I stood scowling just inside the entrance of a cave. It couldn't have been even five in the morning, yet I was there with my disheveled hair and clothes that had been haphazardly throw on,
"See anything Kay?" Dean asked me as he walked towards me from where he had been, deeper inside of the cave.
I shook my head, I hadn't seen anything, but that also could have been because I didn't really want to go all that far into the cave. I was trying not to let my claustrophobia stop me from doing my job on this hunt. It hadn't disabled me completely, but it was making it damn hard to get anything done,
"Sorry, I haven't seen anything other than leaves, dirt and my own breath. It's freezing!"

Dean didn't respond, he was deeply involved in looking for anything that would point us in the right direction, as was Sam. I took a deep breath and walked further into the cave, trying to tell myself that the walls would not collapse and kill me.

I began looking around for signs of a supernatural presence just like the two Winchesters, I had no idea if I would recognize a clue if I saw one, unless that clue ended up being Big Foot's footprint. No matter how helpful finding that footprint would be, it was beyond highly unlikely.

We spent a long time walking deeper into the cave as it steadily grew narrower. The only thing that stood between us and the velvety darkness that threatened to drown me was a flashlight Sam had brought with him. I slid my fingers between Dean's as we walked, I was so scared I could barely thing straight but I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it,
"You're pretty freaked out, eh?" Dean whispered to me
Okay, maybe I wasn't hiding it as well as I thought I was.

It's pretty funny that I'm scared of so many things and my chosen profession is fighting the things that scare other people. Maybe in a way I'm trying to protect others from feeling the fear that had always had such a tight grip on my life. On the other hand maybe I was just hunting because it had kind of fell into my lap and I was pretty good at it.

We stopped for a few moments, Sam scanning the cave's floors with the yellow beam coming from the flashlight, slicing through the shadows. I unlinked my fingers from Dean's and wandered to stand beside Sam,
"You noticing the fact that we haven't found a single thing that even gave us the smallest hint as to what is going on here?"
Sam shrugged,
"I know. I know. But I feel like there's something here and we'll find it, soon."
"Yea we better," I mumbled, "'cause I'm so cold I can barely see straight."
I turned to face Dean who was standing a couple feet away from us, deeper into the cave. I had been giving Dean a warm smile when I saw a rather large outline of a dark figure emerge from behind him and lunge forward.

My legs were glued to the spot as I watched the events unfold, Sam jumped towards Dean as the creature came down on him. This was more than just a clue, this was the real deal and I had no idea what I could do to hurt it. Sam's body connected with Dean and sent the eldest Winchester flying into the cave wall with enough force to render him unconscious. Before I knew it, Sam was laying flat on his back with the creature's massive claws deep into the flesh of his chest. Out of the darkness I could see it's eyes turn a horrible green, and I launched myself in it's direction, hitting it hard enough to force it to stumble back, but it pulled it's self together quickly and attacked.

Its claws stabbed me hard in the left shoulder and I let out a scream of agony before I had the sense to grab my pistol from the waistband of the jeans I was wearing, and fire the entire clip into it. It let out a horrible scream unlike anything I had ever heard.

I ran to Sam and placed two fingers on his pulse point, not leaving his side until I felt his heart beating. It was beating at a ridiculous pace, but that wasn't shocking since the trauma his body had endured. There was blood coating the light brown sweater he was wearing. I crawled over to Dean's side as I felt a steady stream of blood trickle down from my shoulder and saw it pool on the ground in front of me, clearly the wound to my shoulder was considerably more serious that I had previously given it credit for.

My sight had deteriorated to only tunnel vision as I was attempting to wake Dean; there was a substantial about of blood seeping out of a gash across his face from where his head had slammed into the unforgiving cold rock of the cave's walls.
I pulled out my cell phone to call 911 when I realized that there was no service, we were in the middle of the woods. I let out a string of vicious curses as I threw the phone against the cave wall and watched it shatter into a million pieces. Sam was bleeding out and I knew Dean had hit his head with some serious force; my only option was to get them out of there myself.

I stood up on two shaky legs and slowly began half carrying and half dragging Sam towards the head of the trail that we had followed to get to this point in the woods. I was deeply thankful for the fact that it had only taken us fifteen minutes of a walk to get to the caves, it meant that it would be near forty-five minutes before I could get Sam to help. It worried me that I would be leaving Dean alone during that time, but I also knew that if Sam died, part of Dean would die too and there would be no way for him to forgive me for that.

I pulled Sam along with all my strength for as long as I could bear the pain of my shoulder. I collapsed back onto the pine needles that coated the forest floor, my teeth clenched against the agony shooting through my entire body.

I have no idea how long I laid there before I heard footsteps, and then a voice,
"Miss?"
I turned to see a man standing over me with a hiking pack strapped to his back and hiking poles in his hands, this guy was dedicated,
"Are you okay?" he asked
I knew how it must have looked to someone who was just walking by, I was bleeding from my shoulder, and Sam was lying unconscious beside me and was bleeding from various wounds in his chest.
I was grateful as hell to see this man,
"Thank God!" I exclaimed, "I need you to help me. This man has been seriously injured and I need you to get him back to the head of trails and call an ambulance. Tell them that we have two unconscious men and we need immediate medical attention. Understand?"
He nodded his head as he tried to take everything in,
"But you're bleeding. Are you sure you should go back alone?"
I shook my head impatiently; I didn't have time to explain to this man what was truly going on,
"What's your name?"
"Brian."
"Okay, Brian, there is something big and bad going down and it's not safe for you. This man is going to bleed to death if you don't get him to help. His brother, my boyfriend, has had a serious blow to the head. If either of them don't get medical attention, and mean now, they will die. I can knock you out so you won't be in my way or you can lend a hand. Now either go away or help me."

Without another word he lifted Sam with an impressive lack of difficulty. He gave me a glance and then began walking towards the head of trails.
I took off back towards Dean at a speed that I had never been able to reach on any of my runs over the years; adrenaline was the best kind of performance enhancer.

When I returned back to the cave Dean was beginning to come into consciousness. I rushed to him and kneeled at his side,
"Dean? Can you hear me?"
He groaned and his eyes fluttered open,
"Kay," he said in a weak voice, "what the hell happened?"
I shook my head has I helped him to his feet and supported a lot of his weight as we started walking up the trail,
"I'll explain it all later, I promise."

It took us on the outer edge of thirty minutes to make it back to the head of trails. As we were arriving, three ambulances were pulling into the parking lot and I could see paramedics were rushing to the hiker who was with Sam and another set ran to Dean and I.

They helped Dean onto a stretcher and then another one started leading me towards a stretcher of my own. Up until then I had been running on pure adrenaline, but now that the panic was mostly over, my body was recognizing how much blood it has lost and my legs were like Jell-O. I had torn a chunk of my t-shirt and wrapped it tightly around my shoulder. It had been better than just letting it bleed freely, but since I had tied it on with one arm and in a hurry it was far from a professional job. My tunnel vision had returned as I was being loaded into one of the ambulances I looked up at a young, female paramedic with dark brown hair and kind eyes,
"I don't care what happens." I said in a stubborn voice, which was pretty weak considering how close to passing out I was, "You treat them first. Understand?"
She smiled at me in a way that I could tell that she wasn't taking me seriously. She placed an oxygen mask over my face, and before I knew it, the little energy I had left was slipping away and everything faded into darkness.