Chapter 3:

While driving through the crowded San Francisco streets, Sam and Dean we're a little taken back, from the abundance of small towns they usually "work" in.

Dean had a little difficulty locating a small, affordable motel in the big city, but like always, Dean managed. After finding one they preceded to the local police department, where Dean flirted with Josie, the polite officer on duty, under the alias of "Frederic Mercury". While Sam was getting the victim's files under the alias of "Brian May".

One thing San Francisco had in common with small-town America was that the cops were dim and musically challenged, normally this would upset Dean, if it wasn't so damn convenient in their line of work.

After getting the files (and Josie's number) our protagonists returned to hotel to look over their files, try to find a connection between them, and then cross-check they're COD (cause of death) with John's journal.

With no luck at 10:00, Dean decided to go to the bar across the street to meet Josie.

"I'm going to the bar, wanna come? They'll be hot chicks."

"No, Dean, we've got work to do, you can't just go gallivanting about whenever you please."

"Dude, you really need to loosen up and get a life."

"You really need to shut up!"

"You're sad." and with a slight shake of his head, Dean left, not hearing Sam mumble under his breath "Prick".

It was already past 1 A.M and Sam didn't expect Dean back till morning with a grin on his face and hangover, no doubt, Sam was bored researching, so he left the room to stretch his legs, and maybe get a few beers at the bar if it was still open.

He liked going without his coat, he liked the familiar heat of California. While walking towards the direction of the bar, noticing the odd young woman singing and dancing at the bus stop, but he vaguely recognized the song she was singing, so he walked over to her to ask her what it was.

Apparently she didn't notice him walking over to him, he was two feet away from her and she was singing and banging her head, making her long, green hair fly with her head.

"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

Then someone will say what is lost and can never be saved

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

Tell me I'm the only one

Tell me there's no other one

Jesus was the only son

Tell me I'm chosen one

Jesus was an son for you..."

He couldn't help but laugh at how she reminded him of Dean with her head-banging and air guitar, and he off-key singing. Evidently she heard him, because she immediately stopped, took out her headphones and turned towards him.

She was very short, and looked like she couldn't be more than 20, she had many ear piercing, and more piercing on her nose, lip, and eyebrow, but what struck him was her eyes, big and blue, he couldn't help but stare, he could tell that she was very smart and she had the look of someone who was driven crazy through extreme cases, he could tell, he saw a lot of those people "on the job".

"Can I help you?" She asked, a little out of breath, but not embarrassed. When she opened her mouth, he could see something shiny in her mouth, no doubt, another piercing.

Sam was blushing a little that she noticed him staring at her; she was very pretty, for a crazy person.

"I-I-I-I was wondering. What song are you listening to? I've heard it somewhere."

She smiled

"I see you're a Smashing Pumpkins fan, the song is "Bullet with butterfly wings." She took out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Kate."

"Sam." He said simply, and shook her small hand. "Know if the bar over there is closed?"

"Yeah it is." She said while looking through her pockets, taking out a pack of cigarettes, and taking one out.

Something about this girl drew Sam to her; he needed to talk to her more.

"So what are you doing out here alone?" He asked sheepishly.

Pointing at the bus stop. "Waiting for the bus, no one at the party I was at was going in my direction, and I'm in no condition to drive." She lit her cigarette and sat down on the bench, Sam sat down on the bench beside her.

He was still staring quizzically at his odd acquaintance as she looked back at him. With a big smile on her face, she was toying with him.

"You think I'm weird don't you?"

A little taken back, he knew he couldn't lie to her, but couldn't lie to her.

"I've never met anyone brave enough to sing and dance in the streets and then talk to the strange man she just met, besides, I have a high tolerance for weird."

She took another drag of her cigarette; Sam watched the smoke dance around her mouth.

"Well, thank you for being blunt, but consider this...It's the middle of the night, there is no one around, I'm not sober, and you don't come off as 'creepy stalker guy'"

They both laughed at this, then her eyes shot open and her face had a sudden air of seriousness,

"Sam, I think we should go back to your motel room."

"That's a little foreword." He said, then realizing something.

"I didn't tell you I had a room at the motel."

With fear in her voice she said, "Listen, we can play twenty questions later, but we have to get back to your room. Fast!"

She grabbed his arm, and with surprising strength, pulled him towards the motel, looking back nervously.

The van from earlier sped towards the two and stopped in front of them. Kate pulled Sam around it.

"What the hell?"

Immediately 4 hooded men leapt out of the van, one punching Sam in his kidney, he grunted, spun around and punched his attacker in the face, spun around again to be greeted with a punch to the face, sending him falling back, holding his face, the man that he punched earlier kicked him in the face, sending him to the black of unconsciousness.

While this was going on, Kate was putting up a surprising fight against their unknown assailants, but she had a height and strength disadvantage, and performing a "Bear claw" on one of the attackers, she was hit over the head with a tire iron.

"Bring them both, the master will be pleased."

The hooded figures loaded their prisoners into the van and tied their feet and hands behind their backs.