that she had hit its face really hard when the creature grunted.

"Kate repeat what I say!" Pamela shouted at the woman "Even if you can't say it out loud! Say them, it will work!"

Kate nodded her head, hoping that the psychic would see her do so. And then Pamela started repeating what Bobby was saying. Kate repeated too and all of sudden, her sight was back right when the creature's fist landed on her right cheek hard.

"You can't do-" The creature started to say before it coughed. Kate looked up at the creature which looked like a half-human half-demon. It had a human upper body with only big horns on the top of its head and the lower part of its body looked like the lower part of a ram with hoofs and a lot of hair. Kate threw a punch at the creature before she repeated Pamela's words and she stopped and looked at Pamela as she realized she had won her voice back. The Cleaner grabbed Kate and threw her on the little glass coffee table near Pamela's breaking the glass.

"Damn!" Bobby said as he turned his head to look at the table. Pamela realized that Kate and she were slowly getting back to the reality where Bobby was.

"Keep reading the spell Bobby! Come on!" She shouted at him and Bobby looked up. Pamela understood at this right moment that he could hear her. "The spell Bobby!"

The Cleaner walked to Kate and she took one of the broken legs of the table and hit the creature with it. Bobby looked up and his eyes got big.

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Bobby had seen a lot ever since he discovered the world of the supernatural but never once did he witness something as weird as what was happening right now. He was seeing Pamela, Kate and a sort of creature on and off. They were like appearing and disappearing. And then the coffe table broke all of sudden. He saw Kate then grabbing one of the table's broke nleg and hitting the creature with it. Suddenly, he heard Pamela's voice clearly. He thought he had heard a faint sound earlier that sounded just like her voice but right now he was sure that it was her voice. And it demanded him to finish the spell. So she had heard him when he asked them to repeat after him. The old hunter didn't lose time. He put his attention back on the book as he stood up and read the spell out loud. A violent wind appeared in the room and he could hear Kate grunting as she fought against the creature. Then he heard Pamela scream as he saw a flash of her throwing herself at the back of the creature as it was fighting against Kate. Then they were not there anymore. But the wind and the noise remained. And then, he could hear very audibly, the two women repeating the last words he had said. Pamela then Kate.

A sudden calm fell on the room as the wind stopped. He couldn't hear the women anymore. He looked around. "Pamela? Kate?" There was no noise at all and it started to worry him a bit when all of sudden Kate and Pamela appeared thrown in the room. They landed on the floor side by side They were both breathing heavily. He looked at them.

"Pam? Kate? You're okay?" He asked them as he was now right next to them.

"Ouch," Pamela groaned as she sat up. Bobby reached for her but she pushed him away "She's in worse shape than I am." Pamela said in a tone that seemed a bit sad. Bobby turned to look at the young brunette whose eyes were closed.

"Hey kiddo, you hear me?" Bobby said gently at her and she nodded slowly as she opened her eyes which immediately saw Bobby's worried face. "Come on," he told her as he helped her sit up "You've been beaten up quite hard."

"Pamela?" Kate whispered as she looked at the psychic whose head was lowered. Kate reached for Pamela's arm with her bruised hand and the older woman raised her head. Kate's breath stopped when she met Pamela's white glass eyes.

"I can't see so I'm more than sure that we're back," the psychic said in a little voice.

"I'm sorry," Kate only said in reply as she stared at the woman's face.

"What happened?" Bobby asked gently. Kate turned her head to look at the old man. Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered what the creature had said.

You can't even go back to your dimension.

The doors are locked!

Author's note :

How could I ever thank you enough all of you my dear readers? You have been more than amazing with me! I never thought I would have so much support when I first published this story. I am truly touched by your reviews that are so well-written and help me so much in improving my English! But it also gives me better ideas on how handle the characters. So yeah, thank you very much for reviewing, favoriting and following my story! You have no idea how boosting it is to someone with as little self-confidence as myself... So yeah, thank you!

And well, here you've just finished reading this fifth chapter. What did you think about it?

My main attempt in this chapter was to make Kate face the danger of the supernatural world and also show that she can take care of herself while still being shocked by all that's happening to her. In the same time, I wanted to create a good bond between Kate and Pamela because I really liked Pamela on the show! And of course, I wanted Bobby to fix everything because... Well because he's Bobby! :p Oh and well, I added this little scene with Dean and Sam after reading all of your reviews guys. I tried to stick to the plot line of that moment of the fourth season (episode 'It's the great pumpkin Sam Winchester') and still let it be linked to my story. So, yeah I hope it wasn't a too hard chapter to read and understand, especially seeing there was scenes happening at the same time...

Oh and I also wanted to give a bit of information about Kate's situation without saying too much. So yeah, basically this Cleaner was there to give us that mostly.

I'm sorry for my rambling but I felt like I needed to say all of this and mostly I needed to thank you (I still do).

So thank you for reading and please review! I love reading your reviews just as much as you love reading my story (or maybe more since your reviews are so nice!).

PS : sorry for the mistakes again! And you can keep on correcting me, I love it because it helps me more than you can even know :3

Much love,

A.