Okay I am so sorry for the wait! I know a lot of you know that my friend died and when she did I took it pretty hard and was really messed up about it and sweetkiwi604 suggested that I take a break from writing so I did but then I got really sick but I'm okay now and I came back to writing a couple days ago. I just want to give a big thank you mostly to sweetkiwi604 for being there for me but also to those of you that told me they are praying for my friends son and her mom. It means so much to me.

Also there have been tons of you that have suggested stories for me to read and I want to thank you because they have kept my mind busy these past couple weeks when I wasn't writing. Alright enough of my rambling but if you have a story you like people suggest it for me!

Credit goes out to sweetkiwi604 and my best friend Alanna for helping me out with this one.

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Enjoy and thanks again!

A Walk Down Memory Lane

I was sitting at the table reading the local news page online; looking to see if there was a job in this town and Dean was lying on his stomach still asleep in the bed closest to the door. As the door opened, Dean woke up and slipped a hand under his pillow getting a firm grasp on the weapon we all knew he kept there but when he saw that it was just Sam coming back with coffee and pastries he relaxed.

"Morning, sunshine," Sam smiled, it was way too early for him to be this awake, the only reason I was awake at all was because he had woken me up when he got out of the bed we were sharing, I am the world's lightest sleeper, even worse than Dean, I swear to God!

"What time is it?" Dean groaned as he rolled on his back, staring at the sealing with a yawn.

"Uh, it's about five forty-five," I answered, not looking up from the screen.

"In the morning?" He whined looking from me to Sam as if we were totally insane.

"Yeah, dumbass. Now get out of bed before I bring out the cold water," I threatened. I had never actually poured cold water on them to wake them up because the threat of it was enough, but one of these days I was sooo going to do it.

"Where does the day go?" Dean joked as he sat up and looked over to Sam, "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."

"Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial."

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." Sam said trying not to make it seem like it was a big deal.

"He didn't sleep at all," I spoke up earning a look from both my brothers, Sam's was a 'thanks for selling me out' look and Dean's was a 'well don't stop talking now' look. "What?" I said to Sam, "I share a bed with you ya moron. I know when you get in and out and I have your breathing pattern memorized for when you do actually sleep," I turned to Dean, "Which is like, never, by the way."

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asked, after nodding his head thanks to me.

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal," Sam shrugged. Like hell it was! He was going to get me killed one of these days then he would be out a little snarky, sassy, smart-assy sister. That's not 'no big deal'

"Yeah, it is. Because I haven't slept since the last time you slept. Which means supper bitchy me," I said, grabbing one of the coffees that he had stacked up.

"Look, I appreciate your concern—" he started, but Dean just cut him off.

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep or asses alive, so we need you sharp." Sam just shrugged again.

"Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" I asked, finally looking up from the laptop screen. I'm a total bitch, I know that, but when it comes to the well-being of my brothers I am a total mother hen.

Sam walked over to Dean, handing him a coffee before sitting on the edge of our bed. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job, man, it gets to you."

"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that," Dean said, as he accepted the coffee.

"So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?" Dean shook his head and Sam turned to look at me. "What about you? You never have nightmares about our line of work?" he asked, I looked back up from the laptop, I must have gone back to it during their conversation without even noticing.

"Sammy I don't sleep frequently enough or long enough, for that matter, to dream." It wasn't a lie, I can't remember the last time I had a dream. I only ever found myself sleeping three or four hours a night for about the past year.

"Never? You're never afraid?" Sam asked us.

"No, not really." Dean answered. Sam looked over to me and I realized he was waiting for an answer.

"Uh, I just don't think about it unless I'm hunting," I replied, "And, seeing as I'm not hiding under the fucking table right now rocking myself back and fourth, I'd say no, not scared. Not this girl."

Sam leaned over and pulled out a .32 from under my pillow, raising his eyebrows at me, "And, I know you have a knife under your pillow, Dean."

"That's not fear. That's precaution," Dean stated, "And put the .32 back under her pillow."

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue," Sam said putting it back under my pillow. Just then Dean's phone started ringing. Who in hell's name is calling at this damn hour? TOO. FUCKING. EARLY!

"Hello?" Dean said answering the phone. "Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?. . . What is it?" Dean asked in his 'something's wrong' voice.
Dean eyed Sam before eying me, I ignored him and got up and grabbed my lighter off the counter. I walked out of the motel room and sat on the curb, taking a pack of cigarettes out of my back pocket. I lit one and started to inhale. I had taken so many drags that it was almost down to the butt before the boys came out, Sam walked over to the Impala and turned to see if Dean was going to unlock it, Dean tossed Sam the keys and sat on the curb next to me. Sam got it the car and started it up, waiting for us.

"This case might bring up memories, or questions. You gonna be okay if we take it?" he asked me as I stubbed out what now was a just nub.

"I'll be fine," I turned and looked at him, "Are you gonna be okay? I know it wasn't a walk in the park back then for you and dad." Dean nodded and looked into the Impala.

"He's gonna find out eventually," he said nodding in Sam's direction.

"I know, let's just hope it's not today. . ." I got up and started walking to the Impala. I turned my head to Dean, "this case better not be stressful; I ran out of my meds."

"Shit," he muttered as he got up and walked with me.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out," Jerry said.

"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam asked, and then looked like something had just accrued to him; he turned to me to speak but before he could some idiot called out.

"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." asshat. Mind your own fucking business, pretty sure you're supposed to be working right now, go back to doing that.

"You weren't there?" he asked me, I looked at Dean, who seemed very uncomfortable. "Where were you?" he questioned. I waved him off, and before he could ask anything else Dean told him to drop it. Jerry continued to yell at the spaz who apparently loved the movie Poltergeist.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking," he turned back to us, "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" he asked Sam. We were walking by this huge ass plane and it was making me nervous just being near it. I have many fears, flying just so happens to be one of them, at least I'm not alone with that though. Dean's scared shitless of them too.

"Yeah, I was. I'm—taking some time off." Sam said, he was throwing me glances every now and then and I could tell he was dying to ask why I wasn't on the hunt. The ass just wasn't going to leave me alone about it.

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time," he turned to me "And as for you he said he couldn't wait till he was done with this job so he could go back to his little girl." This earned me another look from Sam.

"He did?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" he asked. He was now walking backwards, if this dude slipped or tripped over his own feet I will not stop myself from laughing like an idiot, ya know, so long as he isn't really hurt.

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now," Dean answered quickly.

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and Kat. Even trade, huh?" Dean laughed and I wanted to run screaming from the room.

"Nope," I replied at the same time Sam said, "No, not by a long shot." but Jerry just ignored our comments and kept walking with a smile on his face that I honestly couldn't think of any reason why it was there.

"I got something I want you guys to hear," Jerry said as he led us into a small room and Sam and Dean took the only chairs in there so I walked over to Dean, he moved his arms so I could sit on his lap and unlike last time I didn't try to hurt him.

"I listened to this…and, well, it sounded like it was up your alley," Jerry started, as he put a CD in the drive, "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours."

'Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! 2485—immediate instruction...may be experiencing some mechanical failure...' There was a loud whooshing sound before the recording cut out. What the crap was that? It was so weird, it was like the whooshing sound that played was trying to say something to us. We just didn't know what.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh…well, he's pretty broken up about it, like it was his fault."

"You don't think it was?" I asked.

"No, I don't."

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." Sam rattled off like he knew that he could get them already.

"All right," Jerry conformed.

"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage. . . fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance."

Dean frowned before saying that it was no problem.

We got in the car and as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot I knew it was coming. Sam and Dean were talking about going and picking up some new fake ID's and they were arguing about what they were going to pose as. Dean won and Sam quickly turned his attention to me.

"So what was with you waving me off back there when I asked why you didn't hunt the poltergeist with Dean and dad?" Sam finally asked, I saw Dean looking at me in the rearview mirror and nodded his head letting me know I should tell Sam. Fuck it all.

Flashback

I was waiting in my room, sitting on the white sheets that were on the hard bed. I was packing the few items they let me keep here. I was extremely nervous, today I was leaving this fucking prison-well, it wasn't a prison, but it sure as hell felt like one. I scanned the room, knowing I would never see it again. Hopefully. The room had white walls, a small wooden dresser near the bared window that showed the woods that were next to the large structure. The door at the opposite side of the room slowly cracked open and a nurse walked into my room.

"You ready?" she asked looking at my things. I nodded and finished zipping up my duffel bag. She led me out of the room and through the long hallway to the main lobby of the building. I saw Dean sitting in a chair facing the opposite side of the room, I scanned all of the people there; looking for dad, but I didn't see him. I walked over to the row of chairs my brother was sitting at and tapped his shoulder and he looked at me and stood to face me. I raised my head to look at him in the eyes.

"Hey stranger," I said as I buried my face in his chest.

"Hey kiddo," Dean said, he wrapped me in his arms and held me tight. They wouldn't let me see any family for the last couple weeks and it had been killing me. Something about making sure I was stable without them, it was so fucking ridiculous.

"I missed you so much!" I said sounding like a little kid.

"I know kiddo. But hey, look, I brought you something." he said, producing a small wrapped present. When I opened it I found a three heart ring in it. "As long as you wear that know that I love you and I'm never going to leave you." he told me. I put the ring on my finger and wrapped my arms around him; we embraced for a long while before heading back to the Impala to meet up with dad.

"You quit hunting? Why?" he asked, turning around in his seat so that he was looking at me. He knew I would never quit hunting unless some big shit was going down. And big shit had gone down.

"I didn't so much quit as was pulled off the job for a while," I admitted as I looked down at my ring, not wanting to meet my older brother's curious eyes and concerned expression.

"Who would pull you out of hunting? You're such a good hunter," he said honestly surprised.

"Dad did," Dean chimed in "along with Bobby and myself."

I looked up at Dean but he didn't take his eyes off the road. Sam's face grew more concerned. I could tell this all still affected Dean just like it still affected me.

"Why would they do something like that?" Sammy asked, I didn't know if he was asking me or Dean but I could tell that Dean was done talking about this, Great just feed me to the fucking sharks, I thought looking away from Dean and back to my hands.

"Well," I started. I didn't want to have this conversation but I could tell Dean wasn't going to be offering up anymore answers. "It was after you left for school, you had been gone for about seven months and I uh," I looked to Dean pleading with my eyes that he would take over but he shook his head at me telling me he wasn't getting into this again just yet. "We were on a hunt and I…uh…I collapsed." I watched as Sam's eyes grew wider and his brow furrowed together.

"Kat, what happened?" he questioned full of concern and worry. I could tell my stalling was making him anxious but I didn't care I was taking my time with this, it wasn't exactly something you could just blurt out.

"She had stopped eating, that's what happened and when she did eat; when me and dad or even Bobby would force her to, she would just..." I could tell it was just as hard if not harder for him to say it out loud then it was for me. "she would throw up." he said finally said, his eyes never leaving the road.

"Why? Were you sick? What was wrong?" Sam asked, I love the guy and he is one of the smartest people I know, but sometimes he could be such an idiot.

"Anorexia dude, bulimia, eating disorders. Ring a bell?" Dean asked angrily. I could see the light switch on in Sam's eyes. He turned back to me and Dean looked even more stone faced then before.

"And that's what made you collapse?" he asked, his voice was full of concern and for whatever reason I didn't like it. It may have been because HE WASN'T FUCKING THERE! Or maybe because the 'I have to take care of broken Kat' card he had always held with me now belonged to Dean.

"Sorta," I said, Dean finally looked away from the road and gave me a 'keep going' look so I continued. "I uh, I had a minor heart attack." Sam's eyes widened again and I thought he might cry. "But uh, the anxiety attack I was having turned into a panic attack and I hyperventilated and that's what made me pass out." Sam turned around and sat back in his seat, eyes now glued to the road like Dean's.

"And you didn't tell me this why?" he asked quietly, it sounded cold and I knew he didn't really mean for it to but I couldn't help but feel like he was mad or disappointed in me or something.

"Well, you were off at collage and I wasn't talking to you at the time, and you've been dealing with Jess' death. I didn't want to add it to your plate." I confessed looking out my window.

"Add it to my- Kat something like this goes down I need to know!" I knew he was just worried 'bout me but him raising his voice was freaking me out. I needed my meds.

"Dude, calm down," Dean warned glancing over to our brother.

"I'm not going to calm down Dean! How could you guys keep this from me?" he was nearly yelling and I was really starting to freak out.

"No dude, I mean she ran out of her medication for anxiety and I know your new to this but she's about four seconds away from a full on freak out," Dean replied watching me closely in the rearview mirror. Sam looked back at me and without noticing I had curled up to the door pushing myself as far away from Sam as possible. No one said anything the rest of the drive. When Dean got out of the Impala to go into the Copy Shop I got out and sat on the trunk to wait for him. A few seconds later Sam got out of the car and sat next to me. I pulled my second cigarette out of my pocket for the day, I don't normally smoke so much but I was out of my meds and this helped and what just happened in the car was just too much at the moment.

"So, you gonna tell me what started all of this?" he asked, I could see he was worried but I didn't feel like talking. When I didn't continue he did, "Because you're not fat Kat you're-" I groaned at his ignorance. "What's wrong?" he looked a little freaked and looked over to the Copy Shop debating on if he should get Dean or not.

"Sammy, chill out," I sighed and scooted a couple of inches away from him without him noticing, he was making me uncomfortable and I hated it but I knew that as soon as I got a refill on my meds I'd be okay. "I don't think I'm fat," I said taking another drag, he just looked waiting for me to go on, so I did. "When you left I…It…It was like having half of my body ripped from me, I couldn't handle it like dad and Dean could and I guess I just shut down." I felt a tear roll down my cheek but I didn't care, because thankfully I was looking straight ahead so Sam didn't see it.

"Kat, if you missed me so much why didn't you ever pick up when I called?" I could feel the worry boiling off of him and I hated it, it really made me antsy and I just wanted the conversation to be over and for Dean to get out of that place so we could leave.

"Because it hurt Sam, I-" more tears started coming but I bit them back, "Because just hearing your name- no, scratch that- just thinking you're name hurt so bad that…" I took a deep breath, "I never forgave you for leaving, and they told me in rehab that if I was going to move on and even having the chance of being okay that…that I needed to forgive you for leaving but, I just…I can't, not yet. I just- you left me."

"Wait," he said, I could feel his eyes bore into the side of my head. "It was so bad you had to go to rehab?" I couldn't answer that, in fact I didn't need to; he already knew the answer. I threw the rest of my cigarette onto the ground as I slid off the trunk and curled up in the back seat waiting for Dean so that we could leave.

"You've been in there forever." I heard Sam say, so I got out of the car and stretched. Dean held up three ID's.

"You can't rush perfection." Dean said handing each of us a fake ID before taking another look at his.

"Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us. And, are you sure I can pass for this?" I asked, holding up my ID' card.

"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times. And, I don't think they will even think about questioning someone who claims to be Homeland Security." We all piled into the Impala.

"All right, so, what do you got?" Dean questioned, looking at his ID one more time before pocketing it.

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder," he answered receiving an impressed look from Dean.

"Yeah?"

"Listen," Sam said as he played the tape, which had been edited to pull out all the scratchy voice.

"No survivors!" the voice on it says. Creepy.

"'No survivors'? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors," Dean argued.

"Got me," Sam shrugged having no idea what was going on.

"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" I asked. There really wasn't much else it could be. "There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers."

"Mm-hmm."

"Or remember flight 401?" I said, leaning forward and put my chin on the seat next to Sam's shoulder.

"Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights," Dean conformed.

"Right," Sam said remembering, "Maybe we got a similar deal."

"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean asked.

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey," I answered.

"Why him?" he looked at me questioningly.

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." I said sitting back in my seat.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I spoke to his mother. And, she told me where to find him." I replied leaning back against the seat, things were about to get very uncomfortable for me.

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