Three days later.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota. At Bobby Singer's.

Kate was sitting at the table, having lunch with Pamela Barnes in Bobby Singer's kitchen while the old man had gone down town for a grocery shopping. Early that morning, Bobby had picked Pamela up, before dropping her off at his house and going back to town. Kate was more than happy to see the woman with who she had shared quite a lot of moments. No matter if the moment passed together was sharing a beer together while getting to know each other or if it was working on a strange case, Kate always enjoyed the psychic's company and the woman had made her understand that the feeling was reciprocated.

Kate had realized that for some reason Pamela didn't want to come as long as Matthew was in the vicinity. The young brunette assumed that it was because Matthew had no idea about her being from another universe, and she thought Pamela didn't want to have to lie about all of this. Therefore, Pamela had sounded very relieved and glad on the phone, when Kate told her that the young hunter had gone away for a couple of days. Pamela had asked her to tell Bobby to come pick her up right away, which Bobby complied immediately after Kate had started telling him what Pamela had said. She knew they were planning on doing something, but she had no idea what.

Something that Kate was sure had been noticed by everyone lately was how not well she was feeling. She knew very well that Bobby and Matthew had noticed it, and that Pamela noticed it the minute she stepped in the house. The young brunette was quite relieved that no one asked her what was wrong. She knew that Bobby and Matthew had been too busy lately to ask her, but it didn't mean they hadn't tried to. As a matter of fact, they had tried asking her but she had managed to avoid their questions because one of the phones was ringing or by telling them she wanted to catch on her sleep.

Now that Zachariah wasn't inviting her to this sort of fancy little room every time she fell asleep, she thought she could have a restful sleep and actually dream. But, her dreams turned out to be very far from being peaceful and happy dreams. They were nightmares. Nightmares about the Cleaner running after her before catching her and strangling her, or nightmares about the digging out of the corpse of Sam's childhood friend before the ghost attacked her or even the corpse was brought back to life somehow. And sometimes it was Dean's memories of Hell; the ones that Zachariah had imposed to her whenever she talked back and he wanted to show her who was the boss. The previous night, she had dreamed she was in Bobby's kitchen when Zachariah appeared and shouted at her to work on her missions that were to stop the breaking of the seals and to keep the Winchesters motivated on accomplishing their own missions. She had told him she refused and that God would never want her to do all the things he was ordering her to. And then, he had made her go through another Dean's moment in Hell. This was one of the memories of him as the torturer and she was one of the many souls he had tortured in Hell. Dean was craving in her chest with a thin blade before opening her completely and throwing salt in her insides. It had been incredibly painful, and at her waking, she wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or an actual visit of Zachariah.

"You're zoning out, again, lady," Pamela said moving her hand in front of Kate's face, bringing the young woman back to the moment.

"Sorry," Kate replied as the woman with sunglasses just scoffed.

"You're sure you told me everything that happened to you lately?"

"What do you mean?" Kate asked her.

"Well, you seem to forget that I'm one of the best psychics you'll ever cross path with," Pamela replied as she leaned against the back of her chair, across from Kate. "I kinda feel something bothering you. Besides, you haven't eaten more than two forks of your plate."

"No that's not-"

"I may be blind but I can hear when someone's chewing on their food or not," Pamela cut her off. Kate bit on her lips as she sighed through her nostrils, her eyes falling on her, indeed, full plate of pasta. "What's wrong with you, honey?"

"I don't know…" Kate whispered.

"You do. You just don't think you can say it…" The psychic said as she reached for Kate's hand on the table. "I can feel there's something scaring you…" Pamela told her as her warm hand stroked the back of Kate's cold hand. Kate looked up at the woman whose face displayed an intensive expression, before she shook her head faintly. "Don't you worry, honey. Everything will soon be fine."

Right at this moment, they both heard the front door opening and then slamming as the grumpy voice of Bobby Singer echoed.

"Fuckin' season, too fuckin' cold!"

"Language, Singer!" Pamela shouted as he walked in his living room scoffing.

"Your language is worse, Barnes!"

"Yeah, but I watch it around younger people," Pamela said as Kate frowned looking at her.

"You used the C and the D word, not an hour ago," Kate remarked as Pamela turned her head to her.

"But, he didn't need to know that," Pamela said as Kate's lips cracked in a little smile.

"You girls had lunch?" Bobby asked while taking off his coat, as Kate stood up.

"Yeah-"

"No," Pamela cut Kate off. "I've had lunch and she's eaten two little forks like a friggin' bird."

"I wasn't very hungry," Kate started to say as Bobby stared at her.

"That's what you've been sayin' for three days now, Katie," Bobby told her as he walked towards her. "Sit. And eat."

"But Bobby-"

"There's no 'but Bobby'. I don't want ya to pass out in my house, so you eat and I don't wanna hear a word," Bobby told her sternly when the phone rang. "I've got my eyes on you!" He told her as he grabbed the phone to answer the call while standing only a few feet away from the young woman. Kate sighed as she sat down in front of her plate.

She looked at the red sauce with meatballs as she plunged the forks in. She stared at it, in silence as Bobby kept on talking on the phone. It was food that Pamela brought with her earlier and all Kate had done was put it in the microwave before serving the woman and herself. She hadn't really paid any attention on the aspect of it, as she was catching up with Pamela in the same time. But as she really looked at it now, it seemed like the red sauce turned even redder somehow... It seemed to get crimson red… Suddenly, an image of flesh pieces in a bath of blood crossed her mind. Her fingers started to shake as she heard a voice telling her that more pieces of her were going to be cut off and mixed to that. Kate jumped in her chair and pushed the plate away as she stood up, her hands holding strongly at her hair's roots. It had only been three days, but all those flashbacks and hallucinations were starting to drive her completely crazy.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked her as he walked to her. "I'll call ya later," he said to the phone before hanging up and walking to Kate.

"Bobby, we need to do it now," Pamela said as she frowned. Bobby gently put his arms around Kate who was trembling.

"D-do what?" Kate asked in a crying shaking voice as she looked at the psychic before looking up at the old man by her side.

"Breathe in. Breathe out," Pamela's voice whispered softly as Kate was laying on the couch in Bobby's living room, her eyes closed and her body completely relaxed. Pamela and Bobby wanted to know what was wrong with the young woman lately just as much as they wanted to find out how exactly she got in this universe for two months now. So, Pamela had suggested to Bobby a very good and old skill to get Kate focused on her memory lane. She had never tried this one because it was a very precise thing to do and the psychic wasn't sure she could manage it. However, she had spent a few days preparing a sort of little beverage that could make Kate focused enough to let her subconscious-self talk. The psychic was a bit nervous, because she knew that if the slightest thing went wrong, Kate could get stuck in her own mind. She had waited the right time to do this, and now it was the rightest time. "Breathe in, and out. Replay it all now. You're getting in your car, making your way to Lawrence… Why Lawrence?"

"My father is buried there," Kate breathed out.

"You're heading there to visit him, then?"

"Yes."

"You told me you've had a hard week… And you decided to go visit your father. Were you used to visit him a lot?"

"No… Only was there for the funeral… It was my first time visiting him ever since his death." Bobby stared at Kate, his arms crossed over his chest as he was leaning silently against his desk. Kate didn't know this, but she had already replied to those questions three times earlier before she stopped talking and Pamela had to put Kate into an even more focused state. She then started asking her the same questions again, only to have the exact same answers.

"Why?"

"I didn't want to…"

"You didn't want to visit him?"

"I didn't want to accept his death," Kate replied as Pamela opened her mouth to keep going when Kate interrupted her. "I still don't want to…"

"I see… It's always hard to accept those kind of things," Pamela murmured as Bobby glanced at her. Kate hadn't said this the previous times. Pamela was sure that she had a good link with Kate' subconscious now, at last. "Now, I want you to tell me how you were feeling when your car stopped."

"Tired… It was too much…"

"Too much for this hard week?" Pamela asked as Bobby felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and hung up. He had cut off all his other phones because Pamela had told him nothing should disturb the whole house.

"Yes."

"What did you do then?"

"I got out… Looked under the hood… But I didn't know what to do… So I went to take a paper… Ouch!" Kate frowned on the bed as Bobby looked at her curiously.

"What? What happened?" Pamela asked her, confused.

"Papercut..."

"Then?"

"I stood in front of my hood… The sky. It's-it's turning grey…"

"No more beautiful sunshine and blue sky?"

"No more… But the ground… There's an earthquake… I gotta get in my car…" Kate replied as Pamela nodded. "There's a black thing… A black hole… And there's…"

"There's what?"

"There's… Somebody…"

"Somebody?" Pamela asked her eyebrows frowned as Bobby straightened and unfolded his arms, his eyes fixing at the young brunette. She had never mentioned anyone else around her when she got aspired by this black hole. "In the hole?"

"No… Behind the shrubs… Someone's standing behind the shrubs…"

"Kate, I want you to describe this person."

"I can't see very well… It's dark and I'm confused and scared… But I can see someone standing there… The hole is aspiring me! I can't… I can't breathe!" Kate started to arch her body on the bed and move her head from left to right, frantically. "He's standing over me!"

"Who? That same person hiding behind the shrubs?"

"No… It's someone else… I can't handle this anymore… Thirty years has been enough… Please get me off that rack, please!" Kate begged crying out loud as she arched her whole body on the couch. Sweat was forming quickly on her forehead as her face was all of sudden turning red.

"Pamela-" Bobby said as panic rose in him.

"You're gonna wake up in five, four, three, two, one," Pamela told Kate who just kept on crying her eyes closed. "Kate, wake up!"

"Please! Stop it, stop it!" Kate screamed on the couch. "I'll do anything, please stop Alastair!"

Dean stared at Kate's sleeping form on the bed in silence as his little brother helped Bobby preparing the concoction that was supposed to help them get into Kate's mind. Sam and Dean had come as soon as Bobby called them. He had just wanted to ask Dean if Kate had more than one encounter with Alastair when the elder Winchester brother had asked him to tell him exactly what was happening over at his house to make him ask this kind of question. The second Bobby had said Kate was lost in her own mind, Dean had immediately stepped on the gas, saying they'd be there in less than an hour. When Sam had asked him what was going on, Dean had given him too short answers, which made Sam realize that they were rushing towards Bobby's with no real idea of what was happening over there. However, Sam had seen very clearly the concern on Dean's face and it made him worried too. All he knew was that Alastair was somehow linked with Kate being unconscious and sort of stuck in her own mind. It worried him, but the expression on his big brother's face increased this feeling even more than he thought possible.

When they got at Bobby's, the psychic had explained to them what had happened and the brothers had felt themselves going through many emotions in such a short time, and in complete silence, as they listened to her with their gazes stuck on Kate. Shock, concern, worry, anger, fear. So many feelings had filled them. The whole situation had seemed utterly insane and impossible. The fact that she had said something about getting her off the rack and that it had been thirty years, made Dean even more afraid of what was happening to her. His thoughts were going crazy and he didn't want to overthink it because whenever he did, he couldn't help but ask him himself if she had been to Hell too, even though it was more than impossible. He was entirely fretting at the thought that she was possibly going through something as terrible as Hell's tortures at this exact moment, and that he was completely and hopelessly unable to help her.

"She'll be fine, Dean," Pamela said from the chair she was sitting on right next to Bobby's desk. He didn't look away from Kate as he gave a little nod of the head, from the chair he was sitting on that was right across of Kate. "The recipe of that drink will help Bobby get in her head, and in no time she'll be back to us."

"Pamela's right," Bobby said as he walked towards Kate and took a strand of her brown hair. He put in his glass as he walked to a chair.

"You're sure you don't want me to do this instead, Bobby?" Sam asked as he put down the jar with the rest of the beverage while standing near the doorway leading to the kitchen. Dean looked up at Sam, his eyebrows slightly frowned as something hit him. It shouldn't be Bobby doing this. And, his little brother shouldn't be doing this either.

"No, I got it," Bobby replied as he put down his glass and took a little bag on the coffee table.

""How are you gonna get yourself to sleep?" Pamela asked him. The old man opened the little bag and pulled out a set of injections.

"I've got some good medicine I stole in the Sioux Falls hospital a week ago," he replied as Dean and Sam looked at the old man. "I'll drink this improved African Dream Root first, then I'll inject myself this."

"Will it really work?" Sam asked, his voice full of a concern that never left him ever since they got here. His eyes kept on glancing at the young woman, laid, wholly motionless on the couch.

" 'Course, it will," Bobby replied as he rolled his sleeve up and grabbed the glass. He drank it all in one shot before grimacing at the terrible taste of it. He put the empty glass down on the table, and glanced at the unconscious young woman on his couch. He let out long exhale as he nodded at himself. "Let's do this." He took the injection and was suddenly stopped by Dean.

"Stop it! I think I should go in there."

"What?" Sam asked as he looked at his brother, surprised by the sudden reaction while he had stayed rather quiet ever since they got here and saw Kate unconscious.

"She's talked about Alastair… And said something about-about a rack… If she's been to Hell somehow, and has those memories, I'm the only who can help her out from wherever she's stuck," Dean told them.

"Dean-"

"No, Sam. You know I'm right," Dean interrupted him.

"You are right," Pamela said nodding her head as the three men turned their attention to her. "But there's something you need to know here, pretty boy. Getting in someone's mind while their stuck in there isn't a funny, pretty ride. If they're stuck in there, it's because something awful is happening and holding them back there."

"I'm aware of that," he simply replied in a serious tone.

"Alright. You gotta know that you'll be sent to some point, any point, in her memory lane. And then, you'll travel from there. You'll certainly see some dark moments of her past, but you won't be able to do anything. You'll be just like a ghost passing by, witnessing everything without having any power to save her," Pamela told him. Dean's eyebrows frowned as he tried to grasp everything she was telling him. "You won't be able to control the travels, but you need to follow every versions of her you'll meet."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked.

"You'll see different versions of her depending on which memory, you are. And you need to follow them, because there'll be a time when she'll see you… I have to say I don't really know how, but you'll figure out in there. And when she sees you, when she knows you are not a part of her mind, you'll have to hold on her because it will be her subconscious."

"What, then? What do I have to do to wake her up?"

"Just make her travel with you through her memory lane… She is supposed to wake up when she's escaped what's holding her there."

"What, like a monster?" Sam asked.

"No," Pamela replied. "A bad memory, I think…"

"Alright," Dean replied as he nodded before turning his head towards the older hunter.

"You idjit couldn't have stopped before I drank this fuckin' disgustin' thing?" Bobby grumped as he put down the injection. Dean stood up and walked to Kate. He put his hand gently on her head, caressing her soft wild hair before pulling a tiny strand of her brown hair off. Sam observed his brother's gestures before handing him the jar with the beverage. Dean took it and put the hair in it as he bent down and grabbed the injection on the table. He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Kate's head, and drank the concoction. He shook his head at the taste. He slid the jar on the table and looked at the three people staring at him.

"Be careful, Dean," Sam told him as Dean looked at him before turning his gaze to the soft head near his lap. He nodded as he looked up at his brother.

He didn't say anything as he slid up the sleeve of his flannel. He took a deep breath, and injected the drug in his forearm, wincing just a little bit. He felt immediately dizzy and only had the time to pull off the injection before his head fell backwards as unconscious took over him.

The dirty-blonde hunter blinked a few times as he woke up, laid down on a red couch. He sat up and looked around himself. He was in a rather big and wealthy living room, with a fireplace and a glass coffee table. There were two large chairs at each side of the couch among other items.

"Mom, you don't get it-"

"No, I do get it! I get it very well young lady! You figured out that the only way to get to live with your father was to get me so mad that I would just send you there!"

"What? So you think I've been doing all of this on purpose?! Mom, those girls want to kill me!"

"For God's sake, you're overacting now!" A very thin and tall red-haired woman in a blue suit said as she walked to the end of the couch, obviously not seeing Dean sitting on that couch. "You can't keep on going at school and come back with your clothes or bags destroyed because you're fighting! And you can't keep doing that to my boss' daughter!"

"Mom, I'm your daughter… Shouldn't you be more worried about me?" Dean turned his head to see a younger Kate standing there in a zip-hoodie and a pair of large pants. She looked a bit chubbier than what he thought she would look like as a teenager. He assumed she was sixteen or seventeen years old upmost. Even though, the discussion between the red head and the brown head was pretty heavy, Dean couldn't help the thought that crossed his mind as he stared at Kate. Some things truly never change. His lips turned into a little smile that he couldn't stop as his eyes were glued to the way her hair was a messy curly wildness all around her face.

"Let's be honest here, Kate. It's not the first time you've made troubles somewhere and pretended you were the victim-"

"Are you talking about what happened after my seventh year again?! I told you some jerk called me fat and stole my lunch!"

"Was it necessary to fight that boy in front of the principal during the teachers-parents reunion?" The red head said as Dean looked at her. "And before you find some clever and sarcastic thing to answer that question of me, you should know that the answer is no, it wasn't necessary. Besides, if you had listened to me and did that diet in time, you wouldn't have been fat back then." Dean's jaw clenched as he glared at that woman. How could she talk like that to her own child? Besides, a few extra pounds didn't make Kate any less pretty.

"Well, I've lost some weight now. I bet you're overexcited about that!" Kate exclaimed sarcastically.

"I'll be overexcited when your behavior in high school will be as good as your grades!" The woman said as she walked around the couch, grabbed her bag and turned to Kate. "Oh and I don't care whatever you say. You go to that high school today or you won't see your father this weekend, am I clear?"

"Cristal," Kate groaned as her mother just walked away and Dean frowned. She had told him that her relationship with her mother wasn't the best one, but he felt like she had softened it all pretty much, because her mother was clearly treating her like crap.

He remembered that he had to follow every versions of Kate, so he stood up and followed her as she walked upstairs. She looked so upset and angry as she slammed her bedroom's door and he stood outside staring at it. HE didn't know if he could walk through it like a real ghost so he reached his hand towards the brown wooden door, when suddenly he heard soft cries coming from inside. She was crying. It saddened him to hear her cry and right when he was going to try get through that door, the brown door changed into a white door. He looked around himself and realized he wasn't standing in the corridor he had followed Kate to. He was in some public bathroom. He made two steps to the exit door when it opened.

"Come on, Fatty Katie, we know you're in there!" A skinny brunette said as she walked in with two blondes, wearing as little clothes as she did, their faces painted with too much makeup. He looked at them and frowned.

"You can take your time, we're not in a hurry," one of the blondes said as she pulled out a pair of hedge shears. "But, the sooner you get out of there and the better your haircut will be." She laughed along with the others as Dean stared at them, completely taken aback. What the heck were they planning to do with this fuckin' tool?

"You need this haircut ever since we started this little game with you months ago. Don't you agree?" The brunette said with a devilish smirk.

"What the fuck…" Dean said when one of the toilet's door opened and a young Kate stood there. She was wearing other clothes, much larger clothes and her eyes were red from crying but still she stood in front of those girls, with a strong expression all over her face.

"When I look at you three, I feel like you're the ones who need that haircut," Kate told them in a strong voice as she gave them a sarcastic smile. Here's my girl. The blonde holding the hedge shears huffed as she glanced at the other blonde and the brunette who approached Kate.

"Hold her down," the blonde ordered. The two girls tried to get to Kate but she fought back.

A loud knock on the door made all the girls turn around and when Dean did, he realized he was standing somewhere else once again. It was a long and empty hallway. He frowned as he looked around himself and recognized this place as a hospital hallway.

"What the fuck am I doing in a hospital now?" He asked himself as he started to walk down the corridor. Suddenly, the noise of clicking heels echoed. He turned around to see a doctor walking towards a man he hadn't seen earlier in this corridor. The brown-head man was sitting on a seat, his head in his hands.

"Mister Anderson?" The doctor said making Dean fix at the man with a surprised expression. This man was Kate's father.

"Is my daughter alright?" The man asked as he stood up. His face showed so much distress.

"She's got three broken ribs, and the stab she received above her hips made her lost a lot of blood," the doctor replied as Dean observed the man's reaction. The man looked defeated, an expression Dean knew very well from seeing it in the mirror so many times. "She's awake but I'd rather you let her rest for a bit before you-"

"Dad!" Dean turned his face as he saw another young version of Kate standing in a hospital's robe, her hand holding the wall as her other arm was linked with tubes to a trailing thing. She looked thinner than earlier which made Dean realize that he was sort of going through glimpses of her timeline, certainly from older events to more recent events. And, now it must have been quite some time since the public bathroom scene. Her hair was very short and he clenched his jaw as he realized that this must have been the results of what those teenagers did to her in the public bathroom.

"Kate!" Her father exclaimed as the doctor sighed.

"You should be in bed!" The doctor said as she walked after the father who had already approached his daughter and was hugging her.

"Daddy…" Kate said as she hugged her father tightly when a red-haired woman came running down the hallway towards them. Dean recognized her as Kate's mother.

"Good Lord, what happened? I just got off work-"

"Please, get your daughter back in her bed," the doctor told Kate's father before looking at the woman. "You must be Mrs Anderson?"

"Miss Parker. We're divorced," the woman said sternly as Dean stared at her while Mister Anderson led his daughter back in the room right next to them.

"Alright," the doctor nodded. "Your daughter has been found near the locker rooms of her high school. She has been beaten very badly."

"Oh God, she always gets herself into troubles," Kate's mother said shaking her head as Dean looked at her with disgust before he noticed the little and innocent face of younger Kate staring at her mother from the bed as her father put the blanket back on her. She lowered her face and Dean felt sad for her. He knew that she had heard her mother's comment and was sure that it had hurt her.

"Miss Parker, some students witnessed the scene and told the police that she didn't initiate anything… You need to know that, besides the beating, a few students tried to sexually abuse her," the doctor told her alarming Dean even more. He glanced at the little brunette in the room as her father stroked her hair gently. Suddenly a gunshot was heard. Dean looked at the doctor and Kate's mother as they kept on talking like if they hadn't heard that gunshot. However, he couldn't make out what they were saying when suddenly another gunshot echoed.

The hunter turned around and found himself in an empty high school hallway. Some bags, books and papers were scattered all around the floor. He frowned as he made two steps and stopped when another gunshot was heard and went right through him. After all, he was some sort of ghost in here. A piercing scream appeared and Dean turned around to see a familiar blonde on the floor, holding her bleeding leg.

"Ashley! The girl I've been looking for, the most!" A voice shouted as Dean spun around to see a young boy walking with a rifle in his hands and another gun hung around his waist. He approached the blonde that Dean recognized as the one holding those hedge shears in that bathroom. "Where the hell have you been hiding?" He asked her sarcastically as he kicked in a bag while the blonde tried to crawl away, crying. "Huh?"

"Xander, stop!" Dean turned around to see Kate walking out of a cupboard.

"Kate," the young boy said with a little smile, his voice softening immediately. "Why are you hiding? You know I would never hurt you."

"That's why I got out," Kate replied in a shaky gentle voice. She looked so vulnerable, and yet so strong as she stood there.

"Wanna kill that bitch with me?" He asked her as he pointed at the bleeding blonde. Kate glanced at the girl before turning her attention back to the boy.

"You haven't killed anyone yet, Xander," she told him as he stared at her. "You shot everywhere to scare everyone… But there's no one killed right?"

"Not yet. I wanna kill her and her fuckin' plastic friends," he replied. "And you can help me."

"You're right, I can help you," Kate said making Dean look at her with surprise. "But not this," Kate told him as she shook her head making little steps towards the young boy.

"What?"

"I can't let you kill her or anyone…" Kate whispered.

"Why not? She almost killed you two months ago! Don't you remember?! She's beaten the crap out of you and you ended up in hospital!" He shouted at Kate who bit her lips together trying to stay calm. Dean's green eyes turned to the brunette standing there, in a casual large black tee-shirt, a jacket, jeans and a pair of simple sneakers. Her hair was a bit longer, but not that much as it was pulled in a ponytail, and there was fear written all over her face but still here she stood, trying to calm down a definitely depressed teenager carrying guns and not afraid to kill.

"I know," she replied softly, her eyes full of tears. "I know. But, it doesn't mean we have to kill her…"

"She's been poisoning my whole life! She-she made me hate myself!" Xander screamed as he pointed the rifle at the blonde but Kate made a quick step and stood in between them. "Kate, get out of the way. Right now."

"No," Kate said as tears streamed down her face. "No, I can't let you do this… Xander, do you really think it will make your life better? Killing her won't help you in any way…"

"It's not just her… It's this whole system… They're all so selfish and they treat us like crap! They humiliate us, a-and they have so much fun seeing us in pain! They don't give a fuck about our feelings!" He shouted. "They treat us like monsters, like fuckin' freaks!"

"What do you think people will call you if you kill her? If you kill her, what will you become?" Kate said as Dean turned his eyes to the young boy. He noticed a red spot on the young boy's chest.

"Are you saying I'm a freak, Kate?" The boy said as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"No… All I'm saying is that you're not a murder. You-you can't do that… A few months and it will all be over, Xander. Can't you see? A few months and we'll leave this place… We'll have a new start somewhere else, far away from here…" She glanced at his chest and gulped. "Please, Xander. Drop your gun, now," she whispered and Dean realized she had noticed the red spot on his chest.

"You know what? You're a fucking hypocrite… Do you know how much troubles I got in by telling the cops what I witnessed near the locker rooms, huh? Did you know that my father beat me with his belt for a whole week for going in so much troubles for you? I thought we were friends, Kate! And here you are, defending this bitch!"

"Xander, please…" She whispered as he shook his head and took a step towards her when suddenly a gunshot appeared and the boy dropped dead on the floor. Kate jumped in shock as she took a few steps towards him. "Xander?" She asked hesitantly, her voice a little whisper. The boy didn't move as the blonde moaned louder making Kate turn around and look at her. She glanced at the boy before walking to the blonde quickly as she took off her jacket and knelt next to the injured blonde. She started to put some pressure on the girl's thigh as she kept on throwing glances at the dead boy on the floor. Dean stared at her, feeling compassion for her.

It had been two hours since Dean drank that beverage to get into Kate's mind, and Sam hadn't moved from his spot as his eyes were glued to the two unconscious forms on the couch. Bobby had brought him a chair to sit down, but other than that he hadn't even gone to the bathroom or anything. On the other hand, Bobby had started moving around after half an hour, and Pamela had gone outside to take some fresh air after an hour too. It's not that they weren't as worried as Sam was, but they just couldn't stand still. Besides, Pamela had said it would take some time for Dean to find Kate's subconscious-self. Every once in a while, Kate's fingers or head would move slightly but Sam noticed that his brother stayed completely still. The younger Winchester felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He wanted to ignore it, but it vibrated a second time. He sighed as he pulled it out of his pocket. Seeing he had received two texts from that unsaved number he knew was Ruby's, he glanced up at his brother, as if not sure if he should open the texts. When he heard a few footsteps, he straightened his back on the chair and cleared his throat as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Sweetheart, you haven't moved an inch still?" Pamela said as she walked in with Bobby at her left.

"I don't need to," he simply replied as his light hazel eyes focused on his brother's face.

"Don't need to take a trip to the bathroom either?" Bobby asked him as he helped Pamela sit down on her chair.

"No."

"Sam, there's nothing we can do for now, so why don't you go eat something. Kate had made Matt buy a few snacks, you'll find them in the top cupboards," Bobby told him as he walked to the well-ordered book shelf and grabbed a few books.

"Not hungry," Sam replied as he crossed his arms over his chest. His eyebrows frowned a bit as he glanced at Kate's face. "Bobby… Who's that Matt guy?"

"A hunter," Bobby replied as he walked to his desk with the many books. "He's about your age, but he hasn't been hunting for as long as ya. Rufus found him and kinda trained him," he said as he walked to a box with a few files, next to the bookshelf.

"Why did you think it'd be a good idea to make him train Kate?" Sam asked, his gaze never looking away from Kate's face.

"Didn't really wanted to. Rufus thought it'd be safer for her to stay here if she knew how to fight back. But, she's the one who wants to know more about demons and monsters," Bobby replied. "I have not a fuckin' idea why, though!"

"She wants to help," Pamela said all of sudden making both Bobby and Sam look at her. "She wants to be useful, she doesn't wanna twiddle her thumbs while everybody's doing something useful around her. Besides, she's been told by a pretty face with a nice booty, that no matter what this job was worth it."

"I've never told her this… Not like that anyway," Sam replied.

"Honey, you're not the only pretty face with a nice booty in this room," Pamela told him with a little smirk. Sam frowned as he glanced at Dean. "I didn't mean any of you Winchester boys," Pamela said as Sam turned to look at Bobby who was staring at Pamela with a frown of shock. "You've never seen pictures of Bobby when he was younger, Sam? He was one handsome man."

"Quit your bullshit!" Bobby told her as he grabbed a couple of files and walked to his desk. Pamela let out a little laugh as Sam turned his attention back to Kate.

"Matt is a good hunter, Sam," Pamela told him as she felt his concern. "You don't have to worry about him being around our little girl from another world. He takes good care of her." Sam didn't say anything as he nodded his head.

"Yeah, except that he tells her too much about our world! The poor girl doesn't need to know that much, she's not even from here," Bobby grumbled.

"Well, he doesn't know she's from another universe, so he's not to blame." Pamela interjected. "Besides, she's the one asking all of those questions because-"

"Because she wants to be useful, I got it!" Bobby cut her off, his tone still grumpy.

"There's that and the little gift she's making you for when she'll go back to her universe," Pamela said as Bobby's face scrunched in confusion. Sam turned his head to look at them with a slight frown of same confusion than the old man.

"What gift you talkin' about?" Bobby asked her.

"Well-" Pamela started when suddenly Kate and Dean started to grunt pulling everyone's attention to them. Kate's grunts stopped but Dean's continued as his brow furrowed.

"He didn't react at all for hours now… Why is he starting to react, now?" Sam asked a little bit panicked as he stood up and looked back and forth between Pamela and his brother.

"He must have reached a memory he's a part of," Pamela replied in a little voice as a thoughtful expression appeared all over her face as Dean's fingers curled tightly, his grunts getting louder and louder. "A very dark memory…"

Dean frowned as he was now standing in a dark and very hot room. He could hear some screams coming from afar, as he brought his hand up to his nose; the strong smell of something burning disgusted him. He knew that smell too well and it made his stomach turn upside down. The smell of burning flesh.

"Please, stop! Alastair nooo!" Dean turned around as he heard Kate's voice scream loudly. He walked towards her voice and stopped when he saw her on a rack being tortured by a dark shadowy twisted figure. He stopped as memories of Hell rushed in his mind, he shook his head trying to focus on the now moment.

"Oh but we're having so much fun, Dean," the figure replied and Dean felt his heartbeats stop all of sudden. "It's only been what? Twenty-nine years? This game is so much fun, and you like it right? I mean you never accept my oh- so beautiful offer, so you must enjoy being on that rack, Dean." The hunter felt his legs make slow steps on their own, towards the demon and the rack. He stopped when he caught a glimpse of Kate's face. He was confused as to what was happening. The demon was burning her arm with a large iron bar and was calling her by his name, not hers. "Come on say yes!"

"Never!" Kate shouted in her cries.

"Come ooon," the demon said as he traced the burning iron on her arm more forcefully. "Come on, Dean! Say yes! Get off this old rack, and work for me! You won't suffer anymore, come on we'll make a great team, Dean!"

"No!" Dean shouted right when Kate screamed even louder, as he shut his eyes tight.

"I'm here," Dean heard her soft voice said. He opened his eyes and turned around. And here she was, standing in a white dress, her hair untied and falling below her shoulders almost reaching her elbows as it was completely straightened. Her face looked so pale, and even her lips that were usually red naturally, looked pale and almost cold blue.

"Kaitlin…" He whispered as he threw a glance behind to see that there was no one left in that dark room, but still he could smell that horrible smell. And he could cries and screams coming from afar. And the rack he knew so much was still there. Kate started unbuttoning her dress and Dean quickly made the two steps separating them, as he put his hands on hers, stopping her from uncovering herself. "Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing?"

"Getting ready," she replied, lowering her head as she stared at the ground. Dean frowned.

"Ready?"

"For the rack," she replied in a little voice as Dean realized all of sudden that this version of Kate could see and hear him. "Alastair said I would be the best for your first day. And, he said that there was nothing better than a white dress to paint in red, to make you satisfied."

"Kaitlin," he softly told her as he closed his eyes, his hands holding hers. He was starting to remember what was happening. Those things she was saying… Those things were the things the first soul he tortured, a long time ago, told him. He tried to breathe deeply to keep himself composed.

"Do you want me to-"

"Stop it, stop!" Dean told her as he opened his eyes and looked all over her face. "This… This isn't your memory… This is mine!" He put his hands on her cheeks and made her look up at him. She was staring at him with no emotion at all. Even the softness she always gave off no matter what, was lacking. "Kaitlin, you haven't been to Hell! Those are my memories! How can you have them?! You shouldn't be seeing all of that! You shouldn't be living all of that, Kaitlin!" Suddenly it was like if she had realized suddenly what was happening around her as the pupils of her eyes seemed to get wider. "Kaitlin, how can you have my memories of Hell?!" An expression of fear and sorrow appeared on her face.

"He's given them to me," she whispered as tears left her eye and he wiped them away with his thumbs.

"Who? Who did that to you? Why?" He asked her. "Kaitlin, tell me."

"I can't… I can't go through all of that… It's too much…" She said shaking her head. "How-how do you do it, Dean?"

"I don't… I just know that I gotta keep going. So I keep going," he replied as he looked at her. He felt heartbroken to see her looking so vulnerable and broken. "But, you're not supposed to go through that… This isn't your burden. It's mine."

"I deserve it… Dean, I'm not a good girl…"

"Why are you saying that?"

"I'm not a good girl… I've never even noticed how bad my friend was feeling in high school… H-he got killed because of me."

"Xander? The teen boy who came to your school to shoot people?" He told her and she looked up at him, surprised that he knew that. "His death has nothing to do with you… You've been through a lot too… I haven't seen everything but I know, Kaitlin. I know you had it rough and hard, but you stayed strong. He wasn't as strong as you… And his blood is not on your hands! It's never been! You need to understand that! Nothing you would have said would have changed his fate. You don't deserve any kind of burden. And you certainly don't deserve my burden!" His green eyes were locked with hers when they heard some running footsteps. They looked around and realized that they were somewhere else now.

It was another hospital hallway. Kate frowned as she glanced around of her, without moving from Dean's hold. She noticed a little boy with three colored balloons jumping up and down while two nurses were running down the hallway. Kate recognized that boy as being the son of her cousin. Dean looked at Kate as she put her hands on his wrists, and pulled him away softly. She made two steps towards a door from where a dark-haired woman got out, crying silently before she went to the little boy. Dean watched Kate as she stood in the doorway. He heard someone crying loudly from the room, and he decided to approach her. He turned his head to see another version of Kate on her knees at a bedside, crying as her hands clung onto a man. In spite of the older features on the man's face, Dean recognized it as being Kate's father. He turned his head to the Kate standing at his side, as she was silently staring at the man laying down on the bed while her other self was devastated. Dean understood what that memory was. The day her father passed away.

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered to her gently as he put his hand on her arm. She nodded her head slowly. "I was a real wreck when my father died too," he told her. "He wasn't as nice and good as your father, but he tried his best, I know he did…" Kate looked at him as his gaze was looking away. "It took me some time to accept his death… More than what I told you, and even more than what Sam thinks…"

"I haven't accepted yet… I don't want to," she whispered.

"No one wants to."

"You know what happened right then," Kate said as she looked at the version of herself crying while clinging with all of her force at her father. "That's when I realized how really alone I was going to be then."

"You're not alone, Kaitlin," he told her as she turned her face to look at him, his gentle gaze met her sad gaze. He looked down at her and noticed she wasn't wearing the white dress anymore, only the casual clothes she was actually wearing when he found her on Bobby's couch. All of sudden, rain was pouring over them. They both looked up and the whole scenery changed once again. They were now standing in Bobby' salvage yard.

"I don't understand what's happening," she said as she looked around.

"I'm traveling in your memory lane," Dean told her and she looked at him. "I took some nasty beverage to get in your head and get you out of this very long sleep you're stuck in."

"Did you try the wake up kiss of the sleeping beauty before?" Kate asked, trying to joke a bit, but still saying it in a very flat tone. They were now completely wet from head to shoes, however they didn't really care. They had other things to care about.

"No, I didn't think you'd be very happy with me kissing you while you're completely out," he replied with a weak smile as he looked at her wet hair.

"Good point," she said as she spun around and looked at his freckled face on which drops of water were streaming down. Along with the dim light coming from Bobby's porch, his facial features looked less rough. It seemed to hold a much softer expression as his brow was furrowed slightly, trying to look at her in spite of the water getting on his eyelids. It was then that Kate realized how very beautiful he really was. She frowned at that sudden thought, and coughed a little bit as she looked away. "I didn't take anything to make me travel through my memory lane… So how is that I'm going wherever you're going?"

"I dunno," he replied shrugging when suddenly they noticed another version of her kicking Sam in his crotch. "Ouch."

"It's a memory from the first time, I got here…" Kate said as Dean reached for her hand. She looked down before looking up at his face, questioning him silently as his fingers wrapped around her hand.

"Physical contact…I think that as long as we keep touching each other, we'll travel together."

"What makes you say that?"

"We were touching the two times the whole setting changed," he replied.

"Makes sense, I suppose," she said as she turned her face away again. She closed her fingers around his hand.

"Kaitlin, how long have you been having my memories?"

"For quite some time, but I couldn't remember them until… Until that day when the siren made you tape me on the bed," she replied as she kept her eyes focused on the cars, while the rain kept pouring over them.

"Who did that to you?" He asked and felt her whole hand tense around his. He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, very gently, trying to reassure her that she didn't have anything to be afraid of. "Kaitlin, if you want me to help you-"

"You can't help me, Dean," she cut him off as she turned around and looked right into his eyes. "You can't take those memories away from me just like you can't take them away from you!"

"I need to understand why you're seeing them and living them! I-" He stopped as his eyes stared at something over her shoulder. She spun around to see an angel she hadn't seen for quite some time, standing there almost casually and almost too close to them.

"You are not supposed to be here, Dean," the trench-coated angel said.

"Oh yeah? And you're supposed to, Cass?" Dean asked the angel who glanced at Kate.

"I have been sent to stop you two," Castiel replied.

"What do you mean stop us?" Kate asked him.

"You are going on a dangerous path," he replied as he looked directly at her before looking up at the hunter. "You were given an important mission, and you should not lose time on traveling in here instead of focusing on the mission."

"Oh yeah? You tell me why she's got my memories of Hell and I may go back to complete my mission or whatever," Dean replied as he stared at the angel with a hard look, thinking that the speech was completely directed to him even though the angel had looked at Kate too.

"She isn't supposed to have them, you are right. And thus, it gives me the power to take them away," Castiel replied. "But you need to leave this place now, Dean."

"I'm not leaving until you-" Dean started before he suddenly vanished. Kate looked at Castiel.

"What did you do to him?"

"Don't worry, I sent him back to his body. He is awake at Bobby Singer's now," the angel told her as she nodded.

"Can you really take them away?" Kate asked Castiel who looked away. "You can't…"

"I'm sorry… Only Zachariah has a great skill with remodeling memories."

"Sure…" Kate said as she nodded.

"I can stop the flashbacks, but I can't erase those memories completely from you… I don't have the right to do so. All I can do is lessen their presence."

"It's better than nothing, I guess," she replied in a little voice.

"But, you have to pretend I have taken every single memories from Dean's time in Hell, away from you," Castiel told her. She frowned.

"Castiel… How can you ask me to lie? I may not know you very much but I know you're not like Zachariah, or Uriel for that matter," she told him softly as his face was frowned in a hard and sad expression.

"I must follow the orders, and so must you," he told her as he looked up at her.

"So I'm supposed to pretend everything's okay, again? I'm supposed to lie?" She asked him before shaking her head, sighing. "Why are you doing this, Castiel?"

"You are not the only one, Heaven is keeping… Motivated," he told her as his blue eyes looked into her brown eyes, and she understood exactly what he meant by that.

When Kate had woken up, she had been excepting everyone to ask her a thousand questions but they never did. She knew that Dean must have told them a few things he saw when he was wandering in her memory lane, and he must have asked them not to ask her anything. Kate had no idea how much Dean had seen, all she could remember was from the moment he put his hands on hers while she was undressing in this terrible room where his old rack was. Soon enough, everyone found something to do. Pamela was with Sam in the kitchen while he prepared some sandwiches while Dean was with Bobby at his desk. Kate had decided to go in Bobby's basement to take out her washed laundry from the washing machine.

"Hey," The gentle low voice of Dean said making her turn around as she pulled out the last item out of the washing machine.

"Hey!"

"So, hum Sam and I are leaving… We got a case to check out," he told her as he stayed at the end of the stairs, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, Sam came to say goodbye a few minutes ago," she nodded her head as she played with a tank top in her hands, nervously.

"Alright, then that's it…" He said nodding his head before his brow furrowed a little bit. "Hum, can I ask you something?" He asked her.

"Sure, shoot."

"When you woke up earlier," he said as he took two steps towards her. "You didn't say anything… Did Castiel… Do you still remem-"

"I don't remember your memories of Hell," she cut him off as she looked at him, trying to look as convincing as possible. She knew that if she looked away he would understand she wasn't telling the truth. "I remember that I had them but I don't have a single clue of what they were…"

"You remember who gave them to you?"

"No," she lied and he nodded. Kate knew he bought her lie completely then. And it hurt her to lie that much to someone who was, obviously, truly concerned about her.

"Alright, that's better like that… It wasn't your burden," he told her and she frowned.

"It's not yours either," she told him. "Dean, you're not the same person than you were in Hell," he narrowed his eyes lightly. "I don't remember anything from your time in Hell, but I know that no matter what you did and what you were in Hell, it's not the same up here. The circumstances, the context… Everything is completely different there. And you should know that too, Dean." He was staring at her with a deep expression, as he tried to grasp at her words and the tenderness in which they were told to him. He gave her a soft little smile as he nodded.

"I'm gonna leave you at your laundry, then," he said before glancing down at her bare feet. He let out a light chuckle as he pointed at her feet. "Didn't you learn from last time that you should wear shoes?" She looked down and shrugged.

"Old habits die hard."

"Yeah," he nodded as he looked at her delicate face. He relished how he could feel that natural softness of hers irradiating from her, just like it used to. Along, there was this calm and soothing feeling he could never get tired of. However, he tried to block those feelings. He was going away with his brother for a few days, maybe more, and she wasn't going with them, so he wasn't going to enjoy any of those beautiful feelings. And, soon she was going to be in a whole other universe, completely and forever away from him. He cleared his throat as he tried to recompose himself. "Well, see ya, then," he turned around and Kate frowned.

"Dean, wait!" Kate exclaimed making him turn around as she put down the cloth in her hands and walked towards him. "I wanted to thank you," she told him softly as she looked up at him. He seemed a good head taller as he was standing on a step of the stairs.

"For what?"

"You know," she replied and he gave her a little nod. She walked on the same step he was standing on and looked at her with a puzzled frown. They were standing just a few inches away now. She stood on her tiptoes as she brought her hands up and wrapped them around his neck, hugging him tightly. He stood there, frozen. "I know we're not in a bed ready to fall asleep or in a bathroom ready to go back to our room and sleep, but I promise that I will pretend this hug never happened if you want me to," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. He sniggered a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Nah, it's okay," he replied in almost a whisper as he snuggled his face against her shoulder, smelling the soft vanilla scent of her as her curly and wavy hair was stroking his face softly. He shouldn't be doing that, he knew that very well. He shouldn't get too attached with someone who was inevitably going to leave him soon. Besides, he didn't deserve any of that. Yet, a few seconds later, he tightened his grip around her waist, as he realized that then again she didn't deserve his memories of Hell either, and still she had had them. Besides, she's stuck in this universe for now, so he could still enjoy as much as he could… Right?

Two days later.

Greybull, Wyoming.

Sam and Dean were in a cemetery, taking care of the case Bobby had given them in Wyoming. Bobby had called them almost as soon as they left his house, to give them a strange case that Kate had found on the newspaper. They had accepted to go check it out right after meeting the hunter who had called them. Bobby had explained to Sam that some town in Wyoming had people not dying while they should and it had been going on for more than a week, apparently. While talking to Bobby on the phone, Sam had heard Kate and Pamela talking on the background and he hadn't realized how much he had missed talking to the young brunette until that very moment. Sure, he had seen her just a couple of days ago but they hadn't have the occasion to share a truly good conversation with everything that happened back then. Besides, ever since what happened with the siren he hadn't called her, trying to work on his relationship with his brother first, while still seeing Ruby behind everyone's back. Sam felt a bit guilty for doing so, but he knew it was for the best reasons. Very soon, he will be strong enough to kill Lilith and prevent the apocalypse, he knew that.

"You sure this is gonna work?" Dean asked him. He was sitting on a gravestone, as he was flipping through their father's journal while Sam was standing at the stone of someone called Cole Griffith. It was a very cold night of mid-December, and Sam had felt his fingers freezing when arranging the cloth with a pentacle drawn on it, over the grave with five candles surrounding it. He put down a bundle of sticks in the center of the pentacle as he glanced at his brother.

"No. But if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out," Sam replied before he started pouring some kind of beverage he had prepared earlier, into a bowl. Dean closed the journal loudly. "What?"

"This job is jacked, that's what!"

"How so?"

"You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, let's light it up, right?" Dean told him before waving his hand at the thing his brother had arranged on the grave. "But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. I don't understand why Bobby and Kate thought it'd be something nasty to stop. I mean those people who are gonna die, they're good people…"

"Look," Sam started as he stood up. "I don't want them to die, either, Dean, but there's a natural order."

"You're kidding, right?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"You don't see the irony in that? I mean, you and me, we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death," Dean told him.

"Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?" Sam said to Dean who only stared at him before answering him.

"We're no different than anybody else."

"I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to hell," Sam reminded him. Dean just looked away, knowing far well how much his brother was right.

"Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. Heck, the only person in our mad world who can just go back to an ordinary, monster-less life, it's Kate! And, it's simply because she's really not from this world. The sooner you accept that we're far from that, the better off you're gonna be," Sam told him.

"Ah, Joe the Plumber was a douche," Dean sighed.

"You gonna help me finish this?" Sam asked him as Dean nodded, standing up from the gravestone.

"Got some news from Kate?" Dean asked Sam who frowned.

"Hum, no. Why?"

"I dunno. Just asking," Dean said as he looked at his brother. "I got some," he added after a short silence.

"Bobby called?" Sam asked.

"No," Dean said shaking his head. "She did." Sam looked at Dean, a bit taken aback. He wasn't expecting Kate to call Dean. "She wanted to give me some quick information on the case and we ended up chatting a bit. She wanted to check on us, and she said hi, by the way."

"Really?" Sam asked him with an obvious, very surprised expression and tone.

"Yeah, really." Dean replied before he frowned his eyebrows. "Is that really impossible for me to chat with her on the phone?"

"Well, it's just so unlike you… I mean the only times you talk with a girl, it's to talk her to your bed. And, even that you don't do it over the phone with someone who's miles away," Sam replied, his brow furrowed. "You're not trying to talk her to your bed, Dean, right?"

"I'm not trying to talk her to my bed," Dean replied rolling his eyes. "Man, I don't even have a bed I can call mine!" Sam shook his head as he put his hand in his pocket looking for something in there. "But, what if I was?" Dean asked in a little voice after a couple of seconds of silence.

"Dean, no-"

"Look, I'm not. I really am not, Sam. I know she's off limits for a thousand reasons," Dean cut his brother's off, his hands up in the air. "But, I-I don't know…"

"Dean, she's off limits because she's Kate. Period." Sam interrupted his brother who rose his head slightly as he frowned a bit, and looked up at the dark sky. "I don't even know how you can think of her that way, after seeing so much hard memories of hers," he sighed as he pulled out a paper he started unfolding.

"I know I didn't use the right words… But I didn't mean just sex, you know…" Dean told his brother in an almost whisper. Sam looked up at Dean, with complete shock. He wasn't sure he had heard his brother well because if he had, this was a huge premiere coming from the older Winchester.

"What-" Sam started.

"Hey!" A man interrupted him. The brothers turned to look towards the voice. A man carrying a flashlight was walking towards them. "What are you doing here?"

"Huh…" Sam stuttered not knowing what to say as he glanced at Dean by his side.

"What the hell is this?" The man asked as he pointed his flashlight to the whole pattern on the grave.

"Okay, this—this—this is not what it looks like," Dean laughed nervously.

"Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship."

"What? No! No, this is not devil worship. This—This is—this—this is, uh—" Dean stuttered even more than his little brother before giving up. "I don't have a good answer."

"We're leaving," Sam said to the man.

"You're not going anywhere," the man replied as Sam frowned. The man walked a few steps forward. "Ever again. Sam." He turned his gaze at Dean before flashing his eyes white.

"Alastair," Dean growled as the man's eyes go back to normal. "I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy."

"Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious," Alastair replied before looking at Sam who was fuming. "Anyway. No time to chat. Got a hot date with death." Alastair flicked his hand and Dean went flying across the graveyard before colliding on a gravestone, passing out.

"Dean!" Sam shouted before Alastair turned to him and flicked his hand too. However, nothing happened this time so Alastair tried a second time making Sam smirk.

"You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut?" Alastair told him. "So does that mean you really are behind the death of that demon who was claiming to know where the most wonderful soul and meatsuit was?" Alastair smirked as Sam clenched his ja tightly. "By the way, you gotta know I'm not gonna give up on her. I will find her and I will enjoy every single moment with her… Just as much as I enjoyed every moment with your big brother in Hell," Alastair said with a devilish smirk before Sam flicked his hand throwing Alastair away. Sam raised his hand and held it up as he started to use the sort of psychic power the demon blood gave him, to exorcise Alastair. The demon didn't let him do as he flew out of the body he was possessing. Sam dropped his hand, surprised that it didn't work as the smoke of the demon vanished in the air.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota. At Bobby Singer's.

"Do I really need this idiot to drive me there?" Pamela said in an almost whine. The Winchester brothers had called her to ask her some psychic help an hour ago, and the woman wasn't very happy with that. She had spent the days after their departure at Bobby's, keeping company to the old man and the young lady. One day after the Winchesters left, Matthew had come back and even though, Pamela and Bobby acted as very annoyed by him, they liked the young man very much. Besides, he had made them have a good laugh more than once. Pamela had felt only good vibrations from the hunter and she knew that he was taking very good care of Kate, which made her a bit trustier about him.

"I can't let Kate go with you after what happened lately," Bobby replied as they were standing near the black SUV.

"Yeah. I know, I get it, Singer," Pamela told him as Matt and Kate walked out of the house.

"We've made some sandwiches for the road," Matt said as he approached Pamela with a little box, Kate right by his side.

"Huh, I suppose by we've made, you mean I have made everything while you just stood there having a beer?" Kate said as she looked up at the man who shrugged.

"If you say so," he said before opening the car's door to put the lunch box in there. Kate shook her head, with a little amused smile. "Come on, Pamela. I drive you there and right after I've gotta meet Rufus."

"Be careful young boy, you're not gonna boss me around on this road trip," she told him as he chuckled before looking at Kate.

"See you later, Kate," he told her as he leaned down to hug her goodbye. "Don't forget to work on your shooting and a bit of stretching too."

"Sure," she groaned as they pulled apart.

"I'm serious," he said as he looked at her. "You may be a great bookworm and good at kicking once in a while, but you're still very lame at shooting."

"And how am I at throwing punches?" She asked as she playfully punched his arm. He pretended to be hurting as he held his arm.

"Please, no more," he pretended to beg making her giggle. He grinned at her before turning his head to the old man shaking his head as he stared at the two of them. "Sir!" Matt said to Bobby, his hand pulled out towards the old man.

"You call me when you're with Rufus," Bobby told him as he shook his hand. Matt nodded before looking at Kate and winking at her as he made his way to the driver's seat. "Pamela, you be careful!"

"Oh come on, Bobby. You should call your boys and tell them this. They are the ones who came up with this crazy idea," she told him as she gave him a little smile.

"Still," he told her as her smile widened. She opened her arms and hugged the old man.

"Don't worry about me, Singer. Worry about this pig-headed young lady," Pamela said as they pulled apart. He chuckled as he took a few steps back and Kate approached Pamela.

"The pig-headed young lady wishes you a nice trip with that charming driver of yours," Kate said jokingly as she wrapped her arms around the psychic.

"Thank you," Pamela replied chuckling as she rubbed Kate's back up and down. "You be careful, honey, alright?" She told her as she pulled apart, her hands still holding Kate's arms.

"Only if you promise to be as well," Kate replied making the psychic's lips turn into a gentle smile.

"You know it's a shame you're not from here, Kate. 'Cause there's so much things I would have loved to do with you aside from magic and psychic thing." Pamela told her making Kate let out a light laugh.

"I don't think I'm leaving yet, so we can still try some when you get back? What about Christmas diner, huh? It's Christmas in a few days, maybe we could celebrate it? You'd have to help me cook, though," Kate suggested as she glanced at Bobby by her side.

"As long as it doesn't step on my work," Bobby grumpily said.

"It's a deal!" Pamela told her as she slapped her hands playfully on Kate's arms before turning around to get in her seat. "See you later, honey."

"See you," Kate replied with a smile.

Greybull, Wyoming.

"I can't begin to tell you how crazy you two are," was the first thing Pamela said as she walked in Sam and Dean's motel room after a three hours trip with a young hunter that she realized wasn't that bad. She felt the counter then the chair as Sam closed the door he had opened.

"Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes," he told her making her turn around and lowering her sunglasses far enough to reveal the white plastic eyes she had.

"Aw, aren't you as sweet as Matt and Kate?" Pamela told him before putting her sunglasses back. "So grumpy, what do you say to deaf people?" Dean looked down as he and his little brother felt a bit uncomfortable. "Which one of you brainiacs came up with astral projection?"

"Yo," Dean said as he raised his hand.

"Of course. Chachi," she said as Dean turned to Sam mouthing 'Chachi' to which Sam only shrugged. "Kate owes me 10 dollars."

"What?" Sam asked confused.

"Kate thought you'd be the one coming up with this crazy idea. She said Dean would more likely want to leave that town like that, while you'll be more ready to hunt whatever is preventing those people from dying," she replied as the brothers looked at each other. "Anyway. Let's be very clear. You want to rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?"

"Mm-hm," Dean confirmed.

"Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" Pamela asked them as she folded her arms.

"Maybe, but that's where the reaper is, so..." Dean started.

"So, it's nuts," she finished.

"Not if you know what you're doing," he said.

"You don't know what you're doing," she said back.

"No, but you do," Dean finally said making her sigh.

"Yeah, I do. And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon, Soc-Greaser crap."

"Look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy, too," Dean told her in reply.

"Nice. More blind jokes?" She asked him bitterly this time.

"You know what I mean." He replied.

"Do you enjoy that much getting your conscious or soul out of your body and wander everywhere else, Dean? I mean, come on a couple of days ago you were already in Kate… Oh wait. That came out wrong. Don't tell her I said this," Pamela said as Sam's eyebrows rose a bit amused, and Dean sighed.

"Look, I got it. But, we're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing," Dean told her before pausing. "We need your help."

Sioux Falls, South Dakota. At Bobby Singer's.

Kate was watching Matt taking a few weapons out of his car as he put them in an empty duffle bag. He had just come back from his little trip down to drop Pamela off with the Winchesters, and seeing Rufus. Kate had seen his car parking outside through the window, and she had walked out to welcome immediately. Bobby had shouted at her to put on some shoes before going out, which she obliged without saying a word.

Here she was standing in only a pair of jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt and her sneakers, holding a flashlight over Matt's hood as he put some weapons in his duffle bag. His collection of weapons was impressive, just as much as Sam and Dean's, and Bobby's. The first time her eyes had settled on the weapons Bobby had in his car, she had been quite shocked and scared too. However, it was the collection in his house that had scared Kate completely. It was a massive collection and Kate was sure he had every possible weapons to kill any creatures. She had also noticed that he had a few weapons and tools that she had never seen nor in real life nor in movies, and truth be told she wasn't very eager in knowing what exactly they were used for. Now, she was kind of used of seeing all those weapons, and knowing that they were using it for saving people made it all very less scary.

"Are you gonna ask more weapons to Santa Claus?" Kate asked him playfully as she stood next to the blue-eyed hunter, rubbing her free hand up and down the arm she held up to light his hood. She was trying to keep herself as warm as possible. He glanced at her with a smirk upon his lips.

"Might do," he replied as he looked at the movement of her free hand. "Why don't you go back inside and put something on? At least the leather jacket Pamela gave you."

"Nah, it's too far away", she replied and he glanced between her and the front door that was only five feet away, and shook his head. "And I wanna stay with you. I missed you while you were away."

"If you think flattering me will get me to give you a nice and easy training later, you're dreaming, baby," he told her as she rolled her eyes at the nickname.

"How are the boys anyway?" She asked him, changing the subject.

"The boys? I only met Rufus for like ten minutes before driving back here," he replied before throwing a glance at her and stopping what he was doing. "Oh you mean the Winchesters," he said as he put down the duffle bag and turned around to face her completely.

"Yeah. I mean you left Pamela with them, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did. But I dropped her off in front of their motel, then I just hit the road again," he replied. "So I haven't seen your boys." He eyed her up and down, almost analysing her, before crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a large smirk. "Which one?"

"What do you mean 'which one'?" She asked him confused as she kept on rubbing her hand up and down, the flashlight lowered a little bit.

"Oh you know what I mean," he replied and her eyebrows shot up in her forehead as she genuinely had no idea. "Come on, Kate! Which one makes you want to dance the horizontal tango? "

"Excuse me?" She breathed out, completely taken aback by his question, her hands falling down at her sides. "No one makes me want to dance the horizontal tango!"

"Oh, then you're more into a horizontal slow dance?" He teased her.

"What? No! You're completely mistaken about my friendship with them... It's only platonic friendship between me and them," she replied and he narrowed his eyes.

"You're sure about that?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed and he huffed as he turned around. He snapped his fingers before pointing down at the flashlight in her hand. She sighed as she brought it up and he put his attention back to filling his duffle bag with his weapons he had said he was supposed to clean. After a short moment of silence in which Kate couldn't help wondering why Matt thought there was between her and Sam and Dean, he spoke in a very thoughtful voice.

"It's better this way... Your uncle Bobby is pretty smart to believe you should know some things of this wild world, but I'm sure he thinks like me when I say it's better not to get more involved with that world, like emotionally involved, or you know, this kind of shit."

"Like having a relationship you mean?" Kate asked him in a little voice as he nodded. "Did you ever get emotionally involved in this way?" He turned his head to her, and his blue eyes met her brown eyes immediately. She knew the answer was yes even though he stayed quiet as he turned his attention back to his weapons. "You never told me how you became a hunter, Matthew," she told him in a softer voice.

"Aah!" He exclaimed as he finished filling his bag, put it over his shoulder and closed the hood. He turned to look at her. "It's a long boring story," he said to her before starting to walk towards Bobby's front door. "Trust me, it's a waste of time to tell it and to listen to it!"

Kate stared at him as he opened the door and got it. Her eyebrows frowned a little bit as she stared at the door in which Matt disappeared. Standing in the cold air of this winter season, outside the house of that old hunter, she remembered what Rufus had told her some time ago. How hunters usually become hunters because something awful happened to them. She couldn't help wondering what had happened to Matt who always acted so goofy, happy and careless...

A few hours later.

"Hmph!" Kate let out as she fell hard on her back, her eyes closed.

"Dead," Matt said as she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her, as he mimicked a hand firing a gun at her.

"It's not fair," she panted as he smirked down at her.

"It's never fair out there, Kate. I thought you figured it out by now," he replied as he walked to the towel hanging on the back of a chair. They had been training some fighting in Bobby's panic room for about an hour now. Matt knew Kate had very good fighting skills, but he still thought she should learn how to avoid some tricky and completely unfair kicks some monsters could do out there.

He walked towards her, grabbing the two bottles of water in the way before sitting down next to her on the rather large gym carpet he had brought here a few weeks ago for their training. He slid one bottle over her as she stayed laying on her back, trying to regain her breath back. His blue eyes glanced down at her as she was dressed in only a tee-shirt and a pair of joggings. The hem of her tee-shirt was up a little bit, which made him notice something above her left hip. He glanced at the face of the closed-eyes woman and then tried to get a better look at her hip.

"You got a tattoo?" He asked her all of sudden. She opened her eyes and held herself on her elbows before glancing down at her tee-shirt. She pulled down the hem of it and sat up, her eyes glaring at him. "What? Is that a secret you keepin' from your uncle?" He teased her.

"No," Kate replied as she bit on her bottom lip, taking the bottle and unscrewing it. He looked at her as she brought the bottle to her lips.

"Is that a tattoo you regret, like Pamela?" He asked her jokkingly and she couldn't help the little chuckle as she put the bottle away.

"No, it's just very personal and has a lot of meanings for me," she replied, looking up at his deep blue eyes. He pursed his lips slightly and gave a little nod as he unscrewed his bottle and started drinking too. "Anyways, when you were with Rufus, was he that hard on you?"

"You kiddin' right?" He scoffed. "I'm very soft on you. Rufus was a fuckin' dictator on me!"

"Still, Bobby said you're Rufus little protégé," Kate told him as she brought her forearm up to wipe the sweat on her forehead away.

"That's such a pejorative way to sum up who I am," he said before throwing his towel at her. She made a little disgusted face as she threw it back at him and stood up. "But if you'd rather, I'm okay with it."

"How did you meet?" Kate asked as she grabbed her towel a few feet away and wiped her whole sweaty face. She looked at him as he stared down at his bottle, a deep expression all over his face. "Matt?"

"You know there's something I still don't understand?" He told her with a suddenly amused tone and she frowned her eyebrows.

"What?" She asked him, puzzled.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. I don't know... You give off this full radiant feeling of a cool and happy girl but you've got this little touch," he said as he brought his hand up and rubbed his pointer finger with his thumb. "A touch of deep sadness."

"That's bullshit," she scoffed avoiding his gaze.

"You wouldn't have reacted that way if it was," he told her as he stood up and walked towards her. She looked up at him, almost defiantly.

"Well, in that case, you're not that much different from me," she told him. He rose his eyebrows as he was standing right in front of her, only a few inches separating them. Bobby's voice shouted their names from upstairs.

"Maybe, but unlike you, I don't deny it," he told her in a calm voice.

"Well, I'm sorry but that's the way I am," she replied shrugging slightly.

"You idjits better not make me come down there!" Bobby's voice shouted loudly.

"Better go see your uncle," Matt told her with a little smile. He turned around and walked before stopping at the doorway. He turned around and looked at her. "You know, Kate, it's okay to act the way you do... I mean, every hunters have their fair share of sadness, they don't wanna show, you know."

"I'm not a hunter," she replied in a soft voice as her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

"Oh you are," he told her as he turned around and started to walk away. "You just don't know it, yet."

The water was hot, relaxing and getting rid of the tension as it streamed down her back. Kate turned around and let it fall on her face, then her hair. Her hand washing back her hair that looked black when wet. It felt good to take such a hot shower after all the training she had done with Matt earlier that evening. But, it was more than that. She wanted to wash away the bad sensation she had been feeling ever since what Matt had told her. She knew she wasn't a hunter, and just being around in this world didn't make her one. Sure, she had helped a few hunters on different cases with research but it didn't make her a hunter at all. And sure, she had gone to a few hunts but it was mainly some consequences of sequenced events, and it definitely didn't make her a hunter. She was just a girl stuck in this world until they figured out how to overcome the two obstacles left. Those two obstacles were obviously still the enigma on how to send her back to the right universe and the enigma of when precisely to do so.

Besides, a few days ago, another problem had been added to the list. Pamela and Bobby had told her that before she got stuck in her own mind, she had said that there was someone standing a bit afar from where her car had stopped before she got aspired in the big black hole. The thing was that she didn't remember seeing anyone at all. Pamela had explained to her that it was because her subconscious saw it and took note of it far behind in her mind while her conscious took it as an unimportant detail back when it happened.

Kate sighed as she rubbed her hands over her face and then slid them over her hair. She decided to stop over-thinking and to enjoy that hot shower before going to sleep. She turned around to let the water pour on her back and shoulders once again, opening her eyes slightly. She let out a little scream when she saw the silhouette of a man behind the curtain.

"What the hell?! Matt, I swear to-"

"This is not Matt," a rough voice interrupted her. She frowned as she recognized it.

"Castiel?"

"Yes."

"Castiel, what the hell are you doing here? I'm having a shower, don't they know what that is in Heaven and what that means when someone's having one?" She groaned.

"We do. But, we don't need them, thus we don't really know what that means when someone has one. Although, I do believe that is routine humans have to wash the dirt away from their bodies," he replied as she frowned and pulled the curtain a little bit to let out just her head.

"What are you doing here, Castiel?" She asked him in an almost monotone, flat tone as she gave him a little glare.

"I had to visit you."

"You mean Zachariah sent you, right?" She asked him.

"Hum, no," he replied as he looked at the mirror fully covered of steam as she closed the tap water. "I chose to visit you."

"You chose? I thought you had orders to follow and couldn't think on your own?" She asked him, surprised.

"I do have orders. But, I had to see you to remind you of your mission," he replied as Kate glanced down at his trench-coat and wondered if he ever changed.

"Which one?"

"Both. To make the Winchesters do what Heaven orders them, and to help stop the breaking of the seals," he told her and she scoffed as she stood behind the curtain, her hands holding on it.

"And you're sure no one sent you here?"

"Yes, I am sure," he replied as his intense blue eyes bared into her brown eyes. "However, I am here because I know that soon, you will face Zachariah if you don't start acting on the breaking seals."

"What the hell does that mean? I'm not a hunter… I'm not even from this universe, Castiel!" She replied, upset and lost as to why she should be the one doing this and not anyone else.

"You have been chosen to know where and when a huge numbers of the seals are going to happen, in order to stop them. Because of that, you are the only one who can help the Winchesters efficiently."

"Yeah," she sighed as she looked down for a second before looking into his eyes. "Castiel, back when you popped into my head or whatever, you said you were motivated by Heaven too… What do they do to you?" She asked him gently. His whole face turned into a hard expression as if he had sensed something. He frowned, looked to a wall before glancing at her and suddenly vanishing into thin air. Kate bit on her lips, looking down, shaking her head as she realized how messed up this whole universe really was.

"You and Sam just saved a seal. We captured Alastair. Dean, this was a victory," Castiel told Dean as he stood in front of him. They were standing in some empty streets after Alastair was taken away by some violent white-blue light.

"Well, no thanks to you," Dean replied bitterly.

"What makes you say that?" Castiel asked, his eyes narrowed at the hunter.

"You were here the whole time?"

"I was with Kate a few minutes ago-"

"What? Is she okay?"

"Well, I suppose. All I am sure of is that she was naked," the angel replied and Dean stared at him.

"What? I'm-I'm not sure I got it right," he stuttered.

"She was having a shower when I came to… See if she was alright," Castiel replied.

"And it took you all this time to see if she was alright?" Dean asked him, his eyebrows frowned.

"No, I was here before I went to visit her," the angel replied and Dean's eyebrows rose.

"Oh then, thanks for your help with the rock salt!"

"That script on the funeral home—we couldn't penetrate it," Castiel explained.

"That was angel-proofing," Dean said as he remembered all the symbols written back there everywhere.

"Why do you think I recruited you and Sam in the first place?" Castiel asked him as he watched Dean's face.

"You recruited us?" Dean asked, his eyebrows raising.

"When Kate found the case on the newspaper, she mentioned it to Bobby who wanted to send someone else on that case… But I convinced him on calling you."

"What do you mean convinced him? What did you do to him?"

"I just whispered into his ear," Castiel simply replied.

"Why so? If you want our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?"

"Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite," the angel answered as he looked up at the hunter with an almost hard stare.

"So, what now, huh? The people in this town, they just gonna start dying again?"

"Yes."

"These are good people. What, you think you can make a few exceptions?"

"To everything there is a season," Castiel just in reply as he stood there, looking away from Dean whose gaze was glued to the trench-coated man.

"You made an exception for me," Dean remarked as Castiel turned to look at him.

"You're different… You and Kate seem to forget that a lot."

"What do you mean me and Kate? What has she to do with any of that?" Dean asked him, his voice still as hard as before but a little bit more curious as well.

"You two believe that what applies to you, is supposed to apply to everybody. You always ask yourself 'why me?' or 'why not the others?'. All you have to understand is that you are different." Castiel said before disappearing, making Dean clench his teeth a little bit when suddenly the pretty reaper appeared next to him.

"Dean," Tessa said as he looked at her. "I could use your help."

Back in Sam and Dean's motel room, the injured Pamela was sitting on the edge of Dean's bed, one hand to the stab wound the demon did to her, leaning on the other as she recounted something to wake up Dean.

"Imum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis," she got up to move to the other bed as Sam quickly went to help her.

"Hey, we just got to talk to Tessa, that's all. Get her to hold off reaping till we get you better," Sam told her gently, trying to reassure himself and the psychic that she was going to make it through.

"I'm pretty sure she's started up again," the psychic replied as blood was pouring over her hand. Sam looked at her with an alarmed expression.

Suddenly, Dean took a deep breath as he sat up. Pamela took a drink as she was breathing harder and harder. The elder Winchester turned his head to have his gaze fall on Pamela's blood.

"What happened?" He asked as worry filled him completely in the lapse of a second.

"Dean, where's Tessa?" Sam asked him.

"She's..." Dean started as he looked at the psychic feeling guilty. Everything was going to turn back to normal in this town. People who were supposed to die, are going to die and life will return to normal. The woman sensed Dean's vibrations of guilt and hopelessness, he didn't need to finish his phrase for her to understand what was going to happen to her. She took off her sunglasses and Sam swallowed.

"Pamela, I'm so sorry," Sam said and she shook her head.

"Stop," she told him.

"You don't deserve this," he insisted as Dean simply stared at her quietly.

"Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer - to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place," she told them before coughing.

"Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place," Dean told Pamela who turned her head towards him.

"Kate said you were a bad liar," she said as she coughed. "Damn how right she was!" Sam looked at his brother, as the same guilt started to fill him more and more every second. "But what the hell, right? Everybody's gotta go sometime… That's what I tried to tell Kate... Oh boy, she's gonna hate me for ruining her Christmas plans… Aah she wanted to make a little diner, I was supposed to help her cook," she coughed as she laughed. "How was I even supposed to do that without seeing?" She coughed harder before she beckoned Sam closer. "Come-come here." Sam leaned close to her, and she whispered in his ear. "I know what you did to that demon, Sam," Sam's eyes widened. "I can feel what's inside of you. If you think you have good intentions, think again." She coughed again louder and leaned back against the headboard. "You boys, you take care of her, okay?" Her breath was heavy and sounded like it hurt her. "You promise me to keep her safe, you hear me?" The two brothers nodded as a trickle of blood came out of her mouth. "She's a good girl… Really…" She let out in a breath. Sam and Dean stared at her and frowned.

"Pamela?" Sam said to the woman who was completely still all of sudden. Her head slid down slowly.

"Pamela!" Dean shouted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath that he exhaled two seconds later. He looked at his brother for a moment. "W hat did she say to you?" Sam only looked away from his brother.

Heat. High flames. Sharp nails anchoring her to the middle of this fire. Screams. A diabolical laugh. Boiling hot water poured over head. Higher flames. A piercing scream.

"Aah!" Kate screamed as she sat up on her bed and opened her eyes. She panted as she tried to catch her breath back, her hands clutching at her chest where she could feel her heart ready to burst out of there.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and there stood Bobby in his usual clothes and Matt in a pair of boxers and a whit tee-shirt. The younger hunter was holding a gun while the older one was holding a long sharp blade. She looked at them, her eyes wide.

"You're okay?" Matt asked her as she nodded.

"Just a nightmare," she mumbled.

"You screamed like if you were attacked by somethin'!" Bobby exclaimed as he lowered his weapon and walked to her. "You sure you alright?"

"I'm fine, Bobby," she replied nodding her head, as he switched on the lamp at her bedside.

"What kind of nightmares can make someone scream like that?" Matt said making Kate glance up at him. Bobby turned to look at Matt.

"Why don't you go downstairs and prepare her some hot chocolate?"

"Sure," Matt nodded as he looked back and forth at them before walking out. Bobby turned his attention back to Kate.

"You wanna talk 'bout it?" He asked her as she looked up at him, and shrugged. He sat down on her bed and turned slightly so he could face her. She was wearing a long-sleeved as it was very cold lately and half of her body was covered by the two thick blankets she had put on her bed. "Does it have something to do with what happened a few days ago?"

"What do you mean?" She asked in a little voice. She was pretty sure that Dean had never told anyone else what he had seen exactly when he was wandering in her mind. From what she had gathered, she knew that all they were aware of was that she somehow had some memories of Dean's time in Hell and the other things was that she had pretty complicated teenage years.

"You know…" The old man said hesitating to say the words out loud.

"Are you talking about Hell's memories?" She asked him and the expression she could see on his face thanks to the lamp's light made it clear that she had guessed right. "No… I don't have any memories of Hell anymore," she told him as he nodded. Of course, it was a lie but she couldn't do otherwise, could she now?

"So, what was that?"

"Hum… A weird mix of nightmares," she lied, shrugging. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her. "Anyways, why aren't you in your pj's?"

"I'm still working," he told her.

"What? What time is it?"

"Four in the morning," he replied.

"You should be sleeping, Bobby," she said as he scoffed.

"I had two great naps earlier, I'm good," he replied. Her lips formed a little, tender smile as she looked at the old man.

"What are you working on?"

"Those coordinates you gave me," he replied and she remembered that after her shower she had written down at least ten coordinates of where some seals were supposed to happen in the upcoming week. "And by the way, your researches were really good 'cause it turned out that those places do have weird things happening. I've already phoned a few hunters to send them there."

"Good," she said nodding her head.

"I'm pretty sure your scream and those coordinates are linked," he told her and she stopped breathing as her eyes got a bit round.

"What-what do you mean?"

"You research too much, Katie! All you do is read about all those nasty things, it had to affect your dreams sooner or later," he told her and she let out a breath. She chuckled nervously as he stood up. "You should stop doing all those kind of things, and just rest. If you want I can even stop yor training with Matt-"

"No, no," she cut him off. "I'm okay and I like it." He nodded, remembering that Pamela told him she wanted to be useful.

"Alright," he said as he put his hand on the top of her wild hair and patted gently. "I'm gonna bring you that hot chocolate and you just go back to sleep, alright kiddo?"

"I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep now," she replied as she pushed the blankets away and stood up. "I could keep you company downstairs until sleep catches me back?"

"Sounds good," he replied with a smile as they walked to the door. He stopped and turned around. "Put something on." He told her pointing at her bare feet. She rolled her eyes, nodding her head as he walked out and she grabbed the pair of slippers he had bought her a few days ago.

Once downstairs, Kate's eyes widened as they travelled all around the living room. Many books were scattered all around the room. Piles of books surrounded Bobby's desk, a couple of maps were covering his whole desk as two books were opened not far from a notebook and two bottles of beer. On the floor, there was a giant world map on which some post-its were pressed on different countries. She looked up at Bobby who was taking a few other books her had left open on the coffee table. Feeling her eyes on him, the old man turned around.

"What?"

"What? Bobby look around you," she said and he did so. He walked to his desk with the few books in his arms and put them on his desk.

"Told you it wouldn't last," he told her as she followed him with her eyes. He put his hands on his desk and looked at her. "Look, I had to check out your coordinates and then I found out they matched with a few things I had read, so I started looking for those things. And guess what? Most of the coordinates you found really are seals." She looked at him and tried to pretend to be a bit surprised.

"Hot chocolate for everybody," Matt exclaimed as he walked in the living room with a plate on which he had put three mugs.

"So, yeah, good job, Katie," Bobby told her as she turned around to take her hot chocolate.

"Where did you sleep if Bobby worked here?" Kate asked Matt as she held the warm cup in her hands, standing at the doorway separating the living room from the hallway.

"In one of the rooms upstairs," he replied as he walked to Bobby.

"What's that?"

"Hot chocolate, sir," Matt replied as Kate noticed he was wearing his pants now. He must have put it on before preparing those drinks.

"Do I look like someone who drinks hot chocolate for ya?" Bobby grumbled at him. Kate couldn't help the little chuckle.

"Everyone loves hot chocolate," she told the old hunter who gave her an almost dirty look. She laughed.

"I put some scotch in it for you, sir," Matt told Bobby who narrowed his eyes as he glanced down at the mugs. He shrugged and took one. Suddenly, one of Bobby's phone rang as Matt put his mug on the table with the plate and looked up at Kate as he sat down on the couch. "Do your uncle ever switch off from all of that?"

"Not that I've seen," she replied as she brought the mug up to her lips and drank a little sip.

"Yeah?" Bobby said as he picked up the phone. "Hey Sam," Kate glanced at the old man before looking back at the young man sitting on the couch, across from her. He brought his wrist up and tapped on his watch as he made a surprised expression, telling her it was a very late hour to make a call. She shrugged. The Winchesters were always like that. They had already called at inappropriate hours and Bobby never seemed to react badly at that. "What?" The old man said as his whole facial expression dropped to one of shock. Kate frowned as she watched him. "Yeah… No, no… I'll call you but yeah… We need to make it here…" Bobby said in a little voice before hanging up.

"What's wrong, Bobby?" Kate asked softly, a bit concerned that something bad might have happened to one of the Winchesters. As it was Sam who called, Kate realized that something must have happened to Dean. "Is Dean alright?"

"Yeah," Bobby let out in a breath as he stayed shocked on his chair, behind his desk. His eyes were glued to the void across from him.

"Then what's wrong?" Kate asked him as Matt stared at the old man.

"Pamela…" He whispered before he turned his head to look at Kate and told her the news.

The grip of Kate's hands around the mug lost its whole strength as shock spread all over herself. The mug slowly dropped on the floor, shattering in pieces as the hot chocolate splashed on her slippers and on one of four corners of the world map on the floor. Her shaky hands went up to her lips as tears quickly formed in her eyes. The blue-eyed hunter stood up from the couch in a swift movement and appeared at her sides in no time. His arms wrapped around the woman who was bending over, her legs ready to give up under the shock. He held her against him as she started to cry.

"Pamela's dead."

Mitchell, South Dakota. Graceland Cemetery.

One day later.

Her brown gaze was lost as she was standing in front of the newly done grave of one of the rarest persons she felt the closest in this universe just as much as in her whole life. In a couple of months, this brown-head psychic, had showed her an affection and genuine gentleness that her own mother had difficulty to show on her best days. She was standing there in silence while the funeral was over, wearing a knee-long black dress and the black high-heels Matt had bought her before she joined the Winchesters on their case at their old high school. She hadn't changed from her pj's ever since Bobby announced the bad and sad news, until Bobby told her there was going to be a funeral at in the Graceland's cemetery where most of the psychic's family was already buried. Bobby had insisted on her putting something appropriate for Pamela's funeral. She couldn't show up in her pj's in front of the psychic's relatives. Thus, she had obliged, but had added on something else. As freezing cold as it was, she didn't want to go to Pamela's funeral without wearing the leather jacket the woman had offered her. She could remember very clearly the day Pamela gave it to her. She had told her it was one of her favourite's jacket but that she wanted Kate to have it, because it would look gorgeous on her. She remembered how the woman had been surprised when Kate had told her she had never ever worn a leather jacket at all, because she had always thought it wouldn't look good on her.

Kate felt a hand caressing her cheek. She looked up to see Matt, looking down at her with a soft expression.

"Just wiping away a tear," he told her as she glanced around and noticed that no one else was left around them. Her eyes stopped when they landed on Dean, standing feet away with Bobby. Dean turned his head and met her gaze. They looked into each other's eyes as she brought her hand up to pull Matt's hand away from her face. He turned around and noticed the man whose eyes were locked with hers. "Is that Sam Winchester?"

"No, that's Dean," she replied, her voice raspy from all the crying she had done in almost twenty-four hours. Matt nodded as he put his hand on her lower back, which made Dean break eye contact as he glanced at the man making Kate walk towards him.

Once they approached them, Dean's eyes fell to Kate's face and he noticed how red her eyes were. She tried to give him a smile but it only turned out as one of the weakest smile he's ever seen her give anyone. She brought her hands up around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as he felt the tip of her cold nose rub his skin there. Dean glanced at the blue-eyed man who was as tall as he was.

"Matt," he said as he shook Sam's hand, Bobby standing near them.

"Oh nice to meet you," Sam replied. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is Dean."

"I wish we could have met on different circumstances," Matt said as Kate pulled away from Dean. He looked down at her as she slid her hands on his shoulders, then his arms.

"I'm sorry," Dean told her as she shook her head.

"It's not your fault," she replied making him notice the raspiness in her voice. She glanced at Sam who gave her a sad smile. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I thought you weren't coming," she told him.

"It wouldn't have been right," Sam replied as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. Bobby's phone rang.

"I gotta take it, I got a few hunters to take away every items linked to the hunting job from her palce before her niece gets there," the old man in the grey suit told them as he walked away. Kate pulled apart from Sam.

"What happened exactly there?" Matt asked as Kate took a few steps back and stared at the Winchesters.

"The job happened," Dean replied dryly. Matt turned his blue eyes towards Dean, and swallowed as he nodded.

"Yeah, I got it, but… Pamela's not the kind to get more involved than doing her psychic thing," Matt said as Kate glanced at him.

"She got attacked by a demon," Sam explained.

"And where were you guys?" Matt asked as he looked back and forth at them. Dean glared at the hunter.

"We were busy tryin' to save the world," he told him bitterly. Kate looked up at Dean and realized that he wasn't in the mood to answer any of Matt's questions.

"Matt, stop," she said as she put her hands on his forearms and looked up at him. "Pamela just passed away, I don't think any of us need to know why or how." He looked down, met her pleading eyes and he nodded.

"Sorry guys, I'm just over the edge with that," he told them as he slid his hand on Kate's back as she turned around to look at the Winchesters. She looked at them softly as Matt's arm was around Kate and his hand was rubbing up and down her arm. The gesture didn't get unnoticed by Dean's eyes at all.

"It's okay, I guess, we're all on the edge," Sam replied nodding his head. "So, you're the guy who's training Kate, right?"

"Yeah, I am," he replied. "She's pretty good, but still got a lot to learn."

"Are you guys coming to Bobby's with us?" Kate asked the brothers all of sudden and Sam looked at her and made a little wincing expression.

"Sorry, can't do. We got a lead to Cheyenne," he replied when Matt's phone rang.

"Sorry," he said as he pulled his hand away from Kate and took his phone out of his pocket. "Gotta get that." He walked away, Kate looking at him before turning her head towards the two brothers.

"So, you're pretty cozy with little Matt-y here, huh," Dean said, his voice sarcastic and accusing.

"What?" She asked in sync with Sam as they looked at Dean with confusion.

"Nothing," Dean sighed as he shook his head while Kate brought her hands up to her arms, rubbing them up and down to keep herself as warm as possible. "Anyway, we better hit the road, now."

"Already?" Kate asked as she looked at the younger Winchester.

"We got a lead on Lilith. We better not lose anytime," he explained and she nodded slowly. Her wild curls bouncing slightly at the movement.

"We'll come back as soon as we're done," Sam told her as he leaned down to hug her goodbye.

"You take care of you, boys," she said as she hugged him and he pulled apart with a little smile.

"Take care of yourself, too, Katie," Sam said as he looked at his brother who was shrugging his jacket off.

"You're gonna catch a cold if you stay like this," he told her as he pulled his arms out of the sleeves. She watched him, pretty taken aback. He made one step towards her and put his jacket over her shoulders.

"What about you?" She asked in a little voice.

"I got another one in the car," he replied as he started doing the pockets of his jacket. She glanced at Sam over Dean's shoulder. The younger Winchester gave her a corner smile as Dean pulled out a few things from his pockets. He handed some to Sam. "But, I need those things, though," he told her as he finished pulling out a few papers, little bags that looked like hexbags among other things. He handed them all to Sam who sighed as he pulled them in his pockets. Dean looked at Kate and noticed Matt walking towards them. Dean clenched his teeth a little bit before his green eyes looked down at the brunette' soft face. He couldn't help the little smiel that grew on his lips as he scanned her face. He brought his hands under his jacket, on her shoulders and pulled her hair out.

"You guys are leaving?"Matt said as Dean ignored him while Sam gave him an affirmative answer. Dean helped Kate slide her hands through the long sleeves of his sort of military jacket.

"You be careful," Dean told her in a soft voice as he finished.

"You too," she whispered to him as he leaned down and hugged her. His eyes sending a dirty look at Matt before he pulled away from her.

As he walked towards his car, with his little brother, Dean struggled with himself not to turn around.

"What was that about?" Sam asked all of sudden as he looked at his brother who obviously was already freezing cold without his jacket.

"What?"

"You getting all chivalrous with Kate," Sam replied as his brother kept his gaze focused on his Baby a few feet away. It was the only way to keep himself from giving in and turning around to look at her with that hunter. He frowned at the thought. "It's just so uncharacteristic from you."

"I was only doing what Pamela asked us," he replied as he made bigger footsteps, leaving his brother to catch up with him.

A few hours later, Sam was the one driving his brother and himself down the road to Cheyenne. Dean had tried sleeping but he had woken up after not even fifteen minutes. He was tired, and guilt was eating him from inside at the thought of Pamela's death.

"Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. Like I told you she's been tracking some leads. I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith-" Sam started to tell his brother when the music on the radio stopped and silence grew in the car.

"Hey, man, work with Ruby, don't. I don't really give a rat's ass," Dean grumbled making Sam frown.

"What's your problem?"

"Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam," Dean replied.

"She knew what was at stake," Sam told him, trying to make him understand that they shouldn't blame themselves more.

"Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it," Dean said sarcastically. "Heck, even Kate who's not from here is doing a better job than us lately! You heard Bobby, she found at least twelve fuckin' seals on her own. She could save the world on her own, and get back to her universe for tea in less than a week, while all we do is get people killed!"

"Dean-"

"I'm tired of burying friends, Sam," Dean admitted, his voice showing the exhaustion of it all.

"Look, we catch a fresh trail-"

"And we follow it, I know," Dean cut his brother off, nodding his head slowly. "Like I said, I'm just - I'm just getting tired."

"Well, get angry."

Sioux Falls, South Dakota. At Bobby Singer's.

Kate was sitting on the couch, her eyes glued at the medium box on the coffee table. In a pair of black jeans and a zip-hoodie over her white tee-shirt, she was playing unconsciously with the shoelace of her high heels. She hadn't moved since Bobby brought it here a few minutes ago and put it down in front of her. He had told her that this box had been found in Pamela's library and that no one had opened it yet since it was addressed to her. Pamela's handwriting was on the side of the box and Kate couldn't help wondering how the woman had gathered a whole box for her and written something on the side of it in a very readable handwriting while being blind.

For Kate Anderson (B. Singer)

Written in a black felt-tip marker, Kate was sure that Pamela would have given her some sarcastic answer as to how she wrote this well on the box. Kate let out a light chuckle at the thought of it. She looked up at Bobby who was leaning on his desk, watching her in silence.

"You better open it before the other idjit gets out of his shower," Bobby told her gently, talking about Matt. She licked her lips before pressing them together. She brought her hair behind her ears and leaned closer to the box. She unfolded the top of the box and looked inside. There were books and a few tapes along with two little boxes and a bag. She glanced at Bobby and pulled out a book. She read the title. Diversis mundis. She handed it to Bobby and pulled out the other books. Purgatorium,Paradisus,Infere.

"Purgatory, Paradise and Hell?" Bobby translated the book's hands. She nodded as she handed it to him and looked at the tapes. Dates were written on each of them. "What's that?"

"Pamela used to keep track of whatever she was working on," he replied. "When she got blind, she started recording herself."

"So, you think those records are about me?" She asked, Bobby shrugged.

"Could be."

Dean walked in the motel room, they had just checked in for the night, followed by his younger brother.

"Ah, home crappy home," he sighed as Sam flipped on the lights.

"Winchester and Winchester," the tall and robust black angel said. Uriel and Castiel were standing in the room, waiting for the brothers to get in here.

"Oh come on," Dean exclaimed.

"You are needed," Uriel said.

"Needed? We just got back from needed," Dean replied.

"Now, you mind your tone with me," Uriel told him as he stared at him with a stern look.

"No, you mind your damn tone with us," Dean shot back at him, anger boiling inside of him to see angels standing here after what had just happened to Pamela because of them.

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral," Sam told them as his eyes flickered from Uriel to the quiet Castiel.

"Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cass, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five fucking minutes!" Dean shouted as he felt like he couldn't bury his anger deep down anymore. Castiel didn't say anything, though. He remained silent as Uriel spoke.

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes," Uriel told Dean.

"Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?" Dean asked as he glared at the angel.

"Start with gratitude," Uriel answered.

"Oh."

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand," Castiel said, his tone almost compassionate and gentle.

"And we," Uriel said as he gave Castiel a very significant look. "Don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight."

"Demons? How they doing it?" Dean replied, as confusion wrote on his face and his brother's face.

"We don't know," Uriel replied.

"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" Sam asked, realizing that none of this was making true sense.

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much," Uriel told him dryly.

"Once we find whoever it is," Castiel added.

"So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asked, his eyebrows frowned as he looked at the angel in a trench-coat.

"Not quite," Castiel told him before his eyes looked away. "We have Alastair."

"Great. He should be able to name your trigger man," Dean just said.

"But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse," Castiel explained.

"Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league," Dean replied, keeping his tone careless and bitterly sarcastic and mocking.

"That's why we've come to his student. You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got," Uriel said to Dean as he fixed at the hunter who looked down. Sam glanced at Dean, his brow frowned as he started to understand what was happening here.

"Dean, you are our best hope," Castiel told him.

"No. No way," Dean answered shaking his head.

"Dean, I'm sorry but-" Castiel started when Uriel cut him off.

"I have already told you, Dean. You can be replaced for this job."

"Then, replace me!" Dean shouted.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota. At Bobby Singer's.

"Wait, when I think 'bout it, it reminds me that she recorded something a few nights ago. You know, when you got stuck in your mind and Dean got in there," Bobby said to Kate who nodded at him as she started digging in the box.

"The dates don't match, Bobby," she told him looking up at him. "There are from after the Cleaner incident to before last week…"

"Weird… I'm pretty sure she did one a few nights ago," Bobby replied frowning his eyebrows thoughtfully.

"Wait, she didn't go back home after then," Kate told him as she watched him.

"So, she left it here," Bobby said as she nodded before standing up and circling the coffee table.

"I'm gonna see if she left it upstairs-" Kate started when she suddenly fell to the floor.

"Kate!" Bobby exclaimed as he ran to her sides. She held her stomach hard as she screamed in pain. The old man had no idea what was happening to her. "Kate, what's wrong?! Tell me!" She cried painfully as Bobby's hands were clutching her arms trying to understand what was happening to her.

"Make it stop! Oh my God, please, make it stop!" She screamed as she arched on the floor. Bobby holding her in panic, not knowing what to do.

"Dean-" Castiel said as his whole face seemed to focus on something afar, with a great concern.

"I don't care anymore!" Dean shouted. "You can't come here after what just happened and except me to execute all you and the old man upstairs want me to do!"

"Dean, you don't under-" Castiel started.

"No, Castiel," Uriel cut him off with a smirk on his face. "He's not motivated to work, so maybe someone else could do the job."

"You'll never find anyone ready to do something like that," Sam interjected.

"Oh you think, boy?" Uriel said, a large smirk on his face. "One of my bosses upstairs has a profound love and respect for something called motivation."

"Uriel," Castiel said as some kind of pain expression appeared on his face. "This needs to stop, she can't bear more-"

"I'm not in charge here, Castiel. If he accepts to follow our orders, it will stop on its own you know that," Uriel replied.

"What are you talkin' about?" Dean almost growled at them.

"You remember that pretty friend of yours? She's screaming in pain right now," Uriel replied to him.

"Kate?" Sam said and Uriel glanced at him with a smirk.

"You're lying," Dean said as he glared at Uriel.

"Am I? Maybe if you could see her," Uriel said before disappearing into thin air. Dean frowned as he turned his head towards Castiel.

"What's happening, Cass? Tell me what's happening?"

"What's going on?!" Matt shouted as he slid on the floor next to Bobby who was trying to hold Kate from hurting herself as she kicked her legs everywhere, screaming and crying. He was wearing only a pair of pants, not having time to put anything else on as he heard Kate's piecing scream echo in the whole house.

"I don't know! She just fell on the floor and started screaming! We need to call Dean!"

"Why Dean?" Matt asked as he tried to hold down Kate's legs.

"She screamed about Alastair, again!" Bobby replied as Matt frowned, confused. "Give me my phone!" The old man shouted at him.

"You won't need it," a voice said making the two men look up to see a tall black man in a suit standing there, with a little smirk. He flipped his two hands, and Matt and Bobby slid towards opposite walls. Uriel looked down at the woman aching on the floor as she screamed. He frowned. "How is that she looks different?" He said before noticing the precious rock anchored in a bracelet around her wrist. "Huh, interesting." He looked at the two men trying to free from the invisible force holding them against the walls, and snapped his fingers as Kate and himself disappeared.

"Cass, you gotta tell us," Sam told the angel who looked torn apart.

"This is happening because you are not following the orders," Castiel said, his gaze locked away.

"But, Cass, you can't ask me to torture again… You know, I can't," Dean told him, his tone matching his eyes. Desperately pleading.

"This isn't asking," Uriel said as he appeared in the room and a crying and screaming Kate on the bed too. "But, since you seem to be very stubborn."

"What did you do to her?!" Sam shouted.

"Your brother said to find someone else," Uriel shrugged. Dean stared at Kate and swallowed hard as he closed his eyes.

"Alright," Dean let out. "Stop whatever you're doing to her."

"I'm not doing anything to her," Uriel replied as he glanced at Kate. "This will stop when I'll have you saying yes." Dean glared at him as the sounds of Kate's cried were burning his ears.

"Yes," he replied between clenched teeth. The angel smirked.

Suddenly, everybody in the room except Sam.

"Damn it!" Sam shouted looking around himself.

"Where's Kate?" Dean asked immediately as he appeared in a vast empty room of what seemed to look like a building.

"She's resting over there," Uriel replied as he glanced behind Dean's shoulder. Dean turned around to find Kate asleep on the floor a few feet away from him. He walked quickly over there and knelt down when he reached her. "Kaitlin? Hey, Kaitlin, you hear me?" He asked her as he gently stroked her face.

"Mmh," she mumbled as she moved slightly and opened her eyes. "Dean?"

"Hey, you're okay?" He asked her, his hands on her arms, as she frowned and looked around her.

"Where are we? I was with Bobby when…" She frowned even more as she couldn't remember anything after that. "What happened?" Dean was relieved that she had no memories of what she had just endured.

"Nothing," he said shaking his head as she sat up. "You're feeling okay?"

"Yeah," she replied as her eyes traveled behind him. Her face went a bit hard when her eyes fell on Uriel and Castiel. "What's going on?" He turned his head to look at what she had just seen and sighed as he turned his head back towards her.

"Nothing you need to attend," he told her in a little voice as she looked into his eyes.

"You're okay?" She asked him, seeing the glimpse of a terror in his green eyes.

"I'll be once you're out of here. Come on," he said standing up and helping her stand up too. She looked down at his hands as they let off her forearms and quickly grabbed them in her own hands. He looked at her face, frowning a bit.

"Dean, you're trembling," she looked back and forth at his face and his hands. He swallowed and pulled his hands away.

"We need to get you out of here, now," Dean said as he turned around and stopped when he noticed Uriel just a couple of feet away from them.

"No, she stays here," the angel told him.

"Why? You don't need her. I told you I'm gonna do it," Dean replied almost furious.

"Yes, you did. But you seem to act like a spoiled kid who changes his mind every once in a while. So, I'm sure keeping her around will stop you from switching on and off your motivation," Uriel said as Kate gulped at the word that developed a bitter taste whenever she heard it. The angel glanced at her. "After all, we're all motivated for something here, aren't we?" Uriel smirked.

"You're the motivated one here," Dean told the angel with glare. "And I don't know what you've done to her but I fuckin' swear I will-"

"I didn't do anything to her," Uriel cut him off. "I wouldn't do anything to a human from another dimension. I would be killed by God Himself if I dared to touch one hair of hers."

"Oh yeah? Then what happened two minutes ago?" Dean asked bitterly as Kate frowned not knowing what he was talking about.

"That was not my work," Uriel replied. "But, seeing as something made her feel this way, I just wanted to remind you that she would feel a thousand times worse if you want us to do that replacement." Dean clenched his jaw hard, as he glared at the angel.

"What do you want from Dean?" Kate asked in a little voice as the angel looked at her.

"We need to find out what is killing the angels, lately," Uriel replied as Kate scoffed.

"And? Everybody's dying these days," Kate said to him which surprised the angel who wasn't expecting any kind of come back from her.

"You don't seem to understand-"

"Oh yeah, I do. You're all-powerful. So you think you can make everyone do whatever you want," Kate told him. "What rank of angels are you on to act this all-powerful angel on some and not on me? It mustn't be a very high one, right?" Uriel let out a forced chuckle as he turned his face to see Castiel approaching them.

"This is too much to ask, I know. But we have to ask it," Castiel said as Kate looked at him, wondering what exactly they were asking Dean to do. She watched as Dean stared at Castiel for a moment, then turned back to Uriel.

"I want to talk to Cass alone," Dean announced.

"I think I'll go seek revelation. We might have some further orders," Uriel said.

"Well, get some donuts while you're out," Dean sarcastically told him making the angel cracked out a weird laugh that made Kate feel rather uneasy.

"Ah, this one just won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy," Uriel said before he glanced at Kate. "Milady," he told her before vanishing.

Kate bit on her bottom lip as she glanced at Dean, and started to take a few steps away. He grabbed her wrist swiftly and looked at her questioning.

"I thought you said you wanted to talk to Castiel on your own?" She told him in a little voice and he shook his head.

"Without Uriel, yeah," he told her and she nodded as she stood there. He looked down at her wrist and let go of her as he turned to look at Castiel whose eyes were glued to him. "By the way, you guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby with all that teleportation." Castiel didn't react at all. "You know, I'm starting to think junkless has a better sense of humor than you do."

"Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone," Castiel told him and Kate looked at the angel almost hypnotized by the way he was always answering genuinely, without ever noting the sarcasm in whatever was told to him. Dean sighed as he walked up to Castiel, and Kate crossed her arms over her chest and looked around herself.

"What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?" Dean asked the angel as Kate's eyes landed on a door a few feet away. She frowned as she noticed some light leaking from the little space between the door and the floor.

"My superiors have begun to question my sympathies," Castiel replied.

"Your sympathies?" Dean asked, confused.

"I was getting too close to the humans in my charge," the angel replied making Kate turn her attention back at him. "You." He said his gaze never looking away from Dean.

"Is that bad?" Kate asked making the angel look at her as Dean looked away for a moment.

"They feel I've begun to express emotions," he replied to her before he looked at Dean. "The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment."

"Well, tell Uriel, or whoever...you do not want me doing this, trust me," Dean declared and Kate frowned her eyebrows.

"Want it, no. But I have been told we need it," the dark-haired angel replied.

"You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out," Dean said as Kate glanced at the door.

"For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this," Castiel told Dean, his voice completely sincere.

"What's in there?" She asked in almost a whisper.

"At least, take Kaitlin away," Dean said to Castiel.

"I cannot do that," the angel replied as Dean took a couple of steps away, his back facing them.

"I don't understand, what's in there?" She asked again as Dean closed his eyes.

Author's note :

First of all I wanna apologize for all the freaking mistakes I've done in this chapter! With all those finals, I had no time at all to check that chapter correctly and I'm truly sorry for that! Second of all, I hope you enjoyed this very long chapter! To be honnest with you, it was supposed to be even longer but seeing as it has like 23,071 words I decided to cut it here! You'll have the rest this saturday/sunday upmost :)!

And now I wanna thank all the dear readers who favorited and followed this story! You guys are awesome, thank you very much! And above all else, thank you so damn much to all those readers who left me a review on the last chapter! I don't know if you have the slightest idea of how happy it made me! :D

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