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Chapter 27: Blood Brother Part 1

I didn't even want to talk about the last couple of hunts. They were uneventful. I did mostly research, while the boys hunted and all my mind kept wondering why Sam was spacing out on us all the time. Was he thinking about Amelia? A part of my heart squeezed at the very thought, but I had been gone for a year, and for all he knew, I was never coming back. I was torn, conflicted. My heart felt wretched. It's not like we were dating or anything, but I still fell hard for him. We did share one night together before we went to take out Lucifer. It was still burned into my memory. My heart ached. I felt sad and pathetic. I'd never felt this way about anyone. I was always on my own. Never had any real romantic flings or anything of the sort. I didn't go out on dates. I didn't see any guy that could possibly be marriage or father material. I did think Dick Roman was cute but that was a mistake. I'm so glad nothing came out of that.

And then there was Benny... I'd grown fond of the vampire since we met. He was a really good friend. I didn't think vampires were capable of being friends, given that they always thirsted for blood.

But like Dean often reminded me we couldn't form attachments. Not in this life. Maybe that's what Castiel had warned me about. That it would end up a broken dream. And I would be broken hearted. So, if that were the case, why was I still with Sam and Dean? If all that was going to leave me was a broken heart? Maybe it was the thrill of the hunt I'd endured last year in purgatory. I'd really gotten the hang of it when those Leviathans came at us. Or maybe it was just because I couldn't let go of Sam. Crowley. Then I remembered that son of a bitch. That's why I was stuck with the Winchesters. If I left, Crowley would surely get me and I'd be lost forever. I sighed as we entered the hotel. Sam went to the bathroom and turned on the light. Dean and I stared around the room.

"Well, that's twice that he's burned us. Shame on you," Dean said to Sam.

"No, no, no, no. I'm the one who said he set us up," Sam argued.

"No, you said, "I wonder if Kevin is setting ups up," and then you started in with the-the techno babble. That was like two states ago."

"Yeah, well, whatever. Either way, that's another room billed to one of Kevin's false credit IDS," Sam said. Dean picked the lock on the mini-bar. "And the motel ran his number today." Sam explained.

"Just like he actually checked in?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Sam said.

"Kid's like Rain Man. He's like a crappy little credit-card-counting…criminal prodigy Rain Man," Dean said.

"Well, he was in advanced placement," Sam regarded.

"Shut up," Dean said, making me smirk. Dean handed Sam a beer and then one for me. I normally wouldn't drink, but since I've been out of purgatory I've been trying new things and becoming a stronger person. Day by day. I wasn't sure if purgatory messed me up or if it gave me a newfound abilities.

"When's that little idiot gonna stop running from us?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, Dean. I mean you did try to kill his mother," Sam pointed out.

"Good point," I said, taking a sip of my beer.

"Since when do you drink?" Sam asked me. I gave him a look and he nodded. "Right never mind."

"I was trying to kill Crowley, okay? Who happened to be wearing Kevin's mother at the time," Dean replied.

"I was trying to kill Crowley, okay? Who happened to be wearing Kevin's mother at the time. Well, there's a difference."

"Apparently not to Kevin. Oh, I know. Maybe because – oh, yeah – it's his mother," Sam said.

Dean's phone rang.

"Hold that thought. No, actually, you know what? Don't hold that thought," he said to Sam. He turned into his phone. "Uh, hang on. there's not enough bars." He walked outside of the motel room.

I looked to find the cot out and waiting for me to sleep on. Dean quickly walked back inside the room and grabbed a bag. He put it down on the bed. I walked over him.

"I've got to go," Dean said.

"What happened?" I asked.

He gave me a stern look and I immediately knew it was about Benny. I grabbed my bag too. "I'm coming with."

"No. I want you to stay here with Sam," he said.

I shook my head. "No. I'm coming too." I said, giving him a strong look in letting him know I know what this is about kind of deal. Benny was my friend too.

"And – and what exactly is that supposed to mean, you've got to go?" Sam asked. "The two of you?"

"Which words are giving you trouble?" Dean asked. I grimaced at that. I could easily feel the sense of the room right now. I was a psychic after all. Sometimes I was more like an empath than a psychic. Azazel's powers just gave me the visions of victims mauled by monsters.

"We're on the case, remember, Dean? The – the Winchester holy grail, "shut the gates of hell forever" case," Sam couldn't stress it enough.

"Sure are. But in order to close the Gates of Hell, we need our Prophet, am I right? So step one – find Kevin Tran. Well, he ain't here. But he wanted us to be, which means we're probably as far away from him as he could possibly put us. So step two – find Kevin Tran," Dean looked at the mini bar. You mind if I take the Toblerone? You ready?" He asked me and I nodded. I followed him out the door and Sam followed me.

"Wait. Guys, seriously?" Sam asked.

"Hey, the trail is dead, but the room is paid for. You got some research to do, and I got some personal crap I got to take care of. That's all," Dean said.

"What does that mean – "personal"?" Sam asked.

"Did you have a stroke? Vocabulary? Personal, as in my own grown-up personal – I don't know – crap." Dean said.

"Damn it –"

"What, Sam? Last I counted, you took a year off from the job. We need a day," he flicked his fingers between us.

Sam looked at me desperately and I gave him a small look. "I'm sorry Sam. But I too, need a day, call me if you need anything," I said. He nodded and I got into the impala's passenger side and Dean took off.

I fell back as I was mid fight with another monster. I looked around for the nearest weapon or anyone, but I couldn't find anything. Dean was fighting his own monster and here I was. I was going to die…

I sniffled in the passenger side, as memories of purgatory flooded back to me as I'm sure Dean was doing the same. It was silent in the impala as he drove forward.

Dean reached behind him and put a hand on Benny's arm. They were fighting back to back. Another monster ran at them, while I struggled to get mine off of me. Dean grabbed the monster and lifted it off of me. I swung my ax at the monster and killed it, chopping its neck off. "Nice job, Kaylee," Dean grinned at me. I smiled too out of breath from fighting the monster. Benny whistled and a second monster ran towards them. We got ready to strike.