So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes

Sam walked into the house and sighed. He knew it was really late, so late it really qualified more as early morning, but he had needed to clear his head and get his thoughts together. He had dropped Sandy off at her place and just started walking around the town. He had found a bar and had a couple of drinks trying to figure out how it was that this Jared guy had gotten so damn lucky while he, Sam Winchester had basically gotten the shaft in life. He leaned against the door and wondered why it was Jared got to have the great life, the great girl and friends like Kat who do anything for him, while he, Sam had gotten a shitty a life, a dead girlfriend and no friends except for his brother.

He walked into the living room wanting to sit down and relax. He stopped when he saw Kat lying on the couch a book open on her chest as she slept. He frowned a little wondering why she was sleeping out in the living room when she should have been in bed with Dean. He walked over to the couch and sat on the edge of it. He took the book out of her hands and grabbed the throw blanket on the back of the couch. He gently covered her smiling when she rolled over and snuggled close to the back of the couch. He sighed and got up. He looked down at her and had to smile. He hoped that she would be good for Dean. He also hoped that she wouldn't get hurt after all this was over and done with. He really cared about her and he didn't want to see her hurt for anything.

He went to walk away but stopped when he saw the title of the book she had been reading. He frowned and looked around the room. He looked down at the coffee table and found another book. He grabbed that one as well and read the title. He swore and wondered how he had missed it. He looked down at Kat sleeping peacefully and wondered how it was she had fooled them. He should have known that she was a witch that was the only explanation.

"Fuck," he muttered as he carried the books out of the room. He had no intention of telling Dean about this. He could handle it himself. He would confront Kat on his own. He didn't want his brother to know that he had been sharing his bed with a witch these past weeks. Dean had enough to deal with without that knowledge. No, Sam would handle it; he would get Kat to send them back home and then he would tell Dean... Maybe.

***

Jensen wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed. He stopped shovelling dirt from the grave and took a long deep breath. He wished that it was cooler outside. He was hot and muggy and knew that it was from all the digging. He turned and saw that Jared had stopped digging as well. Jared looked at him with a smile on his face. Jensen knew what he was thinking. This was a hellva lot harder when they had to do it themselves then it was to just shovel a couple of shovel full of dirt after the prop people had set up the shot.

"Still think this was a good idea?" Jared asked brushing his wet hair from his forehead.

"Definitely. This is the best workout I have had in weeks," Jensen said smiling.

"You know, there are gyms that offer a workout that is just as good."

"Yeah, but come on the scenery is to die for."

Jared moaned and shook his head. Sometimes he wondered how much acting Jensen was doing when he played Dean; sometimes it seemed like the line where Jensen the person ended and Dean the character began got blended. Kat continuously bugged Jensen about it making jokes and even going as far as the prank call him for an entire day, every hour on the hour asking him "What would Dean Winchester Do?". He went back to digging smiling at the memory. He knew that deep down inside, Katerina knew that Jensen was completely different from Dean. Jared knew that he was completely different from Sam; at least he hoped he was. Just sometimes, it was hard not to let a little bit of yourself into your character.

"So, whatcha you thinking about, Jared?" Jensen asked tossing a shovel full of dirt over his shoulder.

"The time Kat called you every hour asking you what would Dean Winchester do. If I remember correctly she carried it on into the night too."

"Yeah, Danneel didn't think that that was funny. Do you realize how hard it is to hold a sleep deprived murderous woman back from killing one of your closest friends?"

"No, I don't. Sandy never wants to kill Kat. In fact they went shopping together."

"Dude, you know what that means."

Jensen smiled when he saw Jared stop and whirl around to face him. He could see fear in his friend's eyes. He stopped again and looked at his friend in the eyes. He put an innocent look on his face as he watched Jared sweat even more.

"It means that they're friends... Right?"

"Oh yeah, it also means Kat probably knows how you are in bed."

"WHAT?!"

"Shhh, dude, do you want to cops to show up!"

"No way... Sandy wouldn't... Not to Kat... No."

"Jared, man chill. I was messing with you."

"Dude, that was so not funny."

"Yeah, yeah. Get back to digging."

"Really, Jensen. That was so not funny."

Jensen rolled his eyes and went back to shovelling. He heard Jared muttering as he went back to shovelling as well. They shovelled for a few more minutes, Jensen starting to hum a Jason Manns song to himself while Jared mentally thought as of all the ways he was going to get Jensen back for that little joke of his. They both stopped what they were doing when Jared's shovel hit something. Jared turned and looked at Jensen. Jensen tossed his shovel aside and kneeled down. He brushed the dirt away from and saw the coffin beneath their feet. He looked up at Jared.

"So, you want to open it or should I?" he asked.

"By all means, Jensen, you can be the one to open the coffin with the dead decomposing body in it."

Jared watched as Jensen opened the top section of the coffin. Jared wrinkled his nose when the acidy smell came his way. He covered his mouth and watched as Jensen bolted up. Jared shook his head and saw Jensen gagging then coughing. Jensen looked at Jared his eyes watering.

"This one is ripe," he said in between his coughs.

"Dude, that is gross."

"Not as gross as he looks. Grab the lighter fluid, let's toast this sucker."

Jensen climbed out of the grave along with Jared. They tossed their shovels aside. Jared grabbed the lighter fluid from the bag and emptied the entire bottle into the grave. Jensen pulled the matches out his pocket and lit them and tossed them into the grave. They both stood there and watched as the body burned up. Jensen sighed and looked at Jared. Jared looked at him and nodded. They were both thinking the same thing; if Sam didn't figure out what Kat was then this was going to be their life from that moment on. This life seemed lonely and destined to end in sacrifice and death.

***

Dean walked into the kitchen still half asleep. He stopped when he saw Kat standing at the sink looking out the window. He thought she looked beautiful in the morning. However, that morning she was wearing a sad look on her face. Dean watched as a tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away. He suddenly felt an ache in his heart; Kat was keeping something from him. He wondered how long she had been hiding something from him and why he hadn't noticed before. He usually picked up on things like that. He watched as she sipped her coffee and looked at her bracelet. He suddenly knew why she had been able to hide her feelings from him; he had let her. He had stopped being on edge and watchful waiting for the next demon to jump him and Sam or a spirit to come and crash his happiness. He had let his guard down and Kat had been suffering in silence. He also had a good idea about why she hadn't told him anything; deep down inside, she didn't trust him with her feelings. She shared a bed with him, laughed with him but she wouldn't let him dry her tears. He felt anger rise inside of him as he knew that she would probably have no problem with Jensen holding her as she cried.

Kat looked outside at the great view Jared had without really seeing it. All that was running though her mind was what she had read in the books. She was a natural witch from a long line of witches. The books had explained that to be a natural witch both parents had to have powers or carry the witch gene as they called it. Kat felt so betrayed that her father, the one person she had always thought loved her above and beyond anything else, hadn't told her of her powers. He had instead given her a charm that would hide her powers from her and anyone else making her normal. She had also figured out thanks to the books that her father must have bound her mother's powers. To bind the powers of a natural witch for too long was to risk serious permanent damage. Kat thought this could explain her mother's craziness. Kat suddenly wished that her mother had succeeded all those years ago in trying to kill her. She didn't want any of this, she had never asked for it. She looked at the cup of her coffee in her hand. She was angry. She turned and tossed it into the wall. She then felt Dean's strong arms around her a moment later. She fought herself against the urge to just break down and cry.

"Kitten, what's wrong?... And don't say nothing, I'm not an idiot, I can see you're hurting," he asked his breath warm on the back of her neck as he held her body tight against his.

"It doesn't matter. It's not something you can fix," she answered wishing she could tell him but she knew him; she knew his feelings about witches. He would never ever look at her the same way again and she didn't want to lose him before she absolutely needed to give him up.

"Why don't you tell and I'll be the judge of that."

"Dean... I... I can't."

Dean sighed and let her go. He watched as she turned and looked at him. He could see the sheen of tears in her eyes and clenched his hands in fists. She was pushing him away. He looked in her eyes.

"This is because I'm not him, right?" he asked his voice dangerously soft. He heard the creak of the stairs and knew Sam had joined them, at the moment he didn't care.

"Not him? What... Wait, you think I won't tell you because you aren't Jensen?" Kat asked raking a hand though her hair.

"Yes. You... You love him, Katerina and you know I am starting to wonder why the hell you gave yourself to me so fast. Maybe it's because you couldn't have him so you settled for the next best thing, his look alike."

Kat felt her heart literally break in her chest at Dean's words. She shook her head and walked out of the kitchen. She grabbed her messenger bag from the entranceway and left the house. She slammed the door behind her. She slide down it and sat on the front step crying. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wondered why she had to go and fall in love with Dean Winchester. She knew he would break her heart. She turned when the door opened again. She looked up and saw Sam standing there with her jacket. She looked away when she saw the two books in his hands.

"I don't want to talk about it, not with you," she said softly wishing he would kill her right there. She just wanted to die.

"When I saw these this morning my first thought was that you were a witch and you had done this to get at Dean and me so you could kill us or something. But... Then I read the books and realized you aren't evil at all," Sam said kneeling beside her.

"You tell that to Dean? Cause I am sure he would have a good laugh at the thought of a witch not being evil."

"You love him."

"Not that it matters, Sam. He thinks that I won't share this with him because I want Jensen here. And you know, a month ago, he would have been right. I would have wanted Jensen here instead of Dean. I would have wanted Jensen to hold me and tell me that it would be okay. Even if he was doing it because he was just being my friend and nothing more. I would have done anything for that."

"But now?"

Kat closed her eyes and let more tears fall. She felt Sam wrap her jacket around her. She looked at him and knew that she wouldn't have ever told anyone else this. Somewhere in the past month, Sam had become her best friend. She would miss him too when he was gone. The only good thing was she knew that she had Jared. He had always tried to be closer to her but she had always shied away from him preferring Jensen; she vowed that was over. When Jared got back she was going to tell him everything and try to be closer to him. Lord, knew she was going to have problems looking at Jensen without seeing Dean.

"Now, I want only Dean. I want him to be the one holding me and loving me. Because... I... I know he loves me, Sam. Is that weird? He has never mentioned it or nothing but when I see him look at me, I know he loves me," Kat asked biting her lip.

"No, that's not weird. That just means you've learned to read him like I can."

"I... I know I have to help you guys get back. I read a spell that I need to do but..."

"You don't want to do it."

"No. God, Sam, what am I going to do?"

Sam pulled Kat to her feet and hugged her. He really didn't know what she was going to do. He pulled away and handed her back the books. He kept and arm around her shoulder as he led her to her Jeep. She climbed in the driver's seat and he walked around and climbed in the passenger seat. She looked at him and he shook his head.

"I'm not letting you deal with this alone. You can explain to me everything you read and we can figure out where to go from there," he said softly.

"Alright. We can go to my place," Kat whispered looking at the house.

"Hey, he'll come around."

"I hope so."

Kat started her jeep and slowly backed out of the driveway. She looked away from the house wondering if things would be alright between her and Dean.