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Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or Dean or Sam, but I do own Kate and Kim. DEAN IS THE BEST! IT SUX THAT HE MITE B DEAD!! hehehe
Sam and Dean were leaning against the shiny black Impala that was parked at the end of a mostly empty parking lot eating breakfast when Dean felt his mobile vibrate in his pocket.
'What is it?' Sam asked, grabbing his take-away coffee of the roof and taking a sip.
'Text from dad,' Dean muttered, swallowing a mouthful of bacon and egg sandwich, and coughing after, almost scaring Sam to death.
'Yeah? What does it say?' Sam asked after he regained his cool.
'An address. 27 Ash road Lawrence.'
'Lawrence?' Sam asked, looking at Dean and raising his eyebrows.
'Yep,' he replied, shoving the last of his sandwich in his mouth.
'We gonna go? I mean why would dad send us there? The poltergeist's gone.'
Dunno, but we're going,' said Dean, getting into the drivers seat and putting his coffee in the drink holder on the centre console. (A/N I know the car probably doesn't have drink holders but oh well.)
Five hours later they pulled up at number 27.
'Nice bike,' Dean grinned.
Sam got out and looked up at the house.
It was a big house with a fair few windows. There were no trees in the garden, just low shrubs. A Harley Davidson was parked in the driveway.
Sam looked at Dean and Dean shrugged. They walked to the door, knocked and got no answer. Sam tried to open it, and realised it was deadlocked. Dean walked over to a window on the right side, checked no-one was watching, and smashed it. There was a scurrying noise inside.
The brothers looked at each other before Sam pulled out most of the glass that hadn't smashed. Dean covered him while he rolled inside. Dean clambered in after him.
They spread out. Dean went into a room on the left side, while Sam searched the room they had landed in. It looked like a living room. It had a wide-screen TV, a comfy-looking couch and a bunch of pictures on a dresser to the right. Sam walked over to them, his gun drawn.
One picture caught his attention and he gasped. It was a photo of his dad with his arm around a girl who looked about fifteen.
She had long, dark blonde hair, Dean's eyes and his dad's nose.
'Haven't you heard of knocking?' Snarled a voice from behind him. He spun around to see the girl from the picture standing about five meters from him, a revolver aimed at him. She had her feet apart and looked comfortable with the revolver. She looked totally calm and in control of the situation.
'Put...The gun...Down,' she said slowly.
Sam raised his free hand, bent over, and dropped the gun, in his other hand, on the ground.
'Kick it over here.'
She still didn't sound worried. Sam kicked the gun over to her, never taking his eyes off her. His hand twitched towards the spare gun in his jacket.
'Who are you?' Asked Sam.
'Kate,' she replied, casually.
'How do you know my dad?'
'Our dad, Sammy.'
'What?'
'He's my father, you're my half brother. Where's Dean?'
Sam just stared at her stubbornly.
Dean had opened the door. It had opened silently. He crept forwards, towards Kate. He aimed his gun at her.
'Who are you?' Asked Dean.
He purposefully pointed the gun at her head. Kate tilted her head, turned around and stepped forward.
'Jeez, Dean, don't you ever listen? I'm Kate, Dean. Kate Winchester.'
'What?' Asked Dean.
'Are you deaf? Or just really dumb? I'm your sister, Dean.'
'No you're not.'
Why do you say that?'
'You're a demon.'
'Then why don't you kill me?'
She stepped forward, gazing deep into Dean's eyes.
'Don't move,' said Dean.
But Kate could hear a lump in his throat, as he realised she was telling the truth. His eyes met her and he lowered the gun slightly. Tears sprung into his eyes as he asked, 'Do you know where dad is?'
'No, he left. The demon is coming after me.'
'What?' Asked Sam.
'The demon that killed your mom. It found out about me. Dad thinks it's gonna come after me: use me to get to him.'
'Why you? Why not me or Sammy?'
'Daddies always love the babies best. But seriously, I'm a girl, I'm 16. I remind him of Mary, so that's why; and neither dad nor the demon thinks I can look after myself.'
'And can you?'
She just gave Dean a look before stepping forward, bating the gun out of his grasp and putting him in an arm lock. She pulled on his arm so it hurt and said, 'Believe me yet?'
'Nope,' said Dean, flipping her over his back, letting her go so she hit the floor hard.
She rolled over and was on her feet, as he bent to pick up his gun. She kicked it away from him, grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the stomach.
Sam grabbed her from behind and threw her across the couch. She sprang off the couch and was about to kick Sam in the stomach when a Border collie leapt over the couch and threw itself at Sam, grabbing his shirt and dragging him down.
'Kim, enough,' said Kate, before dragging her off Sam.
She strode over to the door and switched on the light switch. For the first time, they could see her properly.
She was dressed in a grubby white long sleeved t-shirt, with a black t-shirt over the top. She had baggy, dark blue jeans that covered all but the top of her extremely scuffed combat boots. She had her waist length, dark blonde hair tied in a lose pony tail at the base of her neck.
'So can I look after myself?' Asked Kate, grinning at them.
'She's definitely our sister,' said Dean grinning.
'Why?'
'You're almost as cool as I am.'
'Dean,' said Sam.
'What?' He said, shrugging his shoulders and grinning.
Sam pointed speechlessly at the stairs. Standing there, smiling was on oldish looking man.