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Chapter 24: We Need to Talk About Kevin Part 3

I decided to wash my clothes and take a shower. Rufus's robe was the only thing I could wear until they were done. In the shower I thought back to the days of being stuck in Purgatory.

"He left us," I repeated over and over again as Dean and I ran for our lives away from monsters.

I stopped running because my legs couldn't handle it anymore. I backed myself against a tree and felt my whole body shaking.

Dean finally turned around and saw me freaking out. "He left us, he left us,"

"Hey, Kaylee," Dean said softly. He came over to me and knelt down to my height as I was shaking like a leaf. "Kaylee...come on now, you're a strong and capable woman. You've fought monsters before with Jo and Ellen."

"This is nothing like that Dean," I managed to croak out. "I'm just dead weight. You should drop me, and go find Castiel."

"Hey, I'm not leaving you, you hear me? Not ever. I will never abandon you. You're family. We got each other's backs, right?" Dean asked, checking me over. He ran a hand through my hair to calm me down. "Deep breaths now. I need you Kaylee. Together we can figure this out. Hell, you're a psychic. That should count for something, right?"

I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down. He was right. Logically speaking, two was better than one.

The warm shower felt so good to get all that grime and blood off of me. I didn't even realize how long I was in it until someone knocked on the door.

"Kay, you good in there?"

It was Dean.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I lost track of time. I'll be right out," I said. I forgot that Rufus only had one bathroom in his cabin.

I quickly turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry myself off. Once I was dried, I put on a robe and threw my hair into the towel so it could towel dry.

"Shower's free," I walked out into the living room.

"Thanks, hope you didn't use all the warm water," Dean said gruffly.

I grinned. "I'm sure there's still some left for you."

Dean walked away and into the bathroom. It was just Sam and me now.

"Clothes are done," Sam said.

"Thanks," I said, and walked over to the washer and dryer and picked them out of the dryer.

I was glad cause this robe really sucked. It was too scratchy for me.

"So you and Dean seem cozy together," Sam said slowly as I unfolded my clothes on the couch.

"We're just friends, Sam. He was there for me, you know?" I separated my jeans from my underwear and felt my cheeks turn bright pink, realizing Sam was watching me. "You know what, I'm just going into the guest room."

"Wait-"

"No, it's fine," I said and walked away from Sam. I didn't want to have that talk with him either. That would be way too awkward.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. I walked over to the bed and threw my clothes on it. I started to towel dry my hair and tossed the towel in the hamper. I then started to undress and change into warm and dry clothes that didn't have any more dirt or blood on them.

Dean didn't take too long in the shower as I did. He was out like that. He'd gotten himself ready too from what I could hear on the other side of the wall.

By the time I dressed, Dean was going through a box of phones.

"You want some dinner?" Sam asked.

"Pass," Dean said.

I heard my stomach grumble. I was hungry. I walked inside the room.

"I wouldn't mind some dinner. What are we having?" I asked.

"Spagettio's," Sam said.

"Sounds great,"

"All right. Coming right up," he said, stirring in the pot on the stove.

Dean put an earphone in.

I sat at the table where I'd left my root beer. Sam put a bowl in front of me and I thanked him quietly for it. It was nice to have real food for a change. We ate in silence until Dean gave Sam a look.

"What?" Sam asked.

Dean took out the earphone and put it on speaker so we could hear.

"Sam Winchester, it's Kevin Tran. Crowley had me in this warehouse, and I just escaped. I don't know where I am. And I don't know if he or – or any other demons are still after me. I need your help. Call me back. It's Kevin Tran."

"When was that?" Sam asked.

I frowned slightly and slowly put my spoon into my spagettio's.

Dean played another message. "Sam Winchester. It's Kevin Tran. I called you a week ago. Call me, please. I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here, man."

Sam put his spoon down. "Okay," he stood up. "I get it. So, what you want to strategize or something?"

Nope. That wasn't it. Dean was pissed. I could tell that even without being psychic.

Dean played another message.

"Sam, it's Kevin. I'm... Whoo! I'm so good."

"Is he...drunk?" Sam asked.

"Sounds like it," I took another bite. I wasn't going to starve myself.

"Three months since you ditched my ass. Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood. [clears throat] Uh, if you're still alive, eat me."

Dean played another message. "EAT ME!"

My heart broke for Kevin.

"Sam, it's been six months. I can only assume you're dead. If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore."

Dean stood up and I looked up at him.

"He was our responsibility," he tossed the phone at Sam's chest. Sam caught it in his hands. "And you couldn't answer the damn phone."

Dean walked away.

I bit my lower lip. "She must be some woman."

Sam glanced at me and I looked down at my food, shoveling more into my hungry mouth.

~*SPN*~

Dean was reading on the couch. Sam was on his laptop at the table and I was cleaning the dishes. I had to keep my hands busy. I couldn't imagine Kevin being alone at a time like this. I only met him once but I knew he was in trouble when I met him at Dick's facility.

"All right, listen to this- Kevin's last message. Listen to the background," Sam said. I stopped washing the dishes and turned around with one plate in my hand, drying it with a towel.

"If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore," Kevin's voice was on the other end of the line.

"Hear that?" Sam asked.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"I think he was on a bus. Listen again," Sam said, pressing the key on his laptop. We listened to the bus on the other end of the line.

"If not, don't try and reach me."

There was a woman's voice on the other line.

"Last stop – Centerville."

"...won't be calling this number –"

Dean stood up and walked over to us.

"Centreville? Centreville, where?" Dean asked.

"Michigan."

"And why would Kevin be in Centreville, Michigan?" Dean asked.

"Because... " Sam searched for a Kevin Tran BFF link. "His high-school girlfriend..." he turned the laptop around for Dean and I to look at it. "Goes to college there."

"That's thin," Dean said.

"I don't know Sam may be onto something, Dean. I think we should check there," I said, sensing my ability that we should look in Centreville.

Sam smiled at me. "It's the best lead we got."

"We"?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "You were right. He was our responsibility. So... let's find him, okay?"

"I'm coming too," I said, hanging up the plate onto the rack beside the other dishes.

"What? No. Way too dangerous-" Sam began.

"Cannit Sam. She can come," Dean said.

"Dean-"

"She's earned her place," Dean said strongly.

"You're gonna have to get used to it, Sam. I'm not an ornament anymore." I smirked at Sam, crossing my arms over my chest.

We grabbed three bags full of weapons inside and headed to the impala. We put the weapons and our bags into the trunk of the impala.

"Hey," Sam tossed the keys to Dean. He caught them. He looked at the impala over.

"Well, no visible signs of douchery, I'll give you that," he said.

I got into the backseat of the car and sniffed. I grimaced. Why did it smell like dog in here?

"Smell like dog to you?" Dean asked.

"Yes," I said.

Sam inhaled. "In the car?"

"You tell me," Dean said. Sam shrugged. "Hmm."

He drove away. I was left wondering and speechless of what Sam had done in his year of being hunter free. I knew one thing. It was definitely a woman.

~*SPN*~