𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

Katherine leans against the framework of the study and stares inside. 

Sam is hunched over the desk, holding his phone to his ear and scrawling on a notepad. Dean is in the back yard with Sophia and Julien. Chris and Charlie are at the grocery store. katherine wandered inside from the back yard to get a refreshment, track Sam down.

Lo and behold.

"Yeah, can you check the records for a Robert Campbell?" He asks. Katherine looks at her watch and continues into the office. He only looks up when she sets an open beer in front of him. He presses his lips together, not quite a smile, and takes a long pull. Goes back to playing with his pen. Katherine sits on the edge of the desk and waits, eyes narrowed as she looks over his notepad. 

Names. Occupations. Dates. Medical conditions. 

"July 19, 2001," Sam hums, beginning to write. Then he stops. "Dead on arrival."

Katherine stands up, frowning. Who are all of these people?

"No, that's all I needed," he says. "Thank you very much." He hangs up and tosses his phone onto the desk.

"What the hell is this?" Katherine asks, fingers sifting through his notes. 

"Uh..." He rubs the side of his face and leans back in the chair. "Those are all of the people I could find who had a connection with my mom. Her...Her friends, neighbors...hell, even her doctor. They're all dead." Katherine's eyebrows knit together. "All systematically...wiped off of the map."

"Why? Why are you looking into this?"

Sam hesitates. He drums his fingers. 

She shifts her weight. "Sam."

"When we were fighting the Seven," he begins. "The Sins, I mean. There was this...girl. Lady. She came out of nowhere and saved my ass. She had this knife...she killed a demon with it."

Katherine's blue eyes search his face, brow and mouth set, but he won't look at her. "Killed a demon with a knife?" She quietly asks. 

Sam sighs and swallows. "Yeah. I was at that cafe down the road yesterday and...and she sat right in front of me." Katherine blinks. 

"The girl lady."

"The girl lady."

"The demon-killing knife-weilding girl lady."

Sam's irritation flares in his eyes. "Yes, Katherine," he seethes. Her pulse rises and her hair stands on end. "She sat right in front of me and...and she talked about the anti-christ thing." Katherine grimaces. "She knows I'm one of Yellow Eyes' children."

"Okay, hang on—"

"And she knows I'm the only one left." Sam lifts his eyes to meet hers. He can see the wheels turning behind her fury-filled face. "She told me to look into my mom's friends. And I did." He slaps his palm onto the papers. "All of them dead. All of them...picked off. One by one."

"Someone went through a hell of a lot of trouble trying to cover their tracks," Katherine murmurs. 

"Who, though?" Sam scoffs.

"The Yellow-Eyed demon."

Sam's head snaps towards the open office door. Katherine whirls around, gripping the edge of the desk. 

Another blonde, just shy of her height, stands before Katherine. Her bangs are side-swept, and she's wearing a moderate amount of black eyeliner and mascara. She's dressed in a black shirt, gray jacket, jeans, heeled boots, and chunky necklaces. She looks normal. How the hell did she get in the house? How did she know where Sam was?