Katherine

10.

K opened her eyes and she was standing in an alleyway. She walked out onto the sidewalk and looked around. She was back in Lawrence. If Crowley didn't want her to be around the Winchesters then why did he send her back here? It had to be a trick. She didn't care. She had to at least let them know she was ok. She pulled out her phone and dialed Sam's number. It only rang one time before a hurried voice answered.
"K?" Sam's voice sounded panicked.
"Yeah it's me." K smiled into the phone. It sounded like he had been worrying about her.
"Where the hell have you been? We've been looking all over for you! Cas couldn't even find you!" He said.
"Well you guys didn't look deep enough. Literally." She told him.
"What do you mean? Where are you? Are you ok?" He was asking a million questions and it made K laugh.
"I'm fine I'm fine. It's actually a pretty long story." She said.
"Well do I need to come and get you?" He asked.
"No. Actually I just need to be alone for awhile." Her smile faded.
"Alone? Why alone?" He asked, saddened.
"It doesn't matter, Sam. Where's Dean?" She asked.
"Oh uh he went to a bar. He's been pretty distant since you left." Sam told her.
"Oh ok. I have to go Sam." She heard him calling her name but she hung up. She wanted to find Dean and tell him everything. She knew she wasn't supposed to but Crowley was not the boss of her. To Hell with Crowley and every other Demon in the world.

She found herself standing in front of a bar across town. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. What if Crowley found out? She guessed she was just gonna have to cross that bridge when she got to it.
She opened the door and the smell of cheap cologne, alcohol ,and sweat hit her. She looked around and saw the desperate men sitting and chatting away with easy women. She kept scanning the crowd and then she saw him. Dean was sitting at a booth smiling at a busty blonde woman, maybe in her 30s. He took a sip of his beer and shifted his eyes towards K. He acted shocked to see her. His smile disappeared immediately and his mouth was open. It's like he was frozen in place. K felt tears well up in her eyes. How could Dean do that? He didn't want to admit his feelings for her but he was out with some broad. Dean told the blonde something, set his beer down, and stood up. She quickly wiped away a tear that fell and turned around and ran out of the bar.

K was walking down the sidewalk when she was grabbed by the arm by a rough, callused hand. She spun around and faced the man. With tears in her eyes she pushed away from him.
"Don't touch me!" She told him angrily. Dean dropped his arms and sighed.
"Where have you been, K?" He asked. "I've looked all over for you."
"Hell. And I'm ready to go back." She told him sadly.
"Hell?" He asked, shocked.
"Don't worry. I wasn't being tortured. Physically anyway." She couldn't say anything else before Dean grabbed her and kissed her passionately. K pushed off of him in disgust.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Dean? You're out with some blonde bimbo and now you kiss me? I'm tired of this. I'm not what you want, I can tell. " K told him.
"You couldn't be any more wrong K." He said with hurt in voice.
"What?" She asked.
"I was out with Melissa because I thought you had ran out on me. I realized how much I wanted you back  after you left. I want you to stay. With me. I promise I don't want her. I just needed to clear my head."
K was going to say something when Crowley appeared beside her and took her by the arm.
"Sorry squirrel, this one is mine." Crowley told Dean.
"Let her go Crowley!" Dean shouted.
"No can do, bud." Crowley said.
"Dean!" K shouted, reaching for Dean. But it was too late. In the blink of an eye, they were back in Hell. Back in K's room.
"Crowley I've had enough of you and this place. Send me home!" She demanded with clenched fists.
"Not a chance. I trusted you and you betrayed me. So now you don't leave."
He left the room and shut and locked the door behind him.
K flopped down on her bed, feeling defeated. She wanted to shut everything out until her time was up. So that's what she did. She didn't come out of her room for anything. A few times a day, a demon would bring her something to eat but that was it. Crowley made his rounds and kept trying to convince her to marry him, but she would say a word to him. She just laid there and would think about Dean said. Did he really like her? Why wouldn't he tell her sooner?

It had been yet another week in Hell. All she wanted was to be free. Maybe she should give Crowley a chance? Maybe they were meant to be together. She couldn't believe she was even thinking that. She thought about Arthur being human and what he did to her, then thought about Crowley being a demon, and what he could possibly do to her. He could kill her with the slightest touch.
She was torn from her thoughts when she heard shouting. She jumped when something hit the door. After a few seconds of silence, she heard the lock clicking, then it opened.
In walked Dean first then Sam, guns drawn and scanning the room. When they saw it was empty they ran to K. Slash came out from beside her bed and made the boys stop. They looked at K.
"No it's ok. He's my hellhound. Hell, Slash. They're friends." Slash stopped growling and jumped on K's bed, and lie down. K got off of her bed and met the boys with warm hugs.
Dean spoke up. "Slash?" He questioned.
"Badass guitarist." She laughed.
"You're awesome. Let's get you out of here." He told her. He and Sam both got in front of her and led the way to Purgatory, the only way out.

Stabbing, beheading, and pretty much mutilating their way through, they had finally reached the portal back home. Sam nodded to Dean and he jumped through the portal. It was getting smaller by the minute but K just couldn't make her legs work. She didn't know why but she didn't really want to go back. Maybe it was the way Dean had treated her in the beginning, or the way she had time to herself in Hell. Dean noticed. He furrowed his eyebrows at her and held his hand out.
"Come on!" He shouted over the roaring portal. K hesitated, but took his hand. What the Hell? Living with the Winchester's couldn't be worse than actual Hell. Right?