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Kate POV
'Um, Dean?' I asked, glancing out the back window.
'What?'
'Why is there a police car chasing us?'
Is there a black dude driving it?' Asked Dean.
(A/N: Sorry, bit of racism, but can you imagine Dean saying African American? Coz me and Ali'z Wingz couldn't.)
'African American,' I corrected him, 'and yes, there is.'
'Oh crap, Sammy?' He said.
'Yeah?' Answered Sam.
'You're the law boy, what should we do so we don't get Kate totally busted?'
'Let her out and dump her bag somewhere.'
'He'll arrest her, it's obvious, but he'll be able to tell she's our sister.'
'Um, guys, they're speeding up,' I said.
'Pull over,' said Sam, 'it's not worth...Fuck you Dean.'
'I'd rather not,' said Dean as he put his foot as flat to the floor as it would go.
'Dean! They're shooting!' I yelled.
'I know,' he said impatiently.
One of the tyres went and we went into a slide. Sam was cursing and Kim was yelping. Only Dean and I were silent.
Another car smashed into us, hitting the rear of the Impala and spinning it so we were facing the cops. I realised the engine had stalled and Dean was trying to start it. The police were surrounding us now They were walking forward.
I quickly tied Kim in the Impala. If they tried to untie her, that was their dumb fault.
'Dean? What do I say?'
Too late. The cops were at the door. They had their gun's under Sam and Dean's chins, and one was opening my door.
'Sam and Dean Winchester. Long time, no see. This time I've got I've got you good. And you must be Kate Winchester; Do you know what your brothers have been up to?'
'Kate who?' I enquired innocently, my name is Grace Thompson.'
'Is it now, Grace? Then you wouldn't mind telling me you and your mother's second name's would you?'
Oh shit, next time I would make someone up. No places to check those names. I opened my mouth, trying to think of something that would at least get through the next few minutes.
'Grace Amber Thompson and Jasmin Allanah Sike,' I said a little too quickly.
'This true, Dean?'
He just gave the cop his worst glare. I wondered why they hated each other so much.
'There's a few other crimes I could add to your list, Dean if you lie to me.'
'Oh, stuff it. I am Kate Winchester. So what you gonna do now? You can't hold me for any-'
'Except withholding information,' he spat.
'Maybe I don't like being advertised as the sister of psychopaths.'
'I already knew. If you don't like them, why are you with them?'
'You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family. Dad told me too.'
'How old are you?' He asked, leaning in to type something in his computer.
We were now outside his car. Sam and Dean were waiting by another car, their hands cuffed behind them, another cop reading their rights. There were three cop cars and six cops.
If I could temporarily disable this guy, we could get out of this. I thought longingly of the gun in my jacket. If I whipped it out, they would be really pissed.
'I'm sixteen.'
He started straightening up and I smashed his head against the car roof. I whipped my gun out and fired a shot above everyone's heads. Dean and Sam went down.
'I hear anyone move and I'll blow your brains out,' I snarled pointing the gun at one.
They slowly raised their hands.
'Want your guns on the ground. You there, 'I said to another, 'unlock those cuffs.'
He moved slowly and uncuffed them.
'Now put the cuffs on all your mates and I'm gonna check 'em, so they better be tight.'
I sighed inwardly as I realised how tainted my police record had just become. Well at least I wouldn't spend the next 12 hours in a police cell. After the guy finished, I checked all the handcuffs. They were all tight. I hand cuffed him.
Finally I lowered my gun.
'Let's go, jackasses,' I said, tiredly.
We got into the Impala and drove off.
After ten minutes we pulled over so Dean and I could change the tyre and Sam could change the plates.
'What's with that dude?' I asked.
'Seems to think I'm a physochopath murderer,' said Dean.
'Who doesn't?' I asked, grinning at his face.
He didn't answer but ran his hand down the side of the Impala, like the way you ran your hand down a horse's eg to check it for injuries. Sam walked up to us.
'Hey, guys, shouldn't we be getting away from here and finding a motel?'
'Yeah,' said Dean, and gestured to the driver's seat.
'You drive, Kate.'
'Why,' I asked suspiciously.
''Cause I asked you too.'
'Can you even drive?' Asked Sam?
'Obviously,' I said, getting into the driver's seat.
After about two hours, I finally judged it safe to stop, and pulled over. We had stopped at a motel.
'We're here,' I announced.
No response. They were both asleep, the slackers. I punched Dean in the arm to wake him up and asked, 'Don't I get a thanks for saving your sorry asses?'
'I let you drive my car.'
'Who says I like driving?'
'You had a Harley.'
'Doesn't mean I like cars.'
'Can we save this argument for later?' asked Sam from the back seat.
I couldn't work Sam out. Sometimes he was aggressive, sometimes he was scared.
'No Sammy, we're finished,' said Dean.
We all got out of the Impala and went into the motel. While Dean walked up to the counter and asked for rooms, Sam kept avoiding my eyes. I stopped my wandering around as he cleared his throat.
'Uh, thanks Kate, for getting us out of there before. That was pretty smart.'
'No problemo Sam, except now they're after my blood too. I don't think I'm on their card list.'
'Why'd you do it?'
'Do what?' I hoped he wouldn't ask, but then again; this is Sam we're talking about.
'Get so psycho at the police.'
'I didn't go psycho, I just didn't want him to do a search on me.'
'Why not?' Sam's voice was sharp, his eyes were searching.
'Doesn't matter,' I muttered.
'Kate, we have a right to know. We're your brothers, we need to know.'
I looked at him. His honest hazel eyes and longish brown hair.
'My friend's brother was taken. They caught me searching their house and the police tried to frame me. I've lived in my house by myself ever since.'
'What took him?' Asked Sam.
'Werewolf,' I said.