The hunter from Uni.

Nice to meet ya, Im Katie.

~ (Episode 22: Devil's Trap.) ~

Dean hung the phone up as he looked towards Sam and Kat.
"They've got Dad."
"Meg?" Sam questioned making Dean nod. "What'd she say?"
"I just told you, Sammy." He stated, clearly upset that this has happened. "Okay. Okay."
He walked over to where the colt was resting and took it, tucking it into the back of his jeans.
"What are you doing, Dean?"
"We got to go." He told grabbing his duffel bag.
"Why?" The two asked since they weren't getting much in an explanation while Dean was putting on his jacket.
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, alright. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad – it's probably coming for us next."
"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come." Sam told.
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving... now!" He told making the two rush to follow.

(Dean p.o.v)

We were all in the Impala, speeding down the road and taking a turn sideways a bit.
"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him." Sam stated which annoyed me a bit.
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." I explained when I saw Sam just shake his head, making me glance over at him. "What?"
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" He pointed out as he was getting upset. "Dad, he might be..."
"Don't!" I told cutting him before he even had a chance to say it.
"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job."
"Screw the job, Sam!"
"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."
"Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." I told making him pause to think.
"So how do we find him?"
"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken."
"That won't actually work right?" Kat questioned
"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?" Sam added making me think.
"You're right. We need help." I told as we drove off through the night.

We drives onto Bobby's property and saw all the junk cars around and the hubcaps nailed to the side of his house.
"So who's this?" Kat asked as we passed the large dog chained to a post while he laid on the hood of an old truck. "Oh, he is so handsome."
"His name is Bobby. Old friend of our fathers." I told as I gave a little smile to how excited she got over the dog.

Inside his place, there were books stacked everywhere. It was very untidy and cluttered with papers on every wall. Bobby picked up two round silver flasks that had crosses on them and handed one to me, while Sam was reading at the cluttered desk and Kat was staying close to me.
"Here you go."
"What is this – holy water?" I asked.
"That one is." He told before holding the one he held up. "This is whiskey."
He took a swig of whiskey before handing it to me, and I decided to also take one.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." I admitted.
"Nonsense, your Daddy needs help."
"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the gun and everything."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." He pointed out.
"Yeah, I guess he does."
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." He told before looking towards Kat. "So who's the girl?"
"Oh right. This is our friend Kat." I told making her hold her hand out for him to shake.
"Katie Miller, I prefer Kat though." She told making him shake her hand.
"Bobby Singer."
"Nice to meet you." She told before looking towards me. "Do I tell him?"
"Tell me what?"
"Kat's a psychic."
"Interesting."
"Im not really good at it yet. Only recently learnt about it." She admitted.
"Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it." Sam told making him go over and sit on the corner of the desk and we followed after them.
"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright."
"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" He asked making Bobby nod.
"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel." He joked making Sam and Kat chuckle.
"Man, knows his stuff." I pointed out.
"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you boys and girl stepped in."
"Oh, yeah? How's that?" Sam asked.
"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops."
"Yeah?"
"This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more." He explained.
"Do you know why?" Sam asked.
"No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you boys, your Daddy, Kat – you are smack in the middle of it." He pointed out before his dog started to bark outside. "Rumsfeld."
He went over to one of the windows to see what was happening, only for Rumsfeld to stop barking with a whine.
"What is it?" He questioned to himself and I saw Kat was freaking out as she looked all around.
I reached my hand out for her, making her grab it as she continued to move her eyes around the place.
"Something's wrong." Bobby told.
"She's here." Kat suddenly told with a panicked look on her face.
As soon as Kat had said those words, the door was kicked down and Meg sauntered in. I slipped the holy water out of my pocket and let go of Kats hand so I could attack.
"No more crap, okay?" Meg told to us.
I went towards her, unscrewing the flask as I did so. Only problem was, Meg hit me and sent me flying into the stack of books.

(Kat p.o.v)

I watched Dean hit the books, before Sam stepped in front of Bobby, placing himself between the two.
"I want the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now." She told as we slowly moved across the room, making her follow us.
"We don't have it on us. We buried it." Sam told.
"Didn't I say 'no more crap'? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two Chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" She questioned in her ranting, when I gave her a smile and Dean came up behind her.
"Actually, we were counting on it." He told her.
She turned around in shock, only for Dean to look up at the ceiling. She followed his gaze up to the roof to see the large protective symbol we etched there.
"I'm an artsy gal." I pointed out as I showed my palms that were slightly stained red.
"Gotcha." Dean added.