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Dean-24

Sam-20

Kate-16

At first the pain wasn't so bad. Kate tried to ignore it, hoping it'd just go away, but that had never worked before so she wasn't surprised when it didn't now. After constantly checking her mouth out in the mirror, she was finally able to see what was causing her so much pain—a wisdom tooth was pushing its way through her gums. There wasn't any room left in her mouth for another tooth, not to mention the fact that it was growing in at an awkward angle. It was no wonder it caused so much pain. She'd tried to put off telling anyone for as long as she could because she didn't want any of their hard earned money to be wasted on something as mundane as a wisdom tooth, especially when there was always more ammunition or salt to be purchased.

She'd planned on hiding it a bit longer, but in the end, like she'd learned time and time again, things could only be hidden from Dean for so long. They did spend almost every waking hour together outside of school, so any attempt to hide something was futile.

They were sitting in a booth at the back of a local diner, eating supper because they'd been too lazy to cook anything.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked casually.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong," Kate shrugged, concentrating on taking another spoonful of tomato soup.

"You sick or something?" He motioned toward her soup, trying to hide any concern from his voice.

"Is it a crime to eat soup now?" she scoffed as she slurped another spoonful. Eating solid food had been next to impossible lately because all it did was exacerbate the pain.

"It's the third day in a row you've eaten soup," he commented. "So yeah, I'd say it's a crime." He'd easily picked up on her strange shift in eating habits a few days ago. At first he'd chalked it up to some "girly shit" and assumed it'd pass after a day or so, but when it didn't, he started to realize it might be something more. She might think he didn't pay attention to her or that he wasn't very observant, but he was and always would be. That came with the territory of the job.

Kate sighed in annoyance. "Well until the food police show up, I think I'll just keep eating all the soup I want."

Dean shook his head. "Why don't we skip the denial and get to the part where you tell me what's going on," he persisted. Kate continued to slurp spoonful after spoonful of the red liquid, refusing to even meet his gaze or acknowledge what he'd just said. Seeing no other option, he then reached over and grabbed a small bottle of hot sauce that was at the end of the table next to the other condiments. Removing the lid, he held it meticulously over her bowl, a few drops on the verge of spilling over.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't dare." But she knew he really would do it. He was fully aware just how much she hated spicy foods and he often used it to his advantage.

He flashed her a devilish grin. "Oh but I would. And then I'll have the pleasure of sitting here, watching you eat every last drop of your extra spicy soup."

His eyebrows rose, showing her he was impatiently waiting for a response. Their gazes continued to lock, lost in what looked like a blinking war where neither was willing to give in for the longest time. However, after seeing that he was not going to relent and would let the bottle spill over at any given moment, she finally confessed, letting him win this round. "My tooth hurts," she admitted.

"You got a cavity?" he suggested as he safely sat the bottle back down on the table. Kate breathed a sigh of relief.

"No…" She paused, not wanting to admit it but knowing there was no choice. "I think my wisdom teeth are coming in…all wrong."

"Well you're never been the smartest—" Dean trailed off but was met with a sharp kick to the shin under the table.

"Speak for yourself," she snapped.

They'd seen a dentist the next day and he agreed that the tooth—along with the other three—needed to come out as soon as possible. Dean had managed to scrounge up the money on very short notice and they were back at the dentist office by Friday morning, wanting to get it taken care of before John came home next week.

Eight a.m. Missing school to get her wisdom teeth taken out was bad enough, but Dean had been adamant on getting it done first thing in the morning. So to top it all of, Kate didn't even get to enjoy a morning off school by sleeping in.

They were both sitting in the waiting room that had blue walls and a seashell border wrapping around the entire room. Some lame attempt to make patients feel better, like they were on vacation at the dentist office. And to make it over the top, there was ocean music playing softly in the background. The room was lined with over a dozen chairs and the only other person in the room was a young girl, probably fresh out of high school, who sat opposite them. Kate had already flipped through three magazines, not even bothering to read a single article. Her leg was nervously bouncing up and down nonstop as she continued to shift anxiously in her chair.

"Will you sit still! You're distracting me," Dean mumbled harshly, ramming his leg into hers.

"I'm about to undergo a serious operation! You could show some concern instead of staring at jailbait across the room," she bit back, refusing to stop moving her leg.

Dean sighed heavily and folded his arms across his chest. "One, it's a minor operation. Nay, minor procedure because it's in a freaking dentist office, not the hospital, Kate. And two, she's definitely legal, so yes, I can stare. Gotta find a way to pass the time." He threw on his mischievous grin.

Kate couldn't even form words but instead quickly formed a fist and pounded his upper arm until he grabbed her hand harshly. "You'll pay for that," he threatened halfheartedly.

Just then a nurse opened the inner door, holding a clipboard. "Kate?" she asked, eyes looking between the only two girls in the room. When they both began to stand up, she quickly examined the paper again. "Kate Winchester?" At realizing she wasn't calling her name, the other girl sat back down again.

Kate smiled politely at the nurse, acknowledging it was her. Right before walking away, she whispered to Dean, "I hope the name ruins your fun." She smirked, happy she got the last word in before disappearing into the office.

Dean grumbled and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Of course that ruined everything because since he knew her name was Kate, all he could think about was his sister when he looked at her. And now he just wanted to throw up.

Kate was settled into the chair, IV hooked up and ready to be knocked out. Just before the nurse injected her, she reached out and stopped her for a moment. "My brother will be here when I wake up?" she asked, needing to be reassured. She would rather die than admit to Dean she was petrified and the thought of him not being there when she woke up scared her even more, but she had to be sure.

The nurse, Laura, smiled gently. "Don't worry, sweetie. We'll bring him back as soon as the procedure is over."

Kate matched her smile, finally able to relax a little more at hearing that. And it didn't take long for her to drift off into a deep sleep….

Kate's eyes started to flutter, but never fully opened, struggling as if they were being pulled down by a huge, invisible weight.

"Hi, Kate," Laura said softly as she gently rubbed her arm. "Open your eyes for us." Her tone sounded sweet as candy, slowly pulling Kate back to reality and out of her deep sleep.

"D'n?" she mumbled, trying to keep her eyes open long enough to adjust to the light.

"Over here, kiddo," he replied, lightly tapping her hand. She briefly turned to her right and smiled, relieved to see him beside her.

Laura gently pulled out the IV and replaced it with a band aid. Noticing that Kate was starting to drift off again, she tried to start a conversation so she'd stay alert as the anesthesia wore off and the pain meds could kick in. "So this is your brother?" she asked, making small talk.

Kate felt like she was vigorously nodding her head, but in reality, she'd barely moved it. "Yeah, he's 'kay," she replied, slurring the words together as she tried to talk around all the cotton in her mouth. She was still really out of it, having no control over what she was saying or even really conscious about where she was or what was going on. It was a constant battle just to keep her eyes from closing over and over.

"Oh yeah? What do you like to do together?" Laura asked as she continued to clean up the remaining things on the counter.

"We 'unt 'oats," she struggled to say with a mouth crammed full of cotton.

"You eat oats?" Laura repeated, glancing to Dean for some kind of confirmation, but he just shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea where his crazy sister was taking this, but he couldn't help but be amused.

Kate instantly shook her head the best she could, frustrated they didn't understand. "No. We 'unt 'oats," she mumbled again as she attempted to pronounce every word through the barrier in her mouth.

Laura moved beside Kate, really wanting to understand what she was trying so hard to say. "You got goats?" When she was met with Kate shaking her head again, she continued, "Here, let's take out those cotton balls. You don't need those anymore." She held out her latex-gloved hand in front of her mouth.

Kate tried hard to lean up as she pushed all the excess cotton out of her mouth. Once she was done, her head rested back against the chair, seeming as tired as a person who'd just finished running a marathon. She rolled her head to the side to look at the nurse, her face serious. "We hunt ghosts," she said matter-of-factly.

Dean immediately sat up straighter, his panic alarm fully going off now. "Kate," he hissed.

She stared at him, honestly confused why he was scolding her. "De, we hunt ghosts," she insisted.

He quickly glanced between his sister and the nurse, trying to determine the damage control. "I think what she means is—"

The nurse gently held up her hand to stop him, offering a kind smile. "Wow, ghosts? That sounds scary," she said, her tone clearly showing that she was playing along. She looked at Dean and winked. In a quieter voice, she added, "This isn't even the craziest thing I've heard." People would come up with all kinds of outrageous things as they woke up from the anesthesia. They were always a little loopy for the first hour or so and honestly it was the part she really enjoyed because it always gave her a good laugh.

"It's real scary," Kate admitted, raising her eyebrows and nodding her head for extra emphasis. "Have you ever seen one?"

"No, I haven't actually," Laura replied, still smiling.

"How 'bout a werewolf or a vampire or a demon or a….," she rattled off but suddenly felt someone squeeze her hand rather tightly. "Ouch!" she groaned loudly, clearly having lost all head-to-mouth filters and common sense.

Laura quickly turned around, concerned something was wrong. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

Kate furrowed her brow, a look of undignified pain splashed across her face. "Dean hurt me," she complained.

Dean's eyes grew wide and he tired to smile, but ended up looking more like a little kid who had just gotten caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. "I was just trying to grab your hand…you know, to comfort you," he lied as he gently placed his other hand on top, enveloping her hand in a fake comforting embrace.

Kate threw him a warm half-smile before turning back to the nurse, feeling some need to explain. "He doesn't like being nice but sometimes he's a big teddy bear."

Now that was a lie and they both knew it, well apparently Kate didn't in her altered state. Dean's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"That's so sweet, hunny. He seems great," Laura replied before turning to Dean. "I need to go check on some other patients, but we'll keep her in here until she's ready to go home. Just try to keep her awake, talking if she wants, that tends to help the anesthesia wear off and then I'm sure the doctor will be ready to let her go shortly." Dean nodded in agreement before she disappeared outside, leaving the door half opened in case they needed something.

The siblings sat in silence for a few moments, but as soon as he realized she was starting to drift again, he prompted, "Kate?"

Suddenly her eyes popped open. "Schiff swiffer!" she declared rather loudly, provoking a very confused, but amused, look from her brother.

"What?"

"Ship Shaffer…," she tried again, stumbling over each sound. Her mouth wasn't cooperating with her at the moment and she wasn't able to form the right words. "Shape shitter….no…" She shook her head, her forehead wrinkled in frustration. "Ship Shaker…that's not it." She struggled with the word as she started squirming in her chair, attempting to turn around toward the door, but never making it very far.

"Kate, sit still," Dean commanded, trying to hold her arm down. He had no idea what she was trying to do.

"Thasss it! Shape shifter! Where's the nurse?" She attempted to twist her body around toward the door. "I have to ask if she's seen one," she mumbled again, pulling against his grasp. "Shape shifter!" she declared, pleased with herself for finally pronouncing it right but still determined to get the nurse's attention.

After more failed attempts to get her to stop, he normally would have just smacked her on the back of the head for being so stupid, but given her current "procedure" that wasn't a viable option. So acting under pressure, he did the only thing he could think of to bring her back to reality. He grabbed on to her hand again and swiftly smacked it twice like he'd done on occasion when she was a lot younger.

Feeling the sudden swat, she quickly turned around, ripping her hand from his grasp and holding it tightly against her chest, tears forming in her eyes as if on cue. "I wasn't bad," she defended.

Dean stared at her and had to fight everything in him not to laugh. Her swollen cheeks made it hard for her bottom lip to stick out in a full on pouty face, reminiscent of her very early years. He shook his head in disbelief. "Stop being so delicate."

Kate stared at the ceiling, mulling over what he'd just said. "You know who's delicate?"

Ah, that was the Kate he knew, ready to come back with a jab at him. "Who?" he played along for the sake of it.

"A princess." That was the last answer he'd ever expected. Kate sighed heavily, appearing to give in to the pressure to explain. "I want to be a princess. Can I, please?"

This time Dean didn't even bother holding back his laugh. "Only if I can be king," he joked.

Kate's eyes widened as if he'd just insulted her beyond measure. "No, Dean! The king is the princess's dad. You're not my dad." Tears filled her eyes again. "Dad is my dad. He's king."

Dean held up his hands in surrender, not wanting those tears to spill over but finding it all equally hilarious. "Fine, fine. I'll settle for a prince." Suddenly hustling pool in countless bars in only a few days was well worth the price of sacrificed sleep to see his sister acting like a complete moron. There was so much blackmail coming, he could sense it.

"Okay," she replied simply, like everything had finally been settled and all was well again in the world. After a few seconds, she was suddenly struck with another idea and Dean realized with as much as she enjoyed talking, he wasn't going to have a problem keeping her awake.

"Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Princess Jasmine gets to have a pet tiger."

"Well isn't she lucky," he chuckled.

Kate turned to him, looking directly in his eyes, her face as serious as it could be given her swollen cheeks. "Do you think King Dad will let me have a pet werewolf?"

Dean had to collect himself from laughing so much before he could reply. "How about you ask him tonight when he calls?" he suggested, smirking.

"Okay," she readily agreed. She was momentarily caught up thinking about how the phone call would go down, strategically planning out what she'd say to convince him of her epic idea.

Just as Dean was about to tap her arm to get her to open her eyes again, she suddenly opened them and blurted out, "You think I'll ever find my prince?"

"Your prince?" Where is she coming up with this stuff? he inwardly wondered.

"You know, someone I can kiss and marry and…" She paused in the middle of a fit of giggles. "And have sex with."

Dean ran his hand down his face, not comfortable with the new conversation topic. He could already sense the awkwardness crawling under his skin. "Never," he answered flatly.

"But what if I want to?" Her eyes continually blinked, waiting for his response.

"Want to what? Get married?" If that were ever to happen, Dean wouldn't stand in her way because it'd mean she'd get to have some sort of normal life away from monsters and evil, but the mere thought of her being away from him, from where he could protect her, didn't sit well with him.

"No, Dean. Have sex."

"Fuck no," he replied instinctively. He stood up and walked over to the corner of the room, not even sure if he could look at his sister right now. This was too much and the awkwardness was suffocating him. And the worst part was there was nowhere to run.

At first Kate's face was shocked as his harsh response, but within seconds she had fallen into another fit of laughter. "I said sex then you said fuck." More laughter. "Dean, I think I'm ready to sex someone," she said rather loudly.

As soon as the words hit his ears, he was back over by her side, fully intending to put his hand over his mouth to hush her and praying nobody had heard. However as soon as he saw those stupid chipmunk cheeks, he realized his plan was useless. "For the love of god, be quiet, Katelyn!"

"But…but…I just wanna know how to do it," she pleaded. There was a brief pause. "The sex," she clarified as an afterthought.

Dean couldn't take it. One second they were joking and talking about stupid princesses and now she was talking about sex with him. Even though there was a tiny, minuscule part of him that was relieved to hear she was still a virgin, that part was greatly over masked by the urge to pick at his brain until he could erase this entire moment. Not knowing how else to get her to stop talking about that, secretly petrified that someone would overhear, he started to reach for her hand again, but Kate picked up on his movement as he stared at her hand and quickly pulled it back in to her chest.

"I'm not being bad," she pouted. "I just wanna have sex. You do it," she argued.

"No I don't," he countered.

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah, well you're never having…doing…that," he replied harshly, trying to keep his voice low.

"You're not the boss of me. King Dad is," she snapped as she tried to keep a straight face.

"Yeah, well then you can ask him tonight if he'll let you have a werewolf pet and go screw a guy."

She furrowed her brow and nodded. "Fine," she replied with seeming confidence that things would go her way.

Dean walked closer to the door that was still partially cracked open. He quickly scanned outside to make sure no one was lingering close by that might have overheard their conversation. Thankfully the coast seemed to be clear, so he went back to his seat beside her, praying that was the end of the conversation. He couldn't take another second of that.

Kate's head started to drift to the other side and Dean quickly shook her arm. "Hey, no sleeping."

She let out an exaggerated, heavy sigh like she succumbing to his invisible force for her to finally confess her greatest sins. "One time I was bad."

Dean's brows rose in curiosity. Please don't be about sex, please don't be about sex. "Which time?"

"Sammy made me do it," she blurted out in one slurred sentence.

Oh this is going to be good, Dean thought. It might actually make him forget the awful conversation they'd just had. "What'd you guys do?"

Kate looked up at the ceiling, contemplating where to start. "You can't get mad."

He leaned up closer to her, ready to hear this story. "I won't."

She reflexively cradled her hands to her chest as if recalling earlier events. "You can't spank my hand," she declared seriously.

"No worries there," Dean laughed.

"No yelling."

"I'll be quiet as a mouse." For as much as she was building this up, if it wasn't anything good, he was going to be pissed.

"And no spicy peppers." Her gaze met his as if challenging him to disagree with her.

Dean chuckled at her terms. "Fine, I won't make you eat a spicy pepper either."

She hesitated for a moment. "I went to Stanford with Sam," she admitted.

Well that was a huge let down for him. "I know, Kate. I freaking drove us there to see Sam," he reminded of their road trip to say their final goodbyes to Sam in person.

She closed her eyes and shook her head as fervently as she could for her current state. "No, De. Before when Sam and I skipped school."

"You guys skipped school?" he repeated, a hint of pride in his voice that his two overachieving siblings had actually done something normal.

"Uh-huh. I wanted to eat donuts." Now that sounded like the Kate he knew. "But Sam wanted to go see Stanford. So we went."

"You guys drove to Stanford together and never told me? When?" His mind started to race, drawing all kinds of conclusions. How had he never found out about this? Were they really that good at keeping secrets from him after all?

"I dunno." She shook her head as she tried to think back. "We were in school."

Dean pursed his lips, because that information clearly narrowed it down. But if Sam had still been in school, that meant it was probably his senior year…

"It was spring!" she announced joyfully, pleased with herself for remembering. "The flowers were sssooooo pretty."

But Dean hadn't found out about his acceptance to Stanford until a few days before the big showdown happened between his brother and father, and that was during the summer. Had Kate really known all along? Why had Sam trusted her so much and not him?

Dean gaze narrowed, needing more facts before he could safely conclude this was even a real story. "How'd you get there?" he countered.

"A magic carpet!" she quipped as she flew her hand up and down in front of her, making random sound effects.

"Seriously, what did you two—"

"So how's Miss Kate doing?" Laura's voice suddenly interrupted him as she came into the room carrying a few papers.

Her head jerked around, looking for the source of the voice. "I'm 'kay."

"Well good. Dr. Anderson said it's okay for you to take Kate home now. Here's a prescription for some more pain medication because the ones she's taken will probably wear off in a few hours." She handed Dean a few papers. "Call us if you have any questions."

Dean politely thanked her before she excused herself, leaving him to gather his sister and leave. He wanted to curse that lady for walking in at the absolute worst moment. He was on the verge of finding out something halfway interesting. He had to get more details and just prayed she'd remember this conversation in the car.

"Okay, midget, time to go," he announced, wrapping his arms around her to help her stand up.

He had to practically carry her weight the entire way to the car because it seemed her legs had forgotten how to function, but he was equally entertained with a slew of comments ranging from who had put the sun in the sky to wondering what an ant's final thought was before they squished them on the pavement.

They'd finally gotten to the Impala and Dean had managed to get her door open. Kate paused for a second, resting her hand on top of the hood, brushing it back and forth along the smooth black metal. "It's so pretty," she declared.

"Of course she is," he gloated.

He tried to push her inside the car, but she wasn't having any of it. She lovingly caressed the doorframe before turning to him, tears spilling over. "I feel so bad because she's so pretty."

Dean couldn't handle another breakdown in the middle of a parking lot, so in one swift movement he shoved her inside the car and closed the door, closely watching as tears continued to stream down her face. He silently prayed that this was the only procedure she'd ever have because he doubted he'd be able to handle another drugged out and emotional Kate.

Now that they were both safely in the confines of the car where nobody could really witness or overhear her meltdown, he was ready to get to the bottom of this. "What did you do?" he demanded.

She reached out and gently patted the dashboard as if talking directly to it instead of to Dean. "I'm so sorry I hurt you," she hiccupped between tears.

He was about ready to lose his lid. Nobody messed with Baby. "What. Did. You. Do," he growled.

Her water filled eyes locked with his flaming red ones. "I didn't mean to!" she defended, throwing herself across the seat and wrapping her arms around him, gently resting her head on his shoulder, careful not to hurt her cheeks. "It was an accident. I'm innocent!"

Dean tensed up at her sudden embrace and even more at the mention of "an accident." "Katelyn…," he warned, but inwardly knowing there wasn't much use when she was like this.

"You said you wouldn't be mad," she argued, trying to dry her tears on his shirt.

He took a few, deep breaths, trying to calm his tone. "I'm not mad. Just tell me what happened," he said through clenched teeth.

"I don't wanna die."

"Why would you die?"

"Because you'll kill me," she said flatly. Dean stared at her, steam fuming out of his ears. And as if nothing had just happened, Kate sat right back up in her seat. "I gotta go potty. Can we go home?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Dean gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His mind was overflowing with anger. What had she done to his baby?! Oh no, this wouldn't be the end of this conversation. The second she wasn't doped up on pain killers, he'd get his answers.

As soon as they'd gotten home, Kate went directly to bed, sleeping for almost four hours straight. She surely would have kept on sleeping, but the medication had worn off enough to cause her a lot of pain. "Dean?" she mumbled, still a little groggy, but fully coherent and conscious this time.

"Yeah?" he replied from over by the kitchen sink.

Kate gently touched her throbbing cheeks. "Did you get the pain meds?"

"Yeah."

When he didn't show any signs of coming to her, she prompted, "Can you bring me some?"

"Sure," he replied indifferently, reaching into the cabinet to grab a glass of water. "Dad called while you were sleeping," he commented in the process.

"Okay," she said, rubbing her forehead, trying to calm a headache.

"Didn't you want to talk to him?"

Her brow wrinkled up in confusion. "No? About what?"

"I thought you were going to ask the King for a pet," he quipped, flashing her a devilish grin over his shoulder.

"What the…" she trailed off as the words processed through her mind. "Oh no…"

Bits and pieces of the dentist office came flashing back to her like a slow motion horror movie in her mind.

She'd wanted to be a princess with pet werewolf. She shook her head, trying to brush off the inner embarrassment at her silliness.

But that wasn't it…she suddenly remembered telling Dean something about Stanford...

"Oh god…"

Had she really mentioned sex in front of her brother? That had to have been a dream…

Did that really happen in the car?

"Shit…," she muttered under her breath.

Just then Dean sat down on the bed beside her, his eyes narrowed, showing her he was up to something. She followed his eyes as he glanced out the window toward the Impala.

And it hit her like a wall of bricks. Her stomach was instantly in knots and she had to fight the urge to throw up. It had really happened.

"Whatever you think I did, I didn't do it," she defended, holding her hands up in defense.

"You got lots of explaining to do. Now."

She had the deer caught in the headlights look on, knowing there was nowhere to run. "I swear I didn't do anything. I was drugged…making crap up!"

"Lies!" he countered. "Start talking."

"I call do over! I was high on drugs. Doesn't count."

"It doesn't work that way."

"But Dean…"

"If you want the pain killers, I suggest you start talking."

Even though Kate was in a lot of pain, she seemed to ponder the idea of refusing to tell him and just foregoing any pain medication. That option seemed like the best one given her current situation. Die permanently or live temporarily in pain. The latter had more appeal.

Noticing her hesitation, he broke in, "I swear to God, if you don't start talking, I will shove a hot pepper in your mouth until you do." Always with the spicy food to solve his problems. One tiny, almost invisible drop of hot sauce and she was in tears.

"But I can't have solid foods," she blurted out as her only logical approach.

"Well good thing I have freaking hot sauce in the kitchen. It'll melt right into your tongue," he threatened in a low tone, his eyes burning with flames behind them. Nobody messed with Baby and got away with it. That was his priority and then he'd interrogate her about that little field trip with Sam. But Baby always came first.

She realized she was backed into a corner and there was going to be no way out of this one. "It was all Sam's fault," she claimed. That was the easiest way out, blame the one that wasn't even here to suffer the consequences or say otherwise.

Dean glared at her before starting to stand up, showing her he was not messing around. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen and she immediately knew what he was going to get. Reaching out, she latched onto his arm and pulled him back down. "Fine." She hesitated for a few moments. "One time I took the Impala and went somewhere…"

"Go on," he growled.

Kate took a deep breath. The faster she got this story out, the faster she'd hopefully get those pain meds. Or at least she hoped he'd still give them to her. After he heard the entire story, it was possible he'd hold them hostage forever. But she just prayed he had a compassionate bone somewhere in that overgrown body of his.

Here goes nothing, she thought to herself as she started from the beginning.

End.

I may elaborate on the Kate's Impala story in a future chapter :) As always if you have any ideas you'd like to see incorporated into future chapters, drop me a review or message! Let me know what you guys thought of this chapter!