The gang were in a bar; Sam was sitting at a table looking at the research he had conducted into a local disappearance. Kat and Dean were playing darts nearby.

"So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle" Sam took a gulp from his beer.

"Well, they could be right; it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kind of gig" Dean threw his dart.

"Yeah, maybe not. Except for this, Dad marked the area, Dean" Dean and Kat went over to the table and looked at the journal.

"Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker" Kat read quietly.

"Why would he even do that?" Dean took a seat next to Sam.

"Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, and then vanishes. He found this too this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state"

"That is weird" Kat took the journal from Sam and sat on a stool to scan the page. Dean placed his hands on her waist and read over her shoulder.

"Yeah" Sam agreed.

"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot" Dean questioned Kat.

"Well, there are all kinds. You know, Springhill Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime" Kat gave it back to Sam and stood up to throw her next dart.

"Look, Dean, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either" Sam closed it and put it into his pocket.

"Bull's-eye" Kat turned and stuck her tongue out at Dean.

"Yeah, you're right, we should ask around more tomorrow" Dean smiled at Kat and stood up to take his next turn.

"Right I saw a motel about five miles back" Sam stood up and removed his wallet from his jean pocket.

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Let's have another round" Dean looked over to Kat and then back to Sam.

"We should get an early start" Sam put his jacket on and tucked his chair under the table.

"Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandma?" Sam smiled at him.

"I agree, I'm beat ... well technically your beat" Kat shook her darts at him.

"Alright, I'll meet you outside, I gotta take a leak" Dean grabbed his coat and headed to the bathroom. Sam gathered his research and him and Kat made their way to the exit.

"Oh I forgot my hoodie, you carry on and I'll meet you at the car" Kat gestured for him to carry on and went to collect her hoodie from the back of Dean's former chair. She then went outside to join Sam.

"Sammy!" She looked around but the parking lot was empty. "Sammy? This isn't funny" Then it all went black.

Kat's eyes flickered open, complete darkness. Her head throbbed, she placed her palm over the wound, a tiny spot of blood sat on her hand. She struggled to sit up. She hadn't had a chance to take her iron supplements and she was paying for it now. Her strength was depleted, but her head was beginning to feel better. After a few minutes of sitting in the darkness her vision had adjusted and she could vaguely see a moving shape opposite her.

"Sam? Sammy is that you?" She shifted forward and placed her hands on the cold iron bars that formed her cage.

"Kat!" Sam's voice responded.

"Yeah it's me are you ok sweetie?" That made Sam smile; she was the mother he never had.

"It's you I'm worried about, have you taken your tablets?" She put her hand into the pocket of her jeans. One loan tablet sat at the bottom along with her cherry lip balm.

"I've got one the rest are in Dean's back pocket" She smiled remembering how they came to be there.

"Hey Kat, come on babe were going out" Dean handed her, her coat.

"Where?" Kat smiled and got up off of her bed.

"A bar, I'm buying" He waved this wallet at her.

"Deal" She leaned over to the bedside table and Dean took this as a perfect opportunity to look at her ass. She turned to look at him and he quickly looked down at his boots. He picked up his jacket from the bottom of her bed.
"Dean, will you put these in your pocket please?" She held her iron supplements out to him. Dean held his hands up and turned to the side.

"Yeah put em' in my back pocket" He smirked. Kat sighed pretending that touching his ass was going to be a burden.

"Hello" another voice came from the darkness. Kat put the pill into her mouth and swallowed.

"Jenkins? ... Alvin Jenkins?" Sam could clearly see him from his cage but Kat was on the other side of the room. "You're alive? Hey, you ok?"

"Does it look like I'm doin' okay?" Kat scoffed at his comment.

"We got into this mess whilst looking for you the least you could do is be polite" She sat up slowly and leaned against the bars.

"Sorry" He didn't sound sincere.

"Where are we?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know. The country, I think. Smells like the country" Jenkins shifted in his cage. "So you, miss are you a cop?"

"Something like that. Names Kat, he's Sam"

"Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue"

"We next time we won't bother" Anger radiated from Kat and Sam could tell.

"Well, my brother's out there right now, too. He's lookin' for us. So—"

"So, he's not gonna find us. We're in the middle of nowhere waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us" Kat rested her head against the bars of her cage; the cool metal eased her head ache.

"What are they? Have you seen them?" Sam sounded worried.

"What are you talking about?" Jenkins was obviously thrown off by his question and that's the last thing Kat heard before she lost consciousness.

"Kat, Kat, Kat" Sam called out to her repeatedly. She shot up instantly.

"What is it Sammy, what's going on?" She sat up and stretched. Her medicine had kicked in and she was ready to get out of there. She reached into her hair and bulled out a grip. Kat began to pick at the lock on her cage.

"Jenkins is dead" Sam moved over to the edge of his cage. "Listen Kat, there human"

"... Right so what do we know?" She continued to pick at the lock.

"They feed us once a day. And they use that thing over there to open the cage" He gestured to a panel on the wall.

"So what's the plan?" She took Sam by surprise; normally it would be either her or Dean who would invent some grand scheme to save them.

"You want me to get us out of here?" He sounded shocked.

"I'm not your brother Sam. I know you're not the little kid he see's you as ... and besides you've been conscious for longer than I have so I assume you've taken a good look around" She giggled.

"A - Are you Sam Winchester?" A groggy female voice spoke out to them.

"Yeah"

"Your, uh, your cousin's looking for you" Relief washed over them both.

"Thank God. Where is he?" Sam moved over to the other side to get closer to the unknown woman.

"I, uh—I cuffed him to my car" Kat heard a tiny click and the lock on her cage opened.

"Yeah that sounds about right" Kat sighed as the door swung open.

"Aww come on babe you didn't think I'd give up on ya' that easy did ya?" A face appeared in-front of her.

"Dean!" He cupped her face in his hand, he reached into his pocket. "Here you go babe" He handed her, her bottle of pills. "Are you hurt?" His voice filled with anger at the prospect.

"Err" She touched the back of her head where her previous wound had been. Nothing. Her beautiful face twisted into confusion. Maybe it was someone else's blood. "No, no I'm fine"

"Damn, it's good to see you sweetie" They smiled brightly at one another. Then reality kicked in.

"How did you get out of the cuffs?" Dean turned around to the mystery woman.

"Oh, I know a trick or two" He then turned to the next cage. "Sammy you ok?"

"Yeah I'm alright" He moved to the door of Kat's cage. He frowned as he examined the lock. "Oh, these locks look like they're gonna be a bitch"

"Tell me about it, it took me ten minutes" Kat pushed her door open and Dean assisted her onto her feet.

"There's some kind of automatic control right there" Sam pointed to the control panel.

"Have you seen 'em?" Dean questioned them both as Kat attempted to pick Sam's lock.

"Yeah. Dude, they're just people" Sam held the lock steady for her.

"And they jumped you? Must be gettin' a little rusty there, kiddo and you Kitkat I'm surprised" Dean walked over to the control panel and started to push random buttons.

"What do the freaks want?" The grip Kat was using to free Sam snapped. "Fudge cakes!" Kat stood up and threw the remnants of her grip onto the floor.

"I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me" Sam sighed.

"Well, that's the hard part. You know, with our usual ... playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just ... crazy" Kat pulled her hair into a messy pony tail and began to examine her jewellery. Nothing was missing. "Well they haven't taken anything valuable" Three pairs of earrings (pentacle studs, small silver studs and rubies) , one pentacle (Dull silver on a black string), her silver cross with black onyx's stones, three silver rings (Silver pentacle, silver Irish Calder and a plain silver thumb ring) and several bracelets containing various charms. Her money was still tucked into her lacy black bra and her phone was in the Impala.

"See anything else out there?" Sam questioned Dean.

"Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone, they take their car, too" Dean continued to press the buttons.

"Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?" The mystery woman questioned Dean.

"Yeah, actually, I did" Her face dropped. "Your brother's?" Dean questioned and she nodded. "I'm sorry" Dean paused. "Let's get you guys out of here, then we'll take care of those bastards" Dean was beginning to get frustrated with the panel. Kat removed his hands from it and moved in front of him. She pointed to the control panel.

"Sammy, any idea where the key is for this contraption?"

"I don't know"

"Alright, we better go find it" Kat and Dean turned to leave.

"Hey!" Sam's words made them stop in their tracks, they turned to face him. "Be careful"

"Yeah" Dean smiled.

"Don't worry sweetie I'll look after him" She winked and they made their way outside.

They made their way into the house. They found themselves in a dark room. Dean turned on a flash light and examined their surroundings. The room was filled with shelves of jars and bottles, which contained various body parts. Dean picked up a container filled with an unrecognizable item.

"Yikes" He placed it back on the shelf and took Kat's hand. "Come on let's get out of here"

"Dean, look" Kat gestured to wall full of Polaroid pictures. Each photo showed two men standing next to a dead body. Dean noticed a picture of them holding Jenkins corpse.

"I'll say it again—demons I get. People are crazy" Kat nodded and pulled him towards a flight of stairs.

"You hear that?" Kat put her hand on his chest to stop him.

"No ... you have excellent hearing babe"

"Shush, there's someone up there" She began to slowly ascend the stairs with Dean hot on her trail.

"Let's split up. You take that room and I'll take this one" Kat pointed to the doors in turn.

"Right, be careful babe"

"Ditto" She winked and made her way into the room, it resembled an office.

"What do unhinged psycho killers need an office for?" She whispered to herself as she searched through the many draws and cupboards. A smile lit her face as she located a baseball bat rested against the side of a huge wardrobe. The doors were hanging on to the hinges for dear life and the wood was rotting. A loud crashing noise echoed through the house. "Dean" She silently made her way back to the hallway. She ran into the kitchen, the living room door was ajar and she could hear the conversation going on between Dean and whoever it was that had him.

"Come on. Let us hunt him"

"Yeah, this one's a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt" An older voice laughed at the comment.

"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. That's what this is about? You yahoos hunt people?" Kat closed her eyes, she expected him to receive a backhand for his attitude.

"You ever killed before?" His question was directed at Dean.

"Well, that depends on what you mean"

"I've hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer and bear—I even got a cougar once. But the best hunt is human. Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive"

"You're a sick puppy" Kat agreed with Dean but she understood in a sick twisted way she also loved the thrill of a hunt.

"We give 'em a weapon. Give 'em a fightin' chance. It's kind of like our tradition passed down, father to son. Of course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy"

"Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short. You're plenty sloppy" Kat waited but the sound of Dean wincing in pain was nonexistent.

"So, what you with that cop? Are you a cop?"

"If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?" Kay winced as the punch finally came.

"Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's somethin' I need to know"

"Yeah, how 'bout it's not nice to marry your sister?" Kat suppressed a giggle.

"Tell me—any of the cops gonna come lookin' for you?"

"Oh, eat me. No, no, no, wait, wait—you actually might" Kat had to put her hands over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family. Alright, you wanna play games? We'll play some games. Looks like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all, boys ... and you get to pick the animal. The boy, the pretty girl or the cop?"

"Okay, wait, wait—look, nobody's comin' for me, alright? It's just us"

"You don't choose, I will" Dean screamed in pain. A tear slid down Kat's face, she closed her eyes.

"Oh, you son of a bitch!"

"Next time, I'll take an eye"

"Alright, the guy, the guy! Take the guy!"

"Lee, go do it. Don't let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage" Kat's eyes shot open.

"What? I thought you said you were gonna hunt him. You were gonna give him a chance"

"Lee, when you're done with the boy, shoot the bitch, too. But don't touch the pretty one. Save her for later. Better clean this mess up before any more cops come runnin' out here" Kat ran down the stairs and back out to the barn.

When she arrived at the barn, the door was wide open and she could hear Sam.

"What are you doing?" Lee unlocked his cage and walked towards him. He opened the cage door and aimed his gun "Hey!" The cop began to shout. Kat tightened her grip on the bat and hit him round the head. He fell on top of Sam.

"Damn Kat you scared the crap out of me"

"You're welcome" She held out her hand, he took it and she helped him to his feet.

"Lee!" A bombing voice called out.

"Quick hide" Kat ran behind a bale of hay. Sam placed Lee inside his previous cage. Two men enter, their guns raised.

"Lee! Where are ya? Lee!" They noticed Lee unconscious, locked in the cage. "Damn it, Jared, get the lights!" Jared moved over to the light switch and pushed it up. The barn remained dark.

"They must have blown the fuses" The other man tried the control panel but nothing happened. They moved into another room of the barn. The oldest man began to climb a ladder that lead to a balcony.

Kat moved to a cabinet, unseen by the younger man. She opened it, but a noise distracted her and she moved to the other side of the room covered by shadows. The man walked to the cabinet and fired his rifle several times at the doors. He then opened the cabinet, it was empty except tools. Kat took the opportunity to give him the same treatment she gave to Lee. She stepped over his unconscious form but stopped to pick up his riffle. The sound of shots firing came from over head.

"Hey!" Sam appeared at the door.

"Get down!" Kat shouted as the older man stood behind Sam with his weapon ready. Sam hit the floor and Kat shot him. He fell to the ground clutching his arm. "You alright Sammy?"

"Yeah, nice shot" He got up from the ground.

"Thanks. I'm gonna go and get Dean"

She made her way back inside the house. She ran upstairs on the lookout for any other crazy extended family members that may still be lurking around. She reached the living room door and slowly began to open it. Dean sat in the middle of the room tied to a dining room chair. Kat smirked; Dean tied up. That's exactly what every girl would like to see in their living room ... even better if it was their bed room. She shuck her head to remove her thoughts.

"Dean, sweetie are you ok?" Kat ran over to him and began to untie the ropes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her silver pocket knife. "Didn't even check to see if I was armed" She cut the ropes and he stood up. He turned and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm so sorry Kat" She put her arms around his neck.

"For what?" His apology caught her off guard.

"I should have gone out with you ... I could have, done ... something I-"

"Dean, this is not your fault, ok?" Kat rested her head on his shoulder.

"But I-"

"But nothing! Now come on let's get out of here" She took his hand and began to lead him to Sam. Unfortunately a little girl stood in her path.

"Hey sweetie, are you ok?" Kat bent down and opened her arms to the girl.

"Kat don't bother she's as twisted as the rest of her family" Dean put his hand on her shoulder to bring her back to his side.

"Oh alright then" Kat walked over to her, the little girl lunged forward kicking and punching. Kat grabbed her wrists, turned her around and threw her into the closet. Dean closed the doors and placed the dining room chair in front of the doors preventing her from escaping.

They made their way out of the front door and down the porch steps. The police officer and Sam joined them from the barn.

"Where's the girl?"

"I Locked her in a closet" Kat smirked.

"What about the dad?" Dean questioned.

"Shot. Trying to escape" All four of them exchanged a look. Shot and still trying to kill.

The police woman walks a few steps away to talk to the woman on the end of her walkie-talkie.

"Where's your baby Dean?" Kat teased.

"At the station I hope" The officer returned.

"So, state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna wanna talk to you. I suggest that you're all long gone by then"

"Thanks. Hey, listen, I don't mean to press our luck, but we're kind of in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?" Dean flashed his gorgeous smile.

"Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car" Maybe it only worked on Kat.

"Sounds great to me. Thanks. Come on guys" Kat tugged on the boys arms.

"Listen, uh….I'm sorry about your brother" Dean's words caused them to stop.

"Thank you. It was really hard not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth—but it isn't really ... Anyway, you should go" They nod and begin to walk away. Kat knew the feeling of not knowing. She knew that Jack was dead but not knowing how, or when that was the hard part. They were half way down the road walking arm in arm with Kat in the middle when Dean spoke.

"Never do that again" He turned his head to face the both of them.

"Do what?" Sam and Kat questioned simultaneously.

"Go missin' like that" They laugh at him.

"You were worried about me" Sam stated, he never said "we" because he was there the last time Kat went missing. When the shapeshifter had taken her, he had never seen Dean so vexed. Although Dean was his brother he had a hard time imagining Dean acting like that when he went missing.

"All I'm sayin' is, you vanish like that again, I'm not lookin' for ya" He winked at Kat. She smiled and turned to Sam. She had to look up to see his face; Kat was only small compared to the brothers.

"Sure, you won't" He smiled at Kat.

"I'm not" Sam chuckled at Dean's remark.

"So, you got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh sweetie?" Kat smirked.

"Oh, shut up Kitten" He smirked, a smirk that would make a nun think unholy thoughts.

"Don't call me kitten!" Kat removed her arm from the brothers and hit him playfully in the chest.

"Ah gettin' rusty there, kiddo" Sam laughed. Dean chuckled as Kat jumped on his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek.

"Shut up!" They continued to laugh, one big dysfunctional family reunited again.