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"I would rather not go
back to the old house
There's too many bad memories."
-The Smiths

Katerina had a horrible feeling

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Katerina had a horrible feeling. A feeling of cold death, an unnatural death. The girl had hunted many creatures, but nothing has ever given her slight fear. This feeling was what she associated with the demon that killed her brother.

With that being said, she took a drive down to good ole Kansas. She went back to the old house.

Kat's hands gripped her back steering wheel of her black Camaro, her knuckles turning white from the force. It's rather crazy that she'd drive seven hours based off a feeling, but it's better safe than sorry. It was a lead on the thing that killed her twin and because of that...she had to go.

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When she parked outside the house, she stood frozen. A chill creeped up her spine as she recalled the events of that horrid night. The night that haunted her dreams.

Kat pulled her brown leather jacket over her as she walked towards the white wooden door. A kind looking blonde with a baby on her hip opened the door, she had a smile on her face. "Hello ma'am, I'm so sorry to intrude, but I used to live here back in the day. For old times sake, would it be okay if I come in?"

"What's your name again?" The woman asked. "Oh I'm sorry, Katerina Castillo."

"Castillo...I just found a few pictures of you and another family that used to live here. Come in." Kat's eyes narrowed slightly at the thought of seeing old pictures. Her family had abandoned her and she didn't want to revel in the 'happy family' they used to be.

"Would you like some tea? Maybe coffee?" The lady asked as walked towards the kitchen. "A coffee would be lovely, thank you." Kat spoke as the door bell rang. "Looks like I'm famous for visitors today." The kind woman laughed lightly as she jogged to the door. She seemed so happy, it hurt the huntress slightly to know that her happiness could fade away any given moment.

A little boy was jumping up in down in a play pen. He seemed to be about three, he had a beaming smile as he looked at Kat. "You're pretty." His baby voice spoke as the older woman laughed, "Hi, hunny, what's your name?"

"That's Richie. He's kind of a juice junky." The owner of the house spoke as she opened the fridge to give her son a sippy cup. "Katerina, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. They also used to live in this house before you. What a coincidence, right?"

Kat's red hair whipped around her as she turned to see two handsome men. One had shaggy hair and kind brown eyes. The other had a cleaner cut of light brown hair with gorgeous green eyes. Her eyes narrowed at the two men, did they suffer a death in this house too? Curiosity filled her as she looked at the brothers.

"Katerina...Castillo?" Dean spoke with a questioning voice, must have done his research. She nodded at the man as she looked over his tall frame. She saw the glimmer of a silver gun on the inside of his jacket which made her arch an eyebrow. "Hunter?" She questioned silently so the boys would only hear her.

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