Hey everyone, it's me again! I'm writing this on the train, and it's kinda hard trying to type when you're being tossed around like a salad hahaha. Anyway, here is the next instalment. Please keep with this story as I have a really good idea for the ending so please stick with me! I promise it'll be worth it in the end.

As soon as Kerry had been given the all-clear by the hospital, she had gone home, as that was where she felt more comfortable. Dean, of course, took looking after her so seriously, it was like someone would jump up and hit him or something if he didn't do a good enough job. He and Sam stayed for a week, until she was up and moving about again, and once they were happy that she was going to make a full recovery, they headed off again. The morning they departed, Sam announced that it was likely that they wouldn't be back for quite a while, and Kerry knew it really meant they wouldn't be back for at least six months, it usually did. She hugged Sam tightly, and also hugged dean, giving him a kiss on the cheek too.

"Remember your promise" she whispered in his ear.

He gave her a serious look before nodding his head. He slid into the car, his mind immediately flashing back to the other day, but he quickly blanked it out and put an AC/DC tape in.

Sam kept glancing at dean in slight confusion after they pulled out of the yard, and after about an hour, dean found it a bit frustrating.

"What?" he snapped.

"Jeese, calm down dude. I was only going to ask what the promise was."

"How the hell did you hear that?""I have excellent hearing, plus I was standing right next to you so I kinda heard it anyway." Sam shrugged.

Dean rolled his eyes and gave his brother a quick glance out of the corner of his eye before answering.

"It's nothing really. Turns out Kerry loves me."

"Seriously, you only just worked it out? Man, she's loved you for years, how did you only just notice?"

"I didn't. Bobby told me."

At that, Sam burst out laughing, and dean punched his arm. Still grinning, Sam rubbed his arm and decided to wind his brother up further.

"Oh man! You really are blind dude! I've known for about ten years now. You really are blind!"

Dean had about enough. He pulled onto the side of the road, and the second he cut the engine, he got out the car, and slammed the door behind him as he walked away, a glare on his face the whole time. Sam gulped slightly and sat back in his seat, knowing that to go after Dean right now would be suicidal, and that was definitely something he wasn't. It suddenly dawned on him as he thought back at the look on Dean's face. Dean had the same feelings towards Kerry, but Sam also knew that Cassie hurt him real bad, so it was probably tearing up, wanting to be with someone, but terrified that they would hurt him. Or in this case, he was terrified that she would get hurt, or worse. Sam immediately wished he could take back the past few minutes, but the damage had been done and he'd now have to suffer the consequences.

Dean walked to the side of the road and kicked some dust into the air. He knew he had overreacted, but right at that moment he didn't care less. He stared out at the open space surrounding him, thinking about Kerry. He knew he wanted to be with her, but he just didn't want to drive her away like he had done before. Then there was the whole Cassie thing. She broke his heart, and he didn't want that again. Sure, he acted all tough and like he didn't care, but deep down, it nearly killed him when Cassie said they were over, and he just didn't know if he was ready for another relationship if it was going to end like that. Plus, he actually kinda enjoyed sleeping with different women, not having to worry about going home to the same person every day. Ok, so he slept around. He did feel bad about it, but at the same time, he only had a few months to live, so he wanted to make the most of it, and unless he took Kerry with him everywhere, which would mean risking her life, then he wouldn't get it.

As if someone was reading his thoughts about taking Kerry with him, his phone started ringing, the caller I.D showing that it was Bobby.

"Hey Bobby, what's up?"

"Well, Kerry thinks she has a lead as to what attacked her."

"We know it was that woman."

"No, she thinks that there was something more behind it. She also says that you're going to need to take her with you to figure it out as if it's what she thinks it is, then you guys won't understand the language, whereas she can."

"Right. We didn't get too far, so we'll come back and pick her up. Tell her to pack quickly as we're only stopping long enough for her to get in the car."

"She's already upstairs and is nearly done."

Dean hung up the phone and growled slightly. He was hoping for some time away from Kerry to get his head in gear, but at the end of the day, he realised that he would probably find it easier to work it out if she was around.

Eventually, Dean moved back to the car and after apologising to Sam, turned back to the house and filled his brother in on what Kerry had thought. Sam nodded, having thought the same thing, and soon they were back at the yard, where Kerry was waiting for them, a bag in one hand, staff in another. Dean smirked as he opened the boot for her to dump her stuff in. even though they had an arsenal of weapons in the boot, she always preferred her staff. It was her mothers, made from titanium and blessed by a shaman. It was only baton sized but when she flicked it a certain way, it opened up into a long staff. Dean had seen her fight with it, and to be honest, he never wanted to annoy her while she was holding it, as she was deadly. Lethal. He saw her fight once, and he had to admit, his jaw had dropped at her grace and beauty, yet at the same time, her sharp focus and steely determination mixed in with the power of her blows, impressed him more than most things.

Kerry slid into the back seat and closed her eyes as she smiled happily and sank back into the leather.

"Glad to be back?" Sam asked.

"You have no idea." she answered, keeping her eyes closed and the smile on her face.

Dean got back in his seat, and Bobby popped his head in the window, looking at Kerry.

"You be careful, ok?"

"Always am dad."

"And you two, look after her."

"Yes sir." they replied in unison, and Dean added "always do."

Bobby nodded, satisfied that they were ok, and then hit the back of the car to let Dean know it was ok to leave. He watched the car leave, and as it disappeared out of view he had a sudden bad feeling in his stomach, as if something was going to go wrong. He quickly brushed the feeling aside though. Kerry was with Sam and Dean, and he knew that both brothers would die for her safety, so he knew she was going to be just fine.

Back in the car, Sam and Dean were having yet another argument, this time about who got the bed and who got the floor at the motel they were going to stay in that night. Kerry had put up with it for a while, but eventually enough was enough.

"Will both of you just SHUT UP?!" she called.

They both stopped bickering and looked at her as if she'd pulled a gun out on them. She continued to frown for a few seconds, but seeing the looks on their faces caused her to grin.

"That's better. Now, why don't you both have the beds and I will quite happily sleep on the sofa."

They both looked like they were going to argue with that, but one look from her shut them up, as it was a look that said that it was final. Dean shrugged and turned back to his driving. Sam went back to looking out of the window, and Kerry leant forward and reached out to the tape player.

"What do you think you're doing?" dean asked.

She rolled her eyes and simply turned the volume up further before sliding back in her seat and bobbing her head as ACDC's 'You shook me all night long' started to play.

It took them about ten hours before they reached the town they were investigating, and as Dean parked, he glanced at his brother and Kerry and smiled to see that they were both fast asleep.

"Awww, how sweet." he muttered.

Sam cracked one eye open and punched Dean before realising that they had stopped.

"We're here?"

"Nope. We're there."

Sam rolled his eyes and turned to look at Kerry, the same smile appearing on his face that Dean had as he saw how she was curled up against the seat, just like she used to as a child. He, like Dean, had really missed having her with them in the car, but it was just too dangerous to bring her along on too many missions. He knew full well she could keep up with the best of them, but he just couldn't stand to see her get hurt. He waited out in the car with her as Dean went in to register them, and when Dean came back, he moved to the boot to grab their bags. Dean moved to the back of the car and opened the door, but Kerry didn't move. He found it really funny with Kerry because if it wasn't him, Sam, John or Bobby, Kerry would have sliced his throat by now, but because her subconscious knew it was one of them, she slept straight through, and Dean knew from experience that the only thing that could wake her up now WAS a demon. He smiled and gently slid her out of the car before picking her up bridal style. Her head rolled slightly and instinctively, she rested her head against his chest and sighed deeply as she returned to her sleep.

Sam came back out to take the car and get some food, and Dean carried Kerry up to the room, placing her gently on one of the beds and taking her shoes, socks, jeans and jacket off, leaving her in just her underwear and her sports top. He then moved over to her bag and found her shorts that she wore to bed and quickly slipped them on her before pulling the covers back and laying her down, covering her again. When Sam came back about half an hour later, Dean was sitting on the couch with a blanket pulled over himself, watching TV. Kerry had curled herself up again and was facing away from them, still asleep. He smiled, realising that the fact Dean was on the couch meant his brother was allowing him to have the other bed.

"Hey, dean."

Dean looked up and caught the bottle of beer that Sam threw to him. He nodded his thanks and opened the bottle as Sam made his way over to the side and dumped the bag on it, grabbing his own bottle and having a drink from it. He then joined Dean on the couch and the two sat in companionable silence as they watched the TV. About an hour later, they were still watching a quiz show, and were arguing over one of the answers when Kerry woke.

"The capital of Florida is St Augustine, Dean!""I think you'll find it's Orlando, Sam!"

"Actually, you're both wrong. The answer is Tallahassee."

They both looked over at Kerry, and she slid out of the bed before popping in the bathroom. As she was gone, they waited for the answer, and sure enough, they were both proven wrong as the answer came back as Tallahassee.

When she came back into the room, both brothers were about to strip off and get into bed. Sam had taken his jeans off and was just pulling his shirt off, but Kerry's eyes were firmly on Dean, who had just removed his shirt, opting to keep his trousers on. He glanced at Kerry out of the corner of his eye and winked at her, grinning as she turned away, a slight blush crossing her face. She slid back into bed, and found herself slipping into a peaceful sleep, filled with images of Dean without his shirt.

The real work started the next day, as Dean strolled off to a bar, Kerry and Sam headed to the local library to do some research. Teenage girls kept going missing. The same date of every month, and always around about the same time. Most were out with friends, but some were just walking. The local authorities just thought there was a serial killer on the loose, but Sam thought it could possibly be a restless spirit. As they worked, there was a sudden bump from behind them, and they turned to see Dean leaning against the window, a silly grin on his face. Kerry ignored him and carried on her research, but Sam went out to speak with his older sibling. She watched as the pair argued, but then something caught her eye. The screen showed that a teenage girl had been murdered back in the 1990s and her mother had been arrested for threatening to kill the families of the boys that did it. The date her daughter had been killed was May 16th, 1994. So far, every one of the girls that had vanished had gone on the anniversary of the daughters' death and at around four in the afternoon. She noted down the names of the six victims that had gone missing and tucked them away for use later. Sam came back in looking thoroughly annoyed.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Dean's just acting like an idiot again. He only left because he caught a glance of a woman down the road that he looked interested in and chased after her."

Kerry turned her gaze back to the computer, forcing her anger and jealousy down. Sam patted her softly on the shoulder before he returned to his own work.

An hour later, Kerry sent a number of files to the printer and told Sam she was heading back to the hotel for a shower and make use of the room while the two guys were out. She collected the papers and handed the librarian some money for them, then headed out into the busy road and over to the motel. The more she walked, the more the clouds became overcast, and by the time she reached the motel, a light drizzle of rain was falling, but she could feel it getting heavier and knew they were in for one hell of a storm soon. As she reached their room, she could hear a strange noise coming from inside, and so she guessed that she wouldn't have the room to herself after all. She sighed in defeat and pushed the door open, moving past their bags as she stepped into the space. What she saw caused her to freeze in horror.

Dean was back, but he wasn't alone. Kerry flicked the light on, to see a shirtless Dean lying next to something on the bed that she had been sleeping on the night before. Something that revealed itself to be a woman. Blonde, big breasts, just the sort he would go for. The papers in her hand fell to the floor as her eyes watered. The woman caught sight of her, and as she gasped, Dean moved and turned to face Kerry, thinking it was Sam. His jaw dropped as he saw Kerry standing there with tears in her eyes. She just shook her head as he moved towards her, and without saying a word, she turned and ran out of the room, forgetting to pick her bag up, and not caring that the papers were still scattered on the floor, and also not caring that the light rain was now a torrential downpour. She just had to get away.

The pain was suffocating her, and she found herself running, not caring that she had no idea where she was going. Her hair was plastered to her face, her clothes started to weigh her down, but still she kept on running, even though her vision was blurring due to the force of the rain. Suddenly, she slipped down a small ravine and landed heavily onto her left leg. The next thing she knew, something was coming towards her, smiling grotesquely. She shuddered, but as the thing moved closer to her, suddenly in the back of her mind, she realised the date. May 16th. And as she left the library at about three, she guessed it was around four now, and that meant only one thing. She was in a whole lotta trouble. The figure continued to move towards her, and as it reached out and touched her, she let out a scream as an immense pain shot through her body. The last thing she remembered before passing out was the sound of her phone ringing.