You Better Run : Volume I

by Crazywriter226

Kate has never asked for anything in her life, and she surely has never asked to be thrown into a world where things really went bump in the night. She'll have to trust the grumpy Bobby Singer, the troubled Sam Winchester and the annoying Dean Winchester to help her find her way back home, but also to survive in this new world(OC from an AU where the show doesn't exist)Slow Dean/OC

18. Chapter 18

An hour later.

After Dean had tried to find another way to leave town, Sam had finally convinced him to just stop for lunch. That's how they ended up in a diner around a little table, Dean sitting across of his brother, while Kate was sitting on the seat positioning her on Dean's left side and Sam's right side at the same time. However, she was leaned closer to Sam as they were both looking over the same menu card. She tried to convince the younger brother to order something other than his usual salad, but all he said in return was that she should try the salads before judging them.

"I'm not judging the salads, I'm just saying that when you got the possibility to eat a good cheeseburger, you should just go for it," she told him and he shook his head. "But, I'll totally be willing to eat a salad if you eat a burger."

"I'm gonna stick with my salad for tonight," he told her. "The salmon one looks good."

"You're so not funny," she said to him making him smile so fully that his dimples showed off completely on his cheeks. Kate looked over at Dean reading the manuscript. "You're sure there's nothing I should worry about in those pages?" She whispered to Sam.

"You're fully dressed in those pages, I promise," he told her before looking down at the menu again.

"Hey, this could be a good thing," Dean said looking up at them. "I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path."

"How do you mean?" Sam asked as Kate pulled her seat back in a normal position, shifting a bit away from Sam as she finished reading the menu.

"It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say that we go left-" Dean started.

"Then we go right," she finished making him look at her.

"Exactly. We go off-book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It says that Sam and I, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting. No research for either of you…"

"No bacon cheeseburger for either of you," Sam said, Kate and Dean's heads snapped up at him. Dean looked slightly more put out than her.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else," Dean replied and Kate looked at him before looking at Sam.

"Does what I do or don't do, really count? I mean, I'm not even a protagonist-" Kate started before Sam cut her off.

"It counts, Katie."

She groaned as the waitress approached them and smiled at the three of them, "Hi!"

"Hi, uh, what's good?" Dean asked as Sam handed Kate the menu so she could find something else to take instead of her cheeseburger.

"Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country," the waitress replied making Kate and Dean look up at her while Sam laughed. Kate's expression made Sam laugh even more as she looked profoundly devastated with what was happening

"Really?" Dean asked.

"I'll just have the salmon – um, no the cobb salad, please," Sam said as his hazel eyes went from Kate's face to his brother's.

"I'll have the... veggie tofu burger. Thanks," Dean said handing his menu to the waitress.

"What about you, hun?" She asked Kate who looked up, sighing.

"Cobb salad," she grumbled as she handed the menu to the waitress who left with a smile. Kate grabbed her glass of soda and took a long sip.

"This whole thing's ridiculous," Sam said as Kate put down her glass and reached out for the pages.

"Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asked his brother as he let Kate take the manuscript laying in front of him.

"The idea of me hooking up with her is," Sam replied as Kate's eyes scanned through the lines.

"Right. 'Cause something like that can never happen," Dean chimed in. This made Kate react as she kept her head low and kicked his shin under the table. "Ow! Why did you do that?" He looked at her as he reached under the table to rub his shin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know your legs were here and I had no idea it would hurt you," she told him with a pointed look, hoping he'll get it that she didn't want him to say anything that would hurt Sam, which would inevitably unleash a fight between them. Dean frowned his eyebrows as she refocused her eyes on the pages in front of her.

"Dean, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close," Sam told his brother ignoring what had just happened as he tried to control himself and stay calm in spite of Dean's cutting remark.

"So?" Dean asked as Kate kept on reading, while still listening to them.

"So... we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she is – this is an opportunity," Sam replied.

"Are you-" Dean started with anger.

"Hey, no fighting," Kate said looking up at Dean who took a deep breath as he glanced at her before looking at Sam again. Kate slightly startled in surprise when she felt a large hand land right above her knee and lightly squeezing the spot. "What-" She started to ask, her eyes fixing at Dean who was staring at his brother.

"It frustrates me when you say such reckless things," Dean told his brother. Kate's eyes raked over the elder hunter's face and then to his strong arms covered from shoulders to elbows by his shirt, before turning her head to Sam.

"Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide than fight," Sam replied and it was obvious for the brunette that Sam couldn't imagine that his brother wasn't rubbing his shin anymore but was squeezing her leg for some reason that left her speechless.

"Two cobb salads for you. And the tofu veggie burger for you," the waitress said as she settled one plate in front of Sam. Dean's grip suddenly vanished as he straightened on his seat and his hands came around his plate. The waitress coughed lightly and Kate realized that it was a cue for her to put the pages away in order to let the waitress put down her plate.

"Sorry," she said, still a bit puzzled by Dean's action under the table. It wasn't inappropriate, but it was still pretty weird.

"Thank you," Dean told the waitress as she left. Kate tried her best not to look at him as she looked down at the paper in her hands.

Dean leaned towards them, and Kate couldn't help but lick her lips and bit her bottom lip as she suddenly felt flustered. She had to focus on reading. "It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight," he said and Kate's eyes got big as she read a line saying that she had changed her mind at the last minute and had ordered a salad to surprise Sam.

"God, no I can't have a salad!" Kate exclaimed a bit too loudly.

"What? Why?" Sam asked.

"Here," she said as she handed him the pages, pointing the lines. He read them quickly and chuckled, shaking his head right when Dean took a huge bite of his burger.

"Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!" Dean stated, his mouth full as his eyes were wide in surprise.

"I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake," the waitress said as she approached them a bit nervous. She leaned down and took the plate when Kate stopped her.

"It's alright, we'll just trade," she said as the waitress looked at Dean who didn't say a thing as the waitress nodded and took the cobb salad in front of Kate to settle it down in front of Dean as she settled down the cheeseburger in front of Kate.

Kate took the cheeseburger in her hands and took a large bite, moaning in pleasure. Dean looked at her and then at Sam.

"That-that doesn't count, right?" Dean asked his brother who looked down at the pages in his hands.

"Eventually, Kate ordered a cheeseburger as the waitress told her the little story behind this famous cheeseburger," Sam read making Kate stop chewing as he scowled, returning his gaze onto his brother's.

"Oh crap," Kate said, her mouth full.

---

After what happened at lunch, Dean decided to be even more careful as he drove up to a very sleazy-looking motel. Sam and Kate frowned when they saw the sign of the motel with its prices but Dean just pulled into the parking lot.

"Dude, this place charges by the hour," Sam told his brother.

"Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel. Hence, the uh, hooker inn. It's opposite day, remember?" Dean replied.

"Which has been going on so well so far," Kate said under her breath.

"Hey, I heard you," Dean said holding one finger up in the air as he turned his head slightly to look at the young woman who just sighed looking away. "A little bit more of optimism from you two would be great," he said before opening his door, throwing a glance at his brother. "I'll be right back."

Kate watched as Dean walked out of the car towards what seemed to be the reception hall, without doubt in order to check in.

"This is all stupid," Sam sighed from the front seat pulling her attention towards him.

"Exhausting yeah, but not stupid," she replied and he turned his upper body to look at her, his eyebrows raised up making a few wrinkles appear on his forehead, while her gaze was glued to the outside. "Your brother cares about you otherwise he wouldn't bother doing any of this."

"You mean blowing the only real chance we got to actually kill Lilith?" He asked her in a sarcastic tone. She shifted her brown gaze towards his hazel one.

"You think you could take her if you met her right now? You think you could kill her the same way you killed Alastair?"

He swallowed as he looked away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I know we haven't really talked about what happened back then-"

"Hey, Sam, what happened back then has, like you said, happened back then. It's past and I wasn't mentioning this so you could explain to me exactly how your psychic power of having premonitions changed into some Star Wars'force," she told him making him look at her with a funny look. "All I wanna say is that Dean is right to prevent what's supposed to happen tonight, because I really don't think you'll be able to take on Lilith like you took on Alastair."

"What makes you say that?"

"Lilith and Alastair are two different kind of demons. From what I read, Lilith is way stronger than you may think."

"No, I know," he replied nodding his head. "I know she's really strong but... so am I."

A short silence fell upon them as Sam turned around and leaned his back on his chair. Not a lot was exchanged, but enough was said to make them both very thoughtful now. Suddenly, Kate broke the silence with her soft and little voice.

"If I asked you how you got this ability to kill demons... Would you tell me?"

Sam didn't reply as Kate just looked out through the window waiting for him to say something. When she saw Dean making his way back to them a few seconds later, she realized Sam was not going to answer her question any time soon. Thus, she was surprised when his voice reached her ears one second after this last thought of hers.

"This is one of the things I don't want to tell you, because... because I want you to remember me as a good and clean person when you get back home."

Kate frowned as she softly turned her head towards him and stared at his profile. He looked so serious, so pensive and so torn. She knew that drinking demon blood was demanding much more sacrifices from him than what he wanted to let his entourage know. She wanted to tell him that Ruby had told her, but in the same time she felt as if she couldn't admit to any of them that she had met the demon a couple of times to learn a few protection tricks. Nevertheless, she wanted to let him know that she knew and that she wasn't judging him because she understood him and admired his need to sacrifice so much to save the world.

I want you to remember me as a good and clean person when you get back home…

A good and clean person when you get back home...

She knew those words would get stuck in her mind for a long time, and whenever she'd think about him, her heart would ache for him because she knew what they meant. For some reason, they meant he didn't think of himself as a good person, and he felt not clean, and this just showed her even more how truly complex he was.

---

Kate was standing quietly by the door as Dean dropped a bag on the bed of the motel room he had just checked in. He started pulling out a few small string-tied bags and placed them around the room. Kate followed him with her eyes.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked Dean.

"Couple of hex bags ought to Lilith-proof the room," Dean simply replied as Kate slipped one hand in her leather jacket and pulled a hex bag out discreetly. She looked up at the brothers, making sure they weren't looking at them before she let it drop behind an item on the table nearby a window and the door. It was one of the most powerful hex bag Ruby had taught her to make, and she believed that at this moment Sam needed it more than she did.

"So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?" Sam asked as she put both of her thumbs in her dark blue jeans pockets, her fingers tapping on her denim clad lap, trying to act normal.

"That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay?" Dean told him and Sam turned his eyes towards Kate.

"And you're gonna let him do?"

She gave him a helpless expression, her eyebrows shot up on her forehead. "You really think I could stop him if I wanted?"

"Right," Dean said pointing at her as he looked at her before returning his gaze at Sam. "And no research. I don't care what you do – use the Magic Fingers or watch Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View," he told him making Kate roll her eyes as he walked towards the table nearby Kate. She looked at him as he reached into Sam's bag, and she bit her bottom lip hoping he won't notice the different hex bag hidden just a few inches away. He pulled out his laptop, smiling up at his little brother as he replaced the bag on the table and Kate let her bottom lip free, subtly sighing out of relief as he hadn't noticed her hex bag.

"Oh, dude, come on," Sam said.

"It's just to make sure, you won't do any research, Sam," she told the younger Winchester who looked desperate with the thought of his laptop away from him.

"Yeah, just call it a little insurance," Dean said as he looked at her before nodding at the front door, motioning her to go. She turned towards it, took one step and put her hand around the handle.

"What are you guys gonna do?" Sam asked.

"Well, the pages say that we spend all day riding around in the Impala. So I'm gonna go park her," Dean replied and Kate just shrugged when Sam looked at her. "Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn," he smiled pleased with himself as she opened the door and let him walk out. Kate looked at Sam who was obviously fuming at his brother.

"Be safe," she told him with a soft smile and he gave her a little nod before she walked out and pulled the door closed behind her.

---

Dean was driving away from the motel for twenty minutes now, the radio was switched on, but there was still an awkward silence. Dean hesitated on turning the sound of the radio louder to fill that awkward silence. He turned his face to ask Kate if it would bother her and that was when he caught her again. He had caught her watching him for the eleventh time now. She was sitting on the front seat at Sam's usual place, one arm laid along the open window of her door as the other played almost nervously with the scarf she had taken off and put on her lap. He knew something was itching in her, but whenever he turned his head towards her in order to ask her, she would just turn her brown head so quickly to her right that he would just give up.

After a few other minutes, he decided to park the car in a calm street full of houses and turned on his seat so he could face her. She slowly turned her head towards him, a bit confused.

"Alright, what is it?" He asked her, his voice holding a slight annoyance.

"What is what?"

"You've been looking at me the whole time," he told her and he continued before she denied it. "Don't deny it. Look, I'm pretty sure it ain't about me almost reading your shower scene or whatever. So what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she replied in a little voice as her brown eyes looked down and fell down on his calloused fingers which reminded her of what was itching her so much. "Just..."

"Just?" He urged her to continue.

"What was that back in the diner? I mean you gripped my leg all of sudden..." she trailed off and he looked away, chuckling nervously as he shifted in his seat so that his body and his head could face what was ahead of his dear Impala.

Weirdly, he wasn't excepting her talking about that at all. He thought she would be talking about leaving Sam on his own in a motel room, but apparently this wasn't bothering her as much as he thought it would. And, he didn't even know why he was so sure that she wouldn't mention what happened in the diner at all. Maybe the fact that she never mentioned anything that happened between the two of them, made him believe that she would never do this even when it was something as awkward and weird as him grabbing her leg under a table.

"That's... That's stupid," he said in almost a whisper, his face getting a bit flustered. "I thought... Never mind."

"No, Dean. What did you think?" She asked him and he licked his lips nervously.

"I thought it'd calm me down, okay?" He admitted, turning his head to her. His apple green eyes meeting her chocolate brown eyes.

"You thought squeezing my leg would calm you down?" She asked unsure, her eyebrows brought together on her face.

"I thought touching you would calm me down, yeah," he told her before bringing one hand up to rub his eyelids. "Look, I dunno… I was starting to get mad at Sam, and I wasn't supposed to fight with him, so I thought… Can we just drop it?" He asked as he dropped his hand away from his face.

She stared at him, nodding her head slowly. "We're not supposed to stay in the car all day long anyway," she whispered as she opened the door and got out of the car, hearing him sigh before he walked out too. She took a few steps away from the car, her fingers zipping up the leather jacket as she was still a bit disturbed by what Dean had just told her. What did he mean exactly by thinking it would calm him down to touch her? What possible calm could a touch from her bring him?

Spinning around, she watched him checking the doors of his beautiful Chevrolet, before looking up at her and walking towards her. "C'mon," he said passing her by. She followed him, crossing her arms over chest as they walked across the street. Once she was by his side, she took a larger step and stopped right in front of him.

"I don't get it," She told him, looking straight into his eyes. "I don't understand what kind of calm you think touching me would bring you? I don't understand why you'd think that. I mean, do you think it's connected to me coming from another universe?"

"What no-" Dean said before she continued, not letting him a chance to answer any of her questions.

"Maybe, it is. I mean my soul is already different, so maybe I've got this happening too although it's a bit strange, 'cause you're like the first one to tell me this, but-" She stopped herself when her eyes caught something over his shoulders. "Dean, your car!" She said pointing at the Impala. Dean turned around and his eyes got big at the sight.

Two teenagers were attempting to break into his beloved Baby. "Hey!" He shouted at them as he started to walk towards him.

"Dean!" Kate shouted when she saw a van coming towards him. He turned around when the van careened, but he was hit immediately after. "Dean!" She ran towards him as he was knocked to the ground. She fell to her knees, her hands immediately grabbing Dean's face as he fell unconscious.

---

"You wanted to see me?" Chuck asked as he stood in front of Sam's motel room's door.

"Yeah," Sam replied as he looked around shiftily before opening the door wider to let Chuck walk in. Shutting the door, he turned his head towards the author. "Thanks for coming."

"Ah, sure."

"Um..." Sam said as he joined Chuck in the middle of the room, and crossed his arms over his chest trying to find the best way to form his question. "I was just wondering how much you know. About me."

"What do you mean?" Chuck asked.

"Have you seen visions of me when I'm not with Dean?"

"Oh..." Chuck said understanding what the young Winchester was trying to know exactly. "You want to know if I know about the demon blood."

Sam looked away when Chuck's gaze met his. "You didn't tell Dean."

"I didn't even write it into the books. I was afraid it would make you look unsympathetic," Chuck admitted which made Sam's face scrunch in confusion.

"Unsympathetic?"

"Yeah, come on, Sam. I mean, sucking blood? You got to know that's wrong," Chuck told him, his eyes staring right into Sam's. Swallowing hard, Sam looked away as his eyes got a bit teary. Of course, he knew it was wrong but what other choice did he have left?

Walking to the table surrounded by two chairs near the front door, he sat down with a sigh. "It scares the hell out of me. I mean, I feel it inside of me. I... I wish to god I could stop," he confessed to the author, his hazel eyes staring out the window not feeling strong enough to look into someone's eyes as he admitted all of this.

"But you keep going back."

"What choice have I got?" Sam asked him as he looked up at the author still standing up in the middle of the room. His whole face screamed despair and Chuck wished even more that his stories were just stories like they used to be just a couple of days ago. "If it helps me kill Lilith and stop the apocalypse-"

"I thought that was Dean's job. That's what the angels say, right?" Chuck interrupted him, his arms folded over his chest as he watched the hunter.

"Dean's not... he's not Dean lately. Ever since he got out of hell. He needs help," Sam said as he looked down. "I feel like Katie can give him that help… But what then? What will happen when she'll go back to her universe?"

"So you got to carry the weight?"

"Well, he's looked out for me my whole life. I can't return the favor?" Sam replied.

"Yeah, sure you can," Chuck said shaking his head in understanding before he made his way to the other seat around the table Sam was sitting at. "I mean, if that's what this is."

"What else would it be?" Sam asked him.

"I don't know. Maybe the demon blood makes you feel stronger? More in control?" Chuck suggested and Sam stared at him for a moment, a little bit offended by those things the bearded man was telling him.

"No. That's not true," he denied.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I know it's a terrible burden – feeling that it all rests on your shoulders," Chuck told him gently and Sam felt a lump form in his throat as tears started to build up in his eyes.

"Does it? All rest on my shoulders?"

"That seems to be where the story's headed," Chuck replied, his blue eyes glued to Sam's hazel ones. However, Sam's gaze landed elsewhere for a moment as he asked his next question.

"Am I strong enough to stop Lilith tonight?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen that far yet," Chuck told him as Sam's face dropped. "But, maybe you think you're in control and you're not. Maybe that's becoming an addiction that's controlling you like Kate thought and-"

"Like Kate thought?" Sam cut him off as he straightened on his seat. "Kate doesn't know about this."

Chuck's eyes turned big as he realized the mistake he had just done. "No, no. Of course she doesn't know. I-I was just-" He started to say before stopping himself when Sam's eyes never stopped staring intensively at him. "Crap. Yes, she knows. She found out about it like two weeks ago."

"How? Did Bobby tell her?"

"No, it's more complicated than that… I really think you should ask her," Chuck said as he stood up.

"No, wait," Sam told him as he stood up and stepped in front of him. "If she found out two weeks ago that I'm drinking demon blood, why didn't she just run away from me? Why didn't she, I dunno, just avoid me at least?"

"Why would she?" Chuck asked, his brows frowned.

"You know," Sam started. "Same reason why you let this out of your books."

"Oh no, Kate's not like that," Chuck replied, shaking his head. "She'll never judge you for something like that. She knows you are just trying to save the world, or at least our world. For what it's worth, Kate knows none of you are telling her everything and she respects that. Obviously."

---

Dean slowly opened his eyes as he was lying in the middle of the road. A woman with short blond hair and very long dangling earrings was hovering above him as he tried to regain full consciousness.

"Oh my God. Miss! He's waking up!" She shouted making Dean wince before he focused his eyes on the blond-haired woman's earrings which were shaped like stars.

"Stars," he said almost incoherently as the familiar brunette arrived by his side.

"What was that?" The woman asked him as he blinked a few times.

"Dean, you're okay?" Kate asked as she slipped her hand under the back of his neck and helped him raise his head slowly. "Take it easy," she told him as he sat up and put his hand on her lap to steady himself, his eyes glancing at the van.

"I already told your girlfriend, but I am so sorry! I just didn't see you. Are you okay?" The blond asked, making Dean look at her with frowned eyebrows before looking at Kate whose face was painted in concern as she slid her hand down his back.

"Yeah," he mumbled barely audible.

"And sorry about... you know," the blond continued as she indicated a young girl standing nearby. "M-My daughter's going through a doctor phase."

"What is she talking about?" Dean asked, his eyes looking into Kate's in confusion.

"You're all better now," the little girl told Dean.

"It's kinda funny actually," Kate told him with an almost hesitant smile. He looked at her before glancing across the street.

"Oh no," Dean said as he stared at his Baby's back window shattered.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry, Dean," Kate told him as he turned his head towards her. "They did this when we were all worrying about you." He stood up quickly and the blond woman turned her head to Kate before looking at Dean who walked towards his car.

"They were pretty quick and your girlfriend was very worried about you," she told him as Dean approached his car, a bit fuming as he turned around and looked at Kate who stood up while everyone surrounding them had left.

"Why didn't you stop them? You're a hunter!" He told her as he threw his arms in the air.

"Sorry if they were quick and I was too busy worrying about you while trying to wake you up," she replied in a vexed tone, walking towards him while he watched her. She stopped right in front of him, reached one hand up, two fingers resting on one of the Band-Aids on his face. "And, I'm not a hunter," she told him as she peeled one off in one quick movement. She put it against his chest before circling the car and getting in the front passenger seat.

He looked down at the Band- Aids and frowned when he noticed the decoration on it. A Pink flowery Band-Aids. He caught a glimpse of himself in the side window and groaned when he saw the other Band-Aids.

---

"You know," Kate told Dean as she watched his fuming face while he drove with the tarp covering the rear window and making some annoying flapping sound. "Maybe, Sam was right. It's stupid." He turned his head towards her with a death glare. She reached her hand out to touch his arm, and rested her hand there. He glanced down at her hand before looking up at her with a questioning look. "I'm trying to calm you down," she said unsure and he shrugged his whole arm to make her drop her hand off him.

"It's not the right moment to make fun of me," he growled at her, starring at the road ahead of him.

"I wasn't making fun of you, Dean-" She started when he cut her off.

"You've let people hurt my Baby! And this opposite day is going wrong!"

"So, where to? Do we pick Sam up and try to swim across the river? Because I'm a really bad swimmer, I'll just sink like the Titanic," she told him and he glanced at her before replying in a calmer voice.

"No, we're just gonna head back to Chuck's."

"But it's like an hour from here, we're just gonna spend the whole time in your car like Chuck's book said," she told him before he stepped harder on the accelerator, his car quickly speeding as the tarp on the rear window sounded even more like the wings of a crow.

---

"Dean, Kate," Chuck said as he walked into his living room, carrying a bottle in a brown bag and a six-pack of cans, and immediately found Dean sitting on the armchair Kate was leaning on earlier that day, and Kate was leaning on the windowed wall, not one foot away from the hunter.

"I take it you knew we'd be here," Dean replied as Kate just looked at the short man and the things he was carrying.

"You look terrible," Chuck said before looking at Kate. "Not you. You always look great even with nothing on," he said as Kate's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened and he shook his head in panic. "I-I didn't mean it like that, I meant with no make-up on. Yeah, 'cause I really don't remember what you look like stark naked, not that you're not memorable, but-"

"Chuck, stop," she shook her head. "Just stop."

He nodded before he turned his gaze back to the hunter on the chair, whose green eyes were almost burning into him. "You wanna know why I look terrible?" Dean asked him. Chuck half shrugged half shook his head, not feeling capable enough to face a fuming Dean. "That's 'cause I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck."

"Oh."

"That it?" Dean asked as he leaned towards the author. "Every damn thing you write about me comes true; that's all you have to say is 'oh'?!"

"Please don't yell at me," Chuck told him as he put the six-pack on a shelf that was on his right.

Dean stood up, anger boiling inside of him as he walked towards the author. "Why do I get a feeling there's something that you're not tellin' us?"

"What wouldn't I be telling you?" Chuck asked as Kate took a couple of steps towards Dean, afraid of what he might do to the short man who looked very unable to defend himself.

"How you know what you know, for starters!" Dean shouted at him.

"I don't know how I know, I just do!"

"That's not good enough," Dean shouted with more anger at the man as he shoved him against the wall.

"Dean, no!" Kate shouted as she quickly approached him and put her hands on his arms.

"No, we gotta find out!" He shouted at her before turning his attention back to the man. "How the hell are you doing this?!"

"Dean, let him go!" A rough familiar voice said, making Dean release Chuck immediately as he turned around to face the angel in a trench-coat. Kate's hands were holding on Chuck trying to help him keeping himself up on his feet. He looked at her with a grateful look before she turned her head to the angel staring at Dean with intensity. "This man is to be protected."

Kate looked over at Chuck and whispered, "God, please oh please tell me he isn't another angel. I don't think I could handle another angel." Chuck just looked back at her, not knowing how to respond at all to the panicked woman in front of him.

"Why?" Dean asked with determination. "Is he like Kate, from another universe?!"

"No," Castiel replied. "He is far more important. He's a Prophet of the Lord."

---

"You... You're Castiel... aren't you?" Chuck asked as Dean turned his head to look at the supposedly prophet, his whole face expressing the abrupt shock that had filled him completely just a couple of seconds ago. Kate watched Chuck with the same shock as she dropped her hands away from him.

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work," Castiel said before glancing at Kate. "And it's good to see you by Dean's side, Kate."

She didn't say anything as he took a few steps towards a stool and picked up one of the books laying there. Kate watched him paging through it calmly.

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Dean exclaimed as Chuck pulled his bottle of whisky out of its brown bag while stumbling over his armchair. "This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer," he said before turning his gaze to the bearded man.

"Did you know about this?" Kate asked Chuck in a calmer voice than the dark-blonde-haired hunter. Her eyes travelled down to the author's shaky hands as he cracked open the fresh bottle of whisky and poured himself some. "I, uh, I might have dreamt about it."

"And you didn't tell us?!" Dean asked in a frustrated shout.

"It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness," he finished this tirade before gulping down the whisky in an almost desperate way. Kate watched him and shook her head before turning her head to the hunter and the angel.

"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asked in a low voice, but loud enough for her and Chuck to hear.

"He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word," Castiel replied, his eyes glued to the book in his hands.

"The word? The word of god? What, like the new new testament?" Dean asked.

"One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel," Castiel replied.

"You got to be kidding me," Chuck, Dean and Kate said in unison.

"I am not... kidding you," Castiel replied, his blue eyes looking at Dean before moving to Kate. "Nevertheless, I don't know what the books about Kate would become."

"Books about me?" Kate asked before snapping her head towards Chuck who stood up, his eyes looking away as he clutched the bottle of alcohol against him.

"If you'd please excuse me one minute-" He said but she cut him off as she quickly stepped in front of him before he went anywhere to hide.

"You said you didn't have enough dreams about me to make a whole book! You said there wasn't anything else about me except a couple of things like the shower scene!"

"I-I never got them published... I felt like they deserved their own books but in the same time I couldn't really split you up from Sam and Dean's story. And to be honest, I thought it was all just a big fantasy," Chuck trailed off as Kate clenched her jaw, doing her best to remain calm.

She brought her forefinger up and pointed at him, as she spoke sternly. "I want all of the copies you've got about me."

"Sure, I-I'm gonna gather them," he nodded frantically. "But, I just really need some time on my own right now… I feel like I'm gonna explode," he added staring at her with eyes red from tiredness or alcohol; or maybe both. She sighed and stepped aside letting him walk away quickly. He almost fell on the floor as he tried to drink a long sip of his bottle before disappearing upstairs.

Kate turned her head to Dean who was watching her face. "You're sure you don't wanna follow him to find out where exactly he keeps those copies?"

"I'd rather not know that," Kate replied shaking her head. Dean's eyes quickly scanned her from top to toe, trying to make sure she was still handling it all okay. "So that's him? Your big prophet? Really?" She asked Castiel.

"You should've seen Luke," the blue-eyed angel replied pulling Dean's attention back to him.

The hunter sighed as he walked a few steps away from Kate and Castiel, giving his back to them, a deep expression formed on his face as questions rushed in his mind. "Why'd he get tapped?"

"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command," Castiel replied.

"How high?" Kate asked.

"Very," Castiel told her.

"Higher than any angel?" She asked him with a pointed look.

"Whatever," Dean said as he turned around and looked at them, before focusing his gaze on the angel. "How do we get around this?"

"Around what?" Castiel asked, puzzled, as he turned his head towards the hunter while Kate bit on her bottom lip wondering if being a prophet made Chuck more important than Zachariah in God's point of view.

"The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?" Dean replied with frustration, pulling Kate out of her thoughts as she looked at him.

"What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass," Castiel explained.

---

Sam studied the tiny purple bag in his fingers, his brows brought together as he wondered how come he had never seen this peculiar hex bag before. He opened it and tried to analyse what it contained. The insides were almost the same as the ones in the usual hex bags, but there were other things that he had almost never seen before. Glancing at the other hex bags burning in the large bowl in the bathroom's sink, he was even more certain it wasn't one of the hex bags his brother had settled all around the room before leaving. Thinking about it, he realized only two other people came in that room today: Kate and Chuck. As much as he was convinced that Kate couldn't have prepared this hex bag, he was pretty sure it wasn't Chuck either.

Throwing that hex bag in the bowl, he leaned on the sink and watched it burn with the others, pensive. Back when they were trying to protect Anna from the angels and the demons, Ruby had prepared a few hex bags with Kate in Bobby's kitchen. She must have learned how to make them that day. However, the containing being different, he realized that Kate must have learned how to make this specific hex bag in another way. Maybe she learned this on one of those books she kept on reading. He would have to ask her about this, because magic had to be taken very seriously in their world.

The young hunter looked up at his reflection on the mirror above the sink, and swallowed his saliva down, his fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. Even though, he looked exactly the same with his wavy chestnut brown hair and hazel green eyes, he had a hard time recognizing himself. He felt as if he was slowly becoming someone else; slowly but surely.

He knew he could still blame hunting for that, but deep down he knew the truth was what he was trying to ignore so badly. He knew what he was doing with Ruby was wrong, and if anyone else was doing it he would just give them an entire speech on how bad it is and how they had to stop. But, no matter how many speeches the little voice in his head kept giving him, and no matter how hard he wanted to stop, he knew he couldn't. He had to do this. His big brother had already sacrificed so much for him, so he had to do this for him. He had to take all of those responsibilities off his brother's shoulders. It was the only way for him to give Dean back all he's ever done to him; starting with killing the demon who had sent him to Hell.

A few minutes later, Sam opened the tap and let the water run over the burned hex bags. He watched it before looking down at the watch around his wrist. Swallowing hard, he looked up at his reflection and nodded at himself with determination. He shut the water and walked out of the bathroom, throwing his arms in the air, trying to buck up his courage for what was going to happen tonight. He walked towards the bed and grabbed the television remote nearby his opened duffle bag. Spinning around he shut off the mute television he had switched on during the afternoon in an attempt to busy himself until tonight. He threw the remote on one table and started pacing back and forth in his room, impatient to get it all done.

Suddenly, a knock pulled him out of his thoughts. His hazel eyes shot at the door before he made his way towards it.

"It's me," his brother's voice announced and Sam sighed as he opened the door. Dean stormed in, immediately heading to the duffle bag on the bed. "Come on. We're getting out of here."

"What? Where's Kate?" Sam asked confused as he watched Dean's every movements.

"I've left her back at Chuck's," he replied.

"What? Why? And what the hell were you doing at Chuck's?"

"Look, she wanted to stay there until I got you, okay? Now, let's get your stuff together, we're getting out of here." Dean replied quickly as he threw a tee-shirt in Sam's bag.

"Where?"

"Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. We pick Kate up on our way and we leave. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out, even if we gotta drag Kate on our backs 'cause she can't swim!" Dean shouted before looking around, confused. "Dude, where are all the hex bags?"

"I burned them," Sam simply replied taking Dean aback.

"You what?"

"Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big 'if'-"

"No, no, no. It's more than an 'if'," Dean cut him off. "Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet."

"What?" Sam said, genuinely surprised.

"Cas showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us," Dean told him. "And, he's apparently writing a few things about Kate that he kept in his bedroom for a reason I don't really wanna think about." Sam frowned a bit at that. "So yeah, she's gathering all of that right now."

"Okay."

"Yeah, okay. Let's get the hell out of here," Dean told his brother.

"No."

"Lilith is gonna slaughter you," Dean clarified the situation to his brother who seemed to be more stubborn than usual today.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't," Sam explained.

"So what? You think you can take her?" Dean asked him.

"Only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on," Sam replied making Dean sigh in desperation.

"Sam..."

"You think I'll do it, don't you? You think I'll go dark side," Sam said to his brother.

"Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?" Dean told his brother who looked up, startled. "Oh, I know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly."

"Did Kate tell you?"

"What 'cause she knew too?" Dean said almost huffing. "No, she didn't. Cas told me, okay? But if I knew that she knew…" Dean trailed off.

"What else did Cas tell you?" Sam asked.

"Nothing I don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap, and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why, and we don't know how," Dean replied. "Except if Kate knows that too?"

"She doesn't," Sam lied in a convincing way. "And, it's not what you think, Dean."

"Then what is it, Sam? 'Cause I'm at a total loss," Dean said before grabbing the bag and heading for the door. "Are you coming or not?"

"No," Sam replied making Dean spin back to the door, pausing again, he dropped the bag forcefully on a chair by the door and left.

---

Sitting on a chair in Chuck's kitchen, Kate was going through the thick amount of pages in her hands, when she heard the bearded man walking down his staircase. "Is that all you've got?"

She looked up as he walked in his living room, a bunch of other pages in his arms as he made his way to the kitchen table. "Um, not really."

She put down the pages she had in her hand and took the ones he handed her. Her eyes immediately raked the first few lines of those pages. It was a description of her seductively preparing herself in the morning at Bobby's. She closed her eyes and shook her head as she brought her forefinger and thumb up to pinch the bridge of her nose, her eyes closing as he stared at her. "How-how do you manage to write me putting on slippers in such a seductive - and almost pervy - way?"

"Well, I just write what I see in my dreams," he replied shrugging. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he rubbed his left arm nervously. She knew she couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't his fault if he was dreaming all of this, a couple of days ago he thought they were all fictional characters.

Sighing, she put the pages on the top of the others. "So, you told us yesterday that you didn't know very much about me and that I popped in your dreams very rarely. Just when I'm with Sam and Dean. So, how do you explain all those thousands of pages?" She asked him, waving her hands at the two piles of pages on the kitchen table. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because there are things you don't want them to know," he replied folding his arms over his chest as he shifted on his spot. Kate frowned her eyebrows slightly as she questioned him with her brown eyes. "You know, all those meetings with that angel and the tortures…"

"You know all about that?" She asked in a little voice, gulping down.

"Yeah," he nodded. "You shouldn't keep it to yourself."

"You know I don't have any other choice," she replied shaking her head as tears started to form in her eyes at the thought of all the things she was subjected to by this angel. "Do you… Do you know why I'm here? Am I here to be toyed around and…" She sighed and looked away, feeling as unable to finish her question as to look at the bearded man standing in front of him.

Chuck watched her quietly before speaking up. "If I knew how to help you go back to where you're from, that would have been the first thing I would have done yesterday."

"That's sweet of you, but they wouldn't have let you," she told him pointing up in the air.

"Oh, you know we could have drawn the sigils Ruby taught you," he replied and she looked up at him. "Don't worry, I won't say a word about you meeting her too."

She nodded before taking a deep breath and bringing her hands up to untie her ponytail. He watched her as she passed her fingers through her brown locks and reached out for the half empty bottle of bourbon next to his computer' screen. "You mind?" She asked him and he shook his head as she unscrewed the bottle and brought it to her lips in one swift movement. After gulping a long sip and grimacing at the strong burning taste that flowed down her throat, she looked up at the prophet. "Is it bad that I'm not telling them about me meeting Ruby?"

"Oh, no," he replied as he pulled out the seat across of her and sat down. "Not at all. Dean hates Ruby, so it's actually better if you keep this for yourself until the right moment… Which I don't think will ever happen when it comes to Ruby."

"She's not that bad," Kate said thoughtfully.

"She's a demon," he chimed in.

"Yeah, but she's a good demon, isn't she? She helps us all, you know it, I mean you've dreamed it, you've written it!" She said before taking another long sip of alcohol.

"Um, well, I'm not sure," he replied as her face scrunched in another grimace before she put the bottle down on the table. "She's still the one giving Sam demon blood."

"Yeah," she mumbled feeling a bit uneasy at that thought. "Poor Sammy…" She looked down at her watch and frowned. "Wasn't Dean supposed to call once Sam was with him? I mean, shouldn't he be with him by now?"

"Maybe they're leaving you here for the night. Don't worry, I've got a king size bed upstairs," he joked and she just stared at him with an almost passive look. "I'm joking…"

"I hope Dean got there in time."

"What if he didn't? And what if Lilith comes here?" Chuck asked, slowly panicking.

"Why would she come here?" Kate asked squinting her eyes at him, confused. "Anyways, if she comes here, you'll be fine."

"Why?"

"You're a prophet. Back in my world, I read that prophets were protected by archangels," she explained to him.

"Do you really think it'd still be the case here?" He asked her and she shrugged.

"You'll have to hope."

"If prophets are protected the same way you are, I'm screwed," he replied and she looked at him with raised eyebrows. "No offense."

---

Kate was going through the pages of Chuck's interpretation of her life since her arrival in this universe. On the other hand, she was surprised to see that sometimes there were so many full descriptions that even she didn't notice when it happened, while other times there were gaps of days. She wondered if he was lazy or if it was because he hadn't dreamed of it. Looking up to ask him, she found him rubbing his temples as his face was scrunched in pain.

"It's getting worse, isn't it?" She asked in a whisper.

"Yeah," he groaned, his eyes closed as he rubbed his fingers over the eyelids. Kate licked her lips before standing up from the armchair and settling the pages on the coffee table.

"You really need to stop drinking that much if you can't face the hangover," she said as she switched off the light in the living room and went to do the same in the kitchen before walking to the hallway near the staircase and switching on a little lamp.

"I can't," he mumbled as she spun around and made her way towards him, her hand grabbing a blanket on the edge of the armchair. She approached him, and pulled him towards before wrapping the blanket around him.

"Maybe you should lay down a bit." He shook his head as he just leaned back in the couch. "Alright, I'm gonna make you some tea," she added softly before taking a few steps towards the kitchen.

"I've got nothing to make tea," he replied and she turned around to look at him. "But, it's alright 'cause I've got this," he said as he reached for his bottle of whisky and a glass.

"No," she said as she quickly approached him and took the bottle and the glass away from him. She put them down on the little table by his couch, switched on the lamp there, and then circled the couch before standing behind him. "Just close your eyes and let me do…"

"W-what?" Chuck asked a bit nervous as she brought his head back and put her fingers on each side of his face. She slid two fingers of each hand on his temples and started to make circular movements there. "Oh a massage… Do you think it'll work? Not that I mind but-"

"Shhh!"

"Alright, sorry," he replied as she tried to focus on the movements of her fingers. She had learned how to massage away a headache back on her first year in Paris. It didn't work that much when she did it to herself, but it was mostly a success with others. "Your fingers are magical… Mmh…" Kate's eyebrows frowned when Chuck gave out a very sexual moan. She stopped her movements and just stared down at his face where a pleased smile was plastered. "Oh don't stop," Chuck said before his eyes shot open. He looked right into her eyes and gulped. "Sorry, I haven't had that much contact with women for quite some time so-"

"Stop, don't say anything," Kate shook her head as she walked back to stand in front of the armchair. "Just let's forget this even happened, okay?"

"Yeah, no awkwardness," he replied nodding his head. She shook her head slightly before grabbing the whisky and the glass and giving it back to him. "Oh thanks," he said before pouring himself some in his glass.

She watched him and shook her head again as he sprawled himself on his couch. Suddenly, the not expected slamming of the front door startled both of them. Kate quickly grabbed the pillow that was resting on the back of the armchair and held it up. As she was ready to fight back against what was coming, she was genuinely surprised when Dean walked in the living room. He stopped, his eyes traveling for a moment between her face and the pillow in her hands.

"What have I told you about pillows?" He told her and she frowned as she lowered her hands.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I-I didn't write this," Chuck replied from the couch pulling Dean's attention on him.

Dean quickly approached him, taking the glass away from the prophet's hands, he put it down on the coffee table and forced the man to stand up from his couch, squarely manhandling him. "Come on. I need you to come with me."

"Dean, slow down! Where's Sam?" Kate asked as she quickly stepped in between him and Chuck.

"At the motel, and that's where we're going," he replied as he grabbed Kate's arm and pulled her to his side, permitting him to face Chuck again.

"What? That's where Lilith is," the prophet said.

"Yeah, exactly. I need you to stop her," Dean said reaching for his arm but Chuck pulled away.

"Are you insane? Lilith? I know what she's capable of, Dean. I wrote her," he said as Kate watched the interaction.

"All right, listen to me. You have an archangel tethered to you, okay?" Dean said walking towards the author who backed away. All you got to do is show up and boom! Lilith gets smoked!"

Chuck glanced at Kate as she approached Dean and put her hands gently on his tensed back before stepping at his side, her hands sliding to his left arm. He glanced at her as she stared at Chuck.

"Sam is in danger, Chuck," she told him and Dean looked down at her as he realized she had connected the dots on her own.

"But I-I haven't seen that yet. Th-the story-"

"Chuck, you're the only shot that I've got left," Dean explained.

"But... I'm just a writer," Chuck said hesitantly.

"This isn't a story anymore, man. This is real! And you're in it!" Dean told him, his gaze staring deep into the prophet's. He put his hand on Chuck's shoulder and lifted his other fist as he tried to give him the best and shortest pep talk he could improvise. "Now, I need you to get off your ass and fight." Chuck looked at Kate who nodded at him, before he looked up at the air and walked around Dean and Kate. "Come on, Chuck."

"You can do it," Kate said as she and Dean spun around, their eyes following the bearded man.

He turned around in a snap and looked up at both of them before declaring. "No friggin' way."

Dean nodded as he took a few steps towards the short man. "Okay, well, then, how about this – I've got a gun in my pocket, and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out."

"Dean!" Kate exclaimed, surprised.

"She won't let you do anything," Chuck replied smugly. Kate's brown eyes turned to him.

"Um, you gotta know, I care more about Sam's life than yours," she told him and his face dropped. "No offense."

"So?" Dean told the prophet whose features turned into an even more smugly expression within two seconds.

"I thought you said I was protected by an archangel."

"Well, interesting exercise," Dean said. "Let's see who the quicker draw is."

Kate couldn't help the proud and smug expression that appeared on her face as she looked at Chuck's face after what Dean had just said.

---

Sam watched the thin blonde in black clothes, his hands shaking a bit not with fear but with anticipation. He had waited for so long to meet that demon again. He had spent so long fantasying on killing her for good. And now that he had her where he wanted, he was impatient to finish her off before the fear of failing rose too much in him. She had already avoided the demon trap, and there was no way he was going to let this demon, this Lilith, get out of here alive.

She turned around, her eyes fixing at Sam. "Swell. By the way, a contract with me will take more than a kiss," she told him as she sat down on the bed. "A lot more. Don't worry. The dental hygienist in here? She wants it bad," she finished, patting the bed.

Sam reluctantly approached, a smirk forming on the blonde's lips. She ran a hand up his leg, Sam frozen in spot as he watched her do, his jaw clenching. She looked up at him, her eyes turned completely white; a reminder for him of who he was with at the moment. Sam leaned down as Lilith took him by the collar and pulled him down on top of her. When he got close enough and she was distracted by feeling his body up, he clenched his teeth harder as the thought of finally taking care of her the way he was supposed to and above all else of succeeding in doing so, reappeared in him.

In a swift movement, he grabbed the demon knife on the nightstand and tried as hard as he could to stab her with it. But she was too quick to react and countered his attack smoothly. She flipped him over, grabbed the knife as she straddled his lap ready to stab him. But before she could attack, the door burst open making her turn face around to see Dean, Kate and Chuck entering in abruptly.

Kate pushed Chuck forward and he looked at the blonde, his shaky hands up as he exclaimed the only thing needed to scare Lilith off. "I am the prophet Chuck!"

"You've got to be joking," Lilith said as she stood up and started approaching Chuck. Kate quickly appearing on his left as Dean was now on his other side.

"Oh, this is no joke!" Dean said to the demon as the room began to tremble, "You see, Chuck here's got an archangel on his shoulder!" Dean continued as the whole room kept on trembling. Kate looked at the paintings on the walls as they dropped on the floor, before she looked over at Sam and met his gaze for a few seconds as a great white light poured in through the windows making Kate's eyes travel all around the room. "You've got about ten seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. You sure you want to tangle with that?"

Everyone looked at Lilith as she gave one last look at Sam and then poured screaming out of her blonde vessel's mouth, leaving the vessel to drop on the floor. The whole shaking slowly vanished as the bright light disappeared, Dean took a few steps towards the blonde on the floor his eyes glancing over his brother on the bed. Kate followed him, her eyes catching on Chuck who preferred to stay behind Dean and to look over his shoulder, before continuing to go towards the blonde. Dean grabbed her arm, stopping her.

She turned her head to him. "I'm just gonna check if she's alive… The human vessel, I mean."

Dean nodded as he let go her arm and watched her kneel next to the blonde's head, before his green eyes turned to his brother already watching him as he breathed heavily.

---

After picking up all of the pages about Kate at Chuck's and making sure the man called them if anything seriously important happened in one of his dreams, Sam had offered to Kate to bring her back to Bobby's right away. However, Dean had announced his exhaustion and his lack of desire to spend hours on the road again even though Bobby's wasn't that much far away. The decision the elder brother had taken was to drive out of this town immediately and to stop at a motel before hitting the road the next morning, adding that if Kate wanted she could stay with them for a bit longer. The brunette had simply shrugged before getting on the backseat of the Impala and putting her earphones in her ears when she understood that the brothers would need some time to talk to each other.

Kate closed her eyes and listened carefully to this third recording of Pamela's. The voice of the deceased woman almost soothed her to sleep, but when the psychic exclaimed loudly that she should have tried to get in Kate's memory lane and that she was going to let Bobby know about that, Kate opened her eyes and shifted on the seat. She realized that Bobby and Pamela had planned on doing that one month before they actually did it. Listening to Pamela's not completely reassured words, she realized how terrified the psychic should have been when Kate was lost in her mind that day.

All of sudden, cold drops of water landed on the back of her head and the back of her neck. She turned her head to the still busted rear window, clumsily covered in a tarp that never stopped flapping in the wind. Trying to move away, Kate sighed when she realized that no matter where she sat exactly, she was going to be hit by those raindrops.

"Guys," she said as she pulled an earphone off one ear and looked at them as they stopped whatever conversation they were having.

"Yeah?" Dean asked as Sam's eyes were glued to his jean clad lap.

"I'm getting wet here," she replied.

"Oh, well share with us what's got you in such a good mood," Dean teased, his lips curled in a smirk as he looked at her through the rearview mirror. Kate rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, Dean. It's raining in the car-"

"What?" He almost shouted as he turned his face in the same time than his brother.

"You didn't hooked the trap up the car correctly, Dean," Sam told Dean who groaned as he turned his attention back to the road.

He parked the car on the side road and without a word stepped outside. Kate and Sam followed him with their eyes. Dean was mumbling things as he tried to hook the trap up, Kate helping him from the inside of the car.

"Don't pull at it, Dean!" She shouted at him as she tried to pull the plastic tarp towards her.

"You don't pull it!" Dean shouted back at her.

"No, wait not like that!" Kate exclaimed as he pulled the tarp half off and the wind pushed the raindrops towards the inside of the car, hitting her on the face. "Dean!"

"I've got it, I've got it!" He said as he managed to hook the tarp up in a way that no raindrops entered the car.

Kate let out a long sigh as she turned her face to Sam, expecting him to give her a gentle smile. She slightly frowned when she saw him with his head hanging low as he stared at his hands on his lap.

"I'm warning you, Kaitlin, if I get sick it's your fault," Dean said as he got in the, trying to comfortably sit behind his wheel.

"How is that my fault?"

"In every possible way," he replied and she opened her mouth to gripe at him but he stopped her. "Think about it. Think about it, really hard."

Kate frowned her eyebrows as she realized that it was indeed her fault if the car's window got smashed and if the tarp wasn't hooked up right forcing Dean to get out and fix that. She groaned as she reached for her bag and pulled out a package of tissue. She gave a couple of tissues to Dean who took them and started to wipe the rain off his face. Kate sneezed all of sudden.

"I'm the one who's gonna end up sick," she mumbled.

"You've been sneezing ever since that morning," Dean told her and Sam turned his head to glance at Kate before turning to his brother.

"Maybe you should sit upfront with us," he suggested.

"What?" Dean asked, surprised by his little brother's offer.

Sam turned his head to Kate who was wiping the rain on the back of her neck. "There's enough room for you to sit in between us instead of staying right next to the little openings where the cold wind can hit you."

Kate looked at him and then at Dean, hesitant of whether to accept or not the kind offer. Dean didn't look very pleased by this offer, certainly liking to have his space while driving. However, when he kept quiet and Sam insisted, Kate quickly grabbed her coat and put it on her head. She opened the passenger door as Sam put a newspaper on the top of his head and got out. He let her climb in before getting back in. She squeezed to Dean, trying to leave enough room for Sam's giant legs.

Dean glanced down at her before throwing the tissues over his shoulders to the backseat as Kate kept her legs tightly closed together and her hands on her lap.

"You can sprawl a little more, Katie. I mean, there's enough room," Sam said to her as he tossed the newspaper on the backseat on the coat Kate had threw over there when she climbed in. The brunette looked up and gave a little shy smile as she shifted a bit towards him, giving Dean a bit more of room. Sam gave her a gentle smile as Dean glanced at them before restarting his Baby. The elder brother pushed aside the thought that crossed his mind; the thought that Kate knew about Sam killing Alastair with some psychic power.

"So you were saying, Sam," Dean said after a few seconds of silence in which Sam started to look pensive. "A deal, huh?"

"That's what she said," he simply replied as Kate looked back and forth at them.

"Do you want me to take my tape-player back?" Kate asked and Sam shook his head before Dean just continued their conversation.

"To call the whole thing off – angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?"

"That was the gist of it."

After a few seconds, Dean brought Kate and Sam's attention to him as he let out a light huff.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You didn't think once about taking it?" Dean queried, his eyes still glued to the road. Kate frowned slightly, confused as for why Dean would say that.

"You kidding me?" Sam said making Dean turn his head to look at him. His green eyes fell on Kate's soft face before he returned his attention to the road. "Dude, you spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track."

"I'm just saying..." Dean trailed off and Kate bit her bottom lip as she looked down at Dean's military jacket he was wearing; the one he had given her back at Pamela's funeral. The woman couldn't help but wonder why Dean would say that. What if he had been in Sam's shoes? Would he have sealed that deal? Would he have accepted to go to Hell again if that stopped the whole Apocalypse from coming? Would he have accepted an eternity of the same torture he couldn't even bear talk about?

"She would have found some way to weasel out of it. And all it would have cost us was our lives," Sam explained as Kate looked down at her lap, trying to suppress from her mind those questions that were threatening to bring up a few other unpleasant thoughts or memories.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Dean simply said.

"Anyway, that's not the point," Sam stated.

"What's the point?" Dean asked as he threw a quick glance at the brunette before looking up at his younger brother who was looking out to the road.

"The point is, she's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running," Sam replied as Kate looked up at him.

"Running from what?" Kate asked in almost a whisper.

"Don't know. But she was telling the truth about one thing," Sam replied, still not looking at them.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"She's not gonna survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that," Sam replied, making Kate drop her gaze as she felt concern rise in her.

The next morning.

7:33 am

Knock Knock Knock

The brunette quickly walked out of the motel bathroom where she had just finished putting her clothes on, the stick of her eyeliner in one hand as she reached for the lock on the door with the other. "Yes?"

"It's Sam. I got breakfast with me," he told her, since for some odd reason this small and crumbly motel didn't have any peephole on their room's front doors.

"Great," she said as she unlocked the door and opened it to see the tall man with a little smile on his lips as he held a brown bag up. She slightly frowned when she saw the dark shadows under his eyes. "You look terrible."

"Huh," he huffed tilting his head to one side. "Good morning to you too, Katie."

"Yeah, sorry that was kinda rude," she almost muttered. "Good morning, Sam," she told him with a smile, before stepping aside to let him enter.

He walked in, his eyes traveling all around the tiny room which, apart from the colors, didn't look exactly the same than his and Dean's room filled with two queen size beds. Her unmade bed was larger, definitely a king size bed, and she had a little black round table surrounded by two brownish seats while there was a long rectangular table with four chairs in his and Dean's room. They also had a kitchenette which her room was lacking of. The room being pretty tiny, his eyes found their way back to her bed. The position of the blankets showed the fact that she slept curled one side while the other remained untouched and still tidily made. Her duffle bag was resting on the edge of that untouched space of the bed, as her black bag back was on a beige armchair in the corner of the room, along with her parka coat and her leather jacket. He could see a couple of notebooks slightly peeking out of the bag back while the earphones where hanging out the bag.

"I know it was rude but you really look terrible, Sam," Kate said as she closed the door and stood there. The young Winchester turned around and attempted to give her a smile.

"I haven't really slept," he replied before his eyes fell on the stick of eyeliner in between her fingers. "Anyways, just finish getting ready while I settle the table."

"Sure," she nodded making her way to the bathroom. "Um, where's Dean by the way?"

"Still sleeping," Sam told her as she stood by the bathroom door. She huffed.

"And he's the one who asked us to be ready for eight o'clock!"

"Yeah… Well, he actually fell asleep around five so I think he needed to oversleep," he explained and she nodded before walking back in the bathroom.

As Kate stopped in front of the mirror above the sink, she couldn't help wonder why both of Sam and Dean hadn't slept that much last night. Yes, the recent events were pretty disruptive and could get anyone's mind to overthink too much instead of getting some sleep.

However, Dean had looked very tired when they checked into this motel around a quarter to midnight last night, and he had even lacked the strength to refuse when Kate asked for a room on her own even though they had explained more than once to the young woman that it was the best for her safety. On the other hand, Sam hadn't looked that tired last night, he had looked very pensive though and she had guessed quite quickly that he would spend at least an hour thinking about all that happened with Lilith. She hadn't thought he'd spend all night long thinking about it all.

Then again, she wasn't one to judge since she did this kind of things a lot. She could spend a whole night thinking over any subject or even ask herself questions that were way too deep to be thought in an unshared bed at such late hours, and still the thinking would never truly fade away during the day. It would just involve into a much more complicated remembrance of what she had thought about all night and what details she may have forgotten.

Kate let out a soft sigh as she put away the eyeliner along with her thoughts. She checked if the lines were correctly drawn before taking the tiny hairgrips resting on the edge of the sink and walking out of the bathroom. Sam was tossing some paper pellet from his place on one of the seats around the table as the whole breakfast displayed in front of him.

The paper pellet successfully making its way in the trash-can, Kate exclaimed, "And score!"

Sam let out a light chuckle as he looked up at her. Barefoot, she was walking towards him with her hands up as she was pinning the upper part of her brown hair back. The red long sleeved t-shirt she had on, was slightly going up giving Sam a view of the white creamy skin of her flat stomach since her jeans were hanging just at her hips. He quickly looked away, bringing his hand up to rest his head on it as he felt his cheeks getting warmer. However, realizing something, he couldn't help but turn his eyes back to her. He didn't have time to make sure of what he thought he just caught a glimpse of, as she sat down in front of him right then. Nevertheless, the expression on his face made her curious.

"What's going on?"

"Mmh?"

"You look like something's going on," she told him, her brows a bit furrowed as she tried to analyze his facial expression.

"What? Me? No, no… I-I was just thinking, you know," he stuttered, his hand going over the back of his neck, and Kate's eyebrows shot up in surprise of his not convincing ramble. "Anyways, um, breakfast! I hope you like pancakes and muffins, that's the only thing I could find in the area around."

"Yep, that's good," she replied as she reached for the coffee. "Is that mine or yours?"

"Actually, I took us both the same thing," he replied as he looked up and met her gaze for a second before reaching for the other paper cup. "Extra black and no sugar like usual. But there's some milk in the small cup if you wanna mix it all up."

"Nah, I'm good with extra black," she declared as she took off the lid. "Thanks by the way."

"You're welcome."

"I mean, we could have waited for Dean to wake up to have breakfast with him, you know," she said as she took the chocolate muffin.

"Yeah, well, I thought it'd be nice to have some time on our own without Dean hurrying us up to get back on the road," Sam said as Kate took a large bite on the muffin. She nodded at him. "So, did you make up your mind? Are you coming with us or do you want us to drop you back at Bobby's?"

"I dunno," she replied through chewing.

"You gotta choose 'cause once Dean's up, he'll find a case and we might just go the opposite way from Sioux Falls."

"I know," she groaned. "But I hate choosing… It's like giving a baby the power to rule over a whole country and no one else can deny this baby's decisions. But, in the end it would be a big disaster and there wouldn't be a good, efficient government at all… It will be chaotic."

Sam stared at her, absolutely dumbfounded. "All you gotta do is choose between staying back at house and traveling around with us… How-how did you even come up with this comparison?" She shrugged and he shook his head as he took out a completely different looking muffin from a little paper package. "You're comparing yourself with a baby…" He chuckled.

"Hey, it's a baby with the power to rule over a whole country," she pointed out, with her forefinger up pointing at him.

"Still," he chuckled as he brought the muffin to his mouth and took a larger bite than hers.

"Okay, you want a better example? Look at those muffins," she said and he glanced at hers in her hand and the one in his right hand. "If you hadn't put the fully chocolate one in front of me, but you would have put it on the middle of the table with the one you've got which is…"

"Vanilla and chocolate chips," he finished for her. She gave a nod of her head.

"Vanilla and chocolate chips. I would have had a hard time deciding which one to take, because I like both."

"Okay, and what's the point with the powerful baby?"

"The point is that choices are hard to make. Because they are what lead us to one way or another. They are so important because they are the first steps we gotta make to reach our goals, and sometimes choices seem impossible to make, simply because we're scared of not making the right one. We're scared we're gonna make the one that will lead us to nothing good," she replied, her voice slowly becoming more and more serious as Sam watched her, listening attentively at her. "You give a baby the power to rule a whole country, it will be a disaster because they won't know what to do; they will just do any old thing. All that because a baby just can't choose," she said as she brought her cup up to her lips and drank a sip. Putting the cup down, she looked up at the suddenly very thoughtful Sam.

"I'm a baby," Kate said making the young man look up at her with confusion. "So if I don't know what choice to make, just order me one, otherwise I would just do any old thing."

Sam gave a corner smile as he put down his muffin, and looked away for a bit. "Do you think I've done the right choice?" He asked as he turned his greenish hazel eyes towards her brown ones which were questioning him. "Do you think I was right to choose to drink demon blood?"

Kate was taken aback. She wasn't expecting him to tell her this, not ever. She wasn't even aware that he knew she knew. There was an intensity in his eyes that made her shift in her seat, as she struggled with making her brain functional again. She couldn't form any good and correct sentence to answer him in her mind, so she stood there staring back at him with her lips slightly moving while no sound came out at all.

"Chuck told me you knew," he continued after a moment of silence in which he had realized she didn't know what to say. "He didn't say how, though. But, not sleeping for hours gave me the time to think and look at it in every possible way. I gotta admit at first I was just gonna read the parts of your character on the pages Chuck gave us, and I realized that it certainly wasn't there. It had to be in the pages of your story since your arrival here…And um, well, I thought maybe I would just look at them, I mean there's still in this big bag in our trunk. But, I realized it wouldn't have been fair to you. So I thought to do it the right way," he sighed before leaning on the table towards her. "How did you find out?"

"Someone told me," she replied in a whisper as she held the eye contact.

"Who's that?"

"I-I don't think I can tell you," Kate replied.

"It's Ruby, isn't it?" Sam asked and Kate looked away for a bit before locking her eyes with his again. "Look, I figured it out, Katie," he replied as he leaned back on his seat. "I mean, Chuck told me you found out about two weeks ago. And well, there was the purple hex bag in my room yesterday. Purple isn't really Dean's color, you know?" She looked away, knowing that she was going to get in troubles for keeping her meeting with Ruby secret.

"I just… I just wanted to know a few protection tricks, you know? Just how to make some powerful protection hex bags and stuff like that. Nothing too serious, just protection," she explained to him, her eyes begging him to understand her.

"I got it, Katie, it's okay. But you gotta know that magic is a very, very serious field and it's not to be taken lightly. Not in this universe at least," he told her and she nodded.

"I know, I know. I've read some things about it and Ruby told me that she wouldn't teach me anything that was too serious. She just taught me a few things but nothing that would get me to Howgarts," she replied and Sam couldn't help but smile very gently. "So… You're not mad that I kept that away from you?"

"You're kiddin' right? I'm the last person who could get mad at you for that. I mean, I'm hiding much worse from my brother," he replied as he started to peel some chocolate chips off his muffin with one hand. He looked up, pulling his hand away from the little muffin. "You haven't told Dean about me?"

"I don't really like rating out my friends," she replied. "Besides, I don't think it's my place to tell your brother."

He nodded at her before letting out a long sigh as he shifted on his seat, his eyes going over the duffle bag on the bed. "I'm scared, Katie. I'm scared of what it's doing to me… I feel it, the blood and how it's affecting me. It's in me, it's pumping in my veins, and I can feel it at every waking second. And there's nothing I can do about it."

"You can choose to stop, Sam," Kate told him softly. He turned his head to her, his desperate eyes meeting her caring ones.

"I can't, Katie, I can't choose. I don't have any other choice."

"There's always a choice, Sam. I know this sounds cliché, but there really is always a choice," she told him as she leaned towards him, trying to keep the eye contact.

"No," he shook his head. "The only choice I got is doing this so I can kill Lilith and stop the Apocalypse, otherwise I'll have to let Dean to take over, and I-I can't do that."

"Why? I mean, Dean talked about this with Chuck when we dropped him off. He asked him why the Angels wanted him and Chuck said that he was destined to do it. So, why can't you just let Dean do it?"

"Because Dean isn't himself anymore, Kate. You don't know the man he used to be before Hell," he replied. "He's not strong enough anymore to do anything Heaven wants him to. And this is my fault… This is my fault. He went to Hell because of me, he went to Hell to save me 'cause he thought my life was worthier than his. He had to go through years of Hell because of me! The least I can do after everything he's ever done to me, after he went to Hell for me, it's that… It's taking this burden away from him."

"I don't know Dean more than you, but I've seen him. How he cares about you, how he never hesitated on standing up to what Chuck wrote to keep you safe, while Cas had specifically told him that this must never happen. And this is why he'll never agree on you taking his burden away," Kate told him as he watched her.

"As long as he doesn't know that I'm doing everything to take that burden away, I won't need him to agree or to give me his permission," Sam replied. "This is why you gotta promise that no matter, you'll never tell him that you know about me drinking demon blood."

"Sam-"

"No, Kate. You gotta promise me. You've been kind and understanding with that, but he won't. He will think I'm a-a freak, and that's one thing I will never bear hearing my brother telling me," he told her, his hand reaching out for hers. She looked down at his large hand as the fingers curled to give her a squeeze. She returned her gaze up to meet his pleading one.

"I promise."

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Author's note:

Here you go with a new chapter my dear readers :D! How was it? I'm not a mind-reader so that'd be cool if you let me know through a little review ;)

I'm a bit tired right now, so I don't really know what to say, but I still feel like I gotta say something, you know? I mean, you guys have all been so awesome with all of your amazing reviews (that I will answer on the next chapter by the way) and with your favoriting and following and well your reading too! It makes my day when I know that my little story not written as good as any other Fanfiction writer, still gets to be read and enjoyed by some people out there. So yeah, basically I wanna thank all of you again for being so supportive and for, well, reading my story !

Before I forget, this chapter (from the beginning to when Lilith smokes out of her meatsuit) has been edited by the amazing 'Igotzapped', so a big thank you to her otherwise you would have had more than the end of the chapter full of mistakes and typos haha

Next update this weekend ;)

Much love,

A.