Chapter 5: Here to Stay

A/N: So this chapter is REWRITTEN because I didn't like how it went out in the first place as I felt my OC was going OOC and I portrayed her in the wrong way. In this chapter you're going to learn all about Katalina's past. Not really sure how to go about this but hopefully it goes well. Another thanks to a new user who started following my story.

This chapter title is based off Kings Never Die by Eminem ft. Gwen Stefani. Also in the story, the brothers have discovered the bunker already but Dean hasn't been to purgatory yet so I hope no one minds.

The three sat in the Impala with Sam at the wheel, as Dean had obtained a large but shallow gash across his chest. The two brothers had reluctantly agreed to take Katalina to their bunker. After a very tiresome discussion, Sam had managed to convince Dean that the vampire could be of use to them and made him consider the fact that she wouldn't kill them now when she could've done it before. Even though Dean agreed, he still didn't trust her, checking on her every two minutes. She pretended she didn't notice but she could only do it for so long.

"What am I gonna do Dean? Huh? Fly out the window?" She pointed at the window, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "You can trust me, okay?"

It was Dean's turn to ignore her as he sat rigid in his seat for the rest of the drive. Katalina's glare stayed fixed on him for a few extra seconds before tuning out and looking out the window. The Impala was now enveloped with a not-so-comfortable silence as they continued down the road.

As they drove past a hospital, Katalina broke the silence, asking Sam to stop the car.

"Why?"

"I just need to get something."

"What?"

"I'll be right back."

"But–" Sam tried but the girl had already disappeared into the sanatorium.

No longer than a minute had passed and she was seated back in the car.

"What did you need?"

Katalina smiled as she held up two bags of thick, red liquid.

"Blood bags?" Dean joined in, questioning her with a raised eyebrow.

"What did you think I ate? Potato skins?" She quipped. "Besides, I need them. Unless, you would like to offer a vein?" She said as she locked eyes with Dean.

"Warm blood always tastes the best," she finished giving Dean a look of hunger.

"Yeah, as if I would ever give my blood to some oversized mosquito."

"Oversized mosquito. Clever."

They remained silent for the rest of the drive.

…

Thirty minutes later, Sam had pulled into a secluded area, a large metal gate barely visible in the dark.

Hopping out of the car, the brothers went up to the door opening it, Kat following behind.

Katalina gawked as her eyes were revealed to the vast residence, attempting to walk in, she was stopped by an invisible barrier.

The boys noticing her odd behaviour, turned around giving her a confused expression.

"What's wrong?" Sam started.

Katalina averted her eyes, not wanting to damage her pride.

The two continued to stare until a flick switched on in Dean's brain, a smirk appearing along with it.

"She can't get in," he teased, letting his guard down.

She met his gaze, glaring daggers into him.

"What do you mean?" Sam inquired, still unsure.

"I have to be invited in," she replied with gritted teeth before Dean could take away anymore of her dignity.

"What, like Dracula?"

"Yes. Like Dracula. Now let me in."

The older Winchester walked past Sam to come face to face with an enraged vampire, the smirk still on his face as his was clearly entertained by her vulnerable position.

"Only if you ask nicely."

No way was she begging to be invited in to some middle-of-the-road hunter. Her only response was to return a icy glare.

"Fine, be that way," Dean said, grabbing the handle of the metal door, attempting to close it.

"Wait," she gave in rolling her eyes at her submission, "Invite me in, please."

"What was that?"

She stared daggers into him hoping to get rid of that irritating smirk. No such luck.

"Fine. Can you please invite me in?"

"Of course. Won't you come in, sweetheart," Dean intervened, mocking her, the smirk still not seeming to dissipate.

"I told you not to call me that," she growled, stepping in slowly.

Dean watched her every single move as she walked down the stairs, calmly gazing around the large establishment. It felt like she was analysing each speck of dust as she moved around the living room.

"This place just goes on," she finally commented, turning to meet Dean's gaze, causing him to avert his eyes.

Sam shrugged at her comment, trying to be humble.

"So, do you planning on enlightening us or do you want Sammy to take you on the grand tour?" Dean hurried the girl who was still amazed by the building.

"Yeah sure, you may wanna take a seat. This is going to take a while."

…

Less than an hour later, Katalina had explained the story of Qetsiyah, the forming of the supernatural purgatory and the immortality spell.

"So basically, this Qetsinah chick–"

"Qetsiyah."

"Whatever. She wanted to live forever with her one true love, Silas, but he didn't love her and was sleeping with this other chick, Amara? And then this witch bitch got all jealous, made the cure for immortality, hoping he would take it and join her in purgatory?" Dean summarized.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Well, she's either crazy, stupid, or crazy and stupid."

"So how were you…made?" Sam asked uncomfortably, not sure which word to use.

"The Mikaelsons and I were born a little more than a 1000 years ago. A witch named Esther and her husband Mikael had six children altogether. There was Freya, Finn, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik. But Esther had an affair with another man, Ansel. I don't know much about him except that he was a werewolf, so she bore one more child with the werewolf gene, Niklaus. The werewolf gene becomes activated when any one person with that gene kills a mortal being. Because of this, Mikael despised Klaus. Loathed him even," she stopped shaking her head at the memory.

"I was born to the Stureson family. My mother was named Alvida and I didn't know my father, he died before I was born. Killed by werewolves. I was so close with Mikaelsons, growing up, especially Kol. We were inseparable. When the plague hit, it was a difficult time for all of us. Many of the villagers passed away, including Freya. Werewolves were always a big problem in our village. We all had to hide on the night of a full moon. But one night, Klaus had the bright idea of taking Henrik into the woods to watch the men turn. He died that night. That was when Esther, with the help of my mother and another witch, modified the immortality spell and cast it on us. But they were messing with dark magic, and so the spirits retaliated, turning us into monsters."

Katalina continued her story, telling them about vampire weaknesses and strengths, hybrids, werewolves, witches and everything in between. She talked about the white oak stake as well as the silver daggers. She told them about her relationship with Kol over the years and how they fell in love and back out of it. She told them about her hatred for Klaus and his lack of humanity. She ended her story telling the two men that their attempt to kill Klaus in Mystic Falls had failed and now he was after her with the daggers and white oak stake under his belt.

"So, how old are you?" Dean interrupted.

"I was turned at the age of 28 and I've been alive for 1032 years."

"Why are you telling us all this?" Sam finally enquired.

"I'm not going to lie, I need some help."

"With?"

"Klaus. I-I'm scared, okay? He has the weapons and the means to kill me and," she exhaled, "I don't want to die."

"Sorry to break it to you sweetheart but you're already dead," Dean stated.

"What even happens when an original dies?" Sam asked.

"I have no idea. None of us have died yet and I'm not planning on being the first so will you please just help me?"

Sam seemed tossed up his choices before making a decision, "Okay."

"Sammy," Dean cautioned.

"What?"

"She's a vampire."

"Vampire or not, she has done nothing but help us since we met her four months ago."

"How am I supposed to know if she's going to come into my room while I'm sleeping and drain me of all my blood?"

"That's okay guys, just talk like I'm not three feet away from you," Kat chimed in, beginning to think that they had forgotten about her presence in the room.

"Just give her a chance, Dean."

Dean threw up his options. On one hand, he could say no and him and Sammy would go off on their merry way. On the other hand, they would have an immortal vampire in their home who could easily kill them and if she didn't finish the job the hybrid chasing her would have. He didn't know why he did what he did but he convinced himself that this girl could protect him and especially his brother from the things that go bump in the night.

"Fine," the older Winchester agreed, looking at the girl, "But I've got my eye on you. And if you plan on pulling anything on me or my brother, you will have bigger problems than that hybrid brother of yours."

With that Dean stood up and left the room.

"Doubt it," she murmured under her breath.

"Don't worry, it just takes time for him to trust people. In the meantime, you can go down that hallway and pick out any room that doesn't have any stuff in it."

"Thanks Sam," she showed her gratitude by giving him a warm smile and leaving the room, following his instructions.

Sam's sigh filled the lonesome room.

A/N: Sorry I had to cut the story short, it was just going to be way too long if I wrote Kat's story in detail but you will find out more about her as the story moves forward.