Silent tears slid down Kat's face as she watched the Winchester's burry her uncle. Dean passed the torch to Sam, John was placing the dirt onto of the grave. Dean joined Kat on the hood of the Impala; he put his arm around her and kissed her temple. She remained silent. She thought about the letter that her uncle had left for her.
"He blames himself" Her words caused the Winchester's to stop.
"What for Kat?" John placed the shovel on the dirt.
"For what happened to my parent's ... he thinks, ... thought that it was his fault ... because of him ... being a hunter" She stared at the make shift headstone.
"It wasn't his fault" John told her; attempting to comfort her.
"No ... it was mine" She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her black hoodie.
"No I didn't mean -" John watched as she burst into tears. Dean pulled her into his arms.
"Hey, shush babe it's not your fault" Dean whispered in her ear.
"It is" She told him, her tone flat. He could tell that she had already convinced herself.
"Kat" John called her. "Listen to me, your uncle loved you more than anything in the world and he wouldn't want you to do this to yourself" Kat looked over to him.
"... I know he wouldn't" She smiled weakly.
"That's my girl" John smiled. He wiped his hands on his jeans, removing the dirt. "It's done" Sam placed the torch on the back seat.
"Oh Kat, I've got something of yours" He placed his hand in his pocket. He pulled out her pentacle, what was left of it. She looked at the scratches, rubbing her thumb along the base.
"Thank you Sammy" She spoke half heartedly.
"Where'd you find that?" Sam ignored Dean's question.
"I lost it, I was following the pack in the forest ... the clasp has been broken for a while ..." She never took her eyes from it.
"I found it, I didn't want to worry you" John came from the back of his truck with beers in his hands. He held one out for Kat, she didn't usually drink but she felt like she needed one tonight.
They sat round the fire, uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
"Luther, he was the one who killed Poppy right?" John's words interrupted Kat's train of thought.
"Yes, me and Danny ... we searched for him for years but, ... he's – he was good at hiding" She picked at the label on her beer.
"Well he's gone now" Dean smiled at her.
"Along with every member of my family ... and my humanity" She sighed. She stood up and returned to her Uncles grave. Dean rose from his seat to follow.
"Let her go Dean" John handed him another beer.
Kat sat crossed legged on the ground.
"We had a good run you and me" She smiled. "It was all my fault ... everything, mom, dad, Jack, you ... maybe Poppy. All because I'm ... I'm a ... monster" A tear slid down her face. "And the worse part about it ... I – I kinda ... like the thought of being a vampire. Is that wrong? ...I feel powerful, in control for once ... huh ... thank you for everything you've done for me, everything you taught me, but now that Luther's gone I ... I guess I feel lost, I have no purpose, no goal ... I guess I'll have to start again, again. Twice I've had my world turned upside down, been forced to change who I am" She took the pentacle from her pocket and placed it on the grave; she then cupped a handful of dirt and buried it underneath. "This used to mean so much to me ... but now I – I don't know, I feel like it's ... not mine. Not anymore" She patted the dirt flat and wiped her hands on her jeans. "You can look after it for me ..." She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her black jacket. She stood up.
"She's been gone too long" Dean stood up, ignoring the pleas to leave her be. "Kat?" She turned her head but remained silent. "Hey ... I don't know what to say to you sweetheart" He took her hand.
"Anything would do" He brushed the remaining dirt from her hand, giving her a quizzical look.
"I buried my pentacle with Danny ... I guess I feel wrong wearing it after ..." She shrugged.
"What? Why?" Dean didn't understand even vampires need protection.
"Jack, he gave me that, told me it would keep me safe. You know I've never took that off ...but now it just feels like it's not mine anymore ... I'm not the person that he gave it too ... does that make any sense?" She couldn't really explain it. "I'm not the same person anymore, I guess I never really was ... I just didn't know it" She sighed.
"Well you're still the same beautiful, intelligent, funny, sweet, caring, crazy woman that I fell for" He ruffled her hair and winked. She smiled; she hadn't smiled all night.
"I love you too" She wrapped her arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead. "Come on I could use another drink" She took his hand, they made her way back to John and Sam.
"What are you goin to do with all his belongings?" John questioned.
"I was thinking of putting it all into storage, I can't leave it in the house and I have nowhere else to keep it so" She shrugged, she hadn't given it much thought. She didn't really want to think about it.
"We'll help Kat" Sam smiled. "We can start first thing tomorrow right guys?" He looked from his dad to his brother. They nodded.
"Thanks guys" She smiled.
"Hey your family now" John raised his beer to her. Kat nodded at him; she was getting a second chance a chance to have a family. A chance to be happy. But some small part of her didn't trust John.