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My Strange New Life

By Simply Katherine Lawrence

Adventure

Bugs

Sam and I were laying on the of the impala. He was reading through a newspaper and I was just looking up at the sky. We had finished a case with the Hookman recently and this chick Lori had some ghost haunting her. Suddenly I hear laughing from beside me. Oh man here comes trouble, I gaze down to find Dean. He was waving a pile of cash at us, I rolled my eyes.


“You know, we could get day jobs once in awhile.” Sam suggested and I groaned.


“ Hunting's our day job. And the pay is crap.” Dean asserted and I just bopped my head that was playing from the bar.


“ Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams? It's not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.” Sam revealed and I look at him.


“You actually want to stay somewhere long enough to get a job?” I asked him incredulously and he rolled his eyes at me. “I’m fine with hustling. I will at drinking games all the time.” Dean raised his eyebrow at me.


“Yeah, a little warning next time. So I don’t have to wake up with my head in the toilet again.” Dean mentioned and Sam looked at me surprised.


“You drank Dean under the table?”Sam asked me. I nodded and laughed.


“He didn’t want to believe a 19 year old girl could actually beat him. Everyone was surprised when I was the one to carry him out of the bar.” I spieled and Sam laughed.


“ We got a new gig or what?” Dean cut in obviously trying to change the subject.


“ Maybe. Oasis Plains, Oklahoma - not far from here. A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob.” Sam informed and I gave him a look.


“English Sam. Not everyone here went to Stanford. Sometimes I think you say big words like that to sound impressive… It’s not working.” I told him and Dean snorted.


“ Human mad cow disease.” Sam clarified and I pat his back.


“See that wasn’t so bad.” I told him patronizingly.


“ Mad cow. Wasn't that on Oprah?” Dean asked. Sam and I look gave him a funny look.


“ You watch Oprah?” Sam asked dumbfounded and I gave a little laugh. Dean looked embarrassed.

“ So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?” Dean changed the subject and I giggle a bit. I couldn’t help it.


“ Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear. But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less.” Sam explained and I was pretty… impressed I guess.


“ Okay, that's weird.” Dean expressed and I just jumped off the car.


“ Yeah. Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin' much nastier.” Sam suggested and I went to get into the car.



We went over to Travis to talk to him and we got some information out of him. He told us where it happened and right now we were here. Dean parked right next the spot where crime scene tape could be seen. We walked over to the hole in the ground.


“Huh. What do you think?” Dean asked and I shrugged.


“I don't know. But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast.” Sam mentioned. I shined my flashlight down the hole but I couldn’t see anything.


“So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?” Dean suggested and I shook my head.


“ No, there'd be an entry wound. Sounds like this thing worked from the inside.” I told him while looking into the hole and scratching my head.


“ Huh. Looks like there's only room for one. You wanna flip a coin?” Dean asked Sam and I furrowed my brows.


“ Dean, we have no idea what's down there.” Sam responded. I stepped forward.


“I’ll go. It’ll be fun.” I spoke up. They both looked at me.


“No.” They said in unison and I crossed my arms.


“Why not? I’m not giants like you two, so it will be easier for me to go down.” I reasoned .Dean picks up a nearby coil of rope.


“ I'm going.” Sam clarified. I rolled my eyes. Dean tied the rope around Sam’s waist. “Don’t drop me.” Then he was lowered and I continued to scratch my head.


A little while later we were back in the impala. Sam told us that there were beetles down there, but no other evidence of anything else.


“ Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before.” Sam mentioned and I saw balloons up ahead. There was a sign for a BBQ.


“I know a good place to start. I'm kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how 'bout you?” Sam and I gave Dean knowing looks. “What, we can't talk to the locals?”


“And the free food's got nothin' to do with it?” I ask him with a smile.


“ Of course not. I'm a professional.” Dean countered trying to be serious.He pulls over and we get out of the car. “Growing up in a place like this would freak me out.”


“Why?” Sam questioned as I walked between them.


“Well, manicured lawns, "How was your day, honey?" I'd blow my brains out.” Dean answered and I couldn’t help but agree with him a little. I was never one for settling down or anything like that. I wanted a job that involved traveling and I have it. Honestly, I couldn’t be happier, but there are times I thought this was my future and I freaked out. Sometimes I couldn’t help but see Dean look longingly at people with families and stable lives.


“ There's nothing wrong with "normal".” Sam revealed as we walked up the driveway.


“I'd take our family over normal any day.” Dean said, he knocked on the door. A guy in a tan suit answered the door.


“Welcome.” The guy greeted. I smiled at him.


“ This the barbeque?” Dean confirmed and the guy nodded.


“ Yeah, not the best weather, but... I'm Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are... ?” Larry trailed off.


“ Dean. This is Sam and Kat.” Dean introduced and we shook hands.


“Kat, Sam, Dean, good to meet you. So, you three are interested in Oasis Plains?” Larry asked.


“ Yes, sir.” Dean responded and Larry looked between Dean and Sam. Oh boy….


“ Let me just say - we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation.” Larry mentioned and I had to hide my smile with my hand. Oh… I remember this. Dean and Sam were starting to realize what he was trying to imply.


“ We're brothers.” Dean pointed out and Larry looked embarrassed. I saw Sam with a small smirk on his face. What is he planning?


“ These two just tied the knot so we are lookin’ for a place for them to spend the rest of their lives.” Sam disclosed and my eyes went wide. Dean wrapped his arm around me and I gave Larry a smile.


“ Great, great. Well, newlyweds are welcome, too. Come on in.” Larry allowed us into his house. Dean went into the house first and I punched Sam before I followed.


Larry introduced us to his wife and Lynda as he walked off to talk to other people.


“ I take it you three are interested in becoming homeowners.” Lynda asked and I smiled in agreement, then scratched my head.


“ Well…” Dean trailed off.


“ Y-yeah, well…” Sam did the same. She looked between Sam and Dean


“ Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or” I put my arm in Dean’s “... sexual orientation.” She mentioned and looked like she got the message I was trying to display.


“ Right. Um... I'm gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey?” Dean asked me. As he walked away he smacked me on the ass. He is so dead. I look at Sam and smile.


“I’m just going to look around Sammy. It was nice to meet you Linda.” I say to them and walk away quickly. I walk around the place and try to find anything out of the ordinary. We stuck around for a while and stayed till dark. Dean found out that Dustin wasn’t the first weird bug attack. There was definitely something going on… with bugs. Why did it have to be bugs?




We were driving around in the impala and it was night.


“You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?” Dean spoke up. I was in the back seat trying to figure out what was going on here.


“ Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations.” I said from the back seat, scratching my head.


“ Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity.” Dean told me while looking at me curiously and I nodded crossing it off my mental list.


“ Yeah, me neither.” Sam added and we all just sighed.


“ Maybe they're being controlled somehow. You know, by something or someone.” Dean suggested and that seemed like a plausible idea.


“ You mean, like Willard?” Sam asked and I had no idea what that movie was but I could guess it was about someone who could control animals.


“ Yeah, bugs instead of rats.” Dean confirmed.


“ There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals - elementals, telepaths.” I said and Sam nodded.


“ Larry's kid - he's got bugs for pets.” Dean mentioned and I just raised my eyebrow. I can work with snakes, lizards, and freakin’ wolves but put me in a room with lots of bugs and you’ll hear me screaming.


“ Matt?” Sam asked and Dean nodded. “ He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula.”


“ You think he's our Willard?” Dean disclosed. I still couldn’t help but think about bugs and scratching my head..


“ I don't know. Anything's possible, I guess.” Sam asserted. Dean turned towards me from the front seat.


“ Kat you alright? You have been scratching your head all day.” Dean noted and I gave him a tight smile.


“Yeah of course.” I replied and he just rolled his eyes then a house caught his eye.


“ Ooh, hey. Pull over here.” Dean pointed to an empty house. Sam parked in the driveway and Dean got out of the car to open to garage door. “ It's too late to talk to anybody else.”


“We're gonna squat in an empty house?” Sam questioned incredulously. He looked back at me and I shrugged. It wasn’t the first time I did it.


“ I wanna try the steam shower. Come on.” Dean revealed and I just shook my head as Sam drove into the garage. We stepped inside the house, it was already furnished. All it needed was people. I climb up the stairs to see two bedrooms. Great. I walked into the second bedroom and set my bag on the large queen sized bed then lay back on it. Suddenly I feel something thrown next to me. I open my eyes to see Dean in front of me.


“Yes?” I questioned him.


“Looks like we’re bunking together.” Dean claimed and I snorted.


“There is a bedroom next door and a perfectly good couch in the living room.” I conveyed and he just sat down next to me.


“Well Sam already called the second bedroom and the couch is uncomfortable.” Dean claimed and I rolled my eyes. “Plus who wouldn’t want to sleep with me?” I raised my hand. He just put my hand down and scoffed. “You are my wife anyway.” He casually put in and I glared at him.


“Thank you Dean for reminding me to kill Sam. ” Then I smacked Dean on the side of the head. He yelped in pain and I pointed my finger at him scoldingly. “That was for smacking my ass earlier.” with that I got up and grabbed my pj’s from my bag. Going to the bathroom I took a shower and put on a pair of my usual shorts and old t-shirt. Coming out of the bathroom I saw that Dean was gone. So I jumped onto my bed and started to do research on my laptop. Usually my research routine was like my homework one. I played music, usually from the eighties, and did nonstop research. All my favorite music is on my iPhone, so I put it on and work.


While researching “Hips Don't Lie" and I couldn't help but dance a little while sitting on my bed. Next thing I know my laptop is in the on the bedside table and I'm dancing on top of my bed in my shorts. I’m moving my hips to the music and can’t help but feel free. I love dancing, it always makes me smile and laugh. In the middle of the song I jumped off the bed and started to dance around the room. Then suddenly I heard the door open, I stopped and turned around to see Dean.


“Oh no don’t stop on my account. I just wanted to get a better view.” Dean input with a smirk. I threw a pillow at him and it hit him. Then he tried to hit me and missed, I stuck my tongue out at him playfully as he grabbed another pillow. “Don’t show that tongue if you ain’t gonna use it.” I glare at him as he continued to try and hit me. I ran out of the room and down stairs. Sam was standing in front of the door, he had just come in from the garage. I quickly ran behind him and waited for Dean to show up.


“Kat why are you hiding behind me?” Sam asked with an amused smile. Then I hit him in the back. “Ow Kat.”


“That was for earlier Sam.” I told him and he just shook his head. Then I heard Dean come down the stairs and continued to hide behind him. “Don’t tell him I’m here.”


“Sam have you seen a short woman running around down here?” I heard Dean ask Sam. Sam moved aside and I saw Dean.


“Traitor.” I called Sam. “I’m not short, I’m average sized.” Dean stalked in front of me and I backed up against the wall. “Dean what the-” I was picked up and tossed over his shoulder. “What the fuck Dean, let me down.” I struggle in his grip. I saw Sam laughing in the background.


“That's not nice language for a lady.” Dean told me patronizingly as he chuckled. He moved towards the stairs.


“Would you like for me to say it in Spanish?” I ask sarcastically then look to Sam pleadingly. “Could you lend a girl a hand Sammy?” I ask him and he shook his head. “Let me down Dean, this instant.” He just continued to carry me up the stairs. “Dean I’m serious I don’t like being manhandled.” He just ignored me and I sigh. Dean brought me into my room and dropped me on the bed. I tried to get off but he just dragged me back. “Stop.” My iPhone was playing “Bad Things”, it was ending though.


“No” Dean answered simply. I try to get off again but he stopped me. So I sigh and scratch my head. “Not until you tell me why you keep scratching your head. Do you have bugs in there are something?” He asked. My eyes widened and I pushed him to the side roughly, so I could go to the mirror and check my hair.


“No.” I said in relief as I saw my hair was clean. Turning back to Dean I see him look at me questioningly and I sigh. “Let’s just say I have a tiny weeny fear of bugs….” I say slowly . He stares at me for a couple seconds then laughs. “It isn’t funny.”


“Oh yes it is. You don’t flinch to the evilest of monsters but bugs and you have a problem.” Dean laughed and I glared at him.


“I was traumatized as a child, okay. I was playing in the leaves once when I was like 5 and when I was brushing my hair a couple hours after playing. I found spiders in my hair. The whole street could hear me screaming.” I explained and he still laughed. “It’s a rational fear.” Sighing I went under the blankets on the bed and turned away from Dean who was still at the edge of the bed. I drowned out the noise of his laughter and went to sleep.



I was in a basement of an old house. There was the sound of crying children and then I see the brother go down the steps. Sam goes to the cabinet, where the crying was coming from, and opened it. There was two kids in it. Sam took both kids up the stairs but something grabs him from underneath the stairs. He falls and Dean shoots, but misses. What is going on?


“Sam get them out of here.” Dean ordered and Sam threw him a taser. This all looked familiar. Dean was moving around the basement with a taser and a flashlight. The creature jumps up and pushes Dean backwards. The gun flew into a puddle and Dean crawls towards it. What is the idiot doing? He picks up the gun and points it at the creature, it too was standing in the same puddle. My eyes widen, please tell me he isn’t that stupid. Dean shoots it and they both get electrocuted. The creature fell to the ground dead and Dean laid still. I ran to him and tried to help him but my hands just passed through.


“Dean! Dean wake up!” I yelled at him with tears in my eyes and I heard Sam come down the stairs. He passed right through me and kneeled next to his unconscious brother.


“Dean hey, hey.” Sam tried to wake him up and things started to get darker.


I open my eyes and sit up. I look to my side and Dean was laying there sleeping. Sweat was all over me and I got out of bed. In the bathroom I splash cold water on my face. It was 3 in the morning and I went past Sam’s room and heard him struggling. Going into his room, I saw he was having a nightmare, so I went up to his and shook him lightly.


“Sam.” I called softly. Sam opened his eyes and looked at me. He looked confused.


“Kat? What are you doing in here?” Sam questioned me and sat up.


“You were having a nightmare Sam, so I woke you up.” I told him, then he had a guilty face.


“Did I wake you?” Sam asked and I shook my head.


“No, I was already awake. Can’t sleep with all this bug talk.” I lie to him and he smiles tiredly at me.


“Oh come on Kat. You don’t get scared of anything supernatural, but a bug. Seriously?” I punch his side lightly.


“Try to sing a favorite tune. Always helps me sleep.” I went to get out of his room but stop at the doorway. “Sam you shouldn’t be blaming yourself for Jess’s death. There is no way you could have thought that dream was real.” I told him looking back and his eyes widened.


“How did you know?” Sam asked taken back. I give him a look saying he should know and close the door. I knew I was getting no more sleep so I took my laptop from my room and started to research again.





At six in the morning Sam joined me downstairs and we were just waiting for Dean.


“Kat, I’m been meaning to ask you about…” Sam trailed off beside me.


“How I knew about your dream?” I finished for him and he nodded. “Sam I’m starting to remember certain things about my old home and that seemed to be one of the things.”


“Yeah but do you know why I had that dream? Am I some sort of… freak for seeing my girlfriend’s death before it happened?” Sam asked frowning and I give a reassuring look.


“No Sam. Do not ever think you are a freak for simply seeing the future. If you say that seeing the future makes you a freak then count me into that category.” I told him with a serious expression. Sam furrowed his eyebrows confused.


“What do you mean? Have you had… visions too?” Sam asked curious.


“Sam I come from a family of psychics. I was bound to get something. Plus I don't visions Sam-” I was cut off by the police scanner reporting a dead body not too far away from where we were squatting. I stood up. “We’ll talk about this later Sam. I’ll get Dean.” I told him walking away but his voice stopped me.


“Why didn’t you tell anyone Kat? We could have helped you with it.” Sam asked and I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.


“Why didn’t you?” I replied and walked away to get Dean. Walking up the stairs I hear the shower on. Looks like he is testing out the steam shower. “Dean come the scanner came on. There is a dead body a couple blocks from here.” I yelled as I banged on the door. He peeped his head from behind the door with a towel wrapped around his head.


“This shower is awesome.” Dean commented and I rolled my eyes. Then he looked me up and down then smirked, I was still in my pj’s. “You know there is enough room-”


“Just hurry up Winchester, before the police do something stupid and anger something.” I cut him off and go to my room to change obviously knowing what he was going to say.




We went to the crime scene, turns out the body the scanner talked about was Linda, the realtor. So later after the police were gone we went inside the house and looked at the place. There was a towel on the ground with a bunch of dead spiders in it. So we thought maybe it was Matt. We later then went to wait where he gets dropped off from the bus and follow him into the woods.


“Hey, Matt. Remember me?” Sam asked as we approached him. Matt looked at us in surprise.


“What are you doin' out here?” Matt asked us alarmed as he looked between all of us.


“ Well, we wanna talk to you.” I say calmly to him but he still looked alarmed.


“ You're not here to buy a house, are you?” Matt questioned. Dean shakes his head. “W-wait. You're not serial killers?” We laughed and I rolled my eyes.


“ No, no. No, I think you're safe.” Sam inserted but Matt still looked nervous. We asked Matt about the bugs and he said he had nothing to do with it. Although he did inform us that there was something going on with the bugs. He led us to an area where the bugs activity soared and there was a weird mound of worms in the middle of the clearing.


“ I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class.” Matt mentioned and I nodded.


“You two are like peas in a pod.” Dean input sarcastically. Sam ignored him and I sighed. He was referring to earlier when Sam told him college was his way out. Dean got a little irritated and I couldn’t help but feel that too. Sure that is how Sam got out but I never told him that it was the only way. Dean poked a stick inside the hole in the ground and it sounded like something was in there. So Dean rolled up his sleeve and dug his hand into the hole. I had to turn away, that was just plain nasty. When I turned back, I saw Dean holding a skull. This looked like a start to something weird.


So now we were parked in front of an anthropology building to have a profession look at the bones. As we walked towards the building, I got a little headache. I trailed behind the boys then stopped and closed my eyes. When I opened them back up I was no longer outside but in what it appeared to be an attic. There were bees flying everywhere and Dean was using an improvised flamethrower. The Matt’s family was up here along with the boys. I blinked hard to try and stop this nightmare and it did. “Bugs” that was what the episode was called. Then I looked for Sam and Dean then caught up to them. They both looked peeved, great what happened?


“ I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough.” Sam mentioned. Oh this was about what Sam said to Matt.


“So what are you sayin'? That Dad was disappointed in you?” Dean questioned and Sam scoffed.


“ Was? Is. Always has been.” Sam input. Dean looked at him with furrowed brows.


“ Why would you think that?”


“ Because I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool - because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak.” Sam admitted and I snorted lowly.


“ Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters.” Dean commented and I stepped forward.


“Sam your dad was never disappointed in you. In all honesty he was probably scared.” I spoke up and they looked at me


“Why would you say that Kat?” Sam asked me and I looked at Dean for him to answer.


“ He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talkin'... he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could.” Dean announced and Sam’s smirk slowly faded. “ Keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.”


“ What?” Sam asked disbelieving. “ Why didn't you tell me any of that?”


“ Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone.” Dean pointed out and I looked at the time as the brothers had a silent stare down.


“ Come on, we're gonna be late for our appointment.” I announced as I walked away.




So we brought the bones to a professor and he informed us that they were Native American bones. He also he pointed us to someone who might know some information about the native tribes that lived here. We arrived at a diner and saw the person we were looking for.


“ Joe White Tree?” I asked the old man, he nods. “We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right.”


“ We're students from the university.” Dean input and I couldn’t help but smirk internally. I guess he never learned not to lie to an old native man.


“ No, you're not. You're lying.” Joe pointed out and Dean seems taken aback.


“ Well, truth is-” Joe cut him off.


“ You know who starts sentence with "truth is"? Liars.” Joe informed him and Dean exchanged an exasperated look with me.


“ Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the Atoka Valley.” Sam spoke up and Joe looked at Dean.


“ I like him. He's not a liar.” Joe said and I laughed silently. Dean looked a little angry. “ I know the area.”


“ What can you tell us about the history there?” Sam asked and Joe told us about the relocation of the tribe and the slaughter. Apparently, the chief had put a curse on the land that would kill white people that lived on the valley. So when we said our goodbyes we sped over to Matt’s knowing you couldn’t break a curse, you had to escape it.


Matt had called us on the way to his house and said that the bugs were being way too active. Dean told him to tell his father that he had a sharp pain in his side and had to go to the hospital. But when we finally arrived there the family was still there. We got out of the car and Larry comes out with Matt.


“ Get off my property before I call the cops.” Larry warns us.


“ Dad, they're just tryin' to help.” Matt yelled at his father. Then he looked at us.” I'm sorry. I told him the truth.” Dean sighed.


“ We had a plan, Matt, what happened to the plan?” Dean asked and I stepped forward.


“ Look, it's 12:00 AM. They are coming any minute now. You need to get your family and go, before it's too late. Now get the hell out of here.” I look behind me and see a wave of bugs coming towards us. “too late everyone inside.” They look where I was and they rush into the house.


“Everyone plug all possible entries the bugs could get through.” Dean ordered but I was already on it. That vision I had was already coming true, I just wish it had a little more detail. Larry had tried to call someone but the lines were dead and then so was the power. I rushed into the kitchen and found the bug spray under the sink., I grabbed two. Hey it was the best we got. When I got back into the living room, they were staring at the chimney.


“Dean!” I shout, he looks at me and I throw him a can. He raises an eyebrow. “It’s the best we got.” Then suddenly the bugs came through the chimney, I took at my lighter and started to spray. Then I thought of the memory. “Everyone upstairs in the attic now.” We all started to climb the stairs and one by one we all went up. Dean was the last one to come up and I helped Sam close the attic door.


We waited a while up there until we heard something eating the wood. Termites. A huge opened up and bees started to swarm us. Sam and Dean tried to close the hole as I sprayed, trying not to scream.. When they finally did another hole had opened up. I stood in front of the family and tried to spray the bugs. Suddenly sunlight came through and the bugs started disappear.


“You know next time I’m bringing a freakin’ beekeeper suit.” I commented as I tried to take a stinger from my hand.




Later we returned to the house after we cleaned up a bit. When we arrived at Larry’s he was packing a moving truck. We got out and walked towards him.


“ What, no goodbye?” Dean says to Larry. Larry looked at us and smiled.


“ Good timing. Another hour and we'd have been gone.” Larry announced and we shook hands. “ The development's been put on hold while the government investigates those bones you found. But I'm gonna make damn sure no one lives here again.”


“ You don't seem too upset about it.” I commented and Larry looked behind him towards Matt.


“ Well, this has been the biggest financial disaster of my career, ...somehow, I really don't care.” He responded and I smiled and gave him one last wave then walked over to the impala. Sam walks over to Matt and Dean joins me. As I look at Sam and Matt conversing I couldn’t help but notice that Matt kind of looks like Samandriel.


“No way..” I whispered to myself, but it seems like Dean heard me because he looked at me.


“What” He asked and I just shook my head. “You know I thought you would scream when the bugs came into play. But you weren’t bad.” I laughed and looked up at him.


“Trust me I was screaming on the inside the whole time. Either way I’m quite the screamer.” I responded absentmindedly then widened my eyes realizing the double meaning to that. He smirked and leaned down slightly.


“I would like to put that theory to the test.” He commented. I just shook my head and looked forward again to see Sam walking towards us. Sam leaned against the impala with us and looked at Matt and his father getting together.

“ I wanna find Dad.” Sam spoke up and Dean nodded. “Yeah, but I just... I want to apologize to him.”


“ For what?” Dean questioned and Sam looked at him.


“ All the things I said to him. He was just doin' the best he could.” Sam replied and I gave him a side hug.


“Well, don't worry, we'll find him. And then you'll apologize.” I said to Sam and he smiled down at me.

“ And then within five minutes, you guys will be at each other's throats.” Dean spoke up and we laughed.


“Let's hit the road.” I announced and we dispersed to our usual spots of the impala. Then I looked at Dean. “Can I drive?” I ask him. He pretends to think about it.


“Uh no.” Dean responded and I pouted.


“Why not? I drove the impala before.” I told him with a smirk and he looks at me from the front seat with wide eyes.


“When was this?” He asked and I shrugged. “Kat when did you drive Baby?” I laughed a little.


“Well before she was your’s…” I say remembering my trip with John. “Plus you are a pretty deep sleeper Dean.” He leaned towards me since I sat directly behind him.


“You didn’t.” He said lowly and I leaned forward as well.


“Oh Dean but I did.” I say with a smirk and we hear Sam burst out laughing from his seat.


“Just kiss already.” Sam told us. I leaned back in my seat and sighed. “Or at least tell me when to leave the room.”


“Shut up Sam.” Dean and I spoke then we looked at each other and glared.


“I can’t wait for the day that you two just open your eyes and-” Sam started.


“Sam must I get out my phone and put on that song.” I warned him and he looked at me with wide eyes, then stayed quiet. Dean looked back at me in the mirror impressed as he drove.


“What’s that song?” Dean questioned and Sam looked at Dean.


“The worst song ever. Probably written by Satan.” I flinch involuntarily when Sam mentioned Satan.


“It’s this.” I announce as “What Does the Fox Say?” starts playing. Sam just puts his hands over his ears and Dean looks confused as hell. When the music stops Dean gives me a horrified look and I burst out laughing.


“Never play that again.” Dean said and I just kept laughing.


“Try hearing that for like 3 hours straight.” Sam told Dean. “Plus she memorized the lyrics.” I stopped laughing and smirked at Sam.


“Oh but Sammy at one point you were singing with me.” I assert and he glared at me. “Just be glad it wasn’t the whole Phantom of the Opera album. I know each song and they go on for hours.”


“Wasn’t that the one with Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum.” Dean claimed and I gave him a funny look.


“You watched Phantom of the Opera?” Sam asked Dean. Sam and I started to laugh a little and Dean looked a bit embarrassed. Dean didn’t answer but we were all smiling. Then I saw a sign that said “Home” and my smile dropped. Suddenly flashes of the Winchester house played in my head. The boys had no idea but they were going home soon.

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