Chapter 5

I ended up falling asleep on Bobby's couch. When I woke up, Dean was standing over the side of the couch.

"Morning, princess." His voice was smooth and deep.

I rolled off the couch, landing on the hard floor. I flipped him the bird and stood up. Why is he here?

"Morning, Kylee." Sam's voice came from the kitchen.

"Hi, Sammy." I waved.

I grabbed the coffee pot. The warmth of the substance warmed my body. And woke me up a little. I drank maybe two cups before someone cleared their throat. I rolled my eyes, knowing it was Dean.

"We need to have a chat." Deans gruff voice came from next to me. Both of the boys leaned next to me.

"About?" I questioned, drinking another cup of coffee.

"Your journal." Dean dropped the thing on the counter, "What is it about?"

"How the hell did you get that?" I growled. I went to go for my bag, but both of them pulled me back against the counter.

"There's some things in your journal that we've never seen before. Not even in our dad's journal. How do you know about this?" Sam questioned.

"My dad made a deal with an angel. He gave him the information, I copied it down in my own journal from his. Why do you even care?" I snapped.

"Because. It probably all has to deal with why the angels, and demons, are coming after you. And that Jared guy. What was his deal anyway?" Dean crossed his arms.

I walked over to my bag, and rummaged through it. I found one of my dad's journals. I flipped through the pages. It took a minute, but I found it.

"That's why." I showed the page.

"1990- Nest of vampires in Emerald Isle, North Carolina. Murdered families, homeless, and others. 20 vamps, all well known townsfolk." Sam read aloud, "What's this gotta do with anything?"

"Keep reading."

"September 15, 1996- Same vampire nest, more deaths. Killed all but one. He got away- barely.

October 1996- few months after daughter born, vampire's back.

And it goes on farther about this Jared guy... So, pretty much your dad killed a bunch of vampires, but one, and it was getting you for revenge?" Dean spoke this time.

"Yup. But, now the bastard's dead, and the scar will be a reminder of his existence. So... Any questions?" I crossed my arms, placing the journal behind me.

"What do you mean 'scar?'" Dean asked.

"I mean, he bit me like seven years ago, and he knew where I've been because he never lost my scent." I explained.

"Where's the scar?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

"There's multiple. I was sixteen. He abducted me from a job in Lawrence, Kansas, and kept me for a few weeks. Nobody could find me. I went through torture, and near death experiences. Would you like to see the many scars?" I asked, almost regretting it.

Sam nodded. I pulled my shirt over my head .

"Now, that's what I call hot." Dean raised his eyebrows.

"You're just upset you don't have boobs... Or nads." I replied, smirking.

My shirt was off, and I was left in sweatpants and a sports bra.

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SAM POV

Kylee's skin wasn't as smooth as a normal person's would be. It had raised skin where teeth had punctured her pale skin; jagged and straight scars where a knife had ripped her skin. I looked over at Dean.

"Do you mind if I... Uh.. Touch them?" I asked, looking back at her eyes.

"Go ahead." She said, "Just don't cop a feel."

I chuckled at her joke. My warm hand made contact with her bare stomach. She flinched at the heat at her cool skin. I moved my fingers over the bumpy scars. I looked over her neck. Four bite marks in total. They looked risen, and irritated. Almost like they'd been opened and re opened over and over again.

"Those were-uh... Scarred so bad because Jared and his group re opened them five or six times." Kylee spoke in a low voice.

I walked around to see her back. It was covered in jagged marks and cuts.

"Why would he do this to you?" Dean asked, checking out the front of her.

"Revenge... But, instead of the person who caused the problem, more pain was caused to the offspring." Kylee pulled her shirt back on.

"So all of this was because of your dad killing a bunch of vamps?" Dean asked. Dear lord, I wanted to smack him for that. His stupidity.

"Pretty much. Anyway, can I be dismissed. I need a shower, and some time alone. And then I'll go back hunting." Kylee left the room, going up the stairs.

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KYLEE POV

Having two guys check out your upper half of your body, is awkward. I mean, Sam touched my scars- which nobody has done- and Dean just kinda stared. I kept thinking these things while I was in the shower. It's like having someone you just met, trace the scars on your cut wrists.

"Almost done?" I heard, just outside the curtain.

I jumped, "Cas! I'm showering!"

"I can tell. I mean you're naked and behind a thin curtain. And you are all wet." Castiel said, with a 'duh' tone.

"Turn around." I said, not wanting to fight.

Before I flung the curtain open, I grabbed my towel. I quickly dried off my body. Wrapping the towel around myself, I opened the curtain, to see no Cas standing there.

"Of course, he just disappears." I mumbled to myself.

"Who?" A deep voice came from the door way. It wasn't Castiel's.

"Oh, Jesus!" I almost crawled out of my skin.

Dean stood in the doorway, smirking, "So, whatcha' doing?"

"Knitting a sweater." I stated, "Now get out of my room. I need to get dressed."

"I won't complain." I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I'm just noticing the sexual tension between us... Not just Dean and I though.

I pushed him from the bedroom and bathroom, closing the door. I quickly got dressed in ripped jeans, a black oversized tee, and my usual combat boots. My hair turned to curls, even wet. I pulled it out of my face, piling it into a ponytail.

Swinging open the door, my face inches away from Dean's neck. We had a small height difference. I looked up, seeing his lips pulled into a smirk.

"Wanna back up a little?" I asked, placing my hands on his chest.

"I'm fine where I am." I could hear his arrogance.

With my hands still on his chest, I pushed him back. His smirk became larger. The word I suspected to come from his mouth, was "Kinky."

"Pig." I mumbled, walking down the rickety stairs.

Sam was sitting on the couch, flipping through a book. It looked old, and gave off the smell of rotted pages. He looked up at me, smiling as a blush crept to his cheeks. I did a small double take. The blush still holding its place. I ignored it for a moment, and kept walking to the kitchen.

Bobby held a coffee cup. I gratefully took it, sipping the warm liquid.

"Glad to see you all in one piece. Any thing new?" Bobby asked, leaning against his counter.

I told him about my.... predicament. The whole story about Castiel telling me about the whole weapon thing. The supernatural creatures wanting me to obtain the weapon and destroy all of humanity. Bobby didn't seem to have a comment. He just stared dumbfounded to me.

"So, as far as you know, you're connected to a weapon? Every supernatural creature wants it... Unless you find it first?"

"Yup." My mind flew to something, "Bobby, keep an eye on Dean. He's a pig."

"What'd he do this time, the idjit." Bobby refilled our coffee cups.

"He's a peeping Tom."

I left the room, walking into the library where Sam was. I sat next to him, grabbing the book from his hands.

"Whatcha' readin'?" I asked, flipping through the pages.

"Religious weapons. Like the things Cas always told us about. I'm looking to see if you're one like that." He explained.

I handed the leather book back to him, our hands brushed together. Sam blushed again. I chuckled.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sammy. I know you've got the hots for me." I winked.

His blush turned deeper, "haha. You're funny." His voice seemed tense.

I stood up, grabbing his hand. The Moose followed behind me.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I want to show you something." I said.

I pulled him to the guest room. I pushed him on my bed, and I grabbed my bag. I rummaged through it, grabbing an old book.

"You might find more in this." I handed it to him, "It's about angelic instruments. My dad gave it to me."

"Thanks." Sam held the book gingerly.

A silence fell heavily through the room. We didn't move. Before I could move, Sam's large hand came on the side of my face. His lips lightly touched mine, pulling me into a short kiss. I tensed up, not knowing if I should keep going. Sam pulled away, apologizing.

"It's okay, Sammy." I whispered.

"Just, do me a favor ." He said .

"What would that be?"

"Don't fall for Dean." He said, turning and leaving the room.

Well, I guess I should play keep away.