As Ready As I'll Ever Be

Pilot___Gone to Jericho

Katelyn's POV

I find myself chained to the wall. I'm wearing only rags. I have cuts all along my arms and bruises all along my legs. "Are you ready?" A malicious voice asks me. I can't see the owner of the voice, but it sounds like it's coming from everywhere. "Try me you bitch!" I spit out as blood runs from my lips. I hear chuckling and the sound of iron chains. Suddenly, all I feel is pain. It's like they're burning me from the inside out. I let out a shrill cry as the laughter grows louder. "They never cared about you, y'know." With that, another cut appears on my body, permanently scarring me.

"Katelyn. Wake up!"

"AH!"

I jump upward in fright. I hear Sam chuckle as I calm myself down. At least they woke me from that nightmare. I was having a nightmare about my torture. It was just cut after cut after cut. "What is so important that you needed to wake me?" I growl as I rub my eyes. Turns out, Dean was the one who woke me up. He tosses me a bag of chips. "No reason. Just wanted to make sure Sleeping Beauty wasn't going to sleep the entire hunt away." He laughs. I mutter insults as I open the bag of chips. Ahhhh. Delicious salty chips, take me away from reality!

"Hey, Katey, how are your parents doing?" Sam asks. I choke on my chips. Dammit! I was hoping they wouldn't bring them up. Sam looks at me, expecting an answer. I clear my throat, now feeling awkward. "Uh, they're good. They're on their own, um, hunt. They won't be back for a while." I say, quickly lying. Best thing about being a hunter, you're a natural born liar. Downside to that, it's always difficult to lie to other hunters. Let's just hope they don't see through my lie, since I've never been able to lie to them. They're the only people I've never been able to lie to, well them and Bobby. Luckily they brush it off.

I sigh in relief and slouch on the seat. "So, where are we even going anyway?" I ask as I rub my eyes. Sam lifts his dad's journal as he turns to me. "Jericho, California. Dean says that's the last place dad was."

I nod my head as I look out the window. Just one hunt, Katelyn. One hunt and then you can go find that son of a bitch that killed your parents. I let a sad smile grace my features. At least I have these idiots to distract me.

"Hey, how'd you even pay for this stuff?" Sam asks, looking at the bags of chips in Dean's hand. "You and dad still running credit card scams?"

"All we do is apply." Dean says, taking the gas tank nozzel out of the impala. "Hey, what names did you write this time?" I say, crumpling up my chip bag. He climbs into the front seat and sends me a goofy smile. "Bert Aframian, his son Hector, and his daughter Beatrice." Sam doesn't look amused and I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"Beatrice? Is that the best you could do?" I ask.(Sorry if you have that name, it was the first name that popped into my mind)

Dean waves me off as he starts the car. Sam grabs a box filled to the brim with cassette tapes. "Dude, you have got to update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?"

"Well for one, they're cassette tapes. And two-Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?"

"Hey! Some of those are mine! Anyway, you know the rules Sammy." I say from behind him. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean finishes for me. He grabs one of the many cassettes and pops one into the player.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby 12-year old. It's Sam." He complains, sending a small glare my way. I raise my hands in surrender as I lean back. "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Dean yells over the radio. He revs the engine and pulls out of the gas station.

I rest my head against the headrest and listen to the rumbling of the car. The music lulling me to sleep. As I'm at the brink of sleep, Sam's voice calls out to me. "Katelyn, where were you during those three years? We haven't seen you in a while."