If any of you are wondering who Banana is; She is one of my best friend's character. My friend is crazy, and I wanted to add her in here. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 14

Sam looked down at Koven. Once they arrived to the motel, he had sat down, and she had laid across the couch, her head in his lap. The door flew open, and Dean, covered in cat scratches and looking very annoyed and tired walked in.

"Whoa. What happened to you?" Sam asked.

"A crazy cat lady named Banana." Dean said. Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Do not ask." He said, waving him off. He looked at Koven. "How's she doing?" He asked.

"Well, we had lunch, then she had a bunch of sugar, she ran around a park, did a handstand, fell on her ass, and then we came back here." Sam shrugged. Dean nodded slowly before heading to one of the beds. "Why did you even go to a crazy lady named Banana? I thought you said Bobby needed your help." He asked.

"She was part of the job." Dean groaned as he sat on his bed. "That lady is crazy. She says she had seventy five cat's, and half of the damn things are ceramic! And one of them isn't even a cat, it's a pigeon!" Koven giggled in her sleep.

"Dancing hot-dogs." She mumbled.

"She's an overgrown child." Dean muttered. Sam rolled his eyes, and gave his brother a bitch-face. "What?! It's the truth." Dean said.

"That doesn't mean you have to say it out loud." Sam said, and it was Dean's turn to roll his eyes. He fell backwards onto the bed and groaned in pain from the cat marks.

Koven currently sat on the edge of a cliff, a waterfall roaring next to her. She was humming an AC/DC song she couldn't remember the name of. Then she began to giggle, still on her sugar high.

"Koven." Koven squeaked as Theo sat next to her. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Sleeping with my head in Sammy's lap." She giggled. "I had a lot of candy. Chocolate, sower punch, Jolly ranchers. And soda, I love soda!" Koven giggled. Theodora rolled her eyes.

"To much sugar." She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. "You need to focus on the story line, okay." Theodora said, looking out at the now setting 'sun'.

"But Dean gave us a day off, he had to help Bobby." Koven said.

"You know Dean, he's most likely lying. Now he's back so." She jabbed her finger knuckle deep into Koven's forehead. "Wake up girl."

Koven's eyes fluttered open and groaned, sitting up.

"To... much... sugar..." She mumbled, before falling back onto Sam's lap.

"Would you be more comfortable on the bed?" Sam asked. She mumbled an answer that not even she understood, and pressed her cheek into his leg. "I'll take that as a no."

"I need Tylenol." She said. "My stomach hurts like hell." She said. Her head was lifted up, then placed on the rather warm couch.

"I'll be back." Sam said, grabbing his jacket. Koven groaned in pain, holding her stomach, and flinching when Sam closed the door once he was outside.

"You okay apple-pie?" Dean asked. She sat up, holding her stomach.

"Not sure if I'm gonna pass out, or throw up." She said

When Sam returned, both Koven and Dean weren't in their places on the bed and on the couch.

"Koven? Dean?" He called.

"The restroom." Dean said before Koven made a very unattractive noise. Sam walked slowly over to the bathroom, and saw Koven hurling into the toilet while Dean held her hair back. Sam scrunched up his nose and held out the bag.

"I got Tylenol." He said. Dean took the bag, and they listened to the sounds of Koven hurling into the toilet. Sam soon had to leave, because the noises were making him sick. Soon, she still had her head near the toilet, but she was only painfully burping.

"Candy is evil..." Koven groaned before burping again. Dean rubbed her back and she lifted her head up, a bit of her stomach contents on her bottom lip. Dean reached up and grabbed a towel, and wiped her mouth off.

"Come on, get up. We're gonna get some store shit medication into your stomach." Dean said, pulling her to her feet. He pulled her over to the sink and sat her on the counter. "Stay here." He said before going to get a glass.

Once he returned, Koven was still holding her stomach and groaning. He filled the glass with tap water and held it out to her.

"Here. Wash your mouth while I get the bottle open." He said. She took the glass and took the water, swishing it around in her mouth. Dean took out a small container that Sam had purchased and looked at the label, and after deciding it was okay to use, he cracked it open and took out of one of the small pills and waited for Koven so spit out the water she currently had in her mouth to hand it to her.

He was feeling pain as well. at least fifteen of those damn cats had attacked him, and Banana said Oh that's okay my child! That means they like you! But it didn't feel like they liked him. They had clawed and bit him just about everywhere.

She looked at him and gave a small smile before taking the pill. She set the glass down, and reached up to run a finger over a cut that was near his eye.

"My god. What happened to you Dean?" She asked he winced and Koven pulled her hand back.

"A crazy cat lady names Banana." He said. Koven raised an eyebrow. "Part of the Bobby thing." He waved it off. she nodded slowly.

"Are you gonna be okay?" She asked, taking his hand that had only been clawed once. She ran her thumb over in gently, and Dean pulled his hand back.

"Yeah. I'll be just fine Apple pie." He said. "I've had worse." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Just be careful Winchester. I didn't sell my soul for you to die before me." She said before hopping off the counter. She walked into the other room, holding her stomach still.

"So. What's next on out hunt list?" She asked, sitting down on her bed. She looked up at Dean who sat tiredly down next to her.

"How about a damn nap." He said, leaning back.

"Dean, we don't have any time to waist." She let out a small squeak when he suddenly pulled her down, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Dea-" She was shushed by a tired Dean who just tightened his grip around her.

"Just... Sleep apple-pie." She let out a soft sigh, and heard his breathing become deeper and slower. He had fallen asleep.

Just sleep already Vermont. You know you want to. Have pleasant dreams.

Theodora sounded bored. But Koven did as told. She leaned back, pressing the back of her head into Dean's chest, and closing her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening.

She'd dreamed of being held while she slept again ever since her husband was killed. But never with a fictional character. Sure, it's what every teenage girl dreamed of, but Koven was twenty-five years old.

She's spent nearly a year here, alone on her birthday, and taking care of a dog who was lazy and barley did anything but bark, stand on her while she slept, and ate. Now here she was, living the dream of every fan-girl in the universe. Why did she get this? Why was she so important? Why did it have to be her?

Shut the fuck up already and go the fuck to sleep.