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I need to catch up with Supernatural. I missed a few episodes, and then I forgot to watch them, so now I'm way behind. I think season 10 is almost over. Only two more episodes left or something like that. I think I'm just going to wait until the season is over and then catch up. It'll be easier.

Moving on… here is the new chapter!

~VDS~

When Katherine had finally woken up, she found herself to be in an unfamiliar bedroom. She sat up slowly, looking around in confusion. The last thing she remembered was walking for miles on the side of some deserted backroad, feeling what little energy she had being seeped away under the glaring heat of the sun, eventually sending her spiraling into unconsciousness.

Where the hell am I…? Katherine wondered as she rose from the bed. She walked across the room to the window – the floorboard creaking underneath her feet – and pushed aside the curtains. Her brows furrowed in confusion; there was a thick line of salt across the windowsill.

"Weird." Katherine muttered, letting the curtains fall shut. She turned around and immediately paused, noticing red lines painted on the wooden flooring, stretching out from underneath the carpet by the end of the bed. Frowning slightly, Katherine kneeled down and rolled the carpet up, revealing a lot of unusual sigils. They looked familiar to Katherine, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them. "Whoever owns this house is a freak…"

Katherine's head snapped up suddenly; she could hear the sound of creaking floorboards and a set of approaching footsteps. Acting quickly, Katherine rolled the carpet back into its original position, stood up, and looked around the room, spotting a closet a few feet away from her. Quietly as she could, Katherine rushed across the room and pulled open the closet door, slipping inside and leaving the door open just enough so she could peek through the crack.

It was a man with dark blonde hair who entered the room, though Katherine couldn't see his face because his back was to the closet. Just as the man was about to turn around, most likely to check the room for her, Katherine quickly pushed open the closet door – before she could talk herself out of it – and launched herself at him.

"Shit!" The man cursed, managing to grab Katherine's wrists in a tight hold, effectively stopping her from attempting to rake her fingernails across his face. His green eyes were full of amusement and he was grinning at her. "Nice try, Princess."

"Let go of me!" Katherine snapped, struggling to pull herself away from him.

"I don't think so. You just tried to claw my face off."

Katherine spat in his face and, using his surprise to her advantage, kicked him down below. He grunted in pain, releasing his hold on her. Grinning in victory, Katherine spun on her heel and took off running out of the room into the hallway.

"Bobby! She's running!"

Blocking her way to the staircase was an older man wearing a dirty, old baseball cap. Katherine assumed this was the "Bobby" that the blonde handsome man had shouted for.

"Get out of my way." Katherine demanded.

"Just calm down," the older man – Bobby, Katherine reminded herself – said calmly, holding his hands up. "We aren't going to hurt you."

"She's crazy, Bobby." Katherine glanced over her shoulder to see the handsome man leaning against the doorframe. He was glaring at her as he spoke. "And you can't reason with crazy."

"Shut it, Dean." Bobby ordered the handsome man, and then he returned his attention back to Katherine. "Ask any question and we'll answer it."

Katherine looked between Bobby and the other man, now identified as Dean, and asked, "How did I get here?"

"I brought you here." Dean answered. "You were unconscious on the side of the road."

"See, we are just trying to help you." Bobby told her.

Slowly, Katherine's tense stance relaxed. It seemed that, so far, she didn't have anything to worry about. These people – Bobby and Dean – didn't want to harm her; they had only merely tried to help her. They weren't minions of Klaus sent to kidnap her, or enemies that she had made in the past 500 years.

Bobby seemed to notice that Katherine had relaxed and carefully took a step towards her. "The bathroom is right there." He informed her, gesturing to a door that was just behind him on the left. "You can get cleaned up, and I'll leave a change of clothes outside the bathroom door." He gave her a reassuring look. "Once you're all freshened up, we can all settle down for a talk. How does that sound?"

Katherine bit her lip. She was very dirty and smelly, having not showered for few days, and she could practically feel the layer of filth on her skin. Finally, after almost a full minute of remaining silent, she spoke, "Okay… That sounds good…"

Bobby stepped aside, letting Katherine pass by him and head into the bathroom. She looked back at Bobby and Dean before closing the bathroom door.

~VDS~

The sound of the shower turning on could be heard from outside the bathroom door. Bobby walked down the hallway to his bedroom, returning a few minutes later holding a stack of folded clothes. He set them down in front of the bathroom door.

Dean grinned. "Bobby, I didn't know that you had a fetish for wearing girls' clothes."

"They are some of Karen's old clothes." Bobby said dryly before turning his back on Dean and walking away.

Great… Dean winced at his own idiocy as he followed Bobby down the staircase. He should have guessed, but he often forgot that Bobby had been married before.

"I don't trust her." Dean stated, trying to change the subject as he and Bobby entered the library. "She tried to claw my face off with her nails… and then she kicked my precious cargo."

"Stop being an idjit." Bobby practically snapped at Dean, sitting down in his comfortable and worn-out chair. "That girl just woke up in a strange, unfamiliar place with two men. Of course she is going to be afraid and startled."

Dean sat down in one of the chairs in front of Bobby's desk. He was scowling. "Th –"

"You would've done the same thing, boy." Bobby cut Dean off right away. "We'll just have to right and see what the girl has to say."

~VDS~

After stepping out of the shower, Katherine felt a lot better. She was clean, didn't smell funny anymore, and now that her face wasn't covered in smudges of dirt, she could actually see it clearly.

Katherine opened the bathroom door and peeked out into the hallway. No one was out there, but there was a pile of folded clothes set on the floor, just as Bobby had promised her. She grabbed them and closed the door.

The clothes consisted of a pair of jeans, a simple flowing white shirt, and a pair of black socks. Katherine assumed she would have to wear her own bra and panties, though she didn't mind. She wasn't fond of the idea of wearing someone else's undergarments.

Katherine dried her hair as well as she could with a towel, and then she changed into the clothes. There was no hairbrush for her to use; the only thing Katherine could find was a men's hair comb, and that definitely wouldn't go through her thick and long brown hair. Sighing in frustration, Katherine had to settle for combing through her hair with her fingers, which didn't do much good.

Looking in the mirror, Katherine deemed herself to be as decent looking as she could get in this situation. She opened the bathroom door, stepped out into the hallway, and headed down the hall to the staircase. She made her way down to the main floor, following the sound of Bobby and Dean's quiet talking.

Katherine found them in what looked to be a living room converted to a library. There were plenty of bookcases and shelves that were overflowing with copious amounts of books. There was large desk with a scratched surface and a nicely, worn-out chair placed behind it. In front of the desk, there were two old chairs. A couch was placed by the window overlooking the side yard and there were two or three little tables pressed against the walls of the room. Katherine also noted that there was a line of salt across the windowsills down here as well, and the same sigils that were underneath the bedroom carpet were down here in the library, too.

When she had entered the room, Bobby and Dean had stopped their conversation, glancing over in her direction. Obviously, they had been talking about something important… something which that didn't want her to know about. That only made Katherine want to find out what it was.

"You're all nicely cleaned up." Bobby told her.

Dean looked her over from head-to-toe, nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah," Katherine muttered, stepping further into the room.

Bobby gestured to the couch. "Sit down. I think it is time that we talk…"

~VDS~

Okay, that's it for this chapter. I'm not going to be making super-long chapters. To me, when I make long chapters, I feel like I'm dragging them on. Sometimes, I will have long chapters if I don't want to drag something on into another one.

And Katherine won't be meeting Crowley yet. I want to build a relationship between her and the Winchesters, because I need her to feel like she can trust them and go to them for help.

Anyways, that is it for now. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.