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A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed, I'm really glad you like it so far, so here's more for you.

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When I woke up Kaycee was still asleep, she'd stolen the covers, that bitch, and she was curled in a tiny ball on the opposite end of the bed.

The first thing I did was head to my laptop, only to find that another kid had died while we were laying on our asses. "Shit." I said in an undertone, staring into the eyes of the photo of a young boy. He looked happy in the picture, bright blue eyes and dark red hair.

I scrolled down a little more and read the article, same deal, kid was massacred, no sign of forced entry, no suspects. I felt a presence behind me and I spun in my chair, my eyes going wide with the sight of a man, more than twenty years older than me, looking back at me.

"Look at me Dean. Look at me." the man said, his voice was eerily familiar, and it gave me the chills just listening to it, "I gave my own life for you Dean, my own damn life." The empty eyes of my dad stared me down, making me feel both ashamed and angered, "You're a piece of shit Dean Winchester, a piece of shit." I was shaking now, wishing that this thing would just go away. "I thought I was making the right decision, I shouldn't have done it. You're an awful hunter, an awful brother, and you were an awful son."

There was a loud gun shot and an odd wailing sound as the form of John Winchester faded into dust, littering the ground with black ash. I stared at the ash in silence, watching it swirl around the floor in a tiny tornado. Finally, when I couldn't stand it anymore, I looked up at Kaycee. The gunshots had woken Sam, and now the two were staring. I hated when they looked at me like that.

"That wasn't--" Kaycee started, but her voice cracked and she had to start over again, "That wasn't Dad Dean, it wasn't him." she said, "Don't listen to it. It wasn't him." she said shakilly, walking over to me and putting a hand on my shoulder.

For a second I just sat there, accepting the comforting touch of her hand on my shoulder, then I stood and shook her off. "I know that. I'm no pussy." I said cockilly, glad that my voice hadn't betrayed me. "I knew it wasn't him all along... I was going to trap the damn thing and question it, but you killed it so there's no chance of that anymore..." I lied.

"Oh. Well. Sorry then." Kaycee said, raising her eyebrows at me, then turning back to the bed and starting to make it.

"There are maids for that Kace." Sam said with a small, reassuring smile. He swung his legs around and stood up, stretching his arms above his head.

"Oh. Right." Kaycee replied, before dropping the sheets and stepping over to her jacker. "I'm going out." she said, picking her jacket off the floor and slipping it around her shoulders, then lifting her hair out from under the collar. "You want coffee?"

Sam nodded, "Milk no sugar." He said, tossing her the keys to the Impala. Kaycee caught the keys then looked to me, her eyebrows raised.

"Sure... I'll have it--" I started, but Kaycee interrupted me.

"Black... like your soul." she said with a small smile, before stepping out of the motel room and into the black Impala. Once I was sure she had driven away and wasn't coming back, I turned to Sam.

"There was another one." I said, sitting in front of the laptop once more, scrolling to the top of the article. "Another murder. Same deal, no suspects, no evidence." I stepped away from the laptop and let Sam sit to read the article.

I walked into the bathroom, splashing some water on my face. That wasn't him. It wasn't dad. I kept thinking, looking at myself in the mirror as I came up for a breath. My eyes were bloodshot and open wide, like a deer in headlights, and my hair was sticking up at odd angles, in short, I looked awful. I needed to shave, badly, and I needed a good change of clothes. I opened the medicine cabinet and frowned, "Hey Sam! Where's the razors?"

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Meanwhile

Kaycee walked into the 7/11 wearing a pair of old aviators and a pair of skinny jeans with black boots over them up to her knee. She wore a hot pink tank top with the Aerosmith logo across the chest in black. She wore a black hat over her head, a stylish one with rips in the brim, and carried a cup of coffee in her hand, one she had gotten from Dunkin Donuts, which she prefers to cheap deli coffee.

She stopped at the counter, and leaned on her elbows, "Two coffees, one with milk no sugar and one black." she said, pulling a ten spot out of her pocket and placing it on the table. The man behind the counter nodded and walked off to start the coffee, leaving Kaycee by herself at the front of the deli, skimming the various newspapers and skin magazines that lined the walls.

"Lizzy?"

Kaycee didn't turn at first, this wasn't her name, so why would she bother. She didn't turn until someone poked her shoulders and said this name again,

"Lizzy?"

Kaycee turned to face the source of the voice, a look of realization lit up her face. "Oh. Wow. Hi Mack!" she said. There stood one of the most gorgeous men she had ever met. He was adorable and he was older, and he was a GREAT kisser. It was the man she had been dancing with in the club the other night.

Mack smiled at her, a smile that made her insides melt. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you again any time soon. The guy in the club was pretty pissed..." he said.

Kaycee smiled, "That was my brother." she said, feeling a light blush creep into her cheeks, "You know how big brothers are, always wanting to believe that their sisters are still little."

Mack grinned, nodding, "Yeah, I know how that is." he said, "Listen, why don't you and I go get some coffee and breakfast at the coffee house down the road? It's got great coffee... and it's a real nice little place."

"I'd love to." Kaycee replied, in a daze, so she left with him, forgetting her brother's coffees on the counter.