"What do I do Bobby? ... I can't just lie and pretend I mean they're not stupid" Kat held her head in her hands. Bobby pulled out a bottle of whisky and poured her a double. The boys had gone to retrieve their father's body.
"Did he tell you not to say anything? You know before he ... died" Bobby handed her the glass. She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes.
"No, I he just wanted to get it over with, I mean maybe he thought I wouldn't lie to the guys?" She gulped it, not as satisfying as blood but it was her guilt that needed soothing not her thirst.
"Would you?" His question was simple.
"If I tell Dean his father died to save his life ... it'll, it'll kill him" She rubbed the bridge of her nose between her fingers.
"To be honest, if I were you ... I'd keep my trap shut" He poured himself a glass and pointed the bottle towards her, she nodded.
"I know but ... if he finds out I lied ..." she filled her glass and drank.
"He loves ya kid, he'll understand once he's done greavin' ya just gotta give him time" She poured another. She'd never drank this much before ... could vampires even get drunk?
"I don't know ... I can't tell Sam either, I know he's understand but I can't tell him and not Dean it's just, well it's not cricket as we like to say back home" She scoffed, another.
"Darlin' just don't say anything, like you said their not stupid ... well not that stupid, I think they'll figure it out on their own but for now just ... John wouldn't want him carting that burden" Bobby took the empty bottle away from her and chucked it in the trash.
"Your right, your right I know you are it's just ... its hard you know" She half heartedly smiled to him.
"Damn right I know Katherine, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do" His words indicated he had experience at this sort of thing; if she had to suffer to prevent the boys from having to then it's be worth it in the end.
The three of them stood silently, staring into the flames as John's body burned on the pyre. The boys stood hands in pockets, Sam was fidgeting. Kat felt like she didn't belong here all the bull John spouted in front of the boys about her being family and all that time he was using her, for back up. Back up please, she was a bad ass hybrid and he wanted her as plan B. In the words of Bobby idjit!. She huffed at the thought.
"Before he.. before, did he say anything to you? About anything?" Sam broke the silence.
"No. Nothing" Dean didn't even turn to face his brother. Liar, Kat saw John whispering to Dean just before he died. She put two and two together and figured it must be about Sam and it must be bad. Why else would Dean lie ... maybe he's trying to protect Sam. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones she supposed.
They had been staying with Bobby for the past week, Dean had been working on the Impala and avoiding confronting the issue of his fathers death. He wouldn't even talk to Kat. She sat in Bobby's kitchen, staring into her flask of warm blood. She had slowly started to drink a little more, Bobby suggested upping her intake every month or so ... the boys were not aware of this little experiment. Sam had stepped outside to see if Dean needed any help on the Impala. She was eavesdropping on their conversation, it wasn't too hard they weren't too far away but still she had to focus.
"Stop it, Sam" Dean ordered in his best John voice.
"Stop what?" Sam asked, attempting to sound innocent.
"Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise" Dean shouted.
"liar" Kat spoke to herself.
"All right, Dean, it's just..." Bobby interrupted her by walking into the kitchen.
"You talkin to me kid?" She held up a slender finger to indicate for him to be quiet.
"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance" Sarcastic as always.
"He's being a dick" Kat announced to Bobby. "Sam went to check on him, see if he was ok and now he's just being-"
"A dick, yeah I got it" She laughed at his comment.
"Say something, all right? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car. You've hardly spoken to Kat, she's been through a lot recently Dean and she's put all that aside to help us. She needs us" She smiled as Sam's comment, such high praise. He trusted her implicitly told her things he never even told Dean. How would he react if he knew she was lying to him? Her thoughts distracted her.
"It's not going well Bobby; he's bottling it all up. Sam just wants help but ..." She sighed. It wasn't all his fault she'd been avoiding him a little; guilt. Almost like he'd just know she was hiding something.
"We all cope in different ways kiddo, he'll come round" She smiled and sipped the last of her drink. The door opened and the boys walked in.
"Bobby can we borrow a car?" Dean asked.
"Where are we going?" Kat asked as she swilled her flask in the sink.
"A woman left a message on dad's phone, I ran a trace on her number and I got an address" Sam smiled. She knew he was attempting to distract Dean. She doubted it would work.
"Course you can boys, here" He grabbed a key from the rack threw it to Dean.
They sat in silence on their way in the beat up minivan that Bobby had supplied them with.
"Roadhouse Saloon" Kat read aloud. An old bar that looked like it had seen better days; their destination. They got out of the van.
"This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!" dean slammed the van door.
"It's the only car Bobby had running" Sam scolded. Ungrateful. Kat examined their surroundings, she could hear or smell anything out of the ordinary.
"You guys go ahead and check out the bar I'll check the perimeter, won't take long I'll meet you inside" Before they had chance to comment or object she was gone.
Nothing, nada, zilch ... almost too quite for her liking. Suddenly she heard it, a gun being cocked. She ran to the door of the Roadhouse; theatricality taking over she kicked open the door. She could faintly smell Dean's blood, didn't have much of an effect on her as she hadn't long fed.
"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys" All eyes avert to Kat. "And I take it she's with you?" The older woman questions the boys. Dean's nose was bloody.
"Yeah, err this is-" Kat interrupted Sam.
"Kat, Kat Elkins" she smiled, the blond girl - she already hated her. She was eye humping Dean as they spoke. Time to mark her territory.
"Elkins huh, hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo. How's Danny doing sweetheart?" She lowered her hand gun. Her daughter mimicked her actions.
"Dead, vampires, sweetie what happened to your nose" She gently placed her hand on Dean's chin and lifted his head to get a better look.
"I'm sorry to hear that, he was a good man, a good hunter" Ellen handed her a small towel filled with ice. Kat held it in place. He smiled at her, that naughty smile of his; she hadn't seen that in a while. She smiled back. Joe cleared her throat. Green eyed monster, mission accomplished. Kat - 1 Joe - 0.
"Thank you" Kat smiled weakly.
"You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?"" Dean asked. Pleasantries over time to get down to business.
"Well, the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it" She stated as if they were stupid. Kat handed Dean his ice pack and took a seat on the stool next to him, placing her hand on his thigh; just in case she didn't make it clear before. 2-0.
"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean asked her suspiciously. Kat noticed Jo eyeing her, was she on to her?
"Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once" Kat rolled her eyes at Ellen's comment, must of pissed her off too, always making friends that man.
"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?" Dean's tone was a little rude; Kat squeezed his thigh causing him to tense. 3-0 and a warning to Dean to play nice.
"You'd have to ask him that" She was hiding something, so her, Dean and now Ellen everyone was at it today.
"So why exactly do we need your help?" Obviously her warning went un-noticed.
"Hey, don't do me any favours. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass on the way out. But John wouldn't have sent you if..." The look on her face indicated that the penny had dropped. "He didn't send you" Dean looked down at his feet then over to Sam. "He's all right, isn't he?" She already knew the answer.
"No. It was the demon, we think. It, um, it just got him before he got it" Kat was getting good at this lying thing.
"I'm so sorry" Ellen frowned.
"It's okay. We're all right" Dean inter wound his hand in Kat's. 4-0.
"Really? I know how close you and your dad were" Kat shook her head to warn her to drop it,
"Really, lady, I'm fine" Too late.
"So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get" Sam smiled at her.
"Well, we can't. But Ash will" why leave a message to say you could help if you merely knew a guy who could help?
"Who's Ash?" Kat asked.
"Ash!" She shouted, a guy who lay passed out on the bar jerked awake, sat up and fell off. Kat held back a giggle.
"What? It closin' time?" He questioned groggily.
"That's Ash?" She smiled.
The boys and Jo followed Ash; Ellen blocked Kat's path.
"Can I have a word?" Her tone serious. Kat sat back down. "So I'm guessing they know?" She gestured to Sam and Dean with her head.
"Know?" Kat was rumbled and she knew it maybe her grand entrance was too grand.
"That you're not human" She scoffed, obviously didn't appreciate Kat's attempt to play dumb.
"... Actually I am" Technically that wasn't a lie, well half a lie.
" Right so you just kicked that solid oak door open in-" She glanced down at her choice of footwear "converse?" Oh she was good; Kat would have to play it more carefully in the future.
"Sam and Dean unlocked the door, I was standing right outside I heard the guns cock ... it was an adrenaline thing" She watched as Ellen picked a bottle from the top shelf, she poured the clear liquid into a shot glass.
"So you wouldn't mind drinking this then would ya sweetheart?" Holey water, could she? She knew silver was harmless all her jewellery was made from it. She hoped she had no dead man's blood on that shelf too. She reluctantly picked up the glass, she slowly drank. It didn't hurt but it tasted ... horrible, like her body knew she shouldn't be drinking it. If she hadn't had drank earlier would it have hurt? If it was thrown onto her would she burn?
"satisfied?" Kat smirked. Ellen placed her hand on Kat's, what was she doing? Then she realised her wedding band. It was silver.
"Ok I'm sorry you just can't be too careful now days" She filled the shot glass with the closest thing to her, Rum.
"I understand, I love those guys so when I thought they were in danger I guess I just ..." Kat shrugged.
"I know, look my daughter she err you know thinks she's ..." She paused to choose her words carefully.
"God's gift?" Kat attempted to phrase it as a question not a statement.
"Err yeah so you know ... I'm sure now she knows Dean's spoken for she'll back off" She smiled. Kat smirked. Maybe her attempt to warn her off were a little over the top too.
"Sure, no problem" Sam and Dean returned to the front of the bar. "Hey sweeties what's going on?" She turned from Ellen towards the boys, Sam smiled at her choice of words he loved it when she called him sweetie. It was mom like.
"Ash's gonna track this thing down for us, using omens so err we gotta give him some time to do his thing" Dean sat at a nearby table. Sam joined her at the bar.
"How long?" Kat downed her rum, shaking her head as the after taste hit.
"Fifty one hours" Sam sounded as irritated as she felt, what the hell where they supposed to do till then.
"Right, I'm gonna go get some fresh air, stretch my legs" Kat stood to leave.
Kat sat on the hood of the Minivan, she took a deep breath. The lies were piling up.
"Babe, you alright?" She turned, Dean was watching her intently.
"Ellen, she err called me out ... made me drink holy water then tried to burn me with her wedding band" She didn't realise she was that conspicuous.
"Well you know you did kinda kick down the door FBI style" He smiled and joined her on the hood.
"I heard the guns I was worried ok? Shoot me ... in fact no don't cause that'd just further her suspicion when I get back up" She rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapper her arm round her waist.
"You have this ... aura about you Kat" He felt it; she looked at him in confusion. "Like there's just something about you, you know ... when I meet you I thought it was ... love at first site" He sounded like he was struggling to explain it.
"Aww that was the most romantic thing you've ever said ... I'll just ignore the 'but' that's coming" She teased, she kissed his cheek.
"What I'm trying to say is you have this presence, so Ellen probably just picking up on that" Kat at no idea she had that effect. So maybe it would be harder to hide than she anticipated.
"You never mentioned that before?" She turned to face him.
"Well like I said I thought it was ... just, because I was, ... I was in love with you" He smiled, he had a hard time talking about his feelings so this was a rare moment. She smiled.
"I love you too Dean and I want you to know that whenever you're ready to talk I'm here" He smiled; she knew she couldn't push him into talking about John, she's just have to wait till he was ready.
"Hey I'm sorry I've been ... distant the past week, it's just ..." He was attempting an apology.
"It's ok, I get it I lost someone too remember ... I guess I was so wrapped up in this case that I, I haven't really grieved" The more she thought about it she wasn't sure she was quite ready to let go either.
"Thank you Kat I mean it, you've put everything aside to help me and Sam and I want you to know we really appreciate it" She leaned in and kissed his lips, their first kiss in a while.
"I love you guys, your everything to me so don't feel like you have to apologise and thank me cause ... like you always say were family" He smiled; he placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into him their lips crashing.
"Oh and I noticed your little show in their too kitten" He held her close, her hands resting on his chest.
"Why whatever do you mean Mr. Winchester?" She smirked and batted her eyelids.
"Marking your territory huh? ... that's kinda hot" His eyes held that gleam, her enhanced libido was proving to be a pain in the ass.
"Well maybe the minivan wasn't such a bad idea after all" She raised her eyebrow suggestively.
"Oh that's naughty ... I like it" She slid off the car and pulled him with her by his forearms.
"Kat, Dean come here, check this out!" Sam cried from the door way of the Roadhouse. Kat and Dean sighed and rolled their eyes.
"This better be important" Kat whispered as she began to walk towards him.
"Can't you like, I don't know put him to sleep or something" Dean asked as he followed. Kat laughed, could she? She could compel him to she supposed but she wouldn't do that to Sam.
"A few murders, not far from here, that Ellen caught wind of. Looks to me like there might be a hunt ... I told her we'd check it out you know kill some time till Ash has a lead for us" Sam smiled and handed Dean a folder before walking towards the minivan.
"I preferred our idea of killing time" Kat exhaled and took the folder from him.
"Me too babe, me too"
Night had set in and as they drove all squashed up together in the front of the minivan. Sam was researching on his laptop, Dean drove and Kat watched as the rain bounced off the windshield.
"You've gotta be kidding me. A killer clown?" Dean announced, breaking the silence. He still couldn't believe it.
"Yeah. He left the daughter unharmed and killed the parents. Ripped them to pieces, actually" Sam had studied the news paper clippings Ellen had gathered.
"I hate clowns ... they think their sooo funny with their red noses and big shoes, anyone could squirt water at people and pretend to fall down" Dean laughed at Kat's outburst; he figured it had something to do with Sam's interruption. It was partly, however being cooped up at Bobby's drinking blood then having no hunt, no activity ... she felt restless, like she had too much energy and no release.
"Ok Babe you can have the kill shot, so this family was at some carnival that night?" Dean patted her on the head.
"Right, right. The, uh, Cooper Carnivals" Sam read the name from the folder.
"So how do you know we're not dealing with some psycho carnie in a clown suit?" Dean had such a way with words.
"Well, the cops have no viable leads, and all the employees were tearing down shop. Alibis all around. Plus this girl said she saw a clown vanish into thin air. Cops are saying trauma, of course" Sam smiled, in your face Dean, go Sam.
"Well, I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?" Dean laughed.
"Oh, give me a break" Sam sighed.
"See babe you're not the only one who hate's clowns. You didn't think I'd remember, did you? I mean, come on, you still bust out crying whenever you see Ronald McDonald on the television" Kat burst out laughing, Sam's face was hard, he was getting a little angry.
"Well, at least I'm not afraid of flying" He snapped defensively.
"Planes crash!" Dean shouted at him , his tone serious. Kat continued to laugh.
"And apparently clowns kill!" Sam's comment pushed her over the edge, she cried laughing at them both.
"Oh and scarecrows I suppose that a normal is it?" Sam teased like a ten year old.
"Hey, hey now come on I almost got eaten by one so yeah actually it is" She wiper her eyes with the sleeve of her black hoodie. They all began to giggle slightly. It felt like a years since they had a laugh like this. "So these types of murders, they ever happen before?" She leaned her head on Sam's shoulder and smiled up at him, he smiled back.
"Uh, according to the file, 1981, the Bunker Brothers Circus, same M.O. It happened three times, three different locales" Dean watched as they conversed about the case, the two people he loved the most. "It's weird, though, I'm mean if it is a spirit it's usually bound to a specific locale, you know, a house, or a town" Sam looked to Kat, she nodded. "So how's this one moving from city to city, carnival to carnival?" He shrugged.
"Cursed object, maybe. Spirit attaches itself to something and the, uh, carnival carries it around with them, paranormal scavenger hunt sounds like fun" She smiled brightly, fun is definitely what the boys need right now.
"Well, this case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job" Dean sounded suspicious of Sam's choice of hunt.
"So?" Sam and Kat exchanged confused glances. What did he mean by that.
"It's just... not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt" Dean kept his eyes on the road avoiding both their gaze.
"I don't know, I just think, this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do" Sam told him, he sounded a little confused himself.
"What Dad would have wanted?" Dean repeated.
"Yeah. So?" Sam shrugged.
"Nothin'" awkward silence followed for the rest of the journey.
Kat waited by the minivan for the boys to return with any information from inside the carnival. She had checked in with Bobby filled him on the case, they didn't talk about John. First rule of lying club don't talk about lying club. He'd asked about her 'condition' apparently no one liked saying the word vampire around her anymore. She had told him about her restlessness and he suggested dropping the dosage, she didn't tell him but she didn't want to. She figured that after a good hunt she'd feel normal again. The boys appeared, Sam looked a little scared.
"Sam sweetie you ok?" Dean laughed. "Shut up" She snapped. Dean looked like a child that had been scolded by his mother.
"Yeah, err thanks. Anyway two more last night. Apparently they were ripped to shreds. And they had a little boy with them, same deal; clown, who apparently vanished into thin air" Kat sighed, this carnival was huge.
"Looking for a cursed object is like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. They could be anything" She gestured to the carnival with her head.
"Well, we figured it's bound to give off EMF, so we'd just have to scan everything" Dean nodded.
"So we got ourselves job's to blend in" Sam smiled.
"Nice one guys, I'm very proud" She placed her hand on her heart. Her babies were getting better at this hunting business. "Right so you guys get scanning and I'm gonna go to the carnival" She opened the back of the van and fetched her purse from her duffle bag. She removed her hoodie, she had a red t-shirt with a rounded neck that showed an acceptable amount of cleavage, short sleeved showing off her pale skin.
"You're going to the carnival? Like to go on rides and eat cotton candy?" Dean made it sound so strange, like they were the normal ones off to hunt a killer clown.
"Err yeah, well did you get me a job?" She shut the door and placed her purse in the pocket of her black jeans.
"No but ..." She cut him off.
"Exactly and you only have one EMF detector so, have fun call me if you need anything" She walked away. "Oh and don't work too hard!" She winked.
Kat emerged from the carnival, her face painted like a cat, cotton candy on a stick in one hand, a sugar dummy handing round her neck, a giant teddy bear under her arm, a key ring with a picture of her with her hands in the air with I rode the Devil's fright and lived! wrote on the top. Her hair and clothes wet from the rapids. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, praying that it still worked it wasn't too damp so fingers crossed. She dialled Dean's number. She put her key ring in her back pocket.
"Hey sweetie, how's it going?" She asked, looking around she couldn't see the minivan. She took a bit of her cotton candy.
"Oh so nice of you too call, where you? I called you like ten times" He didn't sound too angry so she decided to let it go.
"Well my phone has not rung once, unless ... I went in the haunted house and reception was bad" She attempted to explain.
"You went in the haunted house?" His words were flat.
"Yeah, why?" She realised how pointless that was once she said it out loud.
"Right, well did you have fun?" He lightened up a bit.
"Yeah I did, won you a teddy on the shooting range, got the high score and everything" She giggled.
"Well unfortunately babe funs over" He was glad she had a good day, she deserved it.
"You found it?" Kat moved away from the entrance, avoiding the few people on their way home.
"Yeah found it, shot it, watched it get up and dive out a window" Dean huffed, didn't like admitting defeat.
"So it's not a spirit then?" Kat hummed attempting to think of an alternative explanation.
"No the rock salt hit something solid, we had a close call so we've dumped the piece of crap van on the road and were just deciding what to do next" He sounded agitated.
"You ok Dean you sound ... you had a fight with Sam didn't you?" She sighed. They needed each other more than ever. They shouldn't be at each other's throats all the time.
"Look it's fine, we just ... you know me Kat I'm not a caring and sharing kinda guy and Sam he, I think this new found obedience to Dad its cause he ... he knows it's too late to make it right" Kat's heart broke, Sam and John fought like cat and dog and Sam never got to say he was sorry.
"Where is he now?" she'd have to walk or maybe run so fast no human could see to their location.
"He's gone to call Ellen, see if she's got any idea's ... hang on he's coming back, I'll put you on speaker" She heard the bleep, "It's Kat"
"Hey Sammy you ok sweetie?" She took a seat on a nearby bench.
"Yeah I'm ok, thank Kat ... anyway Rakshasa"
"A Rakshasa? Wow, I've never seen one of those in real life before" Kat was excited, the hunt just got a little more interesting.
"Wait, what the hell's a Rakshakarn or whatever?" Dean asked.
"It's ancient, a Hindu creature they take a human form and feed on human flesh ... it fits they can turn invisible and can't get into a house without being invited, so I suppose if you were a kid and a clown knocked your door you'd think Christmas had come early ... unless you were me or Sam" She laughed.
"So why don't they munch on the kids?" Dean's question stumped them all.
"Not enough meat on the bones maybe?" Kat suggested, it was too much to hope these things had morals.
"What else'd you find out?" Dean asked Sam, they sounded ok with one another but the tension must be getting to them.
"Well, apparently, Rakshasas live in squalor. They sleep on a bed of dead insects"
"Ew" Kat's skin crawled.
"Yeah, and they have to feed a few times every twenty or thirty years" Sam continued.
"Slow metabolism" Kat added, she had read about them in Danny's journal.
"Well, that makes sense. I mean, the Carnival today, the Bunker Brothers' in '81" Dean agreed.
"Right. Probably more before that, so was there anyone you meet in the carnival that worked both shows?" Kat took a huge bite from her cotton candy.
"Cooper?" Sam suggested.
"Cooper" Dean reinforced.
"You know, that picture of his father that looked just like him" Sam was obviously referring to something they saw when working, Kat was too busy having fun.
"You think maybe it was him?" Dean responded.
"Well, who knows how old he is?" Sam answered.
"Ellen say how to kill him?" Kat answered Dean's question.
"Legend goes, a dagger made of pure brass" Kat bite her lip, where were they supposed to get one of those from?
"I think I know where to get one of those, Kat there's a blind guy a knife thrower tell him I sent you and he'll help, we'll meet you there" It's on now. She took the last bite and threw the stick in the bin. The teddy would just have to come with her.
"Thank you sir, we really appreciate it" The blind man lead her into his trailer.
"Well, I've got all kinds of knives. I don't know if I've got a brass one, though. Check the trunk" He tapped it with his cane. When she opened it all that was inside was a red clown wig.
"You? Just to let you know I bloody hate clowns" She dropped her fangs. The man threw his cane to the ground, pulled off his glasses. His eyes began to cloud and his face to melt. He waved goodbye then disappeared. She turned and attempted to open the front door, it wouldn't budge, a knife flew past her head and hit the door frame. She huffed, kicking the door off its hinges.
"Wow babe, what did the door ever do to you" Sam and Dean stood outside in the empty carnival.
"A cat? so inventive" Sam teased referring to her face paint. She had totally forgotten about it.
"Would you prefer it if I was a clown? Oh and by the way It's the blind guy, tried to shish kabob me" she kicked a piece of the door out of her way. Holding the teddy in front of her protectively. Sam and Dean exchanged amused glances.
"Well, did you get the –" Sam asked, attempting not to sound inconsiderate.
"The brass blades? No, unless it was the one he threw at my head" She smirked.
"I got an idea. Come on" Sam gestured for them to follow. He lead them into the Fun House. A door separates Dean from her and Sam.
"Dean! Dean, find the maze, okay?" Sam instructed.
Hey Sammy" Kat pointed at a pipe organ that was giving of steam. She pulled one of the pipes from the organ like it was nothing, didn't even flinch from the heat, she held the teddy under her arm. Dean came from round the corner.
"Hey" He greeted.
"Hey! Where is it?" Sam shouted.
"I don't know, I mean, shouldn't we see its clothes walking around?" Dean suggested. A knife pinned him to the wall by his sleeve, another pinned his other wrist.
"Kat!" He shouted, she ducked barely dodging a knife.
"Dean, where is it?" Sam shouted in desperation.
"I don't know" He told him in defeat.
"Hey Sam" Kat gestured to a lever with her head. He got it, nodded and walked over and pulled it. Steam poured from the organ and their it was; a vague shape.
" Sam, behind you! Behind you!" Before Dean even finished his sentence, she had ran over and stabbed it with the brass pipe, blood poured from his wound. Sam pulled the knives that were pinning Dean from the wall. When they turned to examine its body only empty clothes remained in a bloody pile.
"I hate funhouses" Dean smiled to her.
Back at the Roadhouse, Ellen had placed three beers on the bar for them. Kat didn't touch hers. She was wiping the paint from her face with a cloth Ellen had reluctantly given her. He teddy sat on the stool next to Kat.
"You boys did a hell of a job. Your dad would be proud" She smiled, don't bother mentioning Kat then. In fact John probably wouldn't have either.
"Thanks" Sam replied and gave Kat an apologetic look. She smiles. The back door opened and Ash entered carrying a folder and a weird looking laptop.
"Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya" He nodded at Kat, due to Ellen's little interrogation they never got an introduction.
"I'm Kat" She smiled.
"Helllllooo Kat" He looked her up and down, Dean cleared his throat.
"We were working a job, Ash. Clowns" Sam told him.
"Clowns? What the f-" He began.
"You got something for us, Ash?" Dean's tone was harsh, someone's jealous. Ash placed his laptop on a table nearby, it looked homemade judging by the exposed wires.
"Did you find the demon?" Kat stood up and walked over to him, she could tell Ellen and Jo still hated her by the way their eyes followed every move she made. Maybe it was that presence Dean had told her about.
"It's nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie" Kat pulled a confused face at Sam, he shrugged.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world. my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm" Ash smiled obviously very pleased with himself. Kat was impressed.
"May I take a look" She gestured to the screen.
"You sure can Missy" He watched as she bent over. Dean scowled.
"Ash this is amazing, where did you learn to do all this?" She smiled.
"M.I.T. Before I got bounced for... fighting" He looked down at his feet.
"Okay. You give us a call as soon as you know something?" Dean ordered from the other side of the bar, he picked up the teddy she had won.
"Si, si, compadre" Ash nodded. Dean stood, Sam mimicked his actions.
"Hey, listen, if you boys need a place to stay I've got a couple beds out back" Again ignoring Kat, what a bitch.
"Thanks, but no. There's something I gotta finish" Dean told her determinedly. His baby.
"Okay" She nodded.
They returned to the junkyard. Dean had headed straight back to the Impala, said he wanted to get it fixed as soon as possible. Sam and Kat sat in Bobby's living room, he had gone into town to get some supplies by that Kat assumed he meant alcohol. They sat in silence.
"Sam?" He had been staring out the window.
"Yeah?" He smiled; she knew it wasn't a genuine smile.
"Dean told me, about your little spat earlier" She took a sip of blood from her smiley face flask he had brought her. He remained silent. "I just want to you know that I'm here for you, I know Dean doesn't like talking about his feelings ... so I'm here, if, if you need me" She smiled.
" He was right" He told her, his tone flat.
"About?" Kat put her flask down on the table and moved to sit beside him.
"About me and Dad, for all I know Kat he died thinking that I hated him, I miss him and I feel guilty as hell ... but it's too late" A tear rolled down his cheek, she wrapped her arms around him. Should she tell him? It wasn't his fault that John died to save his brother? "I'm not alright Kat but neither is he"
"I know sweetie, I know ... why don't you go and tell him what you just told me, huh? Maybe if you open up, he will too" She kissed his forehead and wiped his tears away with her sleeve, he laughed.
"Kat your just like ... like the mom I never I never had" He smiled at her.
"Cheeky, I'm not that old" She laughed. "Go on, go have a chick flick moment" She gestured to the front door. He nodded, summoning the courage. He walked out slowly. Kat continued to drink her blood, awaiting the news on their chat. Sam came back into the house and proceeded straight up the stairs.
"Sa-?" She heard glass shattering, and then banging. She ran to Dean. The Impala was in worse shape than when they had returned. She noticed a crow bar on the floor.
"Dean?" He was near tears. He didn't say anything. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. This was exactly what she needed proof that telling him John died to save him would destroy him. But Sam needed the truth so his guilt wouldn't destroy him.