Kat sat in the front of the Impala painting her nails, black as always. One of Dean's many cassettes playing in the background. She was waiting for the boys to return from their latest scam. A young woman, Meredith was found by her landlady dead in her apartment. They pretended they were from the alarm company attempting to discover why it did not go off when Meredith was murdered.

"Miss me Kitkat!" Dean slid into the passenger side, Kat turned the music down.

"Yeah I'm glad you came back now cause otherwise I might not have be able to carry on" She

Smiled at him. "So what do we know?" Kat turned in the driver's seat to face them both.

"Right there were spots of blood all over the living room carpet" Dean paused and Sam took over.

"Landlady found the body a few days later"

"Any signs of a break in?" Kat blew on her nails.

"No, windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, they had to cut it just to get in" Dean opened the window.

"And the alarm was still on?" Kat turned to Sam.

"Yeah"

"You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?" She frowned running out of ideas.

"No" The boys said in unison.

"The landlady said that everything was in perfect condition, except Meredith" Dean sighed.

"And what ... condition was Meredith in?" Kat wasn't sure she really wanted to know.

"Landlady told us Meredith was all over. In pieces. She said that if she didn't know any better, she'd have said a wild animal did it" Sam slumped into the backseats, defeated.

"What's up guys, what did you find?" Kat could tell something had shaken them.

"There was EMF everywhere in there Kat and Meredith's heart was missing" She knew it was serious as soon as Dean called her Kat.

"Missing? Well that's ... different"

"So, what do you think did it to her?" Sam directed his question to Kat but Dean beat her to it.

"Well, the landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was a werewolf?"

"No, Dean not a werewolf, the lunar cycle's not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit" Kat put her nail varnish in the glove box.

"Yeah well get this babe the blood on the carpet, I used masking tape to connect the pools of blood, and check this" He held out a drawing of an unusual symbol. It resembled a backward S with a circle in the middle.

"Ever see that symbol before babe?"

"I'm not sure, but something tells me it's a sigil of some kind"

"A sigil?" Sam questioned.

"A sigil is a symbol that's created for a specific magical purpose. They usually consist of complex combinations of other specific symbols or geometric figures that each provides a definite meaning, intent or spiritual power through prayer, meditation, ceremonial magic, sex magic. There's lots of ways" Kat noticed Dean's eyebrow raise at the mention of sex magic.

"Right" Sam smiled at her; he figured that she must be intelligent but he had no idea she was that intelligent.

"Swallowed a dictionary this morning babe?" Dean smirked. Kat slid her thick black rimmed glasses onto her nose and started the engine.

"I went to school, I revised for exams ... in-between the vampire hunting" She pulled off.

"Huh, must have been a tight schedule" Sam laughed.

"You have no idea"

"Let's head back to the motel, I wanna get changed" Dean pulled at his all in one overall. "Me and Dad did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork" Kat and Sam laughed. "What was that play that you did? What was it – Our Town? Yeah, you were good, it was cute" Dean turned to Sam.

"We pull it off didn't we?" Sam questioned him.

"I'm just sayin' these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean shrugged.

"Whose?" Sam's tone indicated that he was not convinced.

"Ours, you think credit card fraud is easy?" Dean scoffed.

"Yeah and poker is a skill" Kat added.

"Whatever guys" Sam sighed and sat back. "God forbid we should get jobs and do some honest work" He muttered to himself.

"Yeah but fraud is quicker Sammy" Kat speed off down the empty road.

After the boys got changed they made their way to the local bar that Meredith had been working in on the night she died. They acquired an empty table in the deserted part of the bar.

"Sam go and talk to the bartender, see what you can find out"

"Right" Sam stood up and began to walk to the bar.

"Oh and while you're there get the drinks in" Dean smirked and Sam shook his head. Kat's phone began to ring. "Uncle Danny" flashed on the screen.

"It's Danny, I'll be right back" She smiled at Dean and answered her phone. She walked in the direction of the entrance.

"Hey Uncle Danny. What's up?" Kat pushed the doors open and made her way over to the Impala. "Nothing's up, can't an uncle just call his favourite niece to check if she's ok?"

"I'm your only niece" She sat on the hood of the car.

"Well that's why you're my favourite"

"Thanks ... I guess" She twisted her hair around her finger.

"So how's life treating you?" A.K.A How's Dean treating you?

"Ok, I had a little run in with a bunch of crazy psycho freaks but other than that I'm good"

"What?" Kat laughed.

"Nothing, got kidnapped, escaped, it's all good"

"Kidnapped!"

"I escaped its fine!"

"Where was Dean?" Oh no here comes the whole "he's not good enough for you" routine.

"I am not going to have this conversation. I'm fine"

"Yeah well I'm concerned about you alright? I pretty much raised you I think I'm aloud to over react a little"

" ... I'm sorry, it's just ... I am not a child anymore"

"Katherine!"

"No Kat, Katherine is dead; she died the night everyone I cared about was murdered by a vampire"

"Ka-"

"No Danny I love you ok and I appreciate everything you've done for me but ... I don't need looking after anymore"

"You'll always be that little girl to me"

" ... I've gotta go"

"Kath- Kat, if you need me no matter what I'm here for you"

"I know, thank you, bye" She hung up before he could return her good bye. She sat in silence; she knew why he was calling. The anniversary of her parents and Jacks death was coming up in a few weeks. Every year in England she'd take a bunch of red roses and place them on the graves. She'd spend hours sitting in front of them reflecting on the events of her past. How she became who she was today. But not anymore ... England reminded her of everything she had lost. She couldn't stay there with a constant reminder of the life she could have been leading. She never regretted leaving; it made her who she was, shaped her to be stronger. Brought her to Dean.

Dean came bursting through the doors into the parking lot.

"Kat!" He looked around frantically the fear of losing her again fuelled him.

"What's wrong?" She shot to her feat. He turned to face her, relief washed over him. He ran over to her and threw his arms around her.

"Never do that again!" He shouted at her without letting her go. He kissed the top of her head.

"What?" She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away.

" I – the last time you went out into the parking lot on your own you ended up in a cage" When he could not see her in the foyer of the bar, he began to panic.

"I was on the phone Dean; you don't need to mommy coddle me ok?" His heart dropped, she had never pushed him away before.

"Kat, I just -" She put her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I need - sorry" She walked away from him and back in the direction of the bar. He grabbed her wrist. She turned to him and meet his gaze. Grey verses green. Her expression softened as a tear slid down her face.

"Kat what's wrong? And don't tell me nothing or time of the month, I have never seen you like this before!" She pulled away.

"I'm tired ok" She threw her arms down in defeat.

"Have you taken you supplements -" He put his hand in his pocket to pull the bottle out.

"No, tired of people, hunters seeing me and thinking I'm a little girl who needs to be looked after and taken care of. The damsel in distress" She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

"We care about you Kat that's all" He moved closer to her but she turned away.

"No you see the damsel in distress, Katherine she watched in tears as a vampire killed everyone that cared about her ... Kat would never have let that happen, ... I'm not the same person as I was and I never will be. Katherine's dead" He took her hand in his.

"But Kat'snot ... and she needs people that care about her" He kissed it gently. She smiled half heartedly.

"I know you care and I appreciate it, you don't understand how much I do but – I, I am just as good as you, Sam and Danny" She knew it sounded childish and shallow but just because she was a young woman doesn't make her any less of a good hunter.

"You're not as good Kat ... your better" He took her other hand.

"You're just saying that because you're lovely and perfect ... " She looked up at him. He loved the way she pouted when she was angry. Lips just begging to be kissed. He loved her too much to put her in danger. Sam made that mistake with Jess.

"No, the things you've seen they make you stronger make, they change you. Were the same, me, you, Sam. Damaged; but we learn to function, to carry on cause we have people that care about us. My dad your uncle; they taught us how to stop what happened to us from happening to anyone else" He moved closer and placed his head on top of hers. He felt the familiar feeling of her slender arms encasing his waist.

"What you think this is some chick flick movie and in the end we'll all fix each other?" She didn't say it in a nasty sarcastic way but in a tone that hinted she wished it were true. Her tears stained his shirt as he stroked her hair.

"I promise you right now, Kat Elkins that I Dean Winchester and this goes for Sam too, will do everything in our power to fix you" He smiled, not his usual smirk or his sexy come to bed grin just a pure beautiful smile. Her face lit up; she knew he meant it.

"And I Kat Elkins promise you Dean Winchester and Sammy Winchester that I will do everything in my power to fix you guys" She kissed his cheek, he had no idea how much she wished it could be his lips but she knew; the shapeshifter had told her the reasons why he could not tell her how much he cared about her. Fear for her safety and selfishness; he did not want to open his heart again to have it broken, scared by the prospect that she would disappear just like everybody else he had ever loved. "I love you Dean" Her words warmed his core.

"I love you too Kat" They stood there in the dark, arms around one another. He pulled back and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. She smiled, he smiled. Everything was ok ... for now.

"Let's go back inside, see if Sam's got anything for us" She took his hand.

When they reached the table Sam shared with them what he had learned from the bartender.

Meredith had worked here at the bar waiting tables, everyone was her friend and they said that was a normal girl. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died and there was nothing helpful about the sigil in John's journal. Kat could tell that by the end of his sentence something had caught his eye. She turned to look in the direction of his interest and saw a woman; petite, with short blond hair. Sam got up from the table and walked over to her. Kat had a sudden cold chill, alarm bells rang in her head. Something was wrong and she had a feeling it had something to do with Sam's new friend.

"Who's she?" Kat questioned Dean her tone held caution and it worried him.

"Never seen her before, why?" Dean raised his eyebrow at her curiously.

"I don't know, I just ... have a bad feeling about her ... it's probably nothing" She took a sip of her drink.

"Not good enough for our little Sammy huh?" He chuckled.

"I don't know I just ... let's go over and talk to her" She pulled on his arm and he picked up their drinks and followed her over.

They reached the table half way through a conversation so Kat stood there quietly.

"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again" Sam said cheerily.

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong" Her voice held a flirtatious tone, Sam nodded. Dean cleared his throat.

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean" Meg looked surprised at the mention of his name. "And our close friend Kat" Meg gave her a fake smile.

"This is Dean?" Dean smiled at her remark.

"Yeah" Sam sounded worried.

"So, you've heard of me?" Dean was expecting Sam to have been singing his praises. He was wrong.

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice—the way you treat your brother like luggage" Dean looked confused, Kat looked angry.

"Sorry?" Kat put her drink down on the table with a thud.

"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth" Her voice was sweet and innocent.

"Excuse me?" Dean recognised that tone all too well and grabbed Kat's hand.

"Leave it please" Dean whispered to her.

"Meg, it's all right" Sam calmed her down. Kat and Meg locked stares. Dean whistled lowly.

"Okay, awkward. Were gonna head back to the motel now aren't we Kat?" He gave Sam a puzzled look and walked away. Kat hesitated, her gaze lingering on Meg and then she walked away; leaving Sam with a pleading look.

"Be careful Sam"

Kat and Dean sat in the Impala. Kat's face was like thunder.

"How dare she!" She slammed her hand on the dashboard.

"Kat-" She figured that he was concerned about his car.

"She has no idea the things you've done for Sam!" She huffed and gritted her teeth.

"Calm down babe it's alright, stop taking it out on the Impala" He gripped the steering wheel.

"No it's ... it's not" She then realised Sam had treated Dean the way she had treated Danny. They were both ungrateful because they were too busy worrying about being independent to realise that the people who they thought were treating them like children were the ones who had their best interests at heart. "It's not I'm sorry" Her voice had softened and her tone was filled with guilt.
"For what?" He looked at her confused.

"I know you only have my best interests at heart, you and Danny. I'm so sorry" She frowned at herself.

"Well I accept your apology" He rested his hand on the back of her head and gently brought her closer and kissed her forehead. He pulled into the motel car park. Kat went in for a long hot shower, her mind drifted back to the case. The cogs started to turn. She exited the bathroom.

"So I was thinking there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Dean's jaw dropped as he took the sight of Kat in nothing but a towel was almost enough to make him forget about the fate of Mary and Jess and give into his desires. "Dean, first victim?" She waved her hand in front of his face.

"Err ... right. Yeah" He pulled out a newspaper clipping concerning the first death from the pocket of his jeans. "His name was, uh—his name was Ben Swardstrom" He handed her the clipping"

"Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal—the door was locked, the alarm was on" She scanned the paper, reading aloud but she kept one hand holding the corner of her towel. Her hair was damp and curly, steam radiated from her. She looked beautiful. Dean imagined himself getting up off of the bed and ripping that towel off of her perfect body, laying her down on the bed and –

"Dean, Is there any connection between the two of them?" She walked over to the bed she and Dean shared. She opened her duffle bag and pulled out some underwear; black with red lace.

"Not that, I- I can tell ...I mean, not yet, at least" She turned to face him and he adverted his gaze to Sam's laptop screen. "Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common—they were practically from different worlds" He pretended to be reading something on the screen.

"Oh, well it was worth a shot right?" She picked up her pyjamas; black spaghetti strap top complete with black three-quarter length bottoms. She walked back into the bathroom and locked the door. A huge smirk adorned her face. She made Dean Winchester stutter. She giggled like a school girl as she got dressed.

She came out of the bathroom and Sam had joined them in the room. Him and Dean were discussing Meg.

"I don't really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don't know, man, it's weird. I think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead. I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?" Sam sat down on his bed.

"I don't know, random coincidence. It happens" Dean continued as Kat came and joined him on their bed.

"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on" Dean smirked but Kat felt the same fear she felt when she first saw Meg.

"Well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" Sam rolled his eyes and laughed. "Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean pointed to his head and grinned. Sam's face became serious again. Kat shook her head as much as she loved Dean he could be such a guy.

"Do me a favour. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and Kat can you see if you can dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor please?"

"Sure sweetie, what are you gonna do?" She stood up and picked up her own laptop.

"I'm gonna watch Meg" Kat's face filled with worry, Dean laughed.

"Yeah, you are" He continued to laugh.

"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry" Sam stood up and picked the keys from the bedside table.

"All right, you little pervert" Dean smirked.

"Sam be careful ok, I got a bad feeling about that woman" Kat handed him a gun from Dean's bag.

"Thanks Kat" He smiled at her.

"No problem sweetie" She smiled back. He walked out the door and Kat sat on the bed and turned her laptop on.

After a half an hour of research she had found her sigil. She picked up her phone and dialled Sam, she put it on speaker phone and placed it between her and Dean.

"Hey" Sam greeted them.

"Let me guess. You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" Dean chuckled.

"No" Dean and Kat exchanged unconvinced expression and waited for another response from Sam. "Yes"

"You've got a funny way of showin' your affection" Dean continued to chuckle.

"Did you find anything on her or what?" Sam's patience was obviously beginning to wear thin.

"Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?" Kat smacked Dean in the chest, Sam laughed at Dean's false cries of pain.

"Thanks Kat, what about the symbol? Any luck?"

"Yeah, it turns out its Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva"

"What's a Daeva?" Sam and Dean questioned her.

"It translates to "demon of darkness". Zoroastrian demons and they're savage, animalistic"

"Kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls?" Dean raised his eyebrow. Kat nodded.

"How'd you figure that out?" Sam sounded intrigued.

"The amount of hunters I travelled with, you pick a few things up. Anyway, here's the thing, these Daeva's, they have to be summoned, conjured as it were"

"So, someone's controlling it?" Sam was amazed by what Kat knew and pondered just how many hunters she had travelled with before Dean.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying sweetie. And, from what I've been told it's pretty risky business, too. These freaks tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos" Dean giggled at her.

"So, what do they look like?" Dean moved over to sit opposite her and nearer the phone.

"Well, nobody knows, nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia at least. I mean Sam, summoning a demon that ancient? ... Someone out there really, really knows what they're doing"

"You think we've got a major player in town?" Sam sounded a little worried. When If Kat's dubious about something then they are in trouble.

"Yeah I do, don't worry Sam we got this" She looked over to Dean, he nodded.

"Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" Dean chuckled.

"Bite me" Sam replied.

"No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks, though -"Sam hung up. "Sam? Are you—?" Kat and Dean burst out laughing.

"Well I'm going to get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning" Kat stood up and put her laptop back in its bag. She went back over to the bed.

"Night, sweet dreams" He kissed her forehead. She got under the covers and turned away from him. After about ten minutes she heard him turn the T.V off and felt him lay beside her on top of the covers and as always felt his arm around her protectively.

She was woken by Sam bursting through the motel room door.

"Guy's I gotta talk to you" Kat rubbed her eyes as she sat up in the bed.

"It's her, Meg" Sam sat down on the chair at the end of the bed.

"So, little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Kat knew there was something wrong with that girl.

"Looks like she was using a black altar to control the thing" Sam had followed her and discovered her secret hidey-hole complete with a black alter decorated in the occult style.

"So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl" Dean chuckled. Sam rolled his eyes and Kat looked furious.

"And there was this bowl; she was talking into it. The way witches used to cry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone"

"With who? With the Daeva?" Dean questioned him but he kept his gaze on Kat.

"No, Kat you said those things were savages" She nodded. "No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse" Dean though for a moment and glanced at some files on the table that sat in the corner of their room. He got out of bed and walked over to them. He picked them up and began to scan through them. Kat got up and followed him, stopping to sit on the table.

"Holy crap"

"What is sweetie?" Kat stood up behind him looking at the various pieces of paper he held in his hand.

"What I was gonna tell you earlier I pulled a favour with my friend, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims we missed something the first time"

"What?" Sam came over to look at the records.

"The first victim, the old man, he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born" He pointed to something on the page.

"Lawrence, Kansas" Sam and Kat read aloud.

"Mmhmm" He picked up the second file. "Meredith, second victim, turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from" The paper read "Lawrence, Kansas". Sam sat down across from Dean, clearly shocked.

"Holy crap" Was his only response.

"Yeah" Kat began to pace behind Dean.

"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Sam leaned forward.

"I think it's a definite possibility" Dean looked to Kat for a second opinion.

"No, this thing it's ... I just don't think that a creature like that could have stayed off the grid for so long without a reported sighting or a hunting party going after it" She shook her head. The contacts she had gained through her uncle called or e-mailed anything unusual, sighting, invitations to a hunt or for her opinion. And not once had this creature come up.

"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam shook his head.

"Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation" Dean stood up.

"No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showing up to meet her" Kat turned to pick up her coat.

"I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone" Dean took his phone out of his pocket.

Kat and Sam entered the room carrying bags full of weapons. Dean was leaving a message on John's voice mail. Kat wondered why he kept trying; she would have given up by now.

"We think we've got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh, this warehouse—its 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can" He turned to face them "Jesus, what'd you get?" he gestured to the bags. Sam chuckled.

"Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so we should just expect everything" Dean nodded; they begin loading their guns silently.

"Big night" Dean spoke to Sam.

"Yeah. You nervous?" He sat opposite his brother. Kat sat silently on the bed behind them, she knew whatever this was it was not what killed Marry it just didn't add up. The thing that killed their mother would not need a Daeva to do its dirty work.

"No. Why, are you?" Dean looked over to Kat as he spoke. She definitely had something on her mind.

"No. No way" They were silent for a few seconds. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam's voice filled with excitement.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right sweetie?" She was not going to let him get all worked up.

"I know. I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school, be a person again" Kat smiled half heartedly at Sam; she turned away from him to continue preparing her weapons. Dean looked shocked.

"You wanna go back to school?" Kat sighed she knew what was coming. Dean was about to discover his little brother did not want the same thing as he did. They were different maybe too different.

"Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing" Sam stood up.

"Huh" He exchanged a glance with Kat; her face remained neutral.

"Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?" Sam looked from Kat to Dean.

"No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you" Dean smiled.

"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" He smiled to them both.

"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt" Dean looked over to Kat. She nodded and smiled at him.

"But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself ... Kat?"

"I want to make sure that what happened to me never happens to anyone else" Kat got up from the bed and loaded her pistols.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam" He walked over to the dresser.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean was silent for a while, and then he turned back to Sam.

"Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" Kat knew exactly why, he had told her on the way.

"'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom" Sam moved closer to Dean.

"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man" He returned to his previous seat in front of the dresser and fell silent again. Kat moved over behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Once again he turned to Sam.

"You and me, Dad and you Kat. I mean, I want us….I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again" Kat smiled she missed being part of a family.

"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before" Dean's face fell, Kat closed her eyes; Sam had just broken his heart.

"Could be" His voice was filled with sadness; he was attempting to hold back tears.

"I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way" He looked over to Kat for support but she kept her mouth shut, Dean already had major insecurities because of his parents but if Sam left too it would kill him.

Kat waited outside the warehouse; Dean had asked her to keep watch. Kat suspected that he had her best interests at heart. The boys had been in there for a about half an hour now, she was getting worried. She decided she was going to disobey Dean's wishes and head inside. She silently crept up to the top avoiding the piles of junk and wooden creates in her way. The boys were tied to columns and Meg was straddling Sam. Dean noticed Kat, he attempted to distract Meg.

"Why you doin' this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" Kat took a hold of a shotgun by the barrel.

"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do; loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy and Jess" Kat ran over and smacked Meg around the head with the shotgun. She fell to the floor. Kat stood in front of the brothers, a smirk on her face, the shotgun rested on her shoulder.

"Kat! Get the altar" She walked over to the altar and kicked it over. A shadow demon appeared behind her and grabbed Meg it dragged her across the floor and out through the window. Kat ran to look outside. Meg lay sprawled on the street below.

"Damn" She turned away and walked over to Dean and got out her knife, she cut him free from his ropes. He then freed Sam from his.

"So, I guess the Daeva's didn't like being bossed around" Kat handed the shotgun to Dean.

"Yeah, I guess not. Hey, Sam?" Dean turned to him.

"Hm?" Sam responded.

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" He smiled and walked away. Kat shrugged, smiled at Sam and followed Dean.

Kat sat in the front of the Impala, Dean took his usual place in the driver's seat and Sam in the back.

"So the whole thing, was a trap?" Kat questioned.

"Yeah It was all a set-up and that the victims from Lawrence were just to draw us in" Sam was obviously upset the first girl he had liked since Jess was a psycho killer.

"All this for dad, she knew his one weakness" Dean sighed as he pulled up at their motel.

"You guys" Kat finished his sentence for him.

"... Yeah" Dean locked the car. Sam was struggling to carry all the useless weapons they had taken.

"Here Sam I'll help you" Kat took one of the bags from him only to have it taken from her by Dean.

"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean questioned him as they made their way through the hallway to their room.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again, better safe than sorry" Kat nodded at Sam's comment.

"Whatever" Dean unlocked the door and they entered the room. An outline of a man standing by the window greeted them.

"Hey!" Kat shouted and Sam turned on the light. The man turned around.

"John!" Kat sighed relieved. Sam and Dean stood there stunned.

"Dad?"

"Hey, boys, Kat" Dean and John walked towards each other and shared a long, emotional hug. Sam watched sadness plastered on his face. Dean and John pulled apart a few seconds later. "Hi, Sam" Sam looked at Kat. She smiled and gestured to John.

"Hey, Dad" He placed the bag full of weapons on the floor.

"Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry" Dean began to ramble.

"It's all right. I thought it might've been"

"Were you there?" Kat questioned from the other side of the room.

"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?"

"Yes, sir" Sam and Dean's reply. "Yeah" was Kat's.

"Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before"

"The demon has?" Sam questioned.

"It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell, actually kill it"

"How?" John smiled at Kat comment. She always challenged him, she was the daughter he had never had and didn't want.

"I'm workin' on that" he replied, she scoffed.

"Let us come with you. We'll help" Dean gave Sam a warning look.

"No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire. I don't want you hurt"

"Dad, you don't have to worry about us" Sam pleaded.

"Of course I do. I'm your father... Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight"

"Yes, sir" Sam sounded defeated.

"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time" John smiled.

"Too long" He and John embraced, crying. They pulled apart. The three of them look around tearfully. Kat moved over to the window. Suddenly John was thrown into the set of cabinets; he fell to the ground along with Sam.

"No!" Dean yelled as he attempted to get to Kat. He was thrown to the floor as well. Kat turned to look out the window, Meg was standing outside the apartment; holding a pendant around her neck. Kat recognised the Zoroastrian symbol. Sam, Dean, and John groaned and screamed in pain as they were flung around the room. Fresh scratches appeared on their faces. Kat made her way to the bag of weapons on the floor, her hands trembled but eventually she found what she was looking for. A flare.

"Shut your eyes boys! These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" She lit the flare the room instantly filled with smoke and a brilliant white light Kat shielded her eyes with her arm. The shadow demon vanished. Coughing and sputtering was all that could be heard.

"Dean!" Kat screamed.

"Over here!" Kat made her way to him and helped him up to his feet. Sam followed them out of the room stopping to grab the bag of weapons.

They run down the alley to the Impala, Sam put the bag in the backseat of the car.

"Guys come on. We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back" Kat got the keys from Dean and got into the driving seat.

"Wait, wait. Sam, wait. Dad, you can't come with us" Kat was shocked Dean was actually thinking logically.

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Sam looked at him like he was insane.

"You boys, you're beat to hell" John looked over to Kat. She smiled.

"We'll be all right, I'll look after them. I promise" She saluted him with a wink.

"Kat, we should stick together. We'll go after those demons -" Sam turned to her.

"Sam, this whole thing was a set up to get to John. They're not gonna stop sweetie, they're gonna try again. They're gonna use you and Dean to get to him. Meg was right. John is vulnerable when he's with you guys"

"Dad, no" Sam placed a hand on his father's shoulder. "After everything, after all the time we spent lookin' for you ... please. I gotta be a part of this fight" Kat looked at Dean; she knew what it was like to seek revenge.

"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay, you've gotta let me go" All three of them stood silently for a moment, close to tears. Finally, Sam pats his father's shoulder once, then let go. John looked over to Dean; he then walked over to his truck. He looked back at them. "Be careful, boys. Kat take care of em' for me"

"Will do sir" Since you can't do it yourself. He smiled at her, got in his truck and drove away.