"OK, its official were going to hell" Kat sighed; the three musketeers sat in the Impala outside the Miller family's home in Saginaw, Michigan. Sam and Dean were dressed as ministers.
"Got a better idea babe?" Dean raised his eyebrow at her from his seat in the driver's side.
"I suppose not" She got out and smoothed down her black pinstripe skirt, she slid on the matching jacket as they began to approach the drive.
"I can't believe were about to do this" She put on her thick rimmed glasses and rang the door bell. They had been awakened this morning by a terrified Sam who had witnessed in the form of a dream the murder of Jim Miller in his garage. Police are claiming a suicide but Sam still insisted that there was something sinister going on. They had speed down to Michigan to investigate. Dean figured that the only way to get personal information from the family is to pose as minister and a psychiatrist.
"She's right Dean, this has got to be a whole new low for us" Sam sighed but quickly adjusted his features as the front door opened. A man they knew to be Jim's brother stood before them.
"Good afternoon. I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Frehley. We're new junior priests over at St. Augustine's. This is Dr. Benatar; she's a psychiatrist who specialises in grief counselling. May we come in?" Dean smiled and Roger nodded. "Tanks"
"We're very sorry for your loss" Kat smiled weakly at him as they stepped into the hall way.
Back at the motel they were beginning to pool their resources and discuss what they had learnt from the visit to the house.
"So no history of depression, nothing unusual going on in the house, no weird leaks, electrical shortages, Odd noises at night" Kat spun her silver Irish Calder ring around her slender finger as she went through the list.
"Yeah and I checked every room on the top floor of that house and the thermal scanner came up with zilch" Dean sighed.
"So, what do we have?" Sam looked up at them both with wide eyes filled with despair. Kat frowned; she knew he wanted to get to the bottom of this for his own sanity more than anything else.
"A whole lot of nothing. Nothing bad has happened to the Miller house since it was built" Dean slammed down on to his bed. Kat gave him a look from across the room. A shut-the-hell-up-and-be-nice-to-your-brother look.
"What about the land?" Sam turned to Kat.
"No graveyards, battlefields, tribal lands, or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property" She smiled at him. "Don't worry we'll figure this out"
"Hey, guys, I told you I searched that house up and down. There were no cold spots, no sulphur scent, nada" He clearly did see the point in discussing it further and Kat thought she knew the reason; he didn't like the idea of Sam having these strange vision. Dean's philosophy; out of sight out of mind.
"And the family said everything was normal?" Sam questioned him.
"Well, I mean, if there was a demon or a poltergeist in there, don't you think somebody would've noticed something? I used the infrared thermal scanner, man, there was nothing" Kat sighed and threw her hands in the air. Sometimes Dean was so insensitive.
"What?" He raised his eye brow at her.
"You, Sam is clearly upset by this case and ignoring it is not going to make it go away" They locked stares. Her stormy grey meeting his beautiful green.
"And this is my fault how?" His voice softened. He couldn't stay mad at her.
"I'm not blaming you sweetie, I'm just saying that you could be a little more considerate" She half smiled at him, he smiled back. Unfortunately that was the calm before the storm. Sam began to clutch his head in pain.
"Sam, Sammy sweetie are you alright?" Kat managed to catch him and ease him onto the ground. He inhaled sharply.
"My head!" He screamed in pain, Dean grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Sam? Hey. Hey! What's goin' on? Talk to me "Sam looked horrified. He began to pant and sweat was pouring from his forehead, he looked terrified.
"It's happening again. Something's gonna kill Roger Miller" Panic filled his voice.
Kat took her usual seat in the front of the Impala, Dean was speeding down the road and Sam was on the phone attempting to find the address.
"Roger Miller … No, no, just the address, please … Okay. Thanks" He hung up and leaned over into the front of the car. "450 West Grove, Apartment 1120"
"You okay?" Dean asked, Kat sighed. What a stupid question.
"Yeah" Lie!
"If you're gonna hurl, I'll pull the car over, you know, 'cause the upholstery -" Kat rolled her eyes at Dean.
"I'm fine" He assured Dean and smiled at Kat. She knew it wasn't genuine.
"Alright" He shrugged at Kat.
"Just drive sweetie" She smirked at him.
"Alright" He returned her smirk. At any other time he would have been so turned on by the look on her face; very naughty. But right now he had more pressing matters. The same general thoughts were running through Kat's head except she didn't have a pile of insecurity issues. Sam's announcement interrupted their train of thought.
"Dean, I'm scared, man. These nightmares weren't bad enough, now I'm seein' things when I'm awake? And these visions, or whatever, they're getting more intense. And painful"
"Come on, man, it'll be alright. You'll be fine" Dean sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than Sam.
"What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them die? Why the hell is this happening to me?"
"I don't know, Sam, but we'll figure it out, okay? We face the unexplainable every single day, this is just another thing" Dean nodded again convincing himself that what he was saying was true.
"No. It's never been us. It's never been in the family like this. Tell the truth, you can't tell me this doesn't freak you out" Dean and Kat paused to conceder their answers.
"This doesn't freak me out" Dean and Kat agreed in unison.
They arrived at Roger Millers apartment building and skidded to a halt.
"Kat, stay here keep watch, Sam let's go" Dean nodded to her. She winked and he began to run in the direction of the apartment. After about ten minutes the boys appeared. Kat rolled down the window but she didn't need to ask she could tell by the look on Sam's face that it didn't turn out the way they had hoped. By the time they reached the car they were half way through a conversation.
"I'm tellin' you, there was nothing in there. There's no signs either, just like the Millers' house" Dean got into the driver's side as per usual.
"I saw something in the vision, like a dark shape. Something was stalking Roger"
"Well, whatever it was, we can be sure it's not connected to their house" Kat sighed.
"No, it's connected to the family itself. So, what do you think we got? A vengeful spirit?" Dean directed his question to Kat as he started the car.
"Yeah, there are a few cases where a spirit has been known to latch onto families and follow them for years"
"Banshees" Came Sam's input from the backseat.
"Basically like a curse. So, maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy. Something curse-worthy" Dean turned the corner.
"And now something's out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying. Hey, you think Max is in danger?" Kat turned to face Sam in the back,
"Let's figure it out before he is" The car came to a halt in front of their motel.
"Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people" Sam opened the door and got out.
"What's that?" Dean asked him through the open window.
"Both our families are cursed" Sam frowned.
"Our family's not cursed. We just … had our dark spots" Sam laughed. Kat frowned if he didn't think they were cursed why did he not tell her how he felt? Maybe he doesn't feel the same way? She frowned.
"Our dark spots are pretty dark" Sam started to walk towards the main entrance.
"You're—dark!" He shouted at Sam.
"Oh burn" Kat shook her head and got out of the car. They made their way into their room. Kat fell onto the bed and grabbed a hold of the pillow and closed her eyes. It had been two days since she had, had a decent night sleep and being Anemic that didn't go down very well. Dean kissed her temple and pulled the blanket over her.
"Come on Sammy; let's go back talk to Max. See what we missed the first time"
"Kat, Kat babe wake up" Dean kissed her forehead as her eyes opened to meet his. She smiled, his face inches from hers.
He sat up.
"What happened?" She rubbed her eyes and sat up; the covers fell off of her body. Dean took his time taking it all in and a smile appeared on his face. He met her gaze and she smirked.
"You like, what you see?" She bit her bottom lip; he loved it when she did that. Such a turn on.
"Well as a matter of fact I do" She was shocked at his answer. What happened to the insecurity and not wanting her to end up dead on the ceiling? He cupped her face in his hands and caressed her cheek. "Sam's gone to check on Max ... he won't be back for a while"
"Well I'm sure we can find something ... productive to do" She smirked and pulled him closer to her by the collar of his tatty old leather jacket. At last it has served a purpose. She slouched down in the bed and pulled him on top of her. He hesitated. "Dean, it's ok, I love you and I'm not going anywhere" She smiled, he seemed confused as to how she knew about his concerns. She had never told him what the shape shifter had told her.
"I love you too" And then it happened what she had been waiting for, for the just under a year. His soft lips crashed onto hers. It was bliss. She slid her hands down his chest, lingering on his toned abs. She slipped his jacket off of his shoulders; he broke the kiss to throw it onto the floor. She giggled to herself.
"What?" He raised his eyebrow at her.
"I always thought that the only way that jacket would look good was on my bed room floor" She smirked and leant back down to continue where he left off. He began to kiss his way down her neck until he reached the soft spot where her necks meet her shoulder. She moaned in pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist, this only encouraged him. He continued to suck as she squirmed beneath him. Her slender fingers found their way to the buttons on his navy shirt. She slid it off of his shoulders and slowly undid his belt. He responded by removing her own over sized t-shirt and planting kisses around her belly button. He looked up into her eyes; they were filled with passion and desire he tugged on her pants and then ... her phone rang. She sat up panting for breath. She scrambled for her phone and answered Dean's call.
"Hey" She attempted to say breathlessly.
"Babe are you ok?" He sounded very concerned if only he knew he was the cause of her breathlessness.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine just ... another dream"
"Oh you ok?" He knew that she was still haunted by nightmares depicting the death of her parents and Jack.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" She pushed the stray strands of her chocolate brown hair over her ear.
"Good, anyway it's Max"
"Max Miller?" Kat was shocked.
"Sam had another vision said he it looked like he was using telekinesis" Dean didn't sound too convinced.
"He's psychic?" Kat stood up and walked over to the window. "So what are we gonna do?"
"He's no different than anything else we've hunted" Dean's words caught her off guard.
"Dean we can't kill Max" Kat knew that he must have considered all other options but she couldn't believe that he was suggesting this.
"Then what? I hand him over to the cops and say, "Lock him up, officer, he kills with the power of his mind.""
"Forget it Dean he's a person. We can talk to him and I'm the only one aloud to use sarcasm" She picked up a fresh pair of jeans and a plain black top from her bag.
"Alright, fine. But I'm not lettin' him hurt anybody else Kat" She knew it was serious when he called her Kat.
"I'll meet you there" She walked over to the bathroom.
"Alright be careful"
"You too" She quickly got changed, brushed her hair and teeth and made her way over to the Miller residence. The dream that she had, had previously replayed in her mind. She attempted to forget about it but she failed. But as soon as she reached the house she entered hunter mode. The front door was wide open and she heard a gunshot echo from inside the building. She ran into the house, the living room was empty and she heard sobbing from the room above her. She bolted for the stairs. She stopped dead in her tracks; Blood. The smell entered her nose and she began to feel queasy, her vision became impaired. Dean came out of the room and she got a glimpse of Max lying on the floor with a bullet hole in his head.
"Kat, Kat babe you alright" He ushered her down the stairs and sat her on the sofa in the living room.
"Dean did you, did you shoot, - M-" She rested her head on his muscular shoulder.
"No, he err ... shot himself in the head" He kissed her forehead and rested his head on top of hers. After giving a statement to the police the gang left the house and headed towards the Impala.
"If I just said somethin' else. Gotten through to him somehow" Sam shook his head.
"Sweetie don't do that to yourself not again" Kat put her arms around his waist as she couldn't reach his neck.
"It wouldn't have mattered what you said, Max was too far gone" Dean half-heartedly smiled at them both.
"When I think about how he looked at me, man, right before—should've done something"
"Come on, man, you risked your life. I mean, yeah, maybe if we had gotten there twenty years earlier" They got into the car.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing; we're lucky we had Dad" Kat was shocked at Sam's words.
"I never thought I'd hear you say that" Dean smiled.
"Well, he could've gone a whole 'nother way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon-hunting, and we would've had Max's childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay ... thanks to him" Dean paused.
"All things considered" Was his final reply.
"Kat, Kat babe wake up" Dean kissed her forehead as her eyes opened to meet his. She smiled, his face inches from hers. She blushed red as the memory of her dream entered her head.
He sat up.
"Were leaving, Sam's waiting in the car" He gestured to the Impala with his thumb and went to get up. She pulled on his arm causing him to sit back down on the bed.
"Dean, I've been thinking"
"Well, that's never a good thing" He smiled.
"I'm serious. I've been thinking about this demon, or whatever it is, why would it kill your Mom and Jessica and Max's mother, you know, what does it want?" Kat kept her hold on his arm.
"No idea. Don't worry" He kissed her forehead.
"Well, you think maybe it was after them? After Max and Sam? He ruffled her hair.
"Why would you think that?" He used the pads of his thumb to stroke her cheek.
"I mean either telekinesis or premonitions, they both had abilities, and maybe it was after them for some reason"
"Babe, if it wanted them, it would've just taken them, okay? Don't worry about it, it's not about Sam.
"Then what is it about?" She frowned at him.
"It's about that damn thing that did this to my family. The thing that we're gonna find, the thing that we're gonna kill. And that's all" His words were harsh but she knew it wasn't directed at her.
"Sorry I was just ... it's worth considering that's all"
"It's alright, I'll keep that in mind" He got up and walked over to the door. She got out of bed and looked over at the clock. It had been two hours since they had got back; she sighed and picked up her duffle bag and made her way out the door. The only thing she missed about her old life was a comfortable bed.
After about an hour on the road in complete silence Sam spoke up.
"Guy's there was something else I forgot to mention" Kat and Dean exchanged a worried look.
"Oh, jeez, what?" Dean; attempting to combat the seriousness of the situation with a joke. Kat rolled her eyes.
"When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door—I moved it" Dean laughed, Kat turned to face Sam.
"You've got a little bit more upper body strength than I give you credit for" Dean continued.
"No Dean, Sam sweetie do you mean you moved it like Max?" Kat understood what it was like to have strange abilities she after all saw the reapers.
"Yeah" Sam closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands. Dean grabbed a spoon from the dash board it was from Kat's yoghurt earlier. He held it up to Sam.
"Bend this"
"Dean" Kat began to give Dean another speech concerning sensitivity but was cut off by Sam.
"I can't turn it on and off, Dean"
"Well, how'd you do it?" He asked avoiding Kat's glare.
"I don't know, I can't control it. I saw you die, and it just came out of me, like a punch. You know, like a freak adrenaline thing" Dean put the spoon down.
"Die! What?" Kat looked at them both.
"See I told you not to mention it to her and I'm sure it won't happen again" Dean nodded.
"Yeah, maybe. Aren't you worried, man, aren't you worried that I could turn into Max or something?" Sam questioned his brother and Kat knew that Dean was not going to give him the answer that he desired.
"Nope. No way. You know why?" Dean raised his eyebrow and Sam and Kat exchanged a curious glance.
"No. Why?" Sam humoured him.
"Cause you've got one advantage that Max didn't have" Kat rolled her eyes she knew where this was going; John.
"Dad? Because Dad's not here, Dean" Sam sounded disappointed. No. Us" He looked over to Kat and smiled. "As long as were around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Now then, I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go" Kat smiled at him.
"Where?" Kat and Sam responded.
"Vegas" He smiled. Sam scoffed "What? Come on, man. Craps table. We'd clean up"
"Right about the whole dying thing?"