Chapter 32

The next time I woke up, the tubes were removed from my arms. I looked around, and saw my clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed. I slowly got oout of the hospital bed, and took off the gown. I yanked on the baggy AC/DC tee, ripped jeans, and my usual combat boots. I coughed a little, and suddenly got a headache. Damn you, reapers! I rolled my eyes, and slipped out of the room door. I turned and saw both Sam and Dean bouncing their knees in the waiting chairs. I coughed, and their heads both snapped up. Sam was the first to pop up, and hug me as tight as he possibly could.

"Sammy, I can't breathe," I let out, tapping his back.

He loosened his grip, and finally let me go, "You're okay. Thank God."

I chuckled, and looked at Dean. I knew he wasn't one for hugs, neither was I, but I wanted one from the shorter Winchester. He rolled his eyes, and stood up. He pulled me in for a quick, tight hug. I felt so loved. I smiled, and pulled away- as did he. I smirked a little, and looked at the two Winchesters. We made our way out to the car.

"So, what's the next job?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

Sam raised his eyebrow, and made this stupid look, "You're serious?"

I nodded, "Hell yeah!"

Sam shook his head, "You're like Dean. You need some rest."

I rolled my eyes, and we walked out of the hospital, "How long was I in that coma?"

"Four days."

I smirked, "Well, look at it this way, I slept for four days, and slept a full night. Although I think the last one was drug induced."

Sam rolled his eyes, and Dean laughed, patting me roughly on the shoulder, "I take back saying she had a sick sense of humor. Dude, she's awesome."

I smiled in victory. But Sam still looked at me like I was stupid, "Kylee, you need the extra rest. Your body isn't-"

"I don't care. I want to finish what Crowley started. So, let's go. Where is he anyway?"

Dean looked at the trunk, then back at Sam. I smirked. I ordered him to open it, which he did. I smirked a little, and saw the treasure I wanted to see. As soon as he saw the light, he blinked, and squinted.

"Hallo, Boy." I mocked his words.

"That's my line." He grumbled.

I smirked a little. I slammed the Impala's trunk, and turned to the Winchesters, "Well, I suppose it'd make more sense if we spoke to him at the bunker. Let's go." Dean had this sly smile on his face, while Sam looked irritated. I smiled, and patted his shoulder, "I call shotgun."

"Oh, come on!"

Dean smirked as I got into the passenger seat. I smiled in victory, and buckled up. It felt good to be in the car again... Without being in a comatose state. I smiled a little. I remembered what I almost did before I nearly died...

I almost kissed Sammy.

After a few minutes of being in my own thoughts, I felt the car park, and Dean turn off the engine.

"What are you doin'?" I grumbled.

"Grub."

I nodded. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly. I heard chuckles, and got out of my seat. I slammed the impala's door, and turned to Sam. He looked down at me confused, and raised his eyebrow. Before anything could happen, I reached up, and captured his lips in mine. He hesitated for a second, almost freaked out, but soon kissed back. I felt the works. It was so loving and passionate. Almost like in the movies, where the camera spins around the kissing couple, and they stay there for a few moments. I smiled, and broke off the kiss. At first, he seemed stunned, but a large grin came across his face. It was nice to finally see him smile. It'd been so long, I guess I forgot what it looked like.

"Okay, love couple, let's eat before I lose my appetite from your face eating." Dean interrupted.

I smirked, and felt Sam's arm snake around my waist. I leaned into him, and we followed Dean into the diner.

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After eating delicious greasy diner food, I ended up in the back seat again while Dean drove to the bunker/Bat Cave. I hummed quietly to the Guns 'N Roses playing through the Impala's speakers. I heard the brakes squeal, and the bunker door came into view. I hopped out of the car, and waited for the boys to get out the King of Hell from the trunk. When Crowley was yanked out, Sam and Dean pushed him to make him walk with this still bagged head. We kept going down the steps, which was hilarious watching Crowley almost fall down each step, and lead him to the hidden chamber thing.

Dean chained him up in the chair. It was in the center of a giant demon trap, and the chain cuff around his neck had a little one engraved in the side. His hand cuffs also had them. I took the honor of unbagging the King of Hell, and stepping back.

"Hallo, Boys... And Moose number two. Thanks for the new jewelery." His accent was loud and clear.

I scoffed, "Well, it's our little gift to you for not dying."

A smirk rose to Crowley's lips, "I told you I couldn't die. Although, that was painful."

I glared at the receding hairlined man, "Maybe I'll just-"

Sam cut me off by giving me a stern look. I rolled my eyes, and left the room. I went up to the kitchen, and grabbed myself a beer. I heard someone walk up behind me, and their heavy footfalls. I sighed, knowing it was Sammy.

"How may I be at your service, Winchester Boy?" I said sarcastically.

I turned to face the 6'4" man. The sexy 6'4" man. I smirked at my little thoughts rummaging throughout my mind.

"Shut up. What's up with the 'tude with Crowley?" He asked, grabbing a beer for himself.

"He's a douche."

Sam made an agreeing face , "What were you gonna say before I stopped you?"

I smirked, "You'll probably hear it sometime or another. So, this brings me to the question I asked earlier. What's the next job?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "You need to relax. Hang out with the prophet."

I cocked my head, "The prophet? That kid Dean was on the phone with like two weeks ago? Kevin Tran, right?"

"Bingo. He'll be here tomorrow. We're doing the final trial tomorrow, and you need to protect Kevin. He's a pretty cool kid... If you get past the part where he's almost killed himself with exhaustion." Sam chuckled a moment, "Cas might drop by, too."

"Cool. Well, I'm tempted to go torture little Hellraiser down there, but I suppose I'll figure something else out." I smirked.

Sam looked at me a little confused. I set my beer down, and slowly walked towards him. He still had a look of confusion on his face. As I made my way to him, I got close. I ran the palms of my hands up his chest. I smiled. He still didn't catch on. When my fingers latched behind his neck, I pulled him down to my height. My smile turned into a smirk, as I kissed the corner of his mouth-giving him a tease. I kept the little kisses til I got to the collar of his shirt. My hands moved down slowly, I unbuttoning his shirt. His hands grasped my hips, as I kept up with the kisses, but stopped between his collarbones. I stopped, and finished his shirt. I placed my lips softly to his. I felt his smile against my lips, and his hands moving down a little to my thighs. I jumped up, and wrapped my legs around his waist.I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, and he allowed entrance. I get us move, and heard a door open. I smirked a little , and felt the bed sheets hit my back.

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"Well, no wonder you disappeared," Dean's voice interrupted my sleep.

My eyes snapped open, and Sam sat up. I sat up, and made sure I was covered. Seeing Dean smirk, I smirked back. His smirk turned to a confused facial expression. I grabbed Sam's face, and placed a soft kiss- tongue and all- on his lips. I heard Dean groan, and someone else run up the stairs.

"What's up, Dean?" It was that kid.

"GET OUT BEFORE YOUR EYES ARE BURNED OUT OF YOUR SKULL." Dean shouted.

It was too late, though. Kevin walked in to me and Sam sitting on the bed. I pulled the sheet farther up my body, and blushed deeply. Sam had the same expression on his face. Kevin's eyes widened, and he tripped down the stairs. Dean laughed, and followed after him. My blush left my cheeks, and I got up from the bed.

"I'm gonna shower... I'll- uh... See you in a few."

I ran across the hall to the bathroom, and took a quick shower . After my hot shower, I wrapped a towel around my body, and looked in the mirror. My hair was light brown, with a little bit of auburn. When did I dye my hair?

A little memory hit me. Before the Succubus hunt. I should do it again. I liked the difference.

After getting dressed in an old Green Day tee, ripped skinny jeans, my boots, and my hair up, I walked down the stairs. Kevin looked at me and blushed a little.

"Kylee, nice to meet ya' kid." I shook his hand.

"Kevin Tran."

I smirked, "The prophet, right?" Water was sprayed in my face, "I'm not a demon, kid."

"Just a precaution. So," he coughed, "How'd you meet the Winchesters."

"Bobby Singer... An old mutual buddy of ours." I sat next to Kevin, "You?"

"Uh.. Cas- Castiel? The Angel. You know about the Supernatural, right?"

I chuckled, "Well, that's kind of a stupid question to ask after you tell me about angels." I lightly punched his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes, "Shut up."

We talked a little more, and drank a beer. I thought about getting stuff.

"Wanna go to the store with me?" I asked, getting up and walking to a table with my weapons. I grabbed my demon knife, and remembered something, "Hang on kid. Lemme go grab something."

Running up the steps, and walking into my room, I grabbed an old Arizona army jacket. It was like a khaki color, and it had a bunch of pockets inside and out. I picked it up from an old thrift shop. After grabbing it, I shrugged it on, and met Kevin back downstairs. He had an odd look on his face. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed my throwing knives, placing them in an easy to grab pocket. Grabbing my .9 pistol, I shoved it in the waistband of my jeans.

"Let's go." I had a smirk on my face.

"Get Pie!" Dean shouted from the couch.

"Don't we need the-"

"Got my own keys, kid. Now, quit your whinin' princess, and let's go." I grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the garage.

I grabbed my keys from the hook, and led him around to the navy blue Impala next to Dean's baby. He had a confused look on his face, that clearly asked if this was mine.

"Yes, Kevin, it's mine." I answered his silent question.

He nodded ,and climbed in after me. He buckled up, while I silently smirked to myself.

I sped out of the garage, and he had his eyes widened, and mouth agape. I smirked, and kept 20 over the speed limit.

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Kevin and I walked into the little drugstore, and he had this horrified look on his face. I smacked his arm.

"You didn't have to try and kill us!" He shouted, making people look at me, "We almost died!"

I laughed, "I swear, you almost peed your pants! It was hilarious."

"You're worse than Dean." He grumbled.

I chuckled, and went down the haircare isle. Kevin followed close behind me, and had another odd look on his face. I picked up a box of cheap auburn hair dye. Kevin kept following close behind me, and stayed silent. Walking down the dessert isle, I grabbed a cherry pie, and a blueberry pie. That should be enough, right? I mean, it's Dean, but still. Just in case, I grabbed another cherry pie.

"Need anything, Kevin?" I asked, turning to face him.

He shook his head, so we walked to the cashier. I saw the cashier's eyes flash black, then back to normal. The demon didn't notice I saw, but I looked around. Everyone had their eyes nonchalantly trained on the prophet and myself.

I turned to Kevin, "Everyone in here is a demon," I whispered, "Don't freak out."

Kevin looked at me with wide eyes, but then looked normal. We tured to the cashier.

"Hello, this all ya' need?" She said in a sickly sweet voice.

I nodded, "Yep." I slightly pulled out my demon knife, and kept it hidden in my jacket.

As I passed over the stuff, she grabbed my wrist, with a smirk. I smirked back, and stabbed her hand with the knife. The wound flashed, but she didn't.

She hissed in pain, "Popp. Wonderful. And the prophet. Wonder how that happened."

I quickly pulled the knife from her hand, and stabbed it through her chest. I pulled it out, and saw a demon about to touch Kevin.

"Kevin, Duck!" I shouted. He did as told, and the demon knife flew at the demons head. It flickered, and Kevin grabbed it from the demon's head. I pulled out my throwing knives, and threw them at the demons, making them collapse from the holy water. I had little time to grab the knife from Kevin, and stab it into the closest demon. I Quickly threw it to the one next to Kevin, and tried to grab another throwing knife. Kevin grabbed the knife from the dead demon, and hid it in his waistband. I felt callisoused hands grab my arms, and pin them behind me. I growled in pain.

"Just the person I wanted to see, plus the extra one." The male demon said.

"You're funny." I said sarcastically.

He was taken off guard, so I pulled myself from the demon, and saw Kevin stab the one behind him. I spun, and punched the stunned demon. His head jerked back, but he grabbed my throat. His other fist punched my cheek. I growled in pain. All of the sudden, the demon flashed, and I was let go. I landed on my butt, and slid back a little. When the body fell, Kevin stood there with a look on his face and the demon knife in his hand.

"Thanks, Kid." I said.

Kevin put the knife on the counter, and held out his hand. Gracefully taking it, Kevin helped me up. I nodded in thanks, and grabbed the crap the cashier bagged. I gave Kevin the keys to my impala, and told him to lock the doors and wait . Giving him the demon knife, he left.

I ran over to the security camera thing, and erased the stuff about demon killing. I relooped it, and finished up. I pulled the five bodies out to the back, salt and burned them, and left. Getting back in my car, I looked at a petrified Kevin.

"Kev, you okay?" I asked.

He handed me the keys, and slowly spoke, "Yeah. I'm just uh- stunned."

"You'll get through it, kid." I winked, and started our drive home.

It wasn't nearly as bad, but only because I didn't want my car smelling like piss. Kevin chuckled as we got to the bunker safely.

"Thanks." I said. We both got out.

"For what?" He asked, grabbing the bags.

"For saving my life." I said, smiling at him.

"You're- uh.. Welcome." He stuttered a little.

We walked back into the bunker, with Sam and Dean pacing around the kitchen.

"Where the hell were you two?" Dean shouted.

"Store. Had a run in with demons." I explained shortly. I set the bag of whole pies on the counter. He looked in the bag.

A giant smile lot up his face, "Dude, I love your girlfriend." Dean looked at Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes.

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A/N: So, yeah! Sorry about the slow update. I've been busy with school. So, sorrrrrrryy!

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Picture is Osric Chau (Kevin Tran)

~Mae