A/N: So its Thursday! I actually have a science module tomorrow, so you guys can count yourselves lucky ;)

Big shout out to Zarbi for the follow! Thanks love (in Klaus' accent)

Also thank you to all those who have read but please review, the story will come quicker if you do! Anyways enjoy!

The Meeting

It had been a few years now. Following the boys was a duty. Getting to know them was a hobby.

Katrine knew everything about them. Dean's over-protective tendencies and Sam's nerdy obsessions. Then there were the weird things, like Dean's addiction to pie and Sam's ability to get Wi-Fi anywhere.

They weren't meant to meet her. It was an accident. Sort of.

Truth was, Katrine was bored. Years making sure they were okay and no credit. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was she was lonely.

The man from the coffee shop had subtly made his presence known. Sometimes a man who had been flirting with Katrine disappeared while her back was turned or a link to where the Winchesters currently were would magically appear. But she never communicated with him. And so she was bored.

So they met. In pretty interesting circumstances. Katrine had become accustomed to hunting, although she avoided vampires at all costs. Her SUV still looked good as new but was now equipped with high tech hunting gear.

The Winchesters were hunting a ghost in Georgia and as usual, Katrine was going to help them out. Only difference was that ordinarily they wouldn't even know she had been there. She could zoom in and out with anyone noticing.

Normally she would deal with any big problems before they reached the Winchesters but this time it was up close and personal. Dean was pinned against the wall while Sam was trying to light a match. With a sigh she sprinted from the shadows and knocked the ghost away from Dean. "Hurry and light that damn thing!" Katrine sprayed salt at a ghost as a knife started to float through the air straight into her abdomen. She cried out as Dean took the matches from Sam and lit them.

With the threat out of the way, the brothers turned to see their saviour clutching her stomach trying to pull out the knife. She succeeded with a grunt. The boys stared as there was no blood. Katrine caught them staring, "Anti-stab vest. Should be standard issue for hunters. Hey, you guys got somewhere I could lie down for a bit. All the motels are full." Dean nodded, "Sure, um…"

"Katrine. My name is Katrine."

"Dean. This is my brother Sam."

Back at the motel, Katrine helped the boys get cleaned up. "I can't believe you came out of that without even a scratch," Sam shook his head in Katrine's direction

. "I'm careful. Does this place have any coffee?"

"Third cupboard, top shelf," Dean nodded in that general direction. Katrine opened the cupboard and spotted the jar of instant coffee. But it was out of reach. She strained to grab it but it was no use. She was at least three inches to small.

"Someone gimme a hand here." Dean chuckled, strode over the cupboard and lifted down the jar, handing it over to the girl. "You see that's the problem with being 5'6". There is a whole other world up there I don't know about," Katrine laughed, "You're meant to be the short one and I still only come up to your shoulders." Katrine patted Dean's chest and moved over to the kettle.

"You guys hungry? We should get pizza," Katrine suggested filling up the kettle for three coffees.

"Pizza!" Dean exclaimed. "Yeah, we should get some," Katrine clarified, thinking Dean had lost it." "No," Dean shook his head, "That's where I've seen you before. You delivered a pizza to us after dad died when we were in Sioux Falls with Bobby."

Sam stood up, "What?" "I thought I recognized you."

Katrine quickly thought up a lie, "I used to live in Sioux Falls. What a crazy coincidence." She tried to laugh it off but the brothers wouldn't bite.

"In our world there is no such thing as coincidence," Dean stated advancing towards Katrine who slowly moved in the direction of the door but Sam anticipated this and came at her from that side backing Katrine towards the bed.

She fell back onto Dean's bed and the brothers stood in front of you. "Now spill," Dean demanded. She knew she could overpower them in two minutes flat but she didn't want to hurt them, so Katrine complied, "My name is Katrine Ward." "Wait," Sam interrupted, "I know that name." He went over to his bag and started rummaging around. Dean saw that she could make a move and lifted his gun from his belt and aimed it at her head.

"Here," Sam pulled out an old leather book and flicked through, "Her name is here. She helped dad out on a hunt. It says that he saved her life and she said she owes him." Dean pulled up a chair, not lowering his gun for a second, "Talk."

"Don't shoot me."

"Then talk!"

Katrine flinched, even though she knew it would not harm her, then opened her mouth, "Your dad saved my life, so I owed him a favour. I was coming over from London. When I got off my flight I found some missed calls from him. I called back and he told me he was going to die and wanted me to keep an eye on you two, make sure you were okay."

"Our dad asked you to babysit us?" Dean asked.

"Pretty much."

"Well you had some nerve deliver a goddam pizza to us!" Dean was pissed now and Katrine wanted to keep her head on her shoulders, "I needed to make sure that I had the right guys. I kept you alive! If I hadn't been around you'd be dead."

That shut Dean up and Sam went to order a pizza. After eating, she collected her stuff and was about to open the door when Dean stopped her, "Where are you going?" "Stay, Katrine. You can look after us better if you're with us."

"You've only got two beds," Katrine reasoned.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Dean offered, "Do the puppy eyes, Sammy."

"Oh God no, stop. Fine, fine, I'll stay!" Sam had definitely over-exaggerated the puppy eyes but it had done the job. Katrine was staying. For the first time in those few years since that figure left the coffee shop, Katrine felt surrounded by a potential family. But she would need to be careful. Exposing herself was not something she could afford to do.

A/N: So any guesses on what Katrine is?

Peace out

Kat xx