"Sam, Sam!" Kat began to run into the lounge of the Winchesters old house. Adrenaline kicked in as Sam's life hung in the balance. Dean was otherwise occupied; he had his own problems.

"Sam!" His face replaced the axe that had just trashed the double doors blocking his path.

"Here's Johnny style" Kat smirked as they meet in the centre.

"I knew you'd like it" He winked and they began to run towards the kitchen. Sam was the reason they came back here in the first place.

Kat sat on the bed of their current motel; she was painting her nails black as per usual. Dean was sat on the bed next to her on the laptop. Sam was sitting on his bed drawing on a piece of paper with concentration plastered on his face. Kat sighed as she twisted the lid back onto the bottle and threw it into her duffle bag. She then rested her head on Dean's shoulder; he kissed the top of her head.

"Found anything sweetie?"

"Yeah maybe, a fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas" He looked over to Sam; he was engrossed in his drawing. "Hey!" Sam looked up from his drawing. "Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean raised his eyebrow at him.

"No. I'm listening. Keep going" He was still concentrating on his drawing.

"And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times" Kat got up and walked over to Sam. She looked down at his drawing.

"That's a nice ... tree" She smiled at him. Kat new things about Sam that Dean didn't and they had gone through the same type of situations. She knew how it felt to blame yourself for the death of someone you loved. Sam smiled back at her and then the realisation kicked in.

"Wait. I've seen this" He pointed at the tree.

"Seen what?" Dean questioned, Sam got up from the bed and began searching through his bag. "What are you doing?" Sam pulled out a photo of their family from when he was a baby. He compared the photo to his drawing.

"Guy's, I know where we have to go next" Kat extended her hand out and nodded, he handed them to her.

"Where?" Dean sat up as Kat walked over to show him the photo and Sam's drawing.

"Back home, back to Kansas" He smiled as the torment of not knowing was lifted from his shoulders.

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean stood up. Kat sat down this was one of those family arguments that she did not want to get involved in no matter whose side she was on.

"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?" Sam pointed at it.

"Yeah" Dean clearly didn't see the point of this conversation.

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean looked from Sam to Kat.

"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but….the people who live in our old house ..."

"Sammy, its fine you can tell us anything" Kat reassuringly smiled at him.

"I, I think they might be in danger" He half heartedly smiled.

"Why would you think that sweetie?" Kat stood up and stepped closer to Sam.

"Uh…it's just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?" He turned back to his bed and began to rummage through his duffle bag. Kat raised her eyebrows at Dean; The 'tell him you trust him now before I punch you in the face' look.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean took a few steps closer to him.

"Sammy, I trust you implicitly. I'm in" She smiled at him.

"Yeah" Sam smile at her and looked over to Dean.

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that" Dean shrugged.

"I can't really explain it is all" Sam shut his eyes and put his head in his hands.

"Well, tough. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do" Kat sighed at his childish comment.

"Sammy, it's ok. Whatever it is you can trust us. You know you can" Kat was obviously referring to the fact that she knew that he had nightmares of Jessica's death and he blamed himself. As soon as the thought entered her head she knew exactly what had happened.

"Nightmares?" She whispered the words to him. He nodded. "Oh sweetie" She opened her arms and he wrapped his around her. She was the one person he could really talk to and he knew she wouldn't judge or over react like Dean would. Dean felt a sting of jealously run through him.

"Sammy, we could tie him up and steal the Impala but I don't think it would take him long to escape and then since he already knows where were going he'd hunt us down and kill us for stealing his baby. I think you should be honest with him" She smiled at him. Reassuring and sweet. He turned to Dean, his gaze was fixed on Kat and he didn't look happy.

"I have these nightmares" Sam began, Dean interrupted.

"I've noticed" Kat frowned at him.

"Dean, let him finish, go on sweetie"

"And sometimes….they come true" Sam sighed, a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Come again?" Dean looked from Sam to Kat.

"Look, Dean….I dreamt about Jessica's death - for days before it happened"

"You knew about this?" He pointed to Kat.

"Yes" Her stormy eyes were filled with innocents and as far as she was concerned she was. Sam begged her not to tell Dean and she promised she wouldn't. Kat kept her promises.

"For how long?" He looked more hurt than angry.

"Since bloody Marry" She kept her eye contact with him, he looked away.

" ... Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence" He sat down on the bed.

"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?" He raised his eyebrows and held his hands in the air. Dean looked overwhelmed. Not only was his brother confessing to having strange visions and Kat had lied to him.

"I don't know Sammy but I think we should go" Kat stood up from Sam's bed.

"Dean, this woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!" Sam sighed and slammed down onto the bed.

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" He stood up and began pacing the room. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…."

"When what sweetie?" Kat placed her hand on his shoulder.

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" Kat opened her mouth to say something but she had no idea what to say.

"Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure" Sam pleaded with him.

"I know we do" Dean sighed.

Dean ushered Kat into the hall way. He sighed nostalgically. They where no closer to finding John and it was starting to hit home. Apart from the text this morning they had not heard from John for a very long time.

They sat on the hood of the Impala, discussing the case. After an emotional tale of Dean carrying Sam out of the burning house on that tragic night Kat decided to give them some privacy. Hoping foolishly they would have a bonding moment.

"I'm gonna go the bathroom" She began to walk away, she played with her pentacle as she became lost in thought.

"Does this feel like just another job to you?" Sam watched as Kat walked away.

"I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom too" He followed Kat's path. After he turned the corner, he stood next to the bathroom door and took out his cell phone. After making sure no one could see him, he dialled his father's number. Kat finished washing her hands and stepped over to the door. The window over the top had been broken and she could hear someone outside.

"Dad?" It was Dean. "I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em. But were with Sam. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed Mom or not, but…." His voice broke. He paused, barely keeping himself together. " ... I don't know what to do" He began to cry. "So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, Dad" Kat's eyes welled with tears. She opened the door and threw her arms around him. "Were going to be fine" She reassuringly said into his ear and kissed the side of his cheek. "I'm sorry about Sam" He moved away so that he could look her into her eyes. He kept her hands in his.

"Its fine" He kissed her hand.

"I just, I overheard Marry talking to him and he begged me not to tell you. It wasn't my place to tell you" She smiled as he wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs.

"I know. I'm just ... I'm worried about him" He wiped his own tears with his sleeve, keeping one hand on her waist.

"He'll be fine, he's got us right?" Kat smiled. "Remember we put the fun in dysfunctional"

"Yeah ..." They returned to the car hand in hand.

"Guys you alright?" Kat was very pale and it was easy to tell she had been crying from the red blotches that now adorned her face.

"Yeah I'm fine" She smiled at him and he could tell it was genuine.

"Guys why don't you go check out the leads, I think I'm gonna go check into the motel and call Uncle Danny" She removed her hand from Dean's.

"You want me to go with you or ...?" Dean turned to face her.

"No I'm fine go with your brother" She nodded towards Sam. He kissed her forehead and she began to head over to the motel they had just passed on the way.

Kat checked in and sat on her bed. She felt as though this case was Sam and Dean's. She obviously wanted to help but she wasn't sure if it was her place to interfere. She picked up her phone and dialled her uncle's number.

"Hey Uncle Danny"

"Kat. Where the hell have you been! Why haven't you called for weeks?"

"Hey, Uncle Danny I'm fine, were fine, it's fine" She protested.

"Why haven't you called?" His tone was more curious then angry.

"Well we've got a lot going on at the moment" She sighed.

"We? You and Dean?" Kat didn't like the tone he used to ask the question.

"No, me, Dean and Sam. Ok ... look it's been months since they last heard from John and I think their starting to worry now. Really worry" She knew Dean was having a hard time and Sam was busy dealing with his own problems.

"What happened to your finding Luther?" Although it hit Kat hard she knew he didn't mean it in a malicious way.

"Sam and Dean they ... they need me" She smiled. It's nice to be needed.

"I'm glad to hear that" He sounded relieved.

"What? I thought that you -" She was shocked she knew he knew how much finding Luther meant to her but after she meet Dean she realised that he needed her more.

"Hunting alone, babe I don't want you to wake up one morning and realise that you're alone. I won't be around forever" He had been thinking about that a lot lately; he wasn't getting any younger.

"So does this mean you approve of Dean?" Excitement filled her voice as she decided that she would ignore the depressing thought of the last blood relative she has passing away.

"Yeah, I know he'll look after you after I'm gone" He knew Dean was the perfect person to protect her not that she needed protecting but he had a strong sense of family loyalty.

"Danny don't talk like that. Your gonna be around for a long time, who else is going to ..."

"Dean and Sam are exactly what you need. I think I need to meet him though give him the 'What are your intention's routine' " He sounded happy to play the father figure as he had done for many years.

"Well were not exactly ... dating" She didn't really want to tell him about what the shape shifter told her. He'd flip if he knew about the whole kidnapping situation.

"Well what are you doing?" He thought about the phrasing of his sentence and realised what the connotations to it were. "You know what I don't wanna know"

"Nothing! Nothing like that, were, he ... its complicated"

"Well as long as you're happy I'm happy"

"Thank you"

"I gotta go babe, I'll call you later"

"Ok love you"

"I love you too"

Missouri ran into the living room.

"Where's Sam?" Kat was strangely faster than Dean and had carried on over to the locked doors that led to the kitchen.

"Through there" She gestured to the door that Kat had attempted to open a moment ago. Kat took a step back and kicked the door sending the panel flying. Dean raised an eye brow but smiled and continued running. Missouri was now even more suspicious of Kat then she was before.

They sat in the living room of Missouri a friend of John's and a local psychic.

"All right, there. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Your wife is crazy about you" She closed the front door behind her client and turned to the three of them. "Whew. Poor bastard. His woman is cold-bangin' the gardener" Kat burst out laughing.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean sounded a little ticked off.

"People don't come here for the truth. They come for good news" They continue to stare at her. "Well? Sam and Dean, come on already, I ain't got all day" She left the room. They exchanged a confused look and followed her into the next room. Kat remained seated.

"She didn't tell me to follow her, go" She gestured to Dean to follow Sam who had already eagerly disappeared into the next room. After a few minutes Missouri appeared at the door.

"Honey would you get in here already, don't keep me waitin'" Sam and Dean were sitting on her couch, Kat sat in the arm chair opposite.

"Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!" She directed the rage at Dean.

"I didn't do anything" He attempted to defend himself but it was futile.

"But you were thinkin' about it" Kat was attempting not to laugh when Missouri turned to her. "You, what's your name honey?"

"It's Kat" That wasn't her original name but after everyone she loved was dead and a fresh start was her only option she decided a new name was appropriate. Katie was dead, Kat was angry.

"You are very interesting child" She gestured for Kat's hand. She complied.

"Oh yeah, why's that" She looked her up and down. Beautiful and deadly.

"Cuz I can't see anything about you, at all" Kat frowned.

"What?" She shook her head.

"It's like you have some sort of barrier or ... I have never been unable to read a person before" And Kat could tell by her tone that she didn't like it.

"Well what can I say; I'm a freak" And no more was said on the matter; they had bigger problems.

Kat ran into the kitchen. Pushing the rest of the door out of her way. The figure made of fire that had been petrifying the little girl occupying Sam's old room approached Sam. He had been trapped against the wall. Dean raised his shotgun.

"No, don't Dean" Sam protested.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" Kat shouted from behind Dean.

"Because I know who it is. I can see her now" Sam sounded happy. Kat and Dean exchanged puzzled looks. Suddenly, the fire vanished. Standing in front of them was Mary Winchester. Dean's expression softened. He was clearly in shock, he lowered his gun slowly.

"Mom?" Dean questioned her softly. Kat's heart ached. He sounded so happy. Mary smiled and stepped closer to him.

"Dean" Tears had formed in Dean's eyes. Kat smiled as her own tears flowed down her face. Mary walked away from them and approached Sam. Dean never took his eyes off her.

"Sam" Marry smiled. Sam smiles weakly back at her, crying. His mother's smile faded. "I'm sorry" Kat wondered as to what she was apologising for but she figured it was a family matter.

"For what?" She looked at Sam sadness in her eyes, but she said nothing. She turned and looked straight at Kat.

"Look after my boy's"

"I promise" Kat smiled widely. Mary nodded and looked up at the ceiling.

"You get out of my house. And let go of my son" Once again, she burst into flames. She became entirely engulfed, the fire reached the ceiling and then it disappeared. The force holding Sam to the wall was released. Sam and Dean exchange stunned glances.

"It's over" Kay sighed disrupting the silence.

The next morning Kat and Dean stood by the Impala looking through the box of old photos Jenny had found in her basement.

"You were so cute as a child, what happened?" Kat playfully mocked Dean. He smirked and placed the box on the hood. She attempted to appeal to his kind nature but it was no use. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He tickled her sides. "Dean, I'm sorry – sorry. Let me go" She giggled as she squirmed against his playful yet firm grip.

"Who's adorable?" He spoke into her ear. She leaned back into his chest.

"You are" She grabbed his arms that were around her waist.

"I can't quite hear you" He continued to tickle her.

"You!" She felt his grip loosen, she turned to face him; he moved his hands onto her shoulders. He kissed her forehead.

"You're not so bad yourself" They smiled at one another. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Your mom's beautiful" She spoke softly into his ear. They never really spoke about his mother; she knew how much he loved her.

"Yeah ... she liked you" He moved his head away from its place on her shoulder. He looked down at her.

"How could you tell?" She smiled, she felt honoured.

"She asked you to take care of her boy's" He weakly returned her smile.

"I'll do my best"