More Than Friends

Chap 1 "Get To Know Kat"

Kat's POV
I was just sitting in a café on my laptop just doing a bit more research till the presence of someone stood by my table. "Can I help you?" I asked. I looked up. "Oh. Hey." I smiled. "Sam, right?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "May I?" I shrugged and he sat down anyway. "Uhm."
"How'd you find me?" I asked.
"My brother is at the diner next door and I remember your car," Sam nodded.
"Well, I was just about to leave," I smiled as I closed my laptop and began to stand up. "So, if you want this table, it's all yours."
"Katherine, it's about you," Sam sighed. I sat back down. "Got your attention, didn't I?"
"You don't know anything about me," I nodded.
"Only the fact that your parents died when you were nineteen and you inherited everything. You sold their house and their two cars and hit the road in your Camaro," Sam looked at me. "Other than that, I can't find out anything about your childhood or where you came from."
"Who are you?" I asked. I reached into my bag and got out a flask that had a cross on it. "Tell me the truth."
Sam noticed the flask. "Give me your holy water," Sam sighed. I handed him my flask and he took a drink. "I'm not a demon or any other supernatural being."
"Then what are you?" I asked.
"What are you?" Sam asked.
"I can promise you that I'm not a demon," I nodded. "How do you know so much about this? Are you an angel? A changling? An arch angel?" Sam furrowed his brows at me. "Who are you and how do you know all this?"
"I'm a hunter," Sam replied as he looked at me. "Just like you." I relaxed a bit. "Seeing that you know almost everything without having to read a book means you must've started out at a young age just like my brother and I."
"No," I nodded. "I started after my parents died a year ago." I looked at Sam. "I have an eidetic memory. Scan the book once, and it's all up here." I tapped on my head. "It's easier and quicker that way for me that way I can always do the research." I looked at Sam. "I'm looking for a demon who killed my parents in the warehouse fire in Winona, Minnesota."
"How do you know it was a demon?" Sam asked.
"I've been tracking her from sometime," I nodded. "The place reeked of sulfur when I went to see them but I found the place had been burned down."
"What are you going to do when you eventually do find her?" Sam asked.
"I hope to kill her and get on with my life," I sighed. "This wasn't the life I had envisioned for me but I have to avenge my parents' death."
"Kat, my brother, Dean and I, we headed down the same path you're headed down," Sam explained. "The same road. A demon killed our mother when I was six months old. That's when my dad started hunting and started training us." I looked at him with sad eyes. "We eventually had him killed but we lost our dad too."
"I don't have anybody," I nodded. "I'm on my own. We go our separate ways."
"Is the pie any good here?" a guy asked as he walked in and sat next to Sam. "Who's this, Sammy?"
"Katherine, this is my brother, Dean," Sam replied.
"Call me Kat," I nodded.
"She's the one you thought was a demon," Sam looked at Dean. "She's actually a hunter."
"What about Ruby?" Dean asked. "She's your girlfriend, ain't she?"
"Where did you hear that name?" I asked.
"She's a demon who helped us out of a couple of jams," Dean looked at me. "Why? Does it concern you?"
"It does because she's the one that killed my parents," I replied as I stood up and grabbed my bags.
"Whoa, Ruby is a lot of things but I wouldn't call her a killer," Sam stood up as well. He stopped me. "Why would Ruby kill your parents?"
"Let's just say that somethings are meant to be kept a secret," I looked at him. "I heard my parents talking about killing her at that warehouse and instead, they ended up dead themselves." I walked off. "I'm not going to let her get away. Not this time." I got into my car and drove to my hotel room. I walked into my room and closed the door. I triple locked it and sat down on the bed. "Let's see." There was a knock on the door. I grabbed my gun out of my bag and walked to the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Sam," the voice replied.
I opened the door and looked at the two brothers. "What do you want?" I asked. I let them in and they sat at my table. I sat on my bed and put my gun next to me. "Are you really that interested to get answers?"
"She opens the door with a gun," Dean replied.
"Silver bullets," I sighed as I looked at my laptop.
"Do you have beer?" Dean asked.
"No," I replied. "I don't drink and I'm not old enough."
"You're never going to ingest liquor?" Dean asked.
"It dehydrates you, in liquid form, anyways," I nodded. "I drink water and only water."
"Just water?" Dean asked. "What are you? A healthy freak?"
"Dean," Sam quickly stated.
"It's fine," I nodded. I looked at Dean. "This healthy freak was a cheerleader and spent her four years in high school training with the police academy when I didn't have stuff to do for cheer." I grabbed my pen and grabbed a pad and started to draw. "Please, I'd like to hear your thinking."
"Punch me," Dean nodded. I looked at him. "Punch me. You said you trained with the police academy." I got out of my bed and walked over to him. "If you did, then ---"
I punched Dean and knocked him out. "Don't judge a book by its cover," I nodded. I looked at Sam. "What case are you working on?"
"A ghost," Sam replied. "It's a house that's supposed to be hunted."
"It's a haunted house haunted by a ghost," I nodded. "Is this the house?" I grabbed my pad off the bed and handed it to Sam. "I want to see if we're working the same case."
"Yeah, that's the house," Sam nodded. "Wow, you are an amazing artist."
"Thanks," I smiled. "We'll take my car since Dean will need something." We got into my car and I drove us to the house. "Here we are." We looked at it. "Let's get what we need and take out this ghost."
We got out of my car and I opened the trunk. "You've got a serious arsenal and a lot of fake agency IDs," Sam nodded as I grabbed my salt rock shot gun. "Your FBI one is missing."
"Megan Alvord," I smiled as I showed my badge. "I always carry my FBI one."
"Ah," Sam stated. I handed him a shot gun. "You ready?"
"Let's do this," I smiled. We walked up to the door. I tried the door. "Come on." I got out my door pick gun and used it. I got the door opened and we carefully walked inside. "Is this place abandoned?"
"I doubt it," Sam nodded. The door slammed shut behind us. Sam tried the door. "Uhm, we're locked in."
"Great," I sighed. "We won't get out until we salt and burn her corpse."
"Her?" Sam asked.
"It's a watch," I nodded. "Just be careful."
"Thanks," Sam sarcastically replied. "You could've told me that important detail."
"Let's hope Dean puts the information together and gets us out before we bleed to death," I sighed. A lady appeared in front of me. Before I could pull the trigger, she grabbed my gun and pushed me away. "Sam!" He shot her and she disappeared. I grabbed my gun and Sam helped meup. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Sam nodded.
I made a salt circle and we sat inside it. "We can't get to her corpse," I sighed. Sam looked out me. "It's buried out in the backyard north of the oak tree."
"We could probably be back there burning her corpse right now," Sam sighed. I nodded. "Well, since we're stuck in here together, why don't you tell me something about your childhood since I couldn't read it."
"Kathrine Annette Hardwell, born September 3, 1983 to Francesca and Richard Hardwell," I sighed. "More or less, I was a genius in the family and took up hunting after my parents had died. I didn't want to but I didn't have a choice because they died." I looked at Sam. "They didn't want me being a hunter. I was always in school, making the grades, chose a career path, but look where I am now. Right smack in the middle of an unpaid job that they didn't want me to be in."
"What did your parents work as?" Sam asked.
"My mom was a judge and my dad was DEA," I nodded. "That's why my files were sealed."
"Did you say you were born in 1983?" Sam asked. I nodded. "I was born on May 2, 1983."
"We're the same age," I smiled.
"Katherine, I don't know how to tell you this but even in the worst situations," Sam sighed. "I like you, I really like you."
"But?" I asked. Sam looked at me. "Everyone you've been with had been hurt or killed?" Sam nodded. "I understand where you're coming from. Ever since I had been a hunter, it's been hard. I had a boyfriend for six months. I had been a hunter for a month at the end of our relationship." I looked at Sam. "He died because a demon tricked him into selling his soul. He thought it was fake. He wasn't such an intelligent guy but he was a good guy."
"My girlfriend died in a fire just like my mom," Sam nodded. "We both lost someone special and dear to us." I looked at Sam. "But since we're both hunters, it wouldn't hurt to try."
"Sam, we really shouldn't," I sighed. "One of us could end up getting hurt, severely, and I don't mean during a case either."
"I don't care about that," Sam replied. "All I want to know is if you're up for it."
"Let me think about it for now," I nodded as I looked at Sam. "I just want to think about it a bit more because I have been through so much." Sam looked at me. "From the looks of it, so have you.