gah- so sorry this took so long. my life's been really shitty, so it's been a struggle to get out of bed, let alone work on a fanfic. but here i am, adding a short little something-something.

WARNING: this is super short- sorry! :(

enjoy, even though this is so tiny i can't even call it a chapter! :|

"You're with a what now?" John asked in shock, almost dropping his eggroll into his lap. His daughter rolled her eyes from where she sat across from him.

"An angel, and yes- they exist. His name's Castiel." Her face then took on a dreamy look that none of her boys liked. Dean coughed loudly, snapping his twin out of her daydreaming. She shot him a glare. "Anyways," she drawled, setting her annoyance aside as she picked at her broccoli beef, "I've got some info on the demon that killed Mom. Something that also has to do with me."

John instantly perked up, once again almost losing his cheap chinese take out into his lap. But his face didn't show surprise. It shown with fear.

"When I was in that in-between place, and when Cas- Castiel couldn't be with me, Azazel would natter on and on about how useful I'd be and once I was old enough, how I'd fulfill my 'true destiny' or whatever that means." Katherine noticed her father's face and stopped telling her tale. "Dad? What's wrong?"

John's head snapped up, meeting the the gazes of all his kids. He sighed and set down his carton of food; he'd lost his appetite. "I had an idea about what was going on, but now I know for sure what happened when you were taken." They all waited for him to continue. "From what Dean told me, one of the demons injected you with some red liquid before Dean was knocked out." The twin's nodded, remembering one of the worst nights of their lives. "I found the syringe underneath the bed later on and sent it to Bobby to see if he could find out what it was. A while later, he told me it was blood." Katherine wrinkled her nose. "He did some more digging and told me about several incantations related to blood injections. Some of them were downright wrong, but that's beside the point. One of them was a special type of possession ritual. If the victim was injected with demon blood and their aura was stripped, they'd become the perfect vessel for the worst thing in Hell: Lucifer."

Katherine's face paled. "Wha-what? Azazel using me to…" She trailed off, eyes losing their focus. Her brothers scowled, hating the vulnerable look on her face.

"That will never happen, Kat. He won't take you." Sam said confidently.

"We can take you to Bobby's safe house, nothing can get inside there. You'll be ok, Princess. We'll find a cure to this." Dean soothed, wrapping a protective arm around his twin's shaking shoulders.

"I don't want to hurt anyone." She whispered into his shirt. "I don't want to become a demon. I never wanted any of this."

"I won't let this happen, Princess." Dean vowed, although worry gnawed at his stomach. Hadn't his twin been through enough?

stupid abrupt ending... let me know if this is any good! :D

ps: i love hearing compliments on my work (even if it's a lie- it just makes my day!)