Hey guys! Sorry it took me a while. I've been reading fanfiction instead go writing them and back when I posted a month or so ago my friend commited suicided so this chapter was kinda too hard for me to look at but I went back today and sucked it up to get this out to you all so I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think!
Things I would like to know
- do you guys think that I still write Kat the same or does she seem different?
-I've been thinking about bringing her eating disorder back for a few chapters but would you guts rather it be when John Winchester dies or sooner than that?
- should Kat be the one to get taken by The Benders?
- how would you feel if I skipped that chapter but still made reference in future chapters about that happened in that episode?
If you could answer these that would be fantastic and I look forward to hearing from you all!
Disclaimer- I only own Kat and her sass, snark, smart-assy ass. Supernatural belongs to the CW
Nightmare on Kat Street
"Get the hell off me Dean." I mumbled, still half asleep. I thrashed around till my hand was flat against his face and I pushed him away.
"Come on Kat," he grabbed my hand and move it away from his face. "we're leaving. Now." I raised my head and looked at the clock. Are you serious? It was nowhere near morning. "Grab your shit and get in the Impala." he was using his 'serious' voice which meant that somewhere in the world shit had just hit the fan.
"Ugh," I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. Feet hitting the cold floor. I cringed and quickly slipped on my boots. We had only just gotten to the motel a couple hours before so I had yet to unpack my stuff, thank God. Less wifi for me. I dragged my feet to the car and laid down in the back. "Where're we going?" I grumbled.
"Don't know yet." Sam mumbled nearly inaudibly. He was clearly on auto pilot like the rest of us.
"Who ya collin?" Dean looked over to Sam trying to see him in the moon light.
"Michigan State Police." he rushed out. He had his laptop open but I couldn't see what was on the screen. "McReady. Detective McReady. Badge number 158. I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need the registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary-Frank-six-zero-three-seven. Yeah okay, just hurry."
"Sammy relax. I'm sure it's just a nightmare." Dean tried and failed to reassure Sam. The look on Sam's face was one of panic and pain.
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"I mean it. Y'know, a normal, everyday, naked-in-class, nightmare. This license plate, it won't check out. You'll see." I smirked. Naked-in-class. That's embarrassing. And I thought the school dream was about showing up in your underwear. But naked? Yikes.
"It felt different Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam was still taking Jessica's death pretty hard. It had already been several months but I knew it was still hard for him a and that it would probably never get any easier.
"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?"
"No." he sighed out.
"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan."
"Dean leave him alone. We've uprooted in the middle of the night many times for you for a lot less of a lead." I mumbled, half asleep, head banging against the window every time we hit a bump in the road or Dean made a sudden turn.
"Yes I'm here." Sam spoke into the phone. Sam listened to the other side of the call for a minute before he glared at Dean and picked up a pen, preparing to write. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." He snapped his phone shut. "Checks out. How far are we?"
"From Saginaw? Coupla hours."
"Drive faster." I'm sure that there was more talk about the dream along the way but I fell asleep in the back seat.
NIGHTMARE ON KAT STREET
After one particularly bumpy patch in the road my head banged on the glass so hard that it gave me a headache and I was sure to have a bruise later, we pulled up by the Miller's house we saw emergency vehicles and a body being taken away on a stretcher that was getting zipped up. I stuck my head up between my brothers shoulders
"Freaky." I mumbled, rubbing at my forehead again. Dean gave me a death glare and Sam just looked at me worriedly. Dean dragged us to the crowd of people and he approached an elderly lady.
"What happened?" he asked the lady.
"Suicide. Can't believe it." was the lady's reply.
"Did you know them?" Sam questioned her as he walked up.
She nodded her head again. "Saw him in church every Sunday at St Augustines. He always seems...seemed," she corrected herself, "so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors." You can say that again. Behind our closed doors there were dozens of different kinds of monsters, guns, knives and machetes, holy water, and Latin versus. Childhood of mysteries and monsters.
"Guess not." Dean never took hid eyes away for the scene in front of us. I wasn't really ever around dead people. Mostly just dead monsters so I didn't know what the appropriate reaction was so I stuck a hand in each of my brothers hands. Sam squeezed mine but Dean barely held it.
"How did...ahh... how are they saying it happened?"
A random woman spoke up from a few feet away, "I heard they found him in the garage, locked inside his car with the engine running." Dean froze, while Sam kept a firm grip on my hand,
"Do you know about what time they found him?"
"Oh it just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family. I can't even imagine what they're going through." when I looked up at the house there was a lady, whom I assume to be the dead guys wife, that was cry hysterically and behind here was a kid a few years older than me, the son? He looks totally distraught but kinda in a weird way. Like maybe that wasn't how he really was feeling?
Sam turns to walk away and since he still had a more firm grip on my hand than Dean he pulled me with him, Dean following soon after. As Dean began to speak, Sam and I leaned against the car. "Sam we got here as fast we we could."
"Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?" I could feel Sam's sadness and I knew that he was thinking about Jessica again.
"So what do you think killed him?" I piped up. After a long conversation ending with Dean coming up with a horrible plan and an evils smirk, the guys finally decided that it was time to grab some food and sleep.
NIGHTMARE ON KAT STREET
The next morning, when Dean rung the door bell, his silver ring reflected the sunlight into my eyes. I slapped a hand over my eyes and started reaching my hand out in front of me repeating, "I'm blind! I'm bliiinnndddeee!" In my best horror movie impersonation. Dean whacked the back of my head while Sam smirked and winked at me. I smirked back at him, his hair was slicked back and it looked ridiculous. He reached up and fixed my head piece, straightening it out. I was a nun. A fucking nun of all things! That's why Dean had an evils smirk planted firmly on his face.
"This has gotta be a whole new low for us." Sam sighed out.
"Yup."I rocked on my heels. "I mean could you have picked an itchier costume? What did they do, stick itching powder all over it?" I was scratching at my neck and chest, trying and failing to relieve the irritation. Dean just exile smirked us again. When a man answers the door Dean is the one to speak and sound like an utter moron. "Even my butt itches." I grumbled, trying my best to scratch through the thick fa rock on my butt. When the door swung open I dropped my hand to my side.
"Good Afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley Pseudonyms and this is sister Kat Rebel." I gave him my 'are you fucking serious!?' look. "We're new junior over at St Augustines. May we come in?" When the man nods we follow him inside. When we are inside Sam acknowledges their loss and pays his respect.
"We're very sorry for your loss." I condoled, channeling my inner angel attitude. It only ever came out when I was forcing it. Otherwise I was just your average sassy, snarky, smartass.
"It's in difficult times like these when the Lord's guidance is most needed." my eyes snapped up to his face. Lady's and gentlemen, the award for Best Bullshit Junior Priest goes to... Dean Winchester!
"Look, you wanna pitch your whole 'Lord has a plan' thing? Fine. Just don't pitch it to me. My brother's dead." well if that ain't a punch in the face than I don't know what is. A lady, whom assume was Ms. Miller, appeared in the doorway.
"Roger. Please!" she seemed horrified at the redness of her brother.
"Excuse me." Roger moved away from the door and left the four of us alone.
"I'm sorry about my brother in law." she said, dismissing his rudeness. "He's...he's just so upset about Jim's death. Would you like some coffee?"
"That would be great." Dean answered as she lead the way for us to enter the house. She lead us into the living room where Dean and I sat on the sofa and Sam took up an arm chair while Ms. Miller poured us each coffee.
"It was wonderful of you to stop by. The support of the church means so much right now." Ms. Miller thanked, putting the coffee pot down.
"Of course. After all we are all God's children." Dean replied. Making me snort into my coffee. When I felt eyes boring into me I lifted my dad to see three pairs of eyes staring at me.
"Carful, coffees hot." was my defense. Ms. Miller got up and walked away and Dean immediately took more cocktail sausages from the coffee table. Chewing contentedly, till he looked up at my disgusted face and Sam shaking his head in the negative as if he can't believe what he's seeing.
"What?" his mouth was full and little bits of food flew out when he spoke. I squirmed I my seat, trying to relieve the itch on my ass.
"Just...tone it down a little bit, Father." when Ms. Miller returned Dean quickly swallowed the rest of the chewed up food that remained in his mouth.
"So Ms Miller, did you husband have a history of depression?"
"Nothing like that." she began to get upset and flustered at the thought of him taking his own life. "We had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy." instead of showing more anger she broke down and started crying. "I just don't understand...how Jim could do something like this!" she said, between sobs.
"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that." Sam leaned forwards to be closer to her
"Actually, our son Max," she jest urged to the boy behind her, the same boy from the night before, "he was the one who found him." he was sitting in the dinning room, tucked away from the crowed in a corner. Staring at nothing.
"Do you think it'd be okay if I talked to him?" I questioned, setting my coffee down.
"Oh yes, please. Go right ahead sister." I got up and made my way into the other room where Max was sitting.
"Hey Max, I'm Kat." his only way of showing me that he knew I was there was by quickly flickering his eyes in my direction when I sat in the chair next to him.
"So what was your Dad like?"
"Just a normal Dad."
"You're in college, right?" he nodded his head. "So what ya doin' home?"
"Trying to save up for school but it's hard."
"So I uh... I heard that you're the one that found your dad. You wanna talk about it?" he didn't give me an answer but instead went ahead and started speaking.
"I woke up, I heard the engine running." he paused for a few heartbeats. "I don't know why he did it."
"I know it's rough, losing a parent. Especially when you don't have all the answers." I put my hand of his shoulder and he looked up at me.
"You lost a parent too?" I nodded and dropped my hand back into my lap.
"Yeah, my mom. She died when I was a baby." I saw Dean walk into the hallway and checked around to see who was seeing him. "Will you excuse me?" phenomenon made a 'go ahead' gesture with his arm and I left to follow Dean.
"Hey, find anything?" I asked once I had caught up with him.
"Nope." After that we excused ourselves from the house, with Dean saying something about needing to go to chapel and seek our Father. Once we were back at the room and everyone had changed, thank god, I plopped down on one of the beds and watched some old Disney movie that was nearly over. Dean was cleaning his weapons and Sam had disappeared while I was in the shower scrubbing the itchies away.
"What do you have?" Dean asked Sam as soon as he walked back ino the room fifteen minutes later.
"A whole lotta nothing. Nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it was built." I rolled over to my back and groaned. Loudly.
"What's wrong with you sour puss?"
"There's little really NOTHING on TV worth watching. This is miserable. Isn't there another motel we could have stayed at?" but Dean ignored me, just going back to the conversation he was having with Sam.
"What about the land?" Sam sat on the bed and his weight made it dip and I slipped till I knocked into him. He gave me a look like I was crazy and I grumbled about 'gigantica sittin on my bed and ruining the bed with his Big Foot ass making it a sinking ship'. But he just rolled his eyes at me as I clawed the comforter, trying my best to get away from him and the sinking ship.
"No grave yards, battle fields, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property."
"Hey man I told you, I searched that house up and down. No cold spots, sulfer scent. Nada."
"There should be a website where people post shit that happens that could potentially lead to a haunting. Oh and they should post the address too. But I guess then people would gut a lot of unwanted visitors, huh?" Sam scoffed at me.
"And the family said everything was normal?" He asked, turning back to Dean.
"Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing."
"Maybe they're just stupid or somethin'. People are stupid, right?"
"I doubt it. So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?" Dean shrugged.
"I dunno. I'm pretty sure there's nothing supernatural about that house." Sam began to rub his temples like he was just hit with a headache from all the thinking he had been doing.
"Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house." he sucked in a breath and held his head. What a headache. "Maybe it's just...Gosh, " me moved his hand to his forehead "...maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?" I climbed over to him and grabbed his shoulder, Dean too was now on alert.
"What's wrong with you?"
Sam cried out and slid off the bed onto the floor. "Ahh. My head."
"Sam? Hey," Dean came over to us and crouched down in front of Sam. "Hey! What's going on? Talk to me." Sam stared of into space with a look that told Dean and I that he wasn't seeing the motel room anymore.
"It's happening again. Something's gunna kill Roger Miller."