I'm so excited to share this story! It's one that has been in my head since the day Kate was born, but it's taken years for me to write it the way I wanted. I know my chapters are few and far between nowadays, but Kate still has a few stories left to tell :) Thank you for sticking with me on this journey!

Warning: This chapter contains a scene where things start to get physical without mutual consent. It's not graphic by any means, but I wanted to place an alert in advance.

This is a two part story! Read, Review, but most importantly, ENJOY!

Kate took a deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror once more, barely recognizing her reflection. Her wavy, brown hair was pulled halfway up, leaving a few soft waves to frame her face. Her cheeks were a light rosy color and her eyelids, a deep purple. Kate smiled as she finished applying some colored lip balm, completing her look. She put the small tube in her black clutch resting on the bathroom counter.

Turning from side to side on her cheap black heels from Goodwill, the purple dress with thin shoulder straps flowed with each movement. She smoothed out the chiffon dress, making sure everything was perfect, because it had to be. Taking a few deep breaths, she leaned in closer to the mirror, fully prepared to give herself a pep-talk. A cute boy has asked her to the dance! She'd been filled with such joy - and shock - when it happened. And she was determined to have the best night ever. It wasn't often she had one of those.

"Hurry up!" Dean's booming voice ripped her back to reality. Rolling her eyes in response, she took one last glance at herself before grabbing her clutch, which was packed with all the essentials: lip balm, emergency tampon, a little cash, cell phone, and of course a pocket knife, a small container of salt, and some holy water. She pulled her shoulders back and stood a little taller as she opened the bathroom door and entered their hotel room.

Grinning from ear to ear, she twirled around twice, moving towards Dean, who was sitting at the small table beside the window.

"So….?" Kate asked, eagerly awaiting his response.

Dean took in her entire appearance for a moment, and to be honest, it took his breath away. She looked more grown up in this outfit, and it was just another reminder that she wasn't really his little sister anymore. There was a fleeting moment of softness in his eyes before he gave a loud sniff to shove it all down. "You're showing too much shoulder," he said flatly in true brotherly fashion.

Kate just stuck out her tongue in response because he'd already pre-approved this dress after multiple failed attempts with others.

After some hard negotiations, the siblings landed on an agreement that Dean would at least get to meet the little punk that was taking his sister to prom, but Kate was adamant that it had to be outside a real house. She didn't want him to know that she lived in the run-down motel, so she'd found a vacant house that was up for sale. While Dean understood why she wanted to do it this way, it didn't mean he was in agreement. If this kid liked his sister, then he should like her for who she was. But he wasn't fighting that battle today. So Dean stashed the "For Sale" sign in a bush, and he and Kate stood along the curb out front as if they owned the place.

After five minutes of waiting, a silver Camry pulled up. Lucas stepped out of the car and ran a hand through his blond hair as he strutted over. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester," he said as he held his hand out to Dean.

Dean normally hated being called Mr. Winchester, but he didn't bat an eye this time. It gave him a sense of authority over this idiot boy. He didn't say a word as he eyed him up and down, but after a pinch to the back of his arm from his sister, he shook Lucas's hand.

Lucas then turned to his date and looked her up and down with boyish delight. It was almost too much delight, and Dean's alarm bells were immediately going off. "You look amazing, Kate," Lucas complimented with a grin.

Kate felt her cheeks flush deep red. "You clean up great yourself, Lucas."

The brother witnessed the interaction and he both wanted to barf of teenage love and also shove this punk back into his prissy car and send him on his way - alone. Before he could do or say anything, Kate wrapped her hands around his neck in a hug. "See you later, Dean." She whispered quietly, "Be nice."

Dean ran his tongue along his top teeth at her words but he didn't break his gaze from the boy. He squeezed his sister with one hand before letting go. Through clenched teeth, he replied, "You kids have fun." There. That was as close to nice as she was going to get, and she better be damn thankful he was even letting her near a boy.

Lucas gave a wave. "We will!" he replied eagerly before wrapping his arm around Kate's back and leading her toward the car, opening the passenger door for her like a gentleman.

With folded arms, Dean continued to watch the whole interaction, analyzing every movement. Sure his sister looked damn beautiful - that he knew. The smile on her face was one that he hadn't seen glowing for a while, so it was a nice change of pace. Even though his overprotective brotherly radar was going off, he knew that if he tried any "funny business" as Kate called it, she'd never trust him again. He'd blown his one chance on that when he impersonated a priest at her last school dance. So he momentarily pushed down the desire to shoot the boy with the gun he was carrying inside his back waistline.

Kate was a good runner - years of practice had made her quick on her feet. But she'd never trained for something like this: running in high heels. It was for this exact reason that she only ever wore flats if she had to dress up on a hunt.

She sprinted as fast as her feet would carry her down the road before dashing into a nearby alley in case anyone was in fact following her. She kept the pace full speed ahead, alternating glances behind her.

It didn't take long for the heel on one of her cheap used shoes to break abruptly on the pavement, causing her to propel forward and come to a crash landing.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath as blood started to soak through the torn chiffon from her scraped knees. Luckily, her adrenaline was still in full swing and the pain hadn't settled in.

She'd managed to make it into a nearby neighborhood and saw a pond up ahead that looked secluded - a good place to catch her breath and come up with a plan. The pond was surrounded by large trees with benches every so often for onlookers to admire the scenery. However, at 11:00pm, it was abandoned thankfully.

Kate sat down under a tree with only the moon lighting the area around her, and she listened to her surroundings like a trained hunter. When she was certain that nobody was around her, she let the tears that she'd been holding escape. It was like a flood gate opened as she gripped her midsection and let the pain out. Part of her wanted to curl up in a ball and just die here tonight, but she knew that wasn't an option. Giving up never was. So while she continued to cry, she mentally forced herself to count down from 10.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

And the tears stopped. She'd given herself a moment to feel, and now she had to focus. But that was just the thing - her mind couldn't focus. It was racing and swirling and none of her thoughts were coherent. She needed help, and she knew just the person who could help her come up with a plan. Sam.

Sure, he hadn't answered the phone when she'd called earlier this evening, eagerly wanting to tell him about the dance and her outfit. Sure, he'd never replied to the text she'd sent him with a picture of her dress. Sure, he hadn't answered her calls for the last three days.

But this was different. He'd answer. She didn't often call this late at night. This was an emergency. She needed him.

Ring…ring…ring…

With each ring, her heart sank deeper in her chest and the tears threatened to escape again without permission.

Hey, this is Sam. Leave a message.

Kate snapped the phone shut with an audible groan of frustration. She stared at the object in her hand, waiting for it to light up and show that he was calling back.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Nothing. Radio silence. In a burst of emotional anger that she was unable to control, she stood up, yelled as long and loud as she could, "FUCK YOU!"

Without a second thought, she launched her phone into the pond with a loud plop as it hit the water. She stared at her sinking phone for a moment as what she'd done hit her. There wasn't time to dwell on any of it because apparently her loud scream had attracted the attention of a nearby house as she saw the back porch light flip on. Knowing she had no other choice, she started to run again - this time in the direction of the motel.

Prom had been a great time - they'd danced all night. Lucas had shared a flask of vodka with a friend, and that definitely opened him up. After the dance ended, they'd gone to a party at one of his friend's houses. After a few minutes, Lucas had enticed Kate to go upstairs with him to an empty bedroom. She was riding the high of receiving a boy's attention all night, so she didn't have to think twice - she willingly followed. Before she knew it, they were resting on the bed together when Lucas turned on his side and his fingers slowly began tracing up her leg. After they'd gotten a few inches above her knee, she reached down to stop him.

"What are you doing?"

Lucas paused but didn't remove his hand. "What does it look like?" He moved his hand to the hem of her dress and tugged gently as he bobbed his eyebrows.

Kate's mind was swirling - this wasn't what she'd expected to happen tonight. She wasn't ready for that - she knew that for certain. "Lucas, I don't…"

He immediately cut her off by placing a finger across her lips. "Sshhhh." His finger then traced down her jaw line, over her neck, and onto her collarbone as Kate shifted uncomfortably. "I mean you got all dressed up for me. Of course this is what you want."

Not liking where this was now heading, Kate sat up and tried to turn her body to get out of bed, but before she could, Lucas straddled across her. "Stop it, Lucas! Get off!" she said loudly as she tried to push him.

"Sweetheart, ain't nobody listening tonight. You knew this was what I wanted when I asked you to prom and you said yes." He leaned in closer to her face as she struggled against his weight.

"I said no!" she yelled as she tried to shove him with all her might.

Then everything happened so fast, yet it was all in slow motion that she'd painstakingly remember every detail.

…the way he started kissing her neck while his hands started exploring her body in ways she never permitted.

…how she fought against his every move before her instincts took over and she remembered her purse. She reached for it with all the energy she had left in her.

…when she finally managed to get her small pocket knife out of her purse and opened it.

…as Lucas realized what she had, a different type of struggle took place as he fought to get the small weapon out of her hand.

…somehow in the process, he managed to pull so hard on her right shoulder dress strap that he broke it off the back.

…by the sheer will of a Winchester, Kate managed to best him as she held the pocket knife to his neck and demanded he get off her.

He immediately tumbled off her as he yelled out, "You're a psycho!"

Not really having control over what she was doing in that moment, her instincts took over and she threw a strong right hook and knocked him in the jaw – hard. "You bitch!" he yelled.

Without a second thought and not wanting to know what he'd do next, Kate grabbed her purse and ran for her life.

Kate's pace had eventually slowed as she neared the motel, the adrenaline starting to wear off as reality settled in.

Part of her didn't want to go back to the room and face Dean like this, but the vulnerable part of her knew it was where she needed to be. If Lucas came looking for her, at least Dean would be there. She didn't have any fight left in her. And Dean had a gun.

To be continued...