Now you get your answer, now we will see what happens with Kate and Dean.

Thanks to my two reviewers, EmSyd and Babyhilts, you guys are the best

Chapter 5: The Truth

Sam was in the parking lot waiting in the truck for Eve to come back before they headed back to the motel with John. His father was quiet and it took Sam a little while to figure out why.

"He'll be alright, Dad," he said quietly, trying to reassure him.

"Yeah, I know, it's just that someday we'll have to tell him the truth and I'm starting to realise how hard this is going to be."

"Eve can handle him, she's very good..." he gasped in pain.

"Sam?" He heard his Dad ask as he was catapulted into a vision.

Dean was in his bed in the room of the hospital. A nurse was standing over him, her face was obscured from his immediate vision and it was only as she leant towards his brother that he realised that it was Kate the vampire that he was seeing. She was close to Dean now and his brother had seen the second set of teeth descend. His eyes were wide and horrified and he clearly had no idea what it was that she wanted from him. As she leant in to feed the door opened and Eve appeared in the doorway. She yelled, furious and afraid and made a move to confront the vampire. The fight was short and ugly and the outcome was worse. Eve had no idea how to deal with vampires and Kate quickly overwhelmed her as Dean struggled to rise from his bed to go to her aid. Then Eve was dead, her life taken from her and Kate moved back towards Dean.

Sam shot out of the vision almost as quickly as he had entered it, hearing his dad calling his name over and over.

"I'm fine, Dean and Eve, they need us, it's a Vampire, Kate, she's come for Dean." Sam had never seen his father move so fast as he did in that moment. He was out of the car and going through the trunk before Sam had even had time to process the thought or the vision fully. He followed his dad as he went back towards the hospital, handing Sam a machete as he tucked his own into his coat. They were past reception and at the door into Dean's room in minutes and as they entered Sam could tell that they were seconds from being too late. Kate was bent over Eve, coming in for the kill as Dean struggled to get out of bed. Sam did not think. He pulled out the machete and came up behind Kate, who turned to look up at him as she detected his scent. Then the machete swung down and the head rolled off her shoulders before the body began to disintegrate. He stood over Eve for a moment longer before offering her his hand and helping her up.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly. "I seem to be making a habit of this." Sam smiled at her. "How did you know?" He sat heavily in a chair, the mad dash to the room and the vision having taken their toll.

"I had a vision."

"Vision?" Eve questioned and he remembered that he had never told her about them, to his surprise, Dean was silent.

"Yeah, I get them sometimes, they can be quite useful. I saw her come after you and Dean, I saw you lose and, well, we came to your rescue." He looked at Dean, his brother looked like he was going to be sick. "You ok?"

"Vampire? Visions? Was this what you meant earlier, Eve?" She limped over to the bed, nodding as she did so.

"This is what we were raised to do, we hunt evil things, vampires, demons, angry spirits, stuff like that."

"Why?"

"I think that John is best qualified to tell you. It was his quest." The look that she leveled towards the man that called himself his father was challenging to say the least, though Dean could also see a hint of anger there as well and he was reminded of the way that Sam had spoken to the man the first time that he had seen them.

"What the hell's going on?" He demanded of him. "Why is it best that you tell me?"

"Thanks, Eve," John muttered. She grinned up at him as he started to explain. "It's because of your mother. The thing that killed her."

"You told me that she was killed in a fire! You lied to me!"

"We did it to protect you, Dean. We had no idea how you would react and we wanted to see if you got your memory back. She did die in the fire, but she was dead before that. She was on the ceiling, her stomach slashed open, above Sam's crib. The fire started just after I found her and I've spent the rest of the time up until now hunting for the thing that did it and anything else that might hurt anyone." He stopped, not wanting to tell Dean about their disastrous encounter with the thing nearly three months ago, the mental scars were still there, the things that the demon had said to Dean, things that it had ripped from John's mind. The bitter disappointment that he had felt when neither of his son's had done their duty and shot the thing that possessed him, even though Dean had been so sure and he had ordered Sam, almost begged him, to kill him and take the thing with him. He felt Eve's eyes on him, they were so pale now as to be almost silver and her face held an expression somewhere between compassion and pity. She looked at Dean.

"Love makes you do some pretty stupid things. Your love for your family means that you would go to the ends of the earth for them, probably even kill for them for all that I know..." John gagged slightly on that one. Neither he nor Sam had told her that Dean actually had killed anyone, they had no idea how she would react.

"Would you love me if I had?" He asked in reply, seeing John's face as she had spoken and knowing, without a single doubt, that he had, in fact, killed someone.

"Of course I would," she glanced nervously at John as she said it but the older man seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Something similar to relief flashed across her face briefly then she smiled at him. "You need to get some sleep. We'll come back tomorrow."

Sorry, it's quite short and nt much of an ending, but stay with me, things will begin to make sense, like why Sam is able to have visions about Eve when they seem to be tied to the other kids like him. It WILL make sense. Again, please R&R

Artemis