Her brown eyes stared with suspicion at the hand that was pulled out towards her, before looking up at the grinning man's face. A thousand questions were crossing her mind at thespeed of light. Taking a step back, as she kept staring at him, Kate let a few of those questions leave her mind as she asked them aloud.

"Who are you? And where am I?"

"I told you, I'm Zachariah," he replied with the same grin that made Kate feel uneasy. It was too large and seemed too forced and not genuine at all. "And this is some of our best waiting room," he said as he opened his arms and looked around. She only stared at him. "It was inspired by Le Château de Versailles, but you must know that, right? You are actually asleep right now. I just decided to sneak into your dream and bring you in this lovely place. I thought it would be a better place to have a good little talk." He looked at her and gave her a large smile without showing his teeth this time.

"What are you?" She asked him, her eyes squinted at him.

"Here!" He exclaimed as he pointed at her and chuckled. "Here is the question I was waiting for! Staying with the Winchesters and that old drunk for only two weeks, and you're already talking like them. I like it!" She analyzed him in silence. The way he stood, the way he talked, Kate was pretty sure he was a man of power. "I'm an angel." Kate's eyes got slightly wide as she took two steps back. She wasn't expecting him to be an angel. "Oh no, come on, I'm one of the good guys!"

"Sorry, if I have a hard time believing this. It's just that a short while ago, I faced angels that were willing to throw back a good back to Hell," she told him with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"Oh no, no, no," he shook his head, "this is a whole big misunderstanding. It was just a way to motivate you all to give us back our rebellious colleague... And well, sister. I mean, okay, I know we got a bit too far with this threat, but we would have never dared throwing Dean Winchester back to Hell. We saved him for a reason, why would we just get rid of him so stupidly?" Kate stared at the angel, her lips forming a thin line. "Besides, he is a good man as you said... A righteous man, we had to save him."

"Why did you take so long to do so?" She asked him and he let out a long sigh.

"It's complicated. It's all bureaucrat things, not fun at all!" He replied before seeing Kate's hard gaze staring at him. "And not fair at all. But, you have to understand, Kate. There's a plan, a very important plan. And every single person in this world has their part in it." Zachariah looked at Kate as her gaze wasn't that hard anymore.

"Do I have a part in it?" She asked frowning her eyebrows.

"This plan in which everyone has a part in, was decided by God," he replied as he took a step towards her. "And God hasn't put you anywhere in his plan. It isn't your dimension. You are not supposed to be here, Kate. But you are. And no one knows why," he told her as he took two other steps towards her. "However, it doesn't mean, you have to be put aside." Kate frowned at him. "If you help us, we will help you. It is as easy as that."

"What do you mean? What do you want me to help you with?" She asked him, still not trusting him.

"Keep the brothers motivated in this course of stopping the seals to get broken, of preventing the Apocalypse," he told her with a smirk. "That's all we need you to do."

"And you send me back home?"

"And, we will send you back home," he replied with a smile. Kate stared at her and shook her head. It was a tricky question.

"I don't believe you," she said "I was told the doors are locked. The... Cleaner told me this. And excuse me if I believe his words."

"The Cleaner," he let out a light scoff. "He has a grudge against you. Hasn't he told you?"

"He told me I took something from him. But I don't understand... I've never-"

"October 31st, 1983."

"What?"

"It doesn't ring a bell, does it?" He told her with a corner smile. "It will, someday. But today, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you follow our orders."

"I'm not an angel, why should I follow your orders?" She asked him as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You don't wanna go back home?"

"I know you can't send me back," she replied looking straight into his eyes.

"But we can prevent you from going back when time will come," he told her with an almost devilish smile upon his lips as she stared at him confused. "What, you haven't thought about it? Those doors were locked before they opened to get you here, don't you simply think it can happen again?" She stared at him. "The Cleaner hasn't said they were locked forever, has he?"

"So you're threatening me?"

"I am not threatening you..." He let out an exasperated sigh. "Why everybody always think I am threatening them? All, I am doing is pointing out the various and obvious things that might happen if you do something else. That's not threatening." He walked to a large fancy chair and sat down, putting his left ankle on his right knee as he looked up at her. "Threatening that would be more like this," he said as he pointed at her with a snap of his fingers.

All of sudden, a flash of images filled her mind as she crumbled down, her hands gripping at her head. She felt a very hot wave going through her whole body as loud and piercing screams filled her mind too. Images of a bloody skin getting cut off in pieces, a hand getting burned by a boiling hot iron bar that dug inside the palm, splashes of blood and of pieces of fingers. Fire flames appearing around her and getting wilder in less than a second. Then she saw Dean's face. Crying, screaming out for help as he was laid on a rack. A massive black silhouette that looked almost human but in the same time looked too twisted to be human, was hovering him, and holding a long thin blade in its hands. It laughed as Dean kept screaming in pain. The creature pushed down into Dean's chest the long blade and Kate's breath stopped as she felt it. The creature slid it down inside Dean's chest, forcefully passing through the organs and she felt every second of it.

Kate screamed as it abruptly stopped. She opened her eyes, removed her hands from her hair as she breathed heavily. Tears had streamed down her face, as she looked up to find Zachariah bending down in front of her with a satisfied smile.

"That is what happened to Dean Winchester, and what will happen to you if you rebel against us," he told her no more smiling as his eyes held a seriousness that was almost deadly. "And, this is what I call threatening." He stood up as Kate stayed on the floor, trying to catch her breath back as the images and the sensations wouldn't leave her. "Now," the angel said as he was giving her his back while staring at a painting on the wall. "What I want you to understand is that we need you, just not as much as you will soon need us. We can help you get back to your world, we can help you be happy, we can make all your wishes come true, if you accept to only do this one thing I asked you to."

"You..." She started before licking her lips. "You said I wasn't in the plan... So why… Why would you need me now?" His lips turned into a grin as he spun around to look down at her.

"I love it when you act smart and ask the good, intelligent questions," he told her as she tried to keep her thoughts completely away from what he had just made her see and feel. "You are like a joker. We've got all those fifty-two cards and we are supposed to play only with them, but out of the blue, the game changes. And we have one joker card added to the stack, and this card has got the power to make us win the game even if we've got a bad hand. Wouldn't you take advantage of that card too, huh?"

"What about God?"

"What about Him?"

"You obviously decided to put me in His plan... Doesn't it bother Him that you want to rewrite his plan by adding me in?" Kate asked him as she looked up at him.

"God..." Zachariah let out in a breath as he nodded his head before he stopped and looked down at the young woman. Kate didn't like the way he was staring at her, almost as if he was plotting something in his mind. He licked his lips as he prevented himself from smirking, making his way towards her. He bent down and whispered to her. "God... He wants you to listen to us...And of course, this has to stay between us." He gave her a little smile that looked more like a growing smirk actually. "And if you do listen to us, not only will we help you get back to your dimension, but we will also send you back there a few months back with one wonderful gift."

"What do you mean?" She asked staring at him confused.

"We will give you the possibility to prevent your father from dying," he replied as her eyes got big with shock and a sudden hope filled her completely. "Don't you want to go back there and save him from that terrible lung cancer that killed him? Well, if you do your job well, you will deserve this. So what do you say? Are you motivated enough now?"

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Kate's eyes shut open. She turned her head to the right and blinked a few times as her gaze met the greenish hazel ones of Sam Winchester leaning over his seat to look at her laying on the backseat.

"Time to wake up," he told her with a gentle smile. She sat up and glanced at the driver's seat to find it empty.

"Where's Dean?" She asked him as she rubbed her eyelids.

"He's checking us in," he replied making her frown her eyebrows as she looked outside. "We're in Iowa. Dean and I preferred to stop so we could grab a bite and have a good catch on sleep, even though you've already gotten a good one," he gave her a smile. She looked at him, thoughtfully. "You're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just..." She frowned. "I just feel like I've got something to do but I can't remember what exactly..."

"It'll come back to you later, eventually," he told her and she glanced at him before biting down on her bottom lip and frowning her eyebrows as she tried harder to remember what was that thing she had to do.

"I can't remember my dream either," she mumbled thoughtfully.

"That's what I call luck," he replied with a chuckle. She looked up at him with risen eyebrows. "Trust me, I wish I could forget half of the things I see when I sleep." She simply gave him a soft smile. "Come on," he told her as he opened his door and got out of the car. She put her hands on her face and rubbed them down before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car too. She closed the door and sighed, leaning against it quietly.

Sam glanced at her, debating with his mind whether he should talk about what one of the things that have been bugging him for hours, or not. He wanted to know why she hadn't told him that his big brother had cut her throat. He wanted to know why she had kept this secret. And he also wanted to tell her that any other day, his brother wouldn't have dared touching her. He wanted to tell her that his brother was a good brother, and that if he hadn't been through what he had been through lately, he wouldn't have done anything to her but protect her.

"Room 32!" Dean's voice suddenly exclaimed pulling Sam and Kate attention to him. Kate turned around to look at the dirty-blonde-haired man who was holding up two key rooms in his hand. She could remember his confession to his brother, before she had fallen asleep but she forced herself to not think about it. Not now. Dean threw one of the keys to Sam who caught it easily in one hand. Kate walked to Dean as he made his way to get his duffle bag in the hood.

"Do I get my own too?" She asked him referring to the key, as he opened the hood.

"No, you're bunking with us tonight," he replied as he grabbed his duffle bag and carried it on his shoulder before taking her back bag and turning around to look at her. "Your face looks a bit puffy," he told her with a slight grimace. She glared at him.

"Wow, you really do know how to talk to women, Dean," she replied with the less excited voice she could use.

"If only you knew," he smirked at her as Sam appeared by his side taking his own duffle bag. She rolled her eyes as Dean closed the hood and started to walk away with his brother, carrying his own duffle bag and her back bag. Kate turned around and looked at the tall duo as they walked away. She sighed and followed them quickly.

"Does that mean the room will have multiple bedrooms inside?" She asked Dean as they walked up the few stairs there was before reaching the hallway leading to their room.

"In case you haven't noticed," Dean said as they walked down a hallway until they reached the room 32, which was relatively quick. "I haven't really checked us into The Plaza," he finished as he looked down at her with a sarcastic smile. Sam opened the door and stood on the side to let Kate get in first, but Dean walked in first, throwing his duffle bag on the nearest bed.

"Thanks," Kate said to Sam as she gave him a polite smile before walking in. Dean put her bag on the little blue and white plastic table that was surrounded by four plastic chairs of the same colour. Kate scanned the room as she walked to the middle while Sam closed the door behind him.

It was a very typical dirty motel room with no style at all. There were two queen size beds which yellow covers were brought out by the gloomy grey and blue paper wall. A little blue couch was put in one corner not far away from a door that Kate was sure was the bathroom.

"As I said, not the Plaza," Dean said pulling her attention to him. His green eyes met her brown ones, and she quickly turned them to Sam.

"Where do I sleep?" She asked him as she was pretty sure that Dean had called dibs on the bed he had thrown his bag on, and Sam was going to sleep on the other one.

"You take this bed, I'll take the couch," Sam answered making Kate glance at the couch before looking back at younger Winchester, as the elder one made his way to the bathroom with his duffle bag.

"You won't even fit," she told Sam as she glanced at the couch again.

"I'll manage," he replied with a corner smile before he walked to the couch. She quickly ran to it and turned around to find herself facing his chest, very closely. She looked up at him and immediately met his own gaze. Kate realized it was the first time she was this close to Sam without it being for a hug, and it was the first time she noticed how very tall and imposing he really was. If he wasn't acting as a big teddy bear all the time with her, she would have been more than scared to be around him.

"I'll take the couch," she told him in a little voice, before regaining a much firmer voice. "I'm smaller than you, I'll fit better." He opened his mouth but she shook her head. "That's my last word, mister the gentleman of the year."

"Alright then," he chuckled as he turned around and walked to the bed further to the room's door. He put his duffle bag on it and started digging in it when they heard the shower run. "Gentleman of the year isn't a price my brother will ever win."

"As long as he doesn't use all of the hot water," she told him shrugging.

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A couple of hours later, Sam, Dean and Kate had gone to a diner restaurant, only ten minutes away from the motel. After Dean had taken his shower, Sam had insister for Kate to take her own before he took his. Kate had accepted and she had taken a very quick shower without getting her hair wet, making sure to leave as much hot water to Sam as possible. She had also noticed that Sam had been more talkative with her when Dean was taking his shower, than Dean when Sam was taking his shower. She had observed Dean quietly as he had put salt lines at every single exits, even the windows. He had explained to Kate why he was doing so and she had told him she knew why before standing up and helping him. Dean's gaze had been glued to her and Kate had noticed it twice. She had turned her head to him only to find him look away, trying to hide what he had been doing. However, it hadn't bothered Kate as much as the fact that she knew she had something to do but couldn't point a finger at it; not at all. Even, on the way to the diner restaurant, while Sam and Dean had chatted about an old case, Kate had tried remembering, in vain.

"I'll get the chicken salad with a diet soda, please," Sam said to the young waitress who wrote down his order on the tiny notebook she had between her fingers. Kate and Dean stared at him and he turned to look at them. "What?"

"You're serious?" Kate told him "Diet soda too?" Sam sighed as he rolled his eyes.

"What about you?" The blonde waitress asked Kate who looked up at her to find her pull her shirt down in order to make her cleavage much more sinking. The waitress was glancing at Dean every then and now in a very subtle way and Kate was pretty sure that all the waitress wanted to do was focus on Dean and his order. Or just Dean.

"Hum, I'll have the cheeseburger menu with a beer, please," Kate replied which made Dean look at her with a grin. She looked at him and couldn't help the little amused smile that grew on her lips at the way he was staring at her.

"And what can I get to you?" The waitress said seductively to Dean. Kate looked at the blonde girl, with rose eyebrows. She wasn't expecting the waitress to be so flirtatious. She couldn't be older than nineteen years old, and still here she was, hitting on a much older man. Sam chuckled amused as he turned his head to Kate. She glanced at him as Dean ordered the exact same thing that she had ordered. "Alright, I'll bring you that as fast as possible. If you need anything don't hesitate to call me."

"And what name are we supposed to call?" Dean flirted back which made Kate's head snap at him.

"Hailey," the girl said as she leaned over a little bit and pointed to the tag-name on her vest. It was hung right on her left breast making it impossible for Dean not to catch a glimpse of the girl's cleavage.

"That's a pretty name," Dean replied with the worst pickup lines.

"I'm sure yours is prettier," she told him before Sam coughed and the young waitress turned her head to look at him. "Hum, I'll be back in a few."

"Seriously, Dean?" Kate asked him staring at him as his eyes was checking the waitress out as she walked away. She kicked his knee under the table and he yelped.

"What was that for?" He told her as Sam looked at her surprised by her action.

"She's barely legal, Dean," Kate told him as she waved her hand to the direction the waitress left.

"She's legal," he told her "Otherwise, she wouldn't have flirted with me, but with sasquatch here."

"Your argument is lame," she told him as she shook her head.

"Is that a crime if I wanna have some fun?" He told her and she sighed remembering that almost a day ago he was having fun with Anna.

"If she turns out to be illegal, yeah, it is," she replied as she leaned on the table.

"She's not illegal," Dean told her as he leaned on the table too, towards her.

"Because she hasn't hit on Sam? That's a lame argument," she said before taking a rather long breath and continuing. "She certainly hasn't hit on Sam because he's sitting next to me which eighty-two percent of the population takes it as a sign of romantic couple when it's not in a fancy restaurant. Besides, you checked her out when we got in, so she could have taken the hint that she could totally try to flirt with you. She waited for the moment she'll take your order to make her moves because it gave her time to analyze the relationships between the three of us, which means that she's not some stupid girl who doesn't go to school. As a matter of fact, she is more likely a senior year student," Kate told Dean quickly as she stared at him.

"How- how can you even know that she's a senior year student?" Sam asked her as she pointed at the counter without breaking her eye contact with Dean.

"Saw her studying a senior year book when we walked in," Kate replied as Sam looked over to the counter. As a matter of fact, he saw the pile of books and he noticed the young waitress taking a glance at one book before walking to them with their drinks. Sam looked at Kate and Dean who were still staring at each other when the young girl came.

"Two beers and a diet soda," Hailey said as she stopped in front of their booth. Kate and Dean pulled back staring at each other as the waitress put down the drinks.

"Thanks," Sam told her.

"Hum, Hailey," Dean said never breaking his eye contact with the brunette sitting in front of him. "So you do something aside from working here?"

"Hum not really, just high school and stuff, you know," the waitress replied as she looked back and forth at Kate and Dean, not understanding what was happening. Kate's lips slightly curled into a victorious smile.

"You're repeating a year?" Dean said as he glanced up at the girl who giggled.

"Oh hell, no! I've actually skipped a year. I'm sixteen years old," she replied and Dean's facial expression just dropped as Kate stared at him with an amused grin. "Why?" The waitress asked nervously as she looked at the three of them while Dean's head was looking down at his drink, avoiding eye contact with the waitress.

"Nothing," Sam replied saving the day. "We just saw you studying. Good luck with your studies."

"Oh thanks," she replied as she glanced at Dean before slowly backing away, still very confused by what had just happened.

"Dean, she's gone," Sam told his brother who slowly rose his head before glancing at the brunette next to his brother.

"You can say I told you so. I can see it in your eyes, how badly you want to," Dean told Kate who only smirked at him without saying a word. She took her beer and brought it to her lips before whispering loud enough for the brothers to hear, earning a heartfelt laugh from Sam.

"I told you so."

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After have had dinner, the brothers and Kate made their way to the motel, by walking down the streets. There wasn't a lot of people out there, and they were quiet as Kate glanced at the stores they were passing by. Her hands were deep in her jacket's pockets, trying to keep them as warm as possible. Sam had offered her his warmer jacket but she had refused, telling him that he shouldn't freeze because she hadn't been smart enough to take something warmer with her.

"Where did the eighty-two percent come from?" Dean asked suddenly making Kate and Sam look at him as they all stopped walking. He looked directly at Kate who was nuzzling her scarf.

"What?" Sam asked as she frowned looking at Dean.

"Earlier, you said that eighty-two percent of the population considered that two people sitting next to each other in some place that ain't a fancy restaurant, is a couple. Where did that come from?" Dean asked.

"Don't tell me you've been thinking about it ever since?" Sam asked his brother with arched eyebrows.

"Shut up," Dean told him before turning his attention back at Kate. "So?" The brown head shrugged as she started walking again.

"I made it up," she replied as she kept walking. Dean turned around to look at her as Sam chuckled. Dean snapped his head at his brother with a glaring gaze.

"I'm pretty sure, the real statistic is close to that, though," Sam told him quickly.

"You're… You're close," Dean said trying to find a comeback but only finding a lame one. Sam looked at him with risen eyebrows before they heard a loud noise of things dropping on the ground. Sam glanced to see Kate apologizing to a man as she helped him gather his stuff. He walked towards her, followed close by his big brother.

"I'm so sorry, really," Kate told the man as she gathered the tiny round boxes on the floor and put them in his large cardboard box. "I can be very clumsy sometimes!"

"It's alright. No big deal at all," the man replied as they stood up. Kate looked up at him, ready to hand him the last round box in her hand when she saw his face. She stared at him in shock as she dropped the item in her hand. Sam and Dean approached her, Sam bending down to take the item and handing it to the man. The man looked at Kate, frowning with concern. "Are you okay young lady?"

"Kaitlin?" Dean said as he noticed how her face had turned very pale while staring at the man.

"You're George Parker…" She let out in a breath.

"Hum, yeah, that's me," the old man replied. "Do I know you?"

"You're George Parker…" She repeated as she stared at the man who frowned his gaze. Dean put his arm around her back as he glanced up at the antiquity shop which sign said A thousand wonders At George Parker's.

"I'm sorry, have we met somewhere?" The old man asked as he stared at her.

"No, no," Dean lied as he looked at the old man. "It's just you're so famous around here, you know! With your… thousand wonders."

"What? I just sell a few trifles," the old man answered.

"And she's a fan of trifles. She's got a lot at home, you should see that!" Dean lied with a grin as Kate never looked away from the old man.

"Huh," the old man just said as he looked up at Sam who gave him a quick polite smile before looking back at Kate. "You take good care of your girl, here." He told Dean before walking away.

"Katie," Sam said as he walked in front of Kate who looked up at him.

"What was that?" Dean asked her and she turned her head to look at the man whose arm was still holding her back.

"You know him back in your world, don't you?" Sam asked her as she turned her head back at him. She looked at him before glancing behind him, her eyes finding the store sign immediately. "Is he family?"

"Can we just go to the nearest bar and get drunk?" She asked in a little voice as her teary eyes met Sam's concerned ones.

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Kate swallowed down her seventh shot in less than a minute before grimacing as she shook her head. She reached for her third beer and took a long sip. Sam and Dean were across her in the booth they were sitting in. They were staring at her, surprised to see she was holding her liquor pretty good. She looked up at them as she finished drinking her beer.

"Maybe, we should order something stronger," Kate told them loudly over the loud noise of their surroundings. There was a lot of people in that bar and the music played was very loud making everybody almost shout to talk with each other.

"Don't you think you got enough?" Sam asked her. She frowned her eyebrows at him and repeated his question louder. She shook her head.

"I need more!" She replied as she stood up and almost fell down. Sam stood up and circled around the booth, to get to her side.

"I think it's enough, Katie," he told her loudly with a gentle voice as he put his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him and shook her head.

"Can you at least tell me what's wrong? Who was that man?" He asked her as Dean looked back and forth at the two of them, trying to hear them over the noise.

"Damn you George Parker! I damn you for always have been this convincing manipulative arrogant bastard!" She shouted and the brothers frowned in confusion. "I damn you for always having the last word, you convincing manipulative arrogant bastard! It was him, Sam!" He looked at her still confused as tears formed in her eyes suddenly. "My father spent hours damning George Parker on his deathbed! I-I miss my father… I miss him, Sam… He's the only one who's ever been there for me! He-he…" Kate started to cry so Sam pulled her into his arms trying to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, Katie," he told her in her ear as she clung harder onto him. "I'm so sorry." Sam glanced at Dean to see him staring thoughtfully at the young woman in his arms.

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Sam and Dean had decided to leave the bar when Kate had started crying. They had preferred to bring her to the motel room so she could rest in calm, but the moment they walked in the room, the brunette had run to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Not a few seconds later, they heard distinct noises of her throwing up which made them both sigh.

"So, what was all of that about? That George Parker killed her old man?" Dean asked Sam who sat down on the edge of the couch, right next to the bathroom's door.

"No, not really," Sam replied in a low voice before looking at his brother. "He was just the one who introduced him to smoking… Which gave him a lung cancer." Dean glanced at the door as they heard Kate grunt before throwing up again. He let out a long sight before taking the bottle of bourbon he had put on the floor, next to his bed. "You wanna end up like her?"

"What?" Dean asked as he looked up at his brother before unscrewing the bottle.

"With all you've drunk in the bar, if you add this bottle, I'm pretty sure you're gonna end up throwing up with her, in there," Sam told his brother.

"Seeing her cry sobered me enough, to prevent that from happening," Dean replied as he brought the bottle up to his lips and drank a long sip. Sam shook his head and Dean noticed that. "What? Sam, we've talked about it. You know why I need to drink."

"You can't keep drinking, Dean. I know it's hard for you… But you can't keep drinking everytime a memory pops back, you-"

"Wrong," Dean cut him off. "That's when you're wrong, Sam. Those memories they don't pop back, Sam. They don't go and pop back. They're always here. Always. So you should be happy enough, I'm not drinking 24/7."

"Dean, I'm trying to help you-"

"I've already told you, Sam. There's no sweet words or feelings sharing or whatever that can help me," he cut him off again. "All I can do is try to inhibit as much as possible what I'm feeling and what I'm remembering all the time. And I'm sorry but so far, alcohol has been a way better help than your soothing words."

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"I've been waiting for you," the familiar voice said as Kate turned around and realized she was in the same fancy room than last time.

"I'm dreaming again, aren't I?" She said as the same suited-up angel stood up from a chair and walked to her with a smile.

"You're very perspicacious," he told her sarcastically. And she suddenly frowned as she realized something.

"How is that I couldn't remember this last time? When I woke up I had completely forgotten about that dream," she told him.

"I told you it would be a secret between the two of us," he told her winking at her.

"But, if I can't remember it, how do you want me to do whatever you want me to do?" She asked him.

"Well, you remembered that you had something important to do, right?" He told her with a smile, she just fixed him with an almost dirty look. "It was the job. The moment, the Winchesters will feel like not wanting to do their job, you will remember yours. The moment the Winchesters will feel like giving up, you will remember what I showed you." Zachariah's voice had suddenly become harsher. Kate gulped, remembering the terrible sensation of what Dean had to go through during his time in Hell. "And, if - and I hope that's a big if – if you still don't feel very motivated, I've got forty years of Dean Winchester's memories of Hell to show you and make you feel." His lips suddenly turned into an amused grin. "Chill out, Kate! I know you're the kind to work very hard and well, when you have to!"

"Can you… Can you make Dean forget Hell?" She asked him and he took a step back as he stared at her.

"No," he replied and she looked at him with frowned eyes. "I'm sorry, I can't. Besides, like I said… Motivation," Kate's eyes got a bit round at his words. "There's absolutely nothing better than motivation."

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Hearing the motel room's door softly shut, Kate opened her eyes and glanced at it before looking at the two queen size beds. She sighed, frowning her eyebrows as she found Sam's one empty. She couldn't help wonder where he had gone wandering off at three in the morning, without warning them. It had been obvious that he had waited for Kate and his brother to fall asleep. The young woman had only succeeded to sleep thirty minutes after have thrown up all her stomach hours ago. Then, she had just laid down and waited, looking up at the ceiling trying to remember once again what she had dreamed about that felt so important. And she hadn't been able to stop herself from glancing at the brothers once in a while. Dean had been rather quick to fall asleep, and Kate was sure that it was due to the amount of alcohol he had gulped down before they came back to this room and the even huger amount when they came back in this room. As for Sam, she had caught glimpse of him glancing at his brother as if trying to figure out if he was completely knocked out yet or not. He had looked over at her and eventually Kate had given him her back, pretending to fall asleep too. Not even ten minutes later, she had heard movements followed by a few light footsteps. And then, the door shutting softly.

Kate sat up on the couch, letting the yellow extra cover they had found in the little cupboard, drop on her lap. She looked over at the sleeping Winchester as he was snoring very softly. She couldn't help wonder what had happened between them when she had been in the bathroom earlier. Even very worn out after throwing up so much, she had noticed the heavy tension in the room when she walked out of the bathroom. She had immediately remembered that expression her aunt used a lot when she visited her at her mother's. The tension in here is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

The young woman stood up and walked slowly to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as Dean's snores. She closed the door behind her and switched on the light. She walked to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing one of Sam's shirt again since she had forgotten to put any pj's in her back bag. It was an over-sized shirt that hung down above her mid-thighs. Fortunately, Dean had given her a pair of shorts so that she wasn't too bare in this rather cold night. Kate's eyes focused then on her hair bun. She took off the hair tie and looked at her wavy brown hair that held some curls here and there. She sighed, exasperated. She had always been so tired of her hair. Not wavy enough to say she had cute waves and not curly enough to say she had sexy curls. It was just a mix of nonsense hair.

"Maybe I should buy a hair straightener," she told herself before she looked at her face. "And some concealer," she touched the slight shadows under her eyes. "At least, it looks better than a few days ago." She remembered the deep dark shadows she had under her eyes a few days ago when she spent her whole nights reading about demons at Bobby's.

Suddenly, a sort of loud grunt reached her ears. Frowning, she turned around and opened the door slightly, she hung her head at the slight opening and looked at the room. She looked over at Dean to find him moving around in his bed. She pushed the door open, letting the bathroom light illuminate the dark motel room enough for her to see Dean properly. She walked slowly towards him and noticed how sweaty he was as he was moving around, whining and grunting in pain. She stopped at his bedside.

"Dean," she whispered wanting to wake him up slowly and softly since she had heard a few years ago that waking up someone suddenly was not good at all. "Dean, wake up," she whispered as she reached her hand towards his shoulder. She put her hand gently on his shoulder and shook him gently as she repeated his name. All at once, Dean grabbed her forearm forcefully and pulled her to the bed, pinning her to it as he straddled her while his other hand pulled out the knife he was keeping under his pillow. Kate let out a surprised yelp before she talked to him. "Dean, stop! It's only me!"

"Kaitlin?" Dean said with a confused voice as he looked down at her, holding his knife up ready to hit her in the chest with it.

"Yeah," she let out in a breath. "It's me, Dean." She looked up at him to find him looking at her with eyes that suddenly got big. He dropped the knife on the floor and stared at her. "You were having a bad dream… I just wanted to wake you up from it." He slowly nodded at her as he put his legs off of her and sat down on the side of his bed. She sat up, her eyes glued to him.

"I'm sorry, Kaitlin," he whispered as he rubbed a hand down his face.

"It's okay," she whispered in a soft voice.

"It's not," he told her, his eyes watching the knife on the floor. "I-I tempt to lose control over you a lot, don't I? … Last time and now…" He admitted and Kate could feel the guilt in his voice as she remembered the confession she had over-heard.

"It's okay, Dean, really," she told him with a firm voice, hoping he will believe her words. "I don't blame you, not at all. And I've already forgiven you for what happened last time… And I forgive you for now." Dean turned his head to look at her.

"You shouldn't," he replied. "I don't deserve to be forgiven… Kaitlin, you have no idea of who I really am…"

"You're right," she whispered to him. "I have no idea of who you really are... I've been in this dimension for a couple of weeks, and I still don't know when your birthday is, what your favourite dessert is, what your favourite colour is, or anything like that. But I've heard how people talk about you. How Sam, Bobby and Pamela talk about you. And I've watched you, Dean. You are a good man. You act like you're this tough guy but at the end of the day, you are…" She stopped as he turned to look at her.

"I'm what?" He asked her in a whisper and she scanned his face, getting closer to him. She reached her hand to cup his cheek softly and looked into his eyes. He shivered at the touch and couldn't help thinking about Anna and the way she had cupped his cheek too. He closed his eyes and Kate couldn't help stroking his cheek tenderly.

"I have no idea," she whispered taking him aback. He opened his eyes and looked at her with puzzled eyes. "I don't know who you really are, Dean. I don't. All I can say is that…"

"I have to forgive myself for what I've done in Hell?" He told her and she looked at him quietly. "I know you've heard what I said to Sam, Kaitlin. No need to deny. I've heard you snuffling on the backseat and I've seen the way you've been looking at me ever since." Kate's hand started to drop when Dean caught it and held it gently in his. He looked down at her hand that looked so tiny in his, and felt so soft against his calloused fingers.

"If you think, I've been pitying you, Dean. It really isn't-"

"No," he cut her off. "You haven't been pitying me. You've been looking at me the same way you did when I told you I went to Hell…" He told her before looking up at her. "With understanding and… And sincere pain. But I can't… I can't let you do that, Kaitlin."

"Can't let me do what?"

"Help me… Listen to me, and heal me, fix me."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not fair to you," he replied as he let go of her hand and stood up to get the bottle of old bourbon on the nightstand between the two beds.

"What makes you say that?" She asked him as she looked at him unscrewing the bottle and drinking a long sip. "What makes you think that it won't be fair to me to help you?"

"Because you're a good girl, Kaitlin," he replied to her as his green eyes stared at her intensively in the dim light. She opened her lips to protest but Dean interrupted her. "And I…"

"And you what?" She asked him as he was looking down, trying to find the only thing that he was sure would keep her as further as possible. He looked up at her, gulped down his saliva and replied in a hard voice.

"And I don't trust you."

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Author's note :

So here you go with this new chapter! I've gotta admit, though. It was supposed to be a way shorter chapter, and it was meant to be a simple filler. But in the end I decided to work on it more so it could be better than a simple filler… Especially after I've seen that my last chapter had received only 2 reviews… I've gotta say it worried me. Was it that bad? I would have liked to read what you thought about it even though you found it crappy ! Don't forget that reviews are supposed to be constructive criticism so if some chapters let you puzzled or disappointed, don't hesitate to tell me!

Besides, I wanna thank those who keep following and favouriting my story! I suppose if you're doing so, it means you like it, so yeah thank you And if you could leave a review to tell me what you thought about this chapter, it will be very appreciated! And of course, thank you to the ones already leaving so many reviews!

On another hand, have you guys watched the 200th episode ? I found it just perfect ! It was a so beautiful dedication to all of us :')

Ps : thank you again for giving a chance to my story !

Take care,

A.