Sam's POV:
Kristy chews on her lip as she taps away on her computer. She pauses, frowns, her eyebrows pulling together, sighs, and then begins typing again. This happens two times more before I finally say something.
"What're you working on?" I ask.
She jumps in surprise, then looks at me. Her eyes are less focused then usual. It's almost as if she's listening to something. Maybe Cas is talking to her?
"What?" she asks.
I repeat my question and she twitches her nose at me. It's a habit she's had since we were kids that is the equivalent to 'I am having zero luck with what I'm doing and it's frustrating-please distract me'.
"I'm trying to figure out why I have these powers," she mumbles, clicking something, "but there I don't have much to go on."
"Why don't you just ask Cas?" I say.
She makes a face.
"Cas won't talk to me. Trust me, I've tried-he doesn't answer."
I frown. The look on her face as she says this...wistful, disappointed, and forced nonchalantness. She won't look me in the eye, which leads me to believe there's more to this story then she's revealing.
"Really? I thought he was tuned into you. Remember when you had that psychic episode?"
She shrugs looking a little annoyed.
"Yeah, I remember, Sam. I guess that was a one time thing," she tell me somewhat dejectedly.
I stare at her for a second. She still won't look at me.
"Kris...do you love Cas?"
Her head shoots up, violet eyes wide, naked panic written across her face as if it was in pen.
"Why would you ask that?" she whispers horrified.
I raise my eyebrows at her, looking her in the eye. Her expression becomes pinched as she realizes her mistake.
"Well other than your reaction just now...you haven't been the since...well, since you met Cas."
She frowns, glaring at the floor.
"So do you love him?" I ask.
I don't know how to feel about Kristy being in love with Cas if she is. I mean, I'm glad she's at least found someone. Especially someone that can deal with the several monsters that are always after us. But Cas...well, he's Cas. What good can come from being in love with an angel? He couldn't stay with her and they probably couldn't start a family-not that Kristy has ever been the type of girl to want kids.
I know how Dean will react to the fact that his little sister has fallen in love with anyone-especially an angel. Pure, unadulterated rage. He would kill Cas, then Kris, then me for being involved. That is, after Dean is done having a heart attack.
"Does it matter?" She asks miserably. "He doesn't love me back. And even if he did...it's the closest thing to Romeo and Juliet that reality can offer. It would be doomed from the beginning right?"
I hesitate.
"Kris...if I had known the direction that my relationship with Jessica would go-if I had known that she was going to die-I still would have fallen in love with her."
She looks at me with tears in her eyes and it breaks my heart.
"You're a liar Sam Winchester. You know that? You're lying. You would have kept your distance from Jess...but you'd still be in love with her."
"You're right. I would have killed yellow eyes first. Then I would have found Jess."
She wipes her eyes quickly, just as Dean enters the small diner and sits down across from us.
"So did I miss anything?" he asks.
"You missed a musical number involving singing, dancing, and Sam in a pink leotard," Kristena says smoothly.
She's gotten too good at lying. I roll my eyes as if it doesn't bother me that Kristena just flawlessly hid her heartbreak.
"So there's this girl that can hear angels," I start.
And that's how we ended up on the road to a mental asylum. Kristena frowns anytime we bring it up, but she hasn't said anything. Angels. It seems like any refrence to the angles bothers her. Is it any wonder? I want to ask what happened between her and Cas, but with Dean sticking to us like glue...
At the mental asylum, Kristena focuses on the girl, Anna's, room, while Dean and I question one of the nurses. Kristy doesn't get involved until she wants to see the drawings. A lot of them are churches. I wonder what Kristena sees in them, if there's anything at all.
Once we're done with the asylum, we all agree to go to Anna's house. Where else would a scared girl go? But when we get into the house-after breaking the door down when there was no answer-we find her parents dead. Okay, so Anna is not here.
Kristena looks at a picture and calls me over. Behind Anna and her two parents, all smiling brightly, there's a church. The same one from her drawings.
We go to the church and up the stairs toward the loft. Suddenly Kristy freezes going up the stairs.
"Kris?" Dean asks, looking back at her.
"You're a dick, you know that?" she says suddenly, looking extremely pissed.
Dean and I exchange incredulous glances.
"Kristena?" Dean asks.
She holds up a hand for him to shut up. She looks pissed for several moments. Then she looks shocked and then royally pissed. Oh man....definitely Cas and whatever he's saying is pissing her off.
"Fine. Whatever. But you're still getting your ass kicked."
Then she turns on her heal and goes back down the stairs, calling that she'll see us later. What did Cas do?
Kristy's POV:
The gears in my head start clicking and turning. I know exactly who it is even before he starts speaking.
"Kristena, it's time to fulfill your promise."
I couldn't believe him. He ignores me, avoids me like the plague, and now he just decided to pick up the phone and tell me that I owe him? Granted I promised I'd keep out of whatever he asked...but still. How about a 'how you doing' or 'any more episodes'? But no. He just goes, 'Kristena, you must stop and walk away from this.'
I stomp my way out to the Impala. But I'm too mad to be out here right now. So I walk all the way back to the motel. On the way, I let my powers have their way for a little bit, sticking to deserted alleys and backstreets.
When I get to the motel, Cas is waiting for me. I glower at him. We haven't spoken since he kissed me then flew off. Dick. Now he's here, demanding that I drop a case. But dammit...I'm still so happy to see him.
"Kristena, please don't angry with me. Try to understand."
"Cas. I promised that I was going to stay out of this. That's fine. I'm not mad about that. Okay, maybe I'm a little irritated, but what's really baking my cookies is what you refuse to acknowledge."
He's silent for several moments, staring at the floor.
"That...was a mistake."
I think I literally hear my heart shatter into a million tiny jagged pieces.
"Of course it was," I say, my voice hard, "Look Cas, I'm staying out of it. I swear. But unless you have something seriously important to say, get out."
I turn my back on him so that he won't see my tears. I feel the gathering of energy and then his presence is gone. When I'm sure he's gone, I flop down on my bed. I try valiantly to hold back my sob...and then it just comes out...and then I can't stop crying. The tears fall and all I can do is let them. I wish Sam was here, I wish Cas was here, I'm glad Cas isn't here. I wish I had someone...
I poen my eyes to a field. I look around me. Someone makes a noise behind me. I turn around and come face to face with...me.