Katherine

8.

"What the hell were you thinking K?" Dean shouted at her at the table back at the bunker.
"I was thinking maybe he had changed." K said back, tears threatening to spill.
"Well next time, your ass can go with him. Assholes like that don't change. You deserve it if you can't see that he's not good for you. What if he would've killed you, K? We probably won't be able to save you next time. But if that's what you want then go ahead. I'll help you pack your stuff." And with that he stormed off to his room, slamming his door behind him. K jumped at the loud noise and let her tears fall. She covered her face and sobbed quietly. Sam, who had been silent the whole time, wrapped his loving arms around her and just let her cry.
"You can't help who you fall in love with, but you fell in love with the wrong type of guy. You need to try and move on even if it hurts like hell. Now go get some sleep kiddo. You'll feel better tomorrow." He stood up and K wiped her tears.
"Sam wait." K said. Sam turned around and gave him a proper hug. "Will you please stay in my room tonight? I don't really want to be alone." She told him. She thought it was silly to ask him that but she was being honest. She could use the company.
Sam smiled. "Of course."
They both walked to K's room and K went to the bathroom, changing into a black T-shirt and green shorts. She can out and Sam was undressed down to a pair of plaid pajama pants. His body was almost as amazing as his brothers but she tried not to stare too long. She didn't want to creep him out. They were just friends after all. They climbed into the bed and Sam wrapped an arm around K. He was asleep in no time. K listened to his quiet breathing and his steady heartbeat until she too, fell asleep.

She was running, running as fast as she could. She didn't know from what, but she kept running. She heard footsteps getting closer. She hid behind a tree to catch her breath. She peeked around the large trunk but didn't see anyone. She let out a sigh of relief and when she turned around, she was standing face to face with Arthur. She screamed as he grabbed her by her throat and picked her body up. He laughed and as she was losing consciousness, he threw her to the ground. Coughing and trying catch her breath, she tries to scream for help. But nothing would come out. She looked around for anything she could use as a weapon, but found nothing. Arthur turned his head towards a loud sound, and seeing it as her opportunity, K got up and took off running again. She thought that maybe she had lost him but she was soon pushed to the ground again. Kicking at him as hard as she could, K shouted, "Leave me alone!"
"Not happening sweetheart. Don't you wanna come home?" He asked, smirking evilly.
K cried and fought against Arthur's strong grip. "No! I don't want to be near you!" She shouted.
Arthur was tired of her fighting back. He took out a silver knife and put it to K's throat, cutting her a little.
"No!" K pleaded. But it was no use.
"What's the matter, K? Your friends not here to save you? They don't care about you. No one cares about you!" He told her. And with that said, Arthur takes the dagger from K's neck and forces through her abdomen.

K wakes up screaming with tears flowing down her face. She is panting and trying to catch her breath through thick sobs. Dean bursts through the door holding a pistol.
"Is everything ok? I heard screaming." He says quickly. When he sees no one else in the room, he puts the pistol on the wall shelf. He sits on the edge of K's bed. "Nightmare?" He asks, with a hint of care. K nods her head and leans forward, placing her head on Dean's shoulder. For a few minutes, she just sat there, Dean didn't seem to mind. He then places a hand under her chin, pulling her head up so he can look at her. He wipes her tears away with his callused hands, and gently kisses her soft lips. K didn't back away, she didn't fight him, she kissed him back. Dean pulled away slowly and held the back of K's neck, placing their foreheads together.
"He's not going to hurt you ever again. As long as I'm breathing. I promise he won't be able to hurt you." Dean told her. K smiled.
"You don't have to be afraid." He said before standing up.
"Wait." K said before Dean left the room. "First you say you don't want to hurt me, but now you kiss me? You're kind of sending mixed signs, Dean." She explained.
Dean looked at her and sighed. He walked up to her and grabbed her face at the sides, and kissed her passionately. They melted into each other, their lips dancing to the same rhythm with every passing second. Dean pulled away from her and looked at her. "I care about you, K. I really do. I don't wanna see you get killed. But I'm scared it's gonna happen anyway if I get attached to you. I'm nothing but danger. It follows me and nothing good ever comes out of it. I'm sorry. But I'm afraid of loving you. And I'm afraid of losing you." Dean said and walked out of the door.
K watched as he shut her door. Did that really just happen? Tears threatening to spill, she sat on her bed, thinking about what Dean said. She blinked her eyes and suddenly she wasn't in her room anymore.

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She was in Hell again. In the same room she was in before. Upset and pissed off, K went to the door and banged on it furiously. A different demon than last time opened it.
"Yes your highness?" He asked. Ignoring what he said, she looked at him furiously.
"Take me to Crowley."
"As you wish." He told her. He held on his arm as if to escort her. She rolled her eyes and stormed passed.

K burst in without knocking. The demon came in behind her and threw his hands up. "Here she is, sir." He said, sounding defeated. Crowley dismissed the demon.
"What they hell Crowley? Why did you bring me here?" She asked.
"That's no way to talk to you saviour, Katherine. You aren't tired of crying, yet? You aren't tired of your heart aching? Come and be with me and you'll never experience heartbreak again." He told her while holding his hand out.
"And what makes you think I want you? Right now I don't want anybody. I don't really know what I want but it sure as hell isn't you!" She said.
Crowley pointed to the chair beside him. "Come. Sit." He told her.
K was hesitant but she did what he said.
"Now. Couldn't you imagine ruling Hell with me? Doing as you please, going where you please? I can make you immortal and give you everything you ever wanted. All it takes is a single kiss."
K was disgusted. She didn't want to be there. She wanted Dean, but he had already made it clear that he didn't want her. The truth was, she was tired of crying. She was tired of the heartaches. She wouldn't admit it to a demon though, well, to the King of Hell.
"So? What's it gonna be?" Crowley asked.
"No." K told him.
"No? Just give me a month. That's all I ask. I want to make you my queen. I want you to be happy, my dear." He pleaded.
K thought about how Dean had kissed her, then didn't want to be with her. She thought about Sam, and him being there for her most, when nobody else cared how she really felt. It made her smile to think about the Winchesters. She missed them. But she didn't miss how upset Dean made her feel. She didn't miss the fact that he was playing with her emotions. She had feelings for him and she didn't know if it was love, or hatred. Her smile soon turned into anger. Rage even.
"Fine. One month. No longer. But after this month, you let me decide if I want to stay or leave." She told him.
With a crooked smile and the snap of his fingers, Crowley handed her a pen and contract. He quickly briefed over it, and earned her signature.
Crowley snapped his fingers again, K was not wearing her own attire anymore. She looked into a broken mirror to her left and saw that she was wearing a slim, deep red and black lace gown, that looked like it came straight from Morticia Addams' closet. It hugged her figure in all the right places including a low v-neck and a small flow at her feet. Her hair was in ringlets and it stopped just below her waist. Completing the look, she had a black tiara with red almandine gems.
"Perfect." Crowley said, admiring her. "Now. Time to get you a guard dog."