The knife struck home

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Nichols POV:

I was racing down the highway when I spotted the motel. I swerved into the parking lot. I made sure that I shut the door so now one would steal it.

Then sprinted into the room. I didn't know where to look first. Dean fighting along side the man Castiel, they were fighting two people.. Crowley, and the world slowed, I heard a distant drum.

It was, my God, it was, Kate. I would never forget her. I looked at Dean he held a gun pointed right at Kate.

"Dean NO!!!!!" I screamed I ran at him. He looked at me, horrified.

"Nichol!!! Nichol!!" I slammed him to the ground. He flipped me over and was sitting on me.

"Nichol!! What the hell? What are you doing!?"

"That's Kate!! You were going to kill Kate!" I yelled. He looked bewildered. Then he looked at Castiel. His face was bright red, nose bleeding, and was sweating. Dean had a cut lip. And was really sweaty. Gross. I looked over dean's shoulder. I saw Kate. Her brown hair fell in loose curls, she wore black skinny jeans, with a dark purple tank top with a belly leather jacket.

"Kate!!! Katie!!" She wouldn't even look at me. "Dean get off!!" He stood up reluctantly. I stood up. I was scared to go near her.

"Kathryn Marie Winchester!!! Open your eyes and look at me!!" I used the voice mom always used. Dean stiffened, I looked praying to god her eyes were the same shade of green. I look. They're green. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath until I relaxed. Her face fell.

"Nichol? What are you doing here?" Crowley have me an evil look.

"Kate. Don't trust her she's a hunter." She stiffened.

"Yes, of course not father." I froze. Father? No. No. No.

"Katie, that's not your father. Our father is John Winchester, and this is one of our brothers, this one's Dean. Our other brother is Sam." She looked confused.

"Father, does she speak the truth?" Crowley gave me another evil smile, and snapped his figures.

"No, she's lying. She is your sister but different fathers. Your mother was a quite the little whore."

"May I still speak with my sister, or do I have to kill her?"

"Katie no! You can't kill me!"

"Yes, you have to kill her." Kate nodded then threw a knife at me. It's not like the movies were everything goes on slow motion. No, everything was very fast. I looked at Dean, his eyes wide, and the knife struck home.

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