In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you'd deny
And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide

Sam waited until the sun went down before he knew he had to go and get Dean and Kat out of bed. He had let them have all the night before and all day together but he knew they needed to get going. Kat had told him she planned on doing the spell that night and Sam wasn't going to try and stop her. He knew how hard it was going to be for her to do this and he didn't want her putting it off. He walked down the stairs and to the door to what had been Dean's room these past weeks. He knocked on the door and waited. He heard someone moan from inside and really hoped he hadn't interrupted Kat and Dean in the middle of their lovemaking. He turned when the door opened and Kat stood there in a t-shirt. She looked at him and nodded.

"I'll get him up," she said softly.

"I gave you as much time as I could," Sam said.

"I know you did. Do you have everything?"

"In the Jeep."

"Good. We'll be out in a minute."

Kat shut the door and leaned against it taking a slow deep breath. She felt the tears threaten to fall and bit her lip to stop them. She didn't want to do this; she told herself she could fake the spell and they would never know. She shook her head; they wouldn't know but she would. She was going to have to be strong and do the right thing no matter how much it killed her inside.

She walked over to the bed where Dean slept his arm under the pillow while the other one reached out for her. She sat on the side of the bed and reached out to stroke his cheek softly. She smiled when he rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close to him. She kissed him and pulled away to see his eyes open and looking at her.

"Not that I mind you waking me up, but what's on your mind Kitten?" he asked seeing the look in her eyes.

"Sam and I yesterday... We found a way to send you two back and... We're doing the spell tonight. I just... I wanted one more night with you," she whispered softly.

Dean looked at Kat. Her grey eyes held such pain in them he suddenly wished for a moment that he had never touched her. He pulled her so she was sitting in his lap as he sat up in bed. He ran his thumb along her jaw and looked into her eyes. She looked at him and he knew she would haunt him; she would be the one he would think about late at night when Sam was asleep. She would be his ultimate regret. He kissed her softly on the lips and pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers.

"It'll be okay. By tomorrow, you'll forget all about me," he tried to convince her as well as himself.

"Never. How can you forget the man you love?" she whispered kissing him again.

"Kitten, baby, please," he sighed his lips against hers.

"We should get dressed."

Kat climbed off of his lap and looked around the room for her clothes. There was so much she wanted to tell Dean; so much that would be left unsaid between them. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them on cursing when tears came to her eyes. She needed to be strong today, she couldn't lose it. She turned and watched as Dean pulled on his clothes. She turned and had to leave the room. Being this close to him now hurt her to her very core. She knew in a few short hours she was going to lose him forever and it caused her heart to ache.

***

Jared rolled over in bed and looked around the room. Nope, it hadn't been some god-awful nightmare he was still very much in Supernatural world. He laid in bed and heard Jensen's soft breathing coming from the other bed. He looked at the ceiling and thought about everything that had happened. He sighed and couldn't believe that the night before they had actually dug up a body and burned it. It still seemed surreal to him. He was starting to understand the Winchesters in a way he never thought possible. He also understood why Dean and Sam pushed everyone away. This life was too dangerous. Jared wouldn't want Sandy living this life with him no matter how much he loved her and wanted to share a life with her.

He sighed when he thought of Sandy. He was worried about her back home without him. He knew that Sam was nothing like Dean but he still wasn't sure if he could trust Sam with his girl. Sandy was so sweet and loving; Jared sometimes wondered how he had gotten so lucky as to end up with her. He climbed out of bed and grabbed Sam's backpack and walked to the washroom. He closed the door and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit and sighed. He hadn't slept well since getting here and realizing that the world he spend every week bringing to life was actually real. He pulled out Sam's razor and started to shave.

He stood there and wondered again if he would make it back home. It seemed like it had been years since he had landed here but yet it was only going on two months since he had been here. He ran his hand over his cheeks satisfied with the shave and shoved Sam's razor back in the bag. He stood there a moment longer listening to Jensen's breathing the only sound in the two rooms. He couldn't understand what Jensen was thinking now. Them hunting? Yeah, sure cause that would work. He also couldn't understand Jensen not wanting Kat to figure out she was a witch. Jared liked Kat too, and considered her a friend but if she didn't figure out who she was damn soon, Jensen was going to go to Hell instead of Dean. And Jared knew he would probably die at the hands of Lilith too at some point. No way, Jensen and him were not cut out for this world; Sam and Dean were.

"Come on Kat, figure it out. You're the smartest one out of the three of us," he muttered grabbing the bag and walking out of the washroom.

He walked over to his bed and tossed his bag on it. He stood there and decided to get breakfast. He walked over to the door about to leave when he remembered in which world he was in. He turned and walked over to the couch where Jensen had tossed the weapon bag. He unzipped it and grabbed Sam's gun. He tucked it in the back of his pants and then turned back to the door. He was now ready to face the day.

***

Dean followed Kat and Sam as they walked into the hospital where they had first landed. He looked around the halls realizing how empty and creepy it looked now without all the people. He shuddered and picked up his pace. He hated the fact that they were always the one who had to go to the creepy places. Just once he wished some nice swanky place would get a ghost. He looked up and saw Kat rake her hand though her hair again. She hadn't said much since they had left the house. She carried one of the books close to her chest and Dean once again got the feeling that she was hiding something from him.

"It was here," Kat said softly turning to look at Sam. Sam nodded and dropped the bag on the floor. She leaned against the wall and watched as he pulled out the candles and the white chalk.

"Kitten, there something you aren't telling me?" Dean asked leaning against the wall beside her.

Kat looked at Dean. She turned and felt tears roll down her cheeks. She didn't want to tell him the truth; she didn't want to see the rejection in his eyes. She looked at Sam and met his eyes as he set up the candles in a crescent moon symbol and started the draw the sun symbol, he needed to draw the symbol of all the planets. She knew that Sam wanted her to be the one to tell Dean. She felt Dean take her hand and more tears fell. She turned to face Dean. She looked in his eyes as he reached out and wiped her tears away.

"I found the spell yesterday but... I wanted one more night with you. I just wanted one more night to store in my memories," she whispered softly.

"Alright, Kitten I understand. But there is something more. How did you find this spell and not Sammy? How did you even know what to look for?"

"I didn't it... it kind of found me. When... God, I can't do this. I can't tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

"Dean, don't push her," Sam said standing up and walking over to them.

Dean looked from Kat to Sam. He let go of Kat and she immediately walked away from him and down a short hall. Dean turned and looked at Sam. Sam wore his puppy face but Dean wasn't going to let him get away from this, not this time. Dean crossed his arms on his chest and glared at his little brother.

"Sammy, what the hell is going on here?" he demanded barely holding on to his anger.

"It isn't my place to say. It's up to Kat, this is her... Thing to tell," Sam said softly.

"Thing? What thing? And dammit Sammy, you better start talking or I am going to start swinging!"

Sam saw Kat slide down the wall and sit on the floor. He watched her and then looked back at Dean. He sighed and ran his hand though his hair. He was going to have to be the one to tell Dean. He looked at his brother and knew this was not going to go over very well.

"Dean, Kat.... The owner of the occult store gave her some books and she..."

"Split it out."

"She's a natural witch."