"They've got Dad" The brothers exchanged a look of concern and anger. Dean swung his arm across the sideboard; causing the porcelain vase to shatter. A single shard dug into his arm. Kat rose from the bed, eyes deep red, fangs exposed. She could feel the pain in her throat intensifying. She turned her head away sharply. She noticed her pills on the bed side table. She gulped down two hoping for an instant effect. Sam moved closer to her.
"Dean go wash your arm, stop the bleeding" He ordered his brother into the bathroom, he obeyed silently. He sat down next to Kat. She wrapped her arms around her knees, moving as far away from him as she could.
"Sam don't" Tears welled in her eyes. They were slightly dulling now; returning to normal.
"Kat you're not gonna hurt me" He smiled.
"I – it hurt's" She told him sobbing.
"What does Kat?" His tone was soft and sweet. Like he was talking to a child.
"My throat, it stings constantly. I thought it would go away but-"She sighed, resting her head on her knees.
"You want blood" He told her.
"... I need it" She was ashamed to admit that but she did.
"Have you been taking your supplements?" Sam examined the bottle.
"Yes but – I think, I think that when I use my abilities it, it drains me" She looked up at him, wiping the tears away with her torn t-shirt.
"Your healing?" She nodded.
"And ... I can ... sort of ... compel people" She didn't really want to tell the boys that.
"Compel?" He didn't understand.
"It hard to do and I can only make people so simple things" She tried to underplay the extent of her power.
"You can control people?" He was shocked.
"I've only used it once, on Charlie tonight. To get him out of the house"
"Right ... look your gonna get worse if you don't feed" He made it sound normal. She didn't like that word 'feed' its connotations worried her. Dean returned from the bathroom, his arm was wrapped in a bandage.
"Kat you ok?" He kept his distance.
"She needs to feed" Sam stood up, staring at his brother in silence. He raised his eyebrow at him. Then it clicked. He wanted Dean to let Kat feed from him.
"No" She told them both, attempting to get up. Sam steadied her.
"They've got dad Kat" Sam announced.
"Meg? What did she say?" She still sounded weak. Dean grabbed the Colt from the end table and put it in his back pocket. Kat grabbed a duffel bag that sat on the opposite bed.
"What are you doing?" Sam looked from Dean to Kat.
"We gotta go" was Deans answer.
"Why?"
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right? It knows we've got the Colt, it's got Dad, it's probably comin' for us next" He pulled on his coat.
"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come" Sam smiled.
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready! We don't know how many of them there are out there. We're no good to anybody dead ... deader in my case" She winked at him, he smiled.
"Your right, you are weak and that's why you need to feed" Sam frowned; he had never seen Kat look so fragile.
"We're leaving. Now" Dean walked out of the door. "I think I know someone who can help ... with both problems" Kat and Sam exchanged confused looks.
Dean was speeding down the road. Kat sat in the back, Sam in the passenger seat.
"I'm tellin' you, Dean, we could've taken him" Sam sulked.
"What we need is a plan. They're probably keeping John alive; we've just got to figure out where" Kat gazed out of the window watching the passing scenery. "They'll want a trade, for the gun" Sam shook his head.
"What?" Dean asked.
"If that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Kat remained silent. "Dad….he might be—"
"Don't!" Dean held up his hand to stop Sam in his tracks.
"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job" Sam pleaded, he turned to Kat for back up. She turned away.
"Screw the job, Sam!" Dean shouted.
"Dean, I'm just tryin' to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going"
"Would you quit talkin' about him like he's dead already? Listen to me! Everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything!" Kat sighed, even she would have to wait.
"So, how do we find him? We can't just go to Lincoln and hope the demons left a trail" Kat huffed.
"You're right. That's why we're going to get help" Dean continued to speed.
The sign 'Singer's Autos' greeted them as they pulled up in front of a rundown, dirty house surrounded by car parts that had been scattered around the yard. On the hood of a nearby blue pickup truck sat a huge dog.
Inside the house, the gang was greeted by Bobby Singer, a long time family friend of the Winchesters. Bobby handed Dean a small bottle.
"Here ya go"
"What is this? Holy water?" He looked over to Kat nervously. Could she drink it if he asked her too?
"That one is" He held up another bottle. "This is whiskey" He took a swig and handed the bottle to Dean. Sam was sitting at the desk, looking through a large book.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come" Dean still hadn't gotten around the other little problem they were having. Kat.
"Nonsense. Your daddy needs help" He shook his head, a gesture to indicate it was not trouble.
"Yeah, but last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything" Dean smiled.
"Yeah, well, what can I say?" Bobby shrugged.
"John just has that effect on people" Kat finally spoke; she was standing by the window next to Sam.
"Yeah, I guess he does" Dean agreed.
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back" Bobby smiled half heartedly.
"Bobby, this book—I've never seen anything like it" Sam handed it to Kat.
"The Key of Solomon, protective circles, hell you get a demon in one, they're trapped, powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel" Kat felt a twinge of excitement, the thrill of the hunt. Sam laughed.
"The man knows his stuff" Kat smiled brightly.
"Thank you miss? ..."
"I'm err Kat, Kat Elkins" She tucked the book under her arm and held out her hand.
"Elkins? Your Danny's girl?" He shook her hand.
"Yeah, you ... knew him?" She had never heard him mention a Bobby Singer before.
"Knew?" Dean and Sam shook their heads, Kat remained silent. "I'm so sorry I had no idea - ... how? When?" As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted asking those questions.
"About three weeks ago, vampires looking for the Cult" She sighed.
"Damn vampires, blood sucking son's of bitches" He began to mutter to himself, the brothers exchanged worried looks, maybe they shouldn't be sharing Kat's secret after all. "I'll tell you somethin' else, too; you're lucky you got this little lady with you boys cause this is some serious crap you've stepped in"
"Yeah? How's that?" Sam stood from his seat at the desk.
"Her uncle was one of the best and I'm pretty sure he taught her everything he knew" He smiled weakly at Kat. She slouched against the nearby wall. "Normal year, I hear, say, three demonic possessions, maybe four, tops" He continued.
"Yeah?" Dean didn't see where he was going with this.
"This year, I've heard of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm sayin'? More and more demons are walkin' among us—a lot more"
"Do you know why?" Kat questioned.
" No, but I know it's somethin' big. A storm's comin'. And you boys, your daddy and half pint here—you are smack in the middle of it" The three of them exchanged glances. From outside, they could hear a dog barking. "Rumsfeld. What is it?" Bobby moved to the window and saw that dog was no longer sitting on the hood of the pickup truck.
"Something's wrong" Kat announced, she could feel it. Suddenly, Meg kicked down the door of the house and walked in. Dean took out the bottle of holy water from his pocket. Kat disappeared.
"No more crap, okay?" He unscrewed the bottle and began walking towards her. She hit him, sending him flying against the wall. He collapsed to the ground. Sam and Bobby began backing away as she approached them. "I want the Colt, Sam—the real Colt. Right now"
"We don't have it on us. We buried it" He told her.
"Didn't I say, "No more crap"? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads, Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Kat appeared behind her.
"Actually bitch, we were counting on it" She slapped her around the face. Meg attempted to lung for her, Kat shook her head playfully and pointed to the ceiling. She was trapped in a protective circle. "Gotcha"