Sorry it took so long guys! But here it is! The next chapter! I hope you like it! And once again thanks to the best beta in the world and also my bestie Amy for helping me a little with Dean and Kallie. As always Supernatural is not mine, it's all Kripke's. But Nava and Kallie are mine. ^_^

Chapter Two: There's a First Time for Everything

I'm not feeling so sure

It would help if you offered a cure

If I wait, it's too late for the remedy

I don't wanna be me

I Don't Want To Be Me by Amanda Clemens

Sam and Dean had settled into the living room while they waited for Kalista to clean up, Sam sitting on the couch opposite Dean as he lounged in the chair with a beer in his hand. Sam was shook his head and gave Dean and the beer a very pointed look.

"Dude, she told us to help ourselves to whatever." He tipped the bottle of beer in his hand toward his brother, "So I did. Don't be a bad guest; you'll make her feel like a terrible hostess or something."

Sam rolled his eyes, of course that would be Dean's comeback. "We're not here on a social visit, Dean. There's a vengeful spirit on the loose that wants her dead. Or had you forgotten?"

Dean's reply made Sam snort in disbelief; sometimes talking to his brother was really like talking to a brick wall, though Sam was pretty sure that he would get more from the wall.

"You really need to relax." Dean stretched out in the chair and took a sip of his beer before continuing. "We're here watching over her. There's nothing more we can do until she tells us where the bitch is buried. And right now?" he whistled, "Little red is too wired to even think straight. Once she calms down a little we'll talk to her."

It would be easy; simple. How wrong he was!

They sat in silence for a few minutes before they glanced at each other, curiosity written across their faces. What was that noise? Looking up there was scratching and whining coming from the hall. Dean got up and moved out to the hall with his gun in hand, Sam fallowing closely behind. Coming to a stop a foot away from the bathroom door, Dean lowered his gun with a quizzical look. The noises were coming from Nava, who was bound and determined to get into the bathroom.

"Whoa dude, watch those claws." Dean said, leaning over to try pushing Nava away from the door.

He was taken back when the puppy turned to face him and growled viciously at him before turning back to his attack on the door.

"Dean, I think something's wrong." Sam frowned, pressing an ear to the door to try and hear what was going on in the bathroom. Was that splashing? There was also a voice mumbling but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Kalista?" Dean called through the door, knocking even as he tried turning the doorknob. "She's here." he swore, motioning for Sam to get back.

Dean took a stance and with a deep breath he threw himself at the door; his shoulder crashing into it. Hearing the wood starting to split, he took a step back and repeated the action, and he silently thanked whoever decided to use crappy wood for the door. Despite his bruised shoulder, Dean rushed into action as the door gave way and slipped an iron bar from his jacket. He carefully swung it through the spirit holding Kalista under the water while Sam pulled the redhead out of the bathtub while Nava continued growling in the background. Much to their relief, Kalista began coughing up water and gasping for air; her eyes looking wild as she looked around for Ms. Harold.

"She's gone for now, I've got you." Sam told her reassuringly as he grabbed a towel from the floor to wrap it around her.

Sam picked Kalista up and carried her from the bathroom and into the bedroom, Dean covering them as Sam stood on high alert as he looked for any sign of the spirit's return.

"I need to get the salt out of my duffle. Take care of her." Dean nodded at Sam, throwing the iron bar to him before he left the room. The least they could do was salt the room while they came up with a plan.

Sam sat on the bed with a shaking Kalista, sure that her shaking was a mixture of fear and the fact that she had almost been drowned to death. Every so often she would cough, water dripping down her chin, and he worried she had water in her lungs. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment, though, not until the spirit was laid to rest. He was listening to her lungs when Dean returned with a huge grin and his duffle bag, waving a canister of salt in the air as he exclaimed, "Jackpot!" and poured salt along the doorway and window.

"I'm no doctor but I think you're fine." Sam told Kalista. He was a hunter with enough experience in injuries that he was positive there was nothing seriously wrong with her, at least nothing that couldn't wait. And even though she seemed to be in the clear, he had a frown on his lips. They had almost been too late; It was all thanks to her dog that she was alive and breathing now.

Knowing that they wouldn't be able to get anything out of her until she calmed down, they sat in silence on the bed; Sam watching her closely while Dean played with the dog, tossing a rubber ball for him to fetch. Slowly Kalista's shaking lessened and her coughing stopped.

"Tell me I'm not crazy." She blurted out, staring from Sam to Dean.

Chuckling humorlessly, Dean shook his head. "Wish I could tell you this was all a bad nightmare but that would be a lie. That really was the spirit of your old caretaker."

"Ms. Harolds." she whispered, pulling her knees to her chest awkwardly with the towel wrapped around her.

"Bingo. And she's one pissed off spirit." Dean continued.

"Does this happen often?" Kalista wondered, looking much like a caged animal ready to bolt at any time.

"More often than you would think," Sam told her, taking over. "Spirits are usually born of violent deaths; murder or suicide, sometimes accidents that they see as murder or anything that makes them incapable of moving on."

"She blames us for letting her fall." she whispered, eyes wide.

"This isn't your fault," Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders as he tossed the ball across the room again. "She seemed pretty evil in life too and no one was doing anything to stop her. So you guys stepped up; you didn't mean to kill her, you were just trying to stand up for yourselves. Only she doesn't see it that way."

"Can it be stopped?" She wondered, rubbing a hand over her sore chest; it felt like an elephant had sat on it.

"Now this is my favorite part." Dean grinned, "You salt and burn the bones and bye-bye evil spirits." He chuckled as a look of horror appeared on her face, "Just think of it as a big bonfire, but instead of wood we use bones. It's the only way to lay a spirit to rest; to put a stop to whatever it is the spirit is doing. If you let it go on it only gets worse; she won't stop until you're dead."

No one spoke for a moment, giving Kalista time to let the information sink in. Dean had to hand it to her; she was taking this all in better than he thought she would.

"But we need your help, Kalista. None of the articles say where she was buried. Do you know?" Sam wondered gently.

She nodded slowly, nibbling on her lower lip; she did know, she'd only gone to the grave once before but she would never forget where it was. "How long until she comes back?" she wondered, closing her eyes.

"Iron takes care of them for awhile, but not for long. I'm surprised she isn't back already. The salt around the doorway and window makes a line of protection; spirits can't cross salt because it's pure; we're safe in here." Dean answered.

Pushing herself off of the bed, she made her way over to her closet. "The cemetery is about thirty minutes from here. It's hard to find so I'll have to take you so you won't miss it."

The brothers stood together, "You don't need to do that. Just give us the directions and you can stay here, safe and protected until we finish the job." Sam tried to reason with her but Kalista wouldn't have it. Pulling out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans she shook her head.

"I need to do this; I'll only freak myself out here. I caused this, the least I can do is help end it." The determination in her voice made the boys keep from arguing with her.

They turned their backs as she dressed and soon she stood ready at the door with them, tennis shoes on her feet and her hair pulled back out of her face.
"Alright, I'll go first and make sure the coast is clear." Dean took charge, opening the door, "Then you two can follow and we'll run down to the car."

"It's a black Chevy Impala, you can't miss it." Sam whispered to Kalista, watching his brother step over the salt line and survey they area.

On Dean's signal they followed him and rushed out of the apartment, running down the stairs and out to the car. It was only after Dean was sitting behind the wheel of his baby that he noticed panting sounds that weren't coming from Kalista or Sam. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he swore under his breath as he eyed the dog sitting on Kalista's lap.

"Awe, come on man! Not my car!" he whined in protest. "If he makes a mess…"

Sam's shoulders shook with silent laughter in the passenger's seat as Kalista defended her dog from the back. "He loves car rides and he won't mess anything up. Besides, what was I supposed to do? Leave him in there? He could have been dead before we got back! He's the only thing that I have left; there was no way I was going to leave him!"

Grumbling under his breath, Dean turned his eyes back on the road and fallowed her directions to get out of town and to the cemetery. True to her word, it took them about fifteen minutes to reach the cemetery, hidden out in the middle of nowhere, which would have been a half-hour drive for a normal person. No street lamps surrounded the area and the gates seemed to be barely hanging onto the latches, creaking noisily as they were opened.

"Are you sure you're FBI and not a NASCAR driver?" Kalista wondered, letting Nava hop out of the car before her.

Motioning for her to follow him to the trunk, Dean gave her his best apologetic smile, "Yeah, about that, we aren't actually FBI agents." He admitted, leaning down to lift up the trunk door and then the trap door that hid their arsenal of weapons.

Glancing from Sam to Dean, Kalista sighed, "I feel like I should be worried. But I can't find myself actually being afraid of you two."

"We're not some psycho killers or anything." Sam told her hurriedly, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender. "We're actually brothers, and we do this kind of thing a lot."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "You impersonate government officials a lot?"

Sam shook his head, "No.." he trailed off, glancing at his brother and nodded. "Okay, yeah we do, but only when we have to. We're hunters."

"Huh. You two are something else." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing her hands up her arms. Looking around she felt a chill go down her spine; would Ms. Harolds show up here? Would she try to kill Kalista again?

"Hey." Sam called softly, resting a gentle hand on her arm, "Nothing is going to happen to you; we're going to make sure of that." He promised her and his eyes screamed that he would keep that promise. She trusted those eyes and therefore trusted Sam.

Catching a look at all of the weapons inside the trunk, her eyes widened, "This has got to be a little on the illegal side, don't you think?" she muttered, at awed by the sight of the guns, ammunition, knives, crosses, etc.

"Is it?" Dean asked nonchalantly as he pulled out a shotgun and opened it, checking the chamber and barrel.

"Guns work against ghosts?" She wondered, taking a flashlight from Sam and holding it up so that they could see more clearly.

"The bullets are filled with rock salt, it works a lot like the iron bar Dean used earlier; It won't defeat a spirit entirely but it'll buy us some time." Sam explained.

"Which could be exactly what we need," Dean added.

"Like the lines of salt in my bedroom." She remembered, trying to take it all in. It was all rather overwhelming.

"You're getting it." Dean complimented her as he pulled out a bag and shut the trunk. Sam stood with two shovels, overlooking the cemetery; shoulders tense and ready to spring into action.

"Which way?"

Kalista led them west with Nava at her side. She could feel herself shivering and was almost positive it wasn't from the cool evening. How could they do things like this on a regular basis? How did they keep from losing their minds? They weren't crazy; she had seen Ms. Harold with her own two eyes. She had never believed these things were real… Until now.

"Do you do this often?" Kalista wondered quietly, eyes daring around the cemetery.

"It's our job, kind of the family business." Dean replied.

It was only because of the silence that she heard someone sigh behind her, and somehow she knew that it was Sam.

"Your parents do this?" She spun around in surprise, raising the flashlight to get a better look at them.

The brothers stopped with her, their faces tense and unreadable to her, even with the light shining on them.

"Our dad does."

There was something about the way that Dean spoke and immediately began moving that made her stop asking questions and lead the way in silence. She led them further and further back where many of the headstones were broken or unreadable. It was only when they were at the edge, surrounded by a forest that they stopped.

"We close?" Dean asked, seeming to have forgotten the tension earlier.

"Mhm," Kalista hummed offhandedly, spinning around slowly before pointing to a broken headstone that didn't seem to have any writing on it. "That's it there." She pressed her lips together and took a step back.

With a quick half smile in her direction, Sam tossed Dean a shovel, "Let's get digging."

Kallie watched the boys from the circle that Sam had put around her, sitting cross legged with Nava curled up in her lap. Sam told her that she would be safe within the circle, and she did feel safe, but she still held the iron bar that he'd given her tightly in her right hand; there was no way that she was going to get caught off guard. Sitting up a little, she tried to see into the good sized hole that Sam and Dean were digging in, wondering if they were getting any closer to the coffin.

"So how long do these things usually take?" she asked, feeling a little fidgety.

"Graves don't just dig themselves up, sweetheart; these things take time." Dean told her, leaning against his shovel. Sweat was beading on his face and making his t-shirt cling to his body. "Would you like to switch places?"

"Leave her alone, Dean. She's just anxious." Sam elbowed his brother, throwing up a shovelful of dirt. "Don't worry, Kalista, we're almost through."

Kalista sighed and scratched behind Nava's ears with her free hand, wishing that this would all be over with. "So earlier you said you guys are Hunters. I'm going to guess that you didn't mean that you go out in the woods to kill bears or deer," she said, trying to calm her nerves by talking about something not directly related to the situation.

"Obviously that isn't the case or we wouldn't be here." Dean chuckled softly. "No, monsters are more our bag."

"Monsters? You mean there are more than ghosts out there?" Kalista asked skeptically.

"You would be surprised what's really out there." Sam told her. "We've hunted shape-shifters, poltergeist, werewolves, demons… pretty much anything that you could name off we've killed it."

"Wow," she said, trying to wrap her head around it all. "That must be really…tough."

"You just can't let the job get to you." Dean shrugged, his shovel hitting the top of a coffin as he spoke. "Bingo."

Sam sat his shovel down on the grass and jumped out of the hole, giving Dean more space so that he could open the coffin. As if finally realizing what they were up to, Ms. Harolds showed up, sending Sam backward so that he couldn't kill her. He tried to sit up but was being forced back into the ground, his hand reaching toward the shovel. "Kalista, whatever you do stay in the circle!" he yelled, still reaching for the shovel. Nava got to his feet, growling at what appeared to be nothing. His barking grew more ferocious as the ghost came into view.

"Naughty! You've all been naughty! You have to be punished for what you've done!" The ghost screeched, moving toward them.

Nava's growling increased and he soared out of Kalista's lap, running at the ghost.

"NAVA NO!" Kalista yelled, rocking back and forth on her feet as she hesitated in crossing the salt circle as her puppy charged at the ghost.

Hearing Nava whimper in pain as he was thrown back, Kalista stepped over the line of salt, gripping the iron bar in both hands. "Leave my dog alone, you bitch!" she yelled.

She held her ground as the figure flickered in and out of view, headed straight for her. Her hands rung the iron bar anxiously, worried that she might miss or get herself hurt. She was about to swing when Ms. Harold's head flew back, a high earsplitting scream erupting from her as she went up in flames. Taking a shaky step back, Kalista glanced over to see Dean staring down at a blazing fire in the freshly dug grave.

"Whoa that was close!" She said her voice a little wobbly as she moved to where Nava lay on his side. The puppy sat up as she approached and licked her hand. "Thanks for that!"

"Don't mention it." Dean nodded, giving his brother a hand up.

"You're safe now, Kalista. She won't be bothering you anymore." Sam told her, retrieving his shovel from the ground.

"Oh, please call me Kallie, all of my friends do, and you did just saved my life." she smiled at them.

"Alright..Kallie." Dean grinned; he always loved it when a woman appreciated their services. It usually meant very good things for him and his libido.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean for what felt like the millionth time, shaking his head. "You must be tired. How about we get you home so you can go to bed?"

"Bed actually sounds really nice," Kallie admitted, stifling a yawn. With all of her anxiety over Ms. Harolds, she hadn't had time to realize just how sleep deprived she was feeling.

The walk back to the Impala was a lot lighter than the walk to the gravesite, Kallie walking calmly down the path with Nava a little ahead of her. She slipped into the backseat as Sam and Dean put their gear in the trunk. Closing her eyes, she ran a hand through Nava's fur and leaned her head back against the seat, dozing off to sleep without realizing it.

Dean fiddled with the volume of the radio and soon The Crunge by Led Zeppelin was playing as background music, loud enough for the brothers to hear but not loud enough to wake the sleeping red headed girl in the back. For the most part the ride back into town was made in silence, every so often Dean would comment and Sam would mutter his agreements or disagreements. It wasn't long after they had gotten started that Nava began whining softly and when Dean glanced in the rearview mirror he saw the puppy standing up in the seat acting like he was about to jump the distance to the front.

"No way Fido, you're staying back there." Dean shook his head, glancing back at the road, there was no way that dog was getting up front.

"I don't think he's listening dude." Sam said, turning slightly in his seat to watch the puppy that was now backing up as if he was going to take a running start.

"What?" Turning again Dean reacted just in time; he swept a hand back and caught Nava as the puppy began slipping down. Sighing he brought the dog to the front and settled him down between his legs. As if that had been exactly what Nava had wanted, the puppy settled down against Dean's thigh and licked the man's hand a couple of times. Dean couldn't help himself; his lips tugged up slightly in a smile and didn't say another word against the pup wanting upfront. Catching a smirking Sam out of the corner of his eyes he raised his eyebrows, "What?"

His brother shook his head, "Nothing man, not a thing." He chuckled and settled back for the rest of the ride to the apartment.

Soon Dean was parking his beloved car in front of the apartment building and turning off the engine. Turning slightly in his seat, he reached back and gently tapped Kallie's knee a couple of times in an attempt to wake her. It worked, only it he also succeeded in startling her as well. Gasping as her eyes flew open; she jammed her shoulder against the door, eyes darting around wildly.

"Whoa Red." Dean said, holding his hands up.

"Hey Kallie, you're fine, remember us?" Sam wondered, already opening his door and sliding out of the car. He opened her door carefully, a sad smile on his lips.

Embarrassed she nodded, "Sorry." Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of red and her eyes refused to meet either of their gazes.

"No harm done." Dean told her, picking up Nava from his lap and handing him around back to his owner.

Glancing around unsure as Sam backed up for her to get out she sighed, "Are you positive she's gone? Like one hundred percent positive?" She questioned.

The brothers nodded together, "Positive." They spoke.

Still she seemed unsure.

"Are you leaving town tonight?" She wondered, holding Nava closer to her chest to stop his squirming.

When Sam looked to his brother for an answer, Dean shrugged, "Probably not. We'll find a hotel to spend the night in before heading out tomorrow." Maybe they could find another case that needed their attention close by.

"Stay?" Kallie wondered, her eyes locking with Dean's, "Here, my place."

A sly smirk made its way on to Dean's lips and he glanced at his brother for a moment. That moment was all Sam needed to know his brother was thinking he was going to get lucky that night. It wasn't unusual for his brother and Sam didn't mind going to find a hotel room on his own.

"Sure, Sammy's a big boy now; he can find a place to stay on his own." A cocky grin slid over his face before it became suggestive, "What did you have in mind?"

"What?" Kallie frowned, "No, I think you're misunderstanding me." She looked from Dean to Sam, "Sam you're coming too. There's enough room."

Sam wanted to laugh aloud at the look of horror that spread over his brother's face, but he managed to keep a decently straight face as he shook his head, "We're not really into…the thing is…" He stumbled over his words a little, "We're brothers…"

"And?"' Came Kallie's question, "You can't stay in the same room together? Drink some coffee? Or sleep? I know it's not much, but my couch is incredibly comfortable and I have a queen sized bed, so two people can sleep on that. I'm not letting you pay to stay in some crap motel around here. You're staying here tonight and that's final." She pushed herself out of the car, shutting the door lightly.

Realization dawned on the brothers, the woman wasn't inviting Dean up for a one night stand before the brother's left town, and she was offering them a place to stay out for free. Covering their embarrassment chuckles and mutters of 'oh yeah sure', Sam follow after Kallie as Dean got out of his car and locked it up before following after them.

"This doesn't also have anything to do with the fact that you don't believe she's gone, does it?" Dean wondered, eyebrows raised as she opened the door to her apartment and let them inside first.

"Maybe." She shrugged, "Alright it does. But I also owe you. Probably for the rest of my life. I'm extremely grateful for what you did. And if I had the money I would pay you, but I don't, so a free place to stay and food is going to have to work."

"You don't owe us a thing Kallie, it's what we do." Sam tried, but the woman would hear nothing of it and somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam admired her for that. Over the years he had hunted with his brother and father people had thanked them but then moved on. He always felt like they were never properly thanked for what they did, but he never spoke his thoughts aloud thinking they were too selfish. But here Kallie was, giving them a place to stay and food, thanking them over and over again. In that small way she reminded him of Jessica. Jess always had trouble knowing when to stop thanking someone for what they had done. Thinking of her made a pang go through his chest and he winced as if it was physical pain he was feeling. And so began another around of 'why didn't he tell her?' 'Why didn't he save her?' going around and around in his mind.

"Are you hungry?" Kallie wondered quietly, pushing the noise from Sam's thoughts into the background.

"I'm good." He said quietly, running a hand through his bangs and back over his head.

Surprisingly enough Dean echoed Sam's words, but the oldest brother hadn't missed the wince that went through Sam, his big brother instincts were in high gear. It wasn't long before they had all settled down in the living room and at Kallie's request they were telling her about some of the other hunts they had been on. She was hanging on their every word, eyes wide, gasping at appropriate times, commenting when she didn't understand something and taking in everything. It was as if she wanted to know more instead of being kept in the dark about what was out there. And when Dean pointed this out she agreed with him.

"Now that I know that there are actually things that go bump in the night, I don't want to pretend I don't know. That could be even more dangerous. I won't pretend to be ignorant to something like this. It's a lot to take in and I'm scared as hell, but that doesn't make it not real. These things are out there and you two fight them, saving people…I just don't see how I've never noticed things before."

Dean shrugged and sipped on his beer before answering, "People tend to only see what they want to see. And sometimes people are lucky enough to never encounter anything supernatural."

He glanced behind Kallie, who sat on the front in front of the couch, and laughed, there laid Sam, curled up the best he couch on the couch, fast asleep. "Guess he's taking the couch."

Turning around Kallie giggled quietly, "Looks like it. I think that's my cue to head to bed." She slowly got to her feet and stretched her arms over her head. Looking at Dean she nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment, "The floor is really hard. Mason swears his back was never the same after sleeping on it once."

She glanced over her shoulder into her bedroom before nodding as if answering a question to herself and looking back at him, "My bed is pretty big and I don't really move around in my sleep…at least I don't think I do. We could share? If you don't think it's too odd."

Getting to his feet Dean empted his beer and shook his head, "Beats having my back messed up for the rest of my life." He sent her a grin that made most girls putty in his hands, but Kallie simply smiled and motioned for him to follow her. Nava followed after them and hopped up on the bed, settling down in the middle as if he knew that's where he was going to need to be. Turning off the lights the two crawled into bed, laying as far to the edge as they could without falling off.

"Don't run off in the morning alright?' Kallie muttered, her words already slurring with sleep.

"Gonna promise breakfast?" Dean wondered, placing his hands behind his head.

"Mhm, I said I would." She answered.

No more words were spoken between the two and soon they both drifted to sleep, one's sleep filled of nothing the other's of nightmares. It was these nightmares that awoke Dean not long after it seemed they had fallen asleep. He squinted into the dark, trying to distinguish what it was that had woken him. Then he heard it.

"No, no stop…Mason…Nic…leave them….lone….no…Chloe…" It was Kallie mumbling in her sleep. Through the crack in the curtains Dean could see how scrunched up her face was in the moonlight. She looked terrified, even in her sleep.

Reaching over her shook her lightly, "It's just a nightmare Red, wake up." He repeated himself a few times before she woke, tears running down her cheeks as she gasped for air. He stiffened as she threw herself into his arms, crying into his chest. Patting her back awkwardly, he let her cry, her tears soaking his t-shirt, but he didn't mind. What was he supposed to do? He didn't do well with crying women in his arms, usually women weren't crying if they were in his arms. Soon her crying seemed to slow and she realized wehre she was.

"Sorry." She quickly apologized, pushing away from him and laying back on her own side of the bed, absentmindedly running her fingers through Nava's fur as the puppy licked at her tears.

"No biggie. You're going through a rough time." Dean said, brushing off her apology. "And as much as I hate to say it, those nightmares will probably never go away." His mind flashed to his own nightmares, Sam leaving, his father disappearing, his mother dying.

"Do you have recurring nightmares?" She wondered, her voice hoarse.

Clearing his throat he nodded, "Yeah."

She didn't ask what they were about, but Dean found himself telling her a little bit about one.

"When I was four, I saw something I wish I could forget. You asked about the rest of the family earlier..the thing is, my dad does this line of work. See my mom, she died when I was four. Murdered by some evil son of a bitch and my dad has been determined to find the thing and kill it." Those were not tears he was blinking away, Dean Winchester was not some cry baby who couldn't handle talking about his mother.

"You saw it, didn't you?" she whispered, not needing to explain any further.

"Yeah." He answered, his voice gruff.

Suddenly her hand was curled around his, "You shouldn't be ashamed to feel about it. It doesn't make you weak Dean, it makes you human."

He gave her hand a light squeeze but said no more on the subject. They laid in silence for a few minute before she broke it once again, "I never knew my parents. I don't even know if they're alive. Part of me wonders about it sometimes. I wonder if they wonder about me, I wonder why they gave me up. I make up these ridiculous scenarios that couldn't possibly be true…but I think about them anyways."

He chuckled, "Like what?" He wondered curiously.

"Well one is my mother is in the circus. She met my father at a show in some random city and they slept together. She never saw him again of course because he's married to his job at the office and she travels with the circus. She found out she was pregnant with me and knew she couldn't possibly raise me in a traveling circus. So, thinking she was doing what was best for me she gave me up. But sometimes she thinks about me and the ring leader, he hates those nights because she can't remember her steps."

Laughing at her he snorted a little, "That's probably the craziest thing I've ever heard." He told her, laughing again.

She joined in laughing and nodded, "Oh I know it is, but it helps."

"She's probably a nun." He told her as if it was a logical answer.

"A nun?" She echoed, questioning his own sanity.

"Yeah, a nun. And one crazy night on a dare she asked some stranger to dance at the bar and one thing lead to another and here you are."

"And just why were nuns at a bar? Dancing?"

"Hey, sisters need some time off just like everyone else."

"Oh of course." She laughed, "And how did she hide her pregnancy from everyone?"

"Those stupid dress things they wear, no shape whatever so ever sweetheart, piece of cake."

Together they laughed for a good few minutes before they calmed down, both feeling a little bit lighter.

"What about your dad? Is he doing a hunt on his own?" She wondered seriously.

Dean paused before answering, "Yeah, I think so. But Sam and me, we're not sure and we're trying to find him."

"Does he often disappear without telling you where he's going?"

"More often than you'd think. But he's alive, I know it. He knows how to handle himself, taught Sam and me everything we know. It's just not like him to check in with me."

"Then he's still alive. Believe it and keep believing it." She told him simply.

"Just like that huh?" He wondered with a soft snort of disbelief.

"Yes, just like that." She smacked his arm lightly, "he'll turn up when he's ready."

They settled down once again, sleep threatening to overtake them. Dean shifted, feeling uncomfortable, Kallie didn't even know him, she had just lost everyone and here she was trying to tell him to keep his chin up.

"Hey Red?" He wondered in the darkness.

"Mmm?"

He opened his mouth but he couldn't find the words to thank her, he wasn't used to thanking people for anything.

"Dean?" She wondered.

"Yeah?"

"You're welcome." She smiled and snuggled further down into the blankets, Nava curled up at her back comfortingly.

Grinning slightly Dean closed his eyes and relaxed into the bed.

Tomorrow they would be woken to the sound of Sam screaming out a woman's name. Dean would rush into the living room to wake his brother and the story of Jessica, Sam's girlfriend's death would be lightly brushed over. Kallie would make them a large breakfast of waffles and bacon and the boys would leave with full stomachs and a new cell number in their phones with a promise to keep in touch. None of them were sure if the promise would be kept but it was there. Kallie was uncertain if she would ever see them again but vowed to never forget what they had done for her and what they were doing for everyone else. She would make sure the promise was kept whether they wanted it or not.

But down the road the sun is shining

In every cloud there's a silver lining

Just keep holding on (just keep holding on)

And every heartache makes you stronger

But it won't be much longer

You'll find love, you'll find peace

And the you you're meant to be

I know right now that's not the way you feel

But one day you will

One Day You Will by Lady Antebellum