By the time she arrived in Estrella, Kerry was about ready to rip her stomach out and replace it with one that didn't wake her up at ungodly hours of the morning, just so that she could throw up. She felt completely exhausted and the first thing she did as she entered her motel room was to collapse on the bed and fall asleep, not even bothering to eat or shower. She was woken by her phone ringing and as she checked the display, she saw it was her dad.

"Dad? It's not Tuesday yet."

"I know, but I got a call from Sam. He said you were ill the other day and thought I might want to see if you were feeling any better yet."

"I'm feeling fine, dad. I was a little sick for a few days, but it was nothing major, probably just something I ate"

"Ok, but if you start feeling bad again, you are to come straight home, gottit?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure."

She put her phone down, and got up with a stretch, before deciding to grab a shower. As soon as it was finished, she ran down to the local cafe to grab a bite to eat. Without even pausing to think, she ordered a cheeseburger with fries. The waitress moved off to give the chef the order, and Kerry gazed out of the window, not really paying attention to anything or anybody. When the waitress came back and put the plate in front of her, Kerry smiled and thanked her, but as her gaze dropped to the plate the smile fell, and was instead replaced by a look of sadness. She pushed the plate away and apologised to the waitress when she came back a while later and asked why she hadn't eaten.

"It's nothing personal, it's just that my partner died nearly four months ago and we always used to order this. Now that I have it, I just can't face it."

The waitress looked around before sitting down opposite her, and extending her hand out to Kerry.

"My name's Raquelle"

"Huh, same name as my mom. I'm Kerry."

"Nice to meet you. Now, I hope you don't mind me saying, but there's something else going on with you, isn't there?"

Kerry smiled at Raquelle. Even though she knew not to trust strangers, there was just something about this woman that made Kerry feel that she could be trusted. It almost felt like she'd known her for her whole life, but she just couldn't explain it.

"Actually, there is more. The past few days I've been throwing up at the most crazy times. One minute I'm fine, the next minute I'm racing to the nearest bathroom. It also seems that no matter how much sleep I get, I still feel exhausted when I wake."

Kerry crossed her arms on top of the table and dropped her head to rest on them. Raquelle reached over and grasped one of Kerry's hands. Kerry felt as though a shock went through her, and she shot up with a gasp, and snapped her head up to look at Raquelle, only to find that the waitress had vanished. Kerry looked around the cafe in confusion, and then glanced to her side to see that her plate of food had vanished too. Another waitress passed her and she called her over.

"Excuse me, miss? Umm, where did Raquelle go?"

"I'm sorry, but there's no waitress here called Raquelle. I've never known one."

An ageing woman came over at that point and smiled down at Kerry.

"The last time a Raquelle worked here was when Raquelle Quilte worked here about twenty two years ago. She left to get married, and the last thing I knew was that she lived in South Dakota with her husband Bobby and they had a daughter called Kerry."

Kerry sat there completely gobsmacked. Just like that day on the train when she spoke to Mary, it would seem that yet another spirit had come to comfort her, but this time in the form of her mother. She shook her head in slight confusion and bewilderment and thanked the lady and the waitress before slipping back out of the cafe. She didn't hear what the lady said to the waitress as she left.

"That girl sure looks a lot like Raquelle when she was a young woman. I wonder if they're related?"

It didn't take long before Kerry found herself back at the motel, no longer hungry, but wanting to get started on her investigation. All three men that had been killed were all proven to have been into gambling, so the first idea Kerry came up with was that it may have been a demon making deals or possibly even a spirit out for unknown revenge. As she skimmed through all the files she had found on each murder, certain things started to fit into place. Each of the suspects for murdering each victim claimed that they were elsewhere when the murder occurred, but there were never any other witnesses to confirm this. Also, the way each person was murdered. Each one was gradually beaten before finally being stabbed in the chest. Kerry briefly remembered yet something else from one of Sam and Dean's past hunts that they told her about. Shapeshifter.

As soon as she figured it out, her mind went through the guns she bought with her, but the only one she actually owned that could handle firing silver bullets was the handgun that Dean had given her the night her died. Kerry lifted the gun out of her bag and stared at it for a while, before hooking it into the back of her jeans. Then, she grabbed her flashlight before making her way outside and slipping down the nearest manhole. She cringed at the smell and fought to settle her stomach in place, a fight that she actually won this time. She made her way around the sewers, before finding a pile of gungey stuff on the floor.

"Eww, that is just sick."

"Actually? It's skin, but I can see where you get confused."

Kerry yelled and spun round, firing a single shot at the creature standing behind her. A hand reached out and grabbed the gun off her, sending it flying across the room. Kerry raced after it and jumped to grab it, but as she spun to point it back at the thing, it had vanished.

"Shit."

That night, not only did she wake up yet again feeling sick, she also kept having dreams about Dean. In them, he was crying out for Sam and her, when suddenly this hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him back to his body that Sam buried in the middle of a wood. She woke with a strangled scream, a faint sheen of sweat over her body. Deciding that she wasn't going to be getting a good night's sleep any time soon, she decided to go back down into the sewers to hunt down the shapeshifter.

After trying to not throw up yet again, Kerry found herself back where she found her target yesterday, and so she switched off the flashlight to make it easier for her to see. A leg suddenly kicked the gun out of her hands, and just like yesterday, she went running after it, but whatever had knocked it out of her hand beat her to it. She froze in horror as a sturdy, toned arm reached down and lifted the gun up, past a pair of dark blue jeans, past an army green shirt with rolled up sleeves, past the strong yet slightly stubbled chin, and stopping at a set of piercing, green eyes. Kerry glared and the person smirked.

"What's the matter? Aren't you pleased to see me sweetheart?"

"I would be if you were really him. He wouldn't have kicked his prized gun out of my hand."

The shapeshifter moved closer to Kerry until she was backed against the wall. The shapeshifter turned away and Kerry leapt forward, taking the gun back and pointing it at his back.

"You really want to do that? To watch your beloved die again?"

Kerry didn't answer, but inside, as much as her head was screaming at her to shoot the son of a bitch, she just couldn't do it. The shapeshifter must've sensed her reluctance as it moved closer to her and gently placed a hand on hers, lowering the gun down to her side. It stepped forwards, and Kerry couldn't help but catch its eyes with hers. Immediately, all coherent thought flew out of her mind, but then she spotted something in the gaze that caused her to quickly move away and cry out. The shapeshifter quickly grabbed her and pinned her up against the wall with force this time, and held a knife to her throat, causing her to drop the gun, before he leant forward to kiss her once on the mouth. A tear slipped down Kerry's face as she stood there helplessly unable to defend herself.

"No! You aren't Dean! Get the hell away from me!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, something that wasn't meant to happen happened. Basically, you have something of Dean's that should never have been given to anybody, and my master sent me to relieve you from it."

'Dean' stepped away from her and she quickly crouched down to grasp her gun. However, as she straightened, 'Dean' lunged forward with his knife and plunged it into her lower abdomen. Kerry screamed and fell to the floor, and 'Dean' laughed as he ran off into the distance, not bothering to wait until she died. Kerry struggled to stand but eventually managed to, and started to walk back to the motel. She quickly showered then turned her attention onto her wound. It wasn't too bad, more a flesh wound, so she just covered it with gauze and decided to sleep.

She managed to sleep the whole night without being sick once, but she was woken by a sharp pain shooting through her abdomen, right where the stab wound was. She cried out as a larger pain hit, and the first thing she did was grab her phone and ring Bobby.

"Hey honey, how are you?"

"Dad! I need hel...ARGH!!"

"Kerry?!"

Kerry waited for the wave of pain to fade, but with this wave came a strange feeling too. She peeled back the bedcovers to see that there was a thick layer of blood seeping onto the bed, but it wasn't coming from the wound.

"DAD!" she screamed. "Oh my God, there's so much blood! What's happening? I'm scared Dad!"

"Where are you?"

"The motel."

"Right, I'm calling the manager to get an ambulance, and I'll be there in a few hours"

"We live like three days away."

"I'm in Vegas at the minute, so I'm only about five hours away from you. Hold on."

Kerry whimpered to herself as the waves of pain came again, and shortly after she spoke with her dad, there was a knock at the door, which revealed itself as the manageress along with a paramedic. The paramedic took one look at Kerry before deciding immediately that she needed the hospital. They sedated her for the journey, and just as she was about to fall asleep, one sentence almost caused her to stop breathing.

"Could even be a miscarriage."

She woke up to see Bobby sitting in the chair next to her, a relieved smile on his face. She smiled back, but was unable to say anything as the doctor walked in.

"I'm glad you are awake Miss Singer. Now, your only major injury was the stab wound to your gut. Whoever did this knew exactly where to stab as it avoided all major veins, organs and arteries, yet it still punctured through to your womb. Unfortunately, though you came away relatively unharmed, the child you were carrying wasn't so fortunate, and I am saddened to say that the baby died."

Kerry and Bobby just looked at the doctor. Surely they heard wrong? Kerry asked him to repeat it, and when she realised that the feeling sick and constant tiredness were the signs that she was pregnant, she collapsed in tears. She was pregnant. With Dean's child. That's what the shapeshifter meant when it said she had something of Dean's. She had been carrying a part of Dean inside of her, he would have lived in his child, but that had been taken away from her. She would never get to have that one last gift from Dean, all because of that thing.

Bobby held his daughter close as she sobbed for an hour, and when she calmed down, he rubbed her back soothingly.

"I think you'd better come home for a while after this."

Kerry looked up at him, her eyes full of hatred and anger, but also sheer determination and sorrow.

"No. I'm going to hunt the thing that killed my baby down, and I am going to kill that son of a bitch so slowly it'll be begging for me to send it to hell by the time I finish."

Nothing was going to get in her way. Nothing. Nobody.

She had a new hunt.