Falling From Heaven

Chapter 1

Katherine's P.O.V. (6 Months into Disappearance)

I just love singing. Who doesn't? Even when you're wailing at the top of your lungs and you sound horrible, it's still the best feeling in the world. Standing here, in my studio, singing for Imagine Dragons just makes it even better. My friend Mike was sitting outside of the sound room in front of the controls adjusting the sounds.

I was recording Demons for my secret business. I put everything into this song, which is basically my entire life. As I finished, I didn't hear the cheer from Mikey like I normally did. My spidey senses were tingling and I had this aching headache that kept getting worse the closer I got to the door. The glass was tinted and it was made that way so I wouldn't get distracted from things on the other side. Which also made it dangerous considering I was a paranoid ex0hunter. I guess it also didn't help the fact that it was sound-proof and I couldn't hear anything that may or may not have been going on.

Then I heard a knock. I hoped it was Mike who did that.  Either way, I knew I had to come out at some point, so why not just get this over with? What's the worse that could happen? I die and go to hell? Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

As soon as I clicked the door to the sound-proof room open, I heard another door open and click close. That must have been Mike leaving to give me and whoever else was here some privacy. This person got the okay from Mike but I still wasn't too sure.  I mean, he wasn't as paranoid as I was and he didn't know about the world like I did.

I took a hesitant step out and my eyes went wide when I saw Sand and Dean standing next to the sound board. How did they find me? I was positive I had left without a trace when I escaped my capture-r. I coudn't process any of my thoughts on how they had found me before Sam had pulled me into a hug. I couldn't exactly hug back because I was still in shock. Dean was supposed to be in hell. Am I dreaming? I have got to be dreaming. I pulled myself from Sam's grasp and smacked myself. Sam took my hand when I tried to do it again.

"Kat, you aren't dreaming. This is real. I'm real. Dean's back. And I'm also realy, really sorry."

I just stared again before I could start talking. And, when I did start talking, I knew I would say something stupid. Oh and I did. "So, Dean, out of the frying pan, huh?" He just shook his head and laughed like someone had told him something like that before.

I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. I almost started crying. Almost. Then I realized why they were here. They were on a case, and this was fate. I decided to ask, just in case.

"So boys, what brings you guys here?"

"Well, we're tracking a demon and it's somewhere around here. We decided we would ask some questions around here. I'm surprised you haven't noticed it yet." Replied Sam.

I looked at him and shook my head. "Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm in hiding. Something like that would blow my cover. Besides, you all know how I've always liked stiking to the shadows."

Dean looked surprised. "You call this," he gestured around my sound room, "'in hiding'?"

"Well, I mean it's not like any demon has come my way so far..." Truth is, the last time I came across a demon, it was the one that had kidnapped me. That was when Dean was just transported down to hell. I shuddered at the thought not wanting to live through it again. The things he had done to me...

"You alright Katherin?" Sam asked with a worried expression.

"Yeah, just thinking. So, what do you guys need to know?'

"Well, like we said," said Dean, "we're tracking a demon and it lead us around here. Actually, it lead us to this studio of yours."

I stared at him with wide eyes. "You don't think I'm the demon do you?" I asked with and incredulous expression. They knew I had my tattoo. And I was a Christian, so I would never be able to be possessed by a demon. There were only two of us that worked in this studio. Me and Mike- Oh no. They don't think - well maybe it's a possibility - but it can't be. I've got to be losing my mind. Mike didn't smell like sulfur and he never gave me the spidey feeling. Then again, how often is my spidey feeling right? But, I've had constant migraines ever since I met Mikey. Why did I never pay attention to those. My dad always said to trust my instinct and to not lose sight of what was important. Fuck. Dean was right and I should have payed attention.

"No, of course not. But, there are traces of sulfur on the sound thingy," replied Dean. "If you still aren't getting it, then you need some help." I had to sit down.

"Kat, I'm sorry. Really I am," I get that Sam wwas trying to help. But, it's kinda hard when you realize that your friend was a demon. What if he was the demon. "It's just that, he is a demon and he needs to go."

I could only nod. WHy am I always so naive. This was too much for one day. I've been hanging around with a demon for six months. What is my life? "If you want to help us, meet us back here at 1:00 and we'll finish this, okay?" I nodded again. "I'll be here." Was all I could say.

After the boys had left, about an hour later I did too. I went home and prepared myself physically for tonight. It had been awhile, but I was ready. Was I mentally? No, of course not. Mentality was always my weakness. I should probably work on that.