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"Hey Kat, how have you been?" Sam asked over the phone.

See even after he had left for Stanford, something Kat was rather jealous about because though she loved hunting she also wanted to get an education, she and Sam still secretly kept in contact. Kat was almost a perfect mix of Sam and Dean. She was intellectual and kind hearted like Sam but goofy and loyal like Dean. She was also terrified of disappointing her father and Dean for that fact. Kat could not stand up to John the way Sam was able to rather she was, for the most part, a good little soldier like Dean.

"I've been good. How about you? How have classes been going?" she paused to catch her breath before adding, "Oh and how is Jess?"

"Good God you ask a lot of questions! I've been good and Jess is good, we are actually living together now. And well classes are classes but all in all they are going well." He replied.

"What! You moved in with Jess and did not tell me! Come on that's like huge congrats!" I was so happy for him that he may have found the elusive 'one'. "Oh, well I have to go Dean is coming! Bye Sam love ya and talk to you later ok! Oh, and be careful please." I quickly said not waiting for his response before closing my phone. I know I'm 22 years old but if Dean or God forbid my father found out that I was talking to Sam behind their backs they would probably kill me.

I hung up the phone just seconds before Dean walked through the door of the crap motel we were staying at.

"Here come get your food before I though it out." Dean demanded jokingly. "Also we need to talk."

"Um well that doesn't sound good." I responded warily. It almost was never good when Dean said we needed to talk using his 'serious' voice. I walked over to him and grabbed the bag with my food in it out of his hands and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV trying to stall our discussion as long as possible. I was afraid that he was finally going to confront me about the nightmares and headaches I had been having. Though my attempt was for naught because Dean came over and swiped the remote from my hand and turned the TV back off.

"I said we need to talk!" Dean said gruffly. "There are two things I want to talk to you about. The first being that I know you have not been sleeping well because of nightmares and that you have been getting migraines almost every day and I want you to tell me about what is going on. The second thing is that I am starting to worry about Dad, I mean he has not checked-in in almost two weeks."

"Wow ok well in regards to Dad I have been worried about him too. I mean sure he disappears every once and a while but when he is gone for this long he usually checks in at least once. Do you think maybe we should go looking for him?" I asked him the question hoping to distract him from the subject of my nightmares, which were really more like night terrors because I did not really dream anything I just was overcome by this immense sense of dread and fear that someone I knew was going to get hurt or was in danger. This sort of thing had happened once before and it turned out that my Dad had been seriously injured on a hunt, though this time it was about Sam. But that's weird right? Having, I don't know, premonitions about people I love getting hurt.

"Kat...Kat...KAT!" Dean shouted snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh what?" I asked.

"I said don't try to change the subject by asking me a question about Dad." Dean replied clearly annoyed

"Fine!" I shot back a little harsher than I meant. "If you really must know I'm having those night terror things again like that time when Dad got seriously injured on that hunt." I finished leaving out the part that they were about Sam. Oh My God that's it I'm having fucking premonitions, what sort of freak am I? There must have been some sort of look of confusion mixed with horror that crossed my face because Dean suddenly looked really concerned.

"What? What is it?" Dean asked concern lacing every word.

"I'm a freak." I mumbled under my breath.

"Of course you're a freak!" Dean replied somewhat confused. "We are all freaks Kat, how else do you explain our profession?"

"No Dean you don't understand!" I yelled at him not meaning for it to come out that way. "My night terrors they are not just your standard nightmare, they are premonitions." I added more calmly.

"What that's just crazy Kat! You're not having premonitions." He responded reassuringly putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her to him.

"Yea you are probably right." I sighed putting my head on Deans shoulder and relaxing into his safe embrace.