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We had been sitting in the car for what now felt like 2 days at least, but my time estimation skills had never been the best. I mean, one time, I was standing outside of the school waiting on Dean to pick me up. I swore I had been there for over an hour, but when he finally did arrive, I was informed that it had only been 3 minutes. So, you see, my calculations tend to be on the high end. But it's how long it feels that counts, agreed? And this felt like it was never going to end. Like there was no exit in sight.

"Kate…," Dean said, his tone softer than what it had been before. There was a hint of slight remorse and almost pleading behind his voice.

"No," I bit sharply. No, just no. Someone should have told him that long ago before he did the dip-shittiest thing he did. "You just don't get to 'Kate' me and wait to have the melodramatic family moment that you've been hoping for." I paused before finishing, "Guess you didn't think your plan through after all."

He didn't answer for a few moments; I'm guessing he was trying to 'correctly' phrase his stupid answer. He then partially turned around to face me again, resting his bent arm on the top of the seat. "No, I didn't, okay? Hell, I didn't even have a plan 48 hours ago, but then we met that Andy guy and he had those stupid mind controlling powers. So, yes, I had to," Dean explained, his eyes searching my face for any kind of response or reaction. But I stayed stoic. He wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. Dean never thought his plans through. It's always "let's just wing it and see what happens", and this time the only thing his plan managed to do was piss me off and hurt me in unfixable ways.

"You turned Andy evil, you know," I mocked, purposefully wanting to add to his guilt factor. Annoyed that this conversation was not going anywhere, Dean ripped his arm off the seat and turned back around in a huff. Good, I didn't want to see his stupid face anyway.

Well, it would be quite wonderful to have Andy around on all of our cases. The guy could talk himself into anything. I mean, heck, he just got us into the Records Office in the middle of the night so we could get access to hard copies of birth certificates. It was so freaking easy! This case was moving along quickly—we now knew that Holly Beckett (fire woman) was Andy's birth mother and that Dr. Jennings was her doctor too, who even oversaw the adoption and everything. So there was Andy's connection to everything. But since he wasn't our killer—who was?!

In a crazy plot twist that I couldn't have even made up, turned out Holly gave birth to twins…meaning Andy had a freaking evil twin roaming the streets. Not just any streets though, the streets of THIS town. Evil twin was actually this Weber guy that worked at the coffee shop.

We were slamming across town in the Impala as Andy told us everything he knew about this evil twin. Weber showed up like 8 months ago, suddenly acting like Andy's BFF. And that was pretty much all the info he shared before Sam let out a loud groan, grasping his head…all telltale signs of another vision. Dean quickly pulled the car over and Sam opened the door, all but tumbling out of it.

I quickly got out and went over to him before he could fully fall out. "Sam?!" I called, grabbing on to his shoulders to steady him, hoping it would be some sort of comfort for him. "Sam, look at me!"

A few seconds later his hand fell from his forehead and his eyes slowly opened, readjusting to the light. "Guys, we have to hurry." His gaze changed between the three of us. There was a sense of dread behind his eyes, leading us all to wait impatiently for him to share more details. And then as if answering our pleads, he finished, "It's Tracy. He's going to kill Tracy."

The only sign marking the passing time was the sun's slow journey across the sky. It was nearing the horizon, signaling that dusk wasn't too far off. And here we still were, stuck in the Impala, both too stubborn to do anything about it. Well more like I was too stubborn because Dean had put forth many failed attempts to do something about it, but what he didn't know was that I would stick this out for the long haul. A while ago I decided to lay down in the backseat, thinking a nap was in order; however, even though my eyes were closed, there was no way I could fall asleep with so much anger still boiling in my blood.

"Come on, Kate, it wasn't like I beat you until you did it," Dean's voice came from the front seat in yet another ill attempt to persuade me to talk about it.

Not even bothering to open my eyes, I let out a loud chuckle. "Yeah, because that wouldn't have been the first time you've tried to hurt me this week," I shot back with pure hatred, only adding fuel to the guilt fire.

Dean had floored it and we finally made it near the bridge. Piling out of the car, we all went to our pow-wow location of the trunk. It was where our masterpiece plans were made.

"You guys should stay back," Sam offered, looking almost apologetic that the mind control stuff could affect us so easily.

"No arguments here," Dean replied, throwing his hands up in agreement.

"Yeah, I've had my life screwed with enough for one day," I threw in. I could see Dean look at me out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't acknowledge my words any further. Guess he was really sticking to his word and ignoring that I'd said anything until this case was over and closed. All the better I guess.

Andy and Sam took off towards the bridge as Dean and I stayed behind, opting to find higher ground. Dean got his sniper rifle out of the case in the trunk—full on bad ass mode initiated. I mean how many people actually own a sniper rifle?! Snipers, that's who. And Dean freaking Winchester.

"Here," he said flatly, giving me no warning as he tossed a duffel bag my way. I let out an automatic grunt as it crashed into my chest; thankfully I'd actually caught it though.

"Hope you got your hiking boots on because we gotta move," he threw over his shoulder, not even waiting for a response before he took off into the grassy area to the side of the road and started up the hill.

"Damn and here I am with my high-heels," I muttered under my breath, scurrying to catch up with him. What other shoes would I have on?! Well I mean one time during the summer there was a flip flop incident, but it's freaking October now. Geesh. For some of us, the journey was much slower up hill. Even after 19 years, neither of my brothers had truly grasped that my pace was significantly smaller than theirs.

"Kate!" Dean hissed in a low, impatient voice. Not even seeing the point in answering, I just made my way over to him before taking out the small stand that held the rifle in place. Without exchanging another word, he laid down on his stomach to get into position. I sat down beside him, crossing my legs. Since I wasn't 'pro' enough, as he says, I couldn't man the rifle, even on a good day. I blindly searched around in the bag until I found the binoculars. I zoned in on the scene unfolding below as I heard the ever-familiar sound of Dean flipping the safety off and loading the gun.

Down yonder, Andy and Webster could be seen in some confrontation. And that's when I saw Sam lying on the ground, just starting to move a little, like he had been recently knocked out. Out of pure reflex, I gasped and stood up, somehow thinking I could get to him and help. Much to my despair, the only thing I did do was rustle against some branches in the bush beside me. Before I could take it all back, I heard Dean mutter, "Shit." Looking from him back down below, I could faintly see that everyone's attention was now pointed in our direction. Evil twin had spotted us, which shouldn't have been a huge deal, granted we were too far away to hear any verbal commands, but then the unexpected happened.

Dean slowly stood up beside me, bringing the rifle along with him. He instantly spat out, "Run!"

Reacting instinctively to his command, I went to turn and take off, but my feet wouldn't move. It was as if they had been cemented to the ground. Then I heard Weber's voice echo through my head, "Stay."

"Dean, he's literally in my head!" I freaked out as we stood there, facing one another.

He didn't even meet my gaze before answering, "I know!" For the first time, I really began to notice what he was doing. His entire attention was focused on his hands holding the rifle. His brow was furrowed and twisted as he tried to fight against his own body that wasn't cooperating. He hands were ever so slightly shaking as he tried to stop it.

"What…what are you doing?!" My eyes grew wider at each movement as I suddenly realized that he was raising the gun toward me. Within moments the gun was just millimeters from my chest.

"I..I can't put it down!" he yelled back, sheer panic lacing every syllable. And here I was: staring down the barrel of a sniper riffle at the hands of my eldest brother. They say your life flashes before you when you are on the verge of death. Well, I didn't even have time to do a throwback and relive my greatest hits. It was all happening too fast and the control this guy had over my mind didn't allow me to process anything fully.

"Move!" Dean commanded as a last ditch attempt to save us.

Like I hadn't already thought of that before.

"I can't!" My breaths became shallower and faster as tears streamed down my face from pure fear of what was ahead. I immediately saw his finger near the trigger of the already loaded gun. "Stop it, Dean!" I shrieked. "Don't!" I begged. His eyes never met mine as he was too focused on making his finger move in the opposite direction. Before either of us said anything more, a gunshot went off.

I reflexively squeezed my eyes shut. In those moments, I don't remember hearing anything else or even thinking. I was just existing in this nothingness until the white light came and took me away. It wasn't until Dean grabbed onto my shoulders and shook me that I came back to reality and opened my eyes again. I searched his face for some answers, but when he didn't say anything, I looked around, taking in my surroundings. I was in the same spot as before, but the rifle was lying on the ground with the clip already removed and nowhere in sight. Down below, I could see one body was down on the ground, presumably gunned down.

"Kate?" Dean asked softly, his voice less full of panic and more of worry now.

"Yeah," I replied as my eyes met his. A few more rebellious tears escaped at the sight of his guilt-ridden face. Without hesitating further, he pulled me in for an embrace, protectively wrapping his arms around me. Knowing I had to get all of this fear out of my system, I let the tears freely come now.

"I'm so sorry," he kept repeating over and over in remorse. And of course this was yet another thing that he was going to put on himself—even though there was no way we could have prevented it. I could never actually blame him for something he didn't have any control over.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually I calmed down and he suggested we make our way down the bridge. He proposed I wait in the Impala while he went over to Sam and Andy to find out the logistics of our next step and I didn't disagree.

I used the time alone to help me process through what had just happened. Granted this wasn't the first time I had been within the range of death, but it had been the first time it was at the hands of my brother. That image wasn't going to be an easy one to erase, but I knew I had to bury it down in that vault we Winchesters had inside and just let it stay there until capacity was full. "Dean would never do that on purpose…he wouldn't hurt me," I repeated to myself, trying to erase any memory that was left.

Unable to take my below-the-belt hit, saying that he'd done it on purpose, Dean defended, "That wasn't my fault and you know it!"

Granted, I very well knew that it hadn't been his fault and he potentially would never do that under normal circumstances, but fuck him, that's what. I let out a half-assed chuckle to show him my disbelief. I think he was waiting for me to say something, and when I didn't, he banged his hand on the steering wheel out of pure frustration. I think he was starting to grasp just how serious the whole situation was; mind you, the one he himself created.

I was lost in my own thoughts in the Impala until the squeaking sound of the car doors opening drug me back to real life. As Dean started up the car, Sam turned around and gave me a look…more like the look. You know, the one where he kind of does a once over on your face to grasp your emotional state and then gives this side pity smile thing, as if to say he 'knows how it feels' or some other bullshit. It was his classic pity puppy look, that bastard. Well, we had all been through shit before, so what gave him the right to think I needed to be pitied. Did they seem to think that I was incapable of dealing with anything nowadays?!

Screw him. I just rolled my eyes and diverted my gaze back of Dean's head, taking a deep breath and asking, "So? Is it all fixed?"

Putting the car into gear, Dean took off down the road, heading back towards town. "Yeah, Andy took care of everything with the cops." He paused and threw in as an afterthought, "You okay?"

For the love of unicorns. First the pity look and then the verbal interrogation. Last time I checked, I still hadn't flown the coo-coo's nest. "I'm fine," I bit, a little more harshly than I had intended. And there it was. That stupid moment when they both glance at each other and share this short of mental message. I could only guess what they meant…. "See, another lie," Dean sent telepathically. "I know, I'm sitting right next to you, I heard it too," Sam shot back at lightening mental speed. Geesh, they might as well have said it out loud.

Choosing to ignore any further glares between them, I asked, "Now what?" Case was solved and finished, so I needed to know what was up next for the Winchester clan.

"Hotel, shower, leave," Dean rambled off, as he took a sharp right turn, speeding down the road leading to our hotel.

After losing yet another round of intense rock-paper-scissors, I was forced to shower last. Those ass holes hadn't left any hot water; it was a shitty form of torture. Have you ever showered in ice cold water? I did this weird little dance thing where you see how close you can get to the falling water to get the soap off, without really getting close to it. The worst part was when it fell down my back. Ugh. Anyway, needless to say, I was done in like 2.5 seconds and dressed in another 5.

Humming the latest Rihanna song, I swung open the bathroom door and Sam and Dean were visibly taken off guard, like I had just caught them doing something totally inappropriate. It was one of those slow-motion moments where we both just took in the scene before us. Sam stared at me with wide eyes, like he hadn't expected me to suddenly appear. It didn't take rocket science to figure out that whatever they had been deep in discussion about was clearly about me. And I was sure I had just interrupted them mid-conversation.

Dean was quick enough on his toes that he went back to shoving clothes into his duffel and casually mentioned, "Andy called."

I waited for him to add more to that random fact, but he didn't, so I threw back, "Congratulations. He must really be in to you." He threw his damp towel at my head in annoyance, but I was able to dodge it with my ninja skills as I headed over to the bed to pack up my things as well.

"Hilarious. No, he called 'cuz he wants to meet up with us at the diner before we head out to say thanks or whatever."

"Mmmm," I muttered, not sure what to make of what he had said. Was this some kind of stupid trick?

As if reading my mind, he continued, "Figure we can just grab some quick drinks and leave."

Not even realizing that my shoulders had tensed up, I felt them relax at hearing the no-pressure-to-eat announcement. I quipped, "Yeah, we don't need to be driving across America with you and your extra-onion breakfast burrito again." I looked over at Sam who couldn't help but contain a smile and for some reason, I felt like things were good. And honestly, that should have been my first clue.

I felt more and more confident that this was just going to be a quick drop by for some pop (or soda, as you crazy other people call it), share laughs and hugs, and then peace out. Once we entered the diner, Dean instantly spotted Andy over at the counter, talking to one of the waitresses. Dean waved, as if to announce our presence and we slipped into a booth back in the corner, our normal location for these chats…didn't need anyone overhearing a conversation about how we just killed an evil twin and such. Sam slid into one side and Dean motioned for me to get in first before he sat down beside me.

Like an impatient puppy, Dean kept turning around anxiously to see what Andy was doing. Finally he said, "No way Andy is get the girl. I'm going in."

Sam let out one of those "I still never believe the shit that comes out of your mouth" chuckles and I just added an eye roll for all the women out there in the world.

As Sam and I were talking about pointless things and joking that Dean was likely to strike out with this waitress, he kept glancing in their direction. At first I thought it was just because we were talking about them, so you naturally glance in that direction, right? But I started to notice an uneasy look on his face as he continued to peek over at them and awkwardly shift in his seat, as if he was waiting for something to happen. That's when I got a little suspicious and turned around myself to find that the waitress had gone off to continue working and Dean's back was toward me as he continued to talk with Andy. Then Andy's and my eyes met for a brief second. Even though I'd only known the guy for a short period of time, I could read his expression like it was nothing. He had a shocked look in his eyes as he stared at me, like someone had just told him I was a wanted murderer. Our mutual gaze didn't last long because he quickly turned his attention back to whatever Dean was telling him.

I whipped my head around and tried to nonchalantly ask Sam, "You know what all that is about?" But surely the suspicion was clear in my voice.

"What? Dean and Andy's new bromance? I'm sure he's just trying to give him tips on how to land a girl," he quipped, trying to act casual.

I narrowed my eyes, observing every feature of Sam, trying to get more clues. That was the worst lie ever. "Andy pretty much just got dumped by Tracy like 10 minutes ago, so I really doubt he's wanting tips on how to get back into the game right now."

What happened next, any normal person wouldn't have picked up on it, but after growing up in such close quarters with my family, you learn everyone's ticks…their signs when they are scared, sad, angry…or lying. It was just the slightest twitch of in the corner of his lips. I wasn't even sure he knew that he did it…but that didn't matter. All the better for me because then I could pick up on his lies. He responded, "Yeah, well you know Dean." Like that was all the explanation I needed to understand what was going on.

With a slightly furrowed brow, I only nodded my head in some sort of reluctant agreement. Now this whole situation was starting to smell of shit and lies. What was going on and why was I the only one who wasn't allowed in the circle of trust? I turned around again to peep what was happening, and Dean and Andy were already coming back toward us, Dean trying to balance three pop cans in his hands and Andy carrying a plate of food and another drink. Okay, nothing out of the ordinary...we would have drinks and Andy would nibble on his lunch. I could handle this.

The next part all happened so fast, but yet I can recall each specific detail. Dean took his seat beside me again and Andy sat down next to Sam. There was this weird silence as Sam glanced at Dean and then over to Andy. Dean cleared his throat in an attempt to break up the uncomfortable atmosphere that was blanketing us. "Here," he announced indifferently, handing a drink to Sam and me.

I could tell Andy's leg was bouncing up and down by how his body was slightly shaking. He stared down at the plate full of a chicken sandwich and fries, apparently trying to decide if it was edible or not. But instead of picking up a piece to eat, he looked over at Dean, ask if to ask permission. Dean nodded his head in approval. Why the hell did he need permission to eat? What the hell was going on?

And that's when it all hit me. I knew exactly what they were going to do. It was like all the pieces fell into place. The secret chats, suspicious glares, and nervous behavior. I quickly turned to shove Dean in a failed attempt to get out of the booth, but it was to no avail, I was blocked in by his fat ass. I was assuming Andy realized my sudden change in demeanor and decided it was now or never.

"Kate," he said. I turned to him with wide eyes that silently asked what the hell he was doing. I was literally on the verge of bolting from underneath the table, but he stopped me. "Sit still and listen," he commanded, his voice echoing through my head. The mind control was back and I was forced to sit motionless and watch as he slid the plate of food slowly across the table and put it in front of me. "You need to eat," he suggested.

I suddenly realized that he hadn't said it as a command; it was just him talking normally. Through bit teeth, I replied, "What are you doing, Andy? What did Dean tell you?!"

Dean straightened a little in his seat, not expecting me to be able to turn down a 'mind' command. "Andy, what the hell?" he demanded, exasperated that things weren't going as planned. He must have known a revolt was on the verge of happening.

Andy's eyes nervously went between Dean and me, quickly trying to assess which side he was on. He obviously hadn't been put up to this willingly. I don't doubt that Dean gave him his side of the story and somehow asked him for a favor for all we'd done on this case. "Kate, I'm sorry…," he said ever so quietly.

"Andy, you—," I started to interject, but I'm sure the burning glare from Dean made him speed up the process.

"Stop talking and listen," Andy commanded. My lips wouldn't move. It was like they had been super-glued shut. I think I could have punched my way out of that booth, but I was too in shock to fully consider all of my options. "You are going to eat every bite on that plate in silence and then you will get in the Impala and leave with your brothers." His voice echoed through every corner of my mind. I closed my eyes, somehow thinking that would drown it out and somehow cancel it.

And that was it. There was nothing more I could literally do or say, but to eat. With trembling hands and blood boiling anger, I picked up the sandwich and took my first bite. As I was being force-fed like a kid, I scowled at Dean out of the corner of my eyes, and he quickly looked the other way, not even able to meet my gaze. He felt guilty and he sure as hell should. This was over the line. So far over that we couldn't even see the damn line. After all we had been through in the last 24 hours…I had even tried to convince myself that he would never actually hurt me…to what end? Clearly I had been wrong.

In some ill-attempt to justify his actions, he explained aloud, using my childhood nickname to 'soften' the blow, "I didn't know when you'd eat again, Katie. I'm…," he looked over at Sam before continuing, "We're worried about you. I had to take advantage of Andy while he's here."

Andy must have felt the burning daggers I was shooting him as my body forced me to take another bite of the sandwich. He anxiously shifted in his seat, inching toward the edge. "Well guys, I don't think I should be here for, uh, this. Th..thanks again for everything…I'm sure we'll be in touch…maybe," he said, his voice almost shaking. He stood up and looked at the three of us, before adding, "I'm sorry again Kate…It wasn't my…I mean, I, um, hope things get better." He threw us a quick wave and all but ran toward the exit, leaving us to stew in our own family shit.

If I had been able to talk in this moment, even through mouthfuls of food, there was so much I would have said. I'm not sure I could even write it here because it would have to be censured. How could my brothers do this to me? I think it was pretty obvious that Sam was somehow involved because he at least knew what was going to happen and yet just sat there like a jackass and let it play out. And Dean must have known me pretty well because I sure as hell would have ran off the second I was done eating. But no, I had been compelled, for lack of a better word, to return to the Impala with them.

And so we sat there. Everyone in complete silence, essentially watching me take bite after bite of the food. Each successive mouthful was harder and harder to chew and swallow as fury began to slowly consume my body. Sure, maybe I had an issue with eating and such, but it wasn't so severe that they had to go to these lengths, was it? This was the best option they had come up with? I clearly knew they were both up-to-date on my internal life struggle, thanks to my confession earlier with Andy…and when Dean said we had to deal with it after the case was over, I never in a million years thought this was how it would go down. Yes, I had been avoiding food for so long now that it was becoming second nature to not eat, but shoving food down my throat (literally) wasn't the best solution. This wasn't going to make me want to eat. No, it was just the opposite. In spite of them both, I now more than ever wanted to avoid it. Did they even understand the source of all of this? Of course they didn't. They were both all dandy dealing with Dad's death and had no idea what I was struggling with on the inside. I felt so many things in that moment…hurt, embarrassment, anger, betrayal. After everything Dean and I had been through with this case, this was how he chose to end it.

When I had finally finished the food, I realized I had more control over my body than I thought and I shoved the plate forcefully across the table toward Sam. Unable to stop it in time, it rammed into his chest and he let out a small groan. He thought that hurt? I was going to rip them apart.

As if on cue, Dean stood up and held his arm out for me to get out in front of him. Oh, mind control wasn't enough, but now I needed a personal escort to the car? It wasn't like I could even run off, now could I?

Sam went ahead of us to unlock the car and get inside first. I took my grand old time walking to the exit as Dean threw some money on the table before catching up. I cleared my throat, suddenly realizing that I could finally speak. I had so many things I wanted to say in that moment, but only one came out. As Dean held open the door for me, I stopped halfway out and turned around to look him straight in the eyes. I paused for a moment, waiting for him to be able to read all the hate burning behind them. And then I said in a low, harsh, unforgiving tone, "You're dead to me."