I pulled up outside the familiar scrap yard/house which I called home. It hadn't changed since the last time I was here...it was still the same I could always count on that. I just sat in the car to afraid to go in and face Bobby purely because it would be awkward...we both felt the emptiness of Dean.

"So you're just going to sit here then?" I gasped and looked to my right and saw him sitting there wearing the same brown leather jacket, khaki green button down but left unbuttoned and a black undershirt with blue jeans. "You don't understand Dean. You don't understand what it's like without you." I let a tear roll down my cheek and looked down at my hands which were folded in my lap. "But I'm right here, Cate I am always going to be here. Now get in that house it's not like you to run away from things you're too tough for that."

I was about to argue when my phone rang distracting me from Dean making him disappear. "Hello?" I ask answering the phone. "Are you just going to sit out there or are you coming inside?" Bobby questioned me. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming Bobby." I then hung up the phone and stuffed it back into my back pocket and grabbed my black duffel bag from the back seat. I slowly got out of the car bracing myself for what was next. I walked up to the front door and knocked on the door anxiously waiting for Bobby to open the door as I heard the loud thuds of his boots hitting the hardwood floor coming closer towards the door.

The door creaked as Bobby swung it open, "Hey Kid." He greeted me I nodded back at him "Hey Bobby." I walked past him and into the familiar house. "Cate...I-"  I interrupted him before he could say anything further I was too exhausted. "Look Bobby if you don't mind I am just going to go and get some sleep." He just nods as I turn around and walk up the stairs to the room I usually stayed in.

My room was wall papered a dark red like most of the house, I had various 80's rock posters hanging up covering the spots where the wallpaper had worn out.  I had a single bed in the back right hand corner that was made of wood, there was a white dresser against the left wall that had various pictures on it and mirror above it as well as a desk next to the bed with a white paned window above it. 

I dumped my bag down on the floor and took off my shoes before collapsing on my bed and immediately falling asleep.

I opened my eyes to a dark room, I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and clicked it on 4.00am I squinted at the bright screen that displayed the time. That was the longest I had slept since the incident. I knew I wouldn't get back to sleep so I pushed myself out of bed and walked down to the kitchen, all the lights were still on.

I made myself some coffee which had been my virtue for the past few months. I brought the steaming cup up to my lips and breathed in its humbling aroma before taking a sip. "You're up." Bobby stated as he walked into the kitchen startling me. "Looks like it." I say stating the obvious, "Cate...I'm sorry." He says finally breaking the awkward silence which had arisen between us. I chuckled lowly into my cup before putting it down on the bench "Why are you sorry Bobby? You have nothing to apologise for it was not your fault unless your name is Dick Roman." I put my hands around the mug of coffee warming them up.  "I know but you lost the love of your life...I know what that's like." I nod silently trying to hold back the tears by biting the inside of my cheek, "You're going to ruin your cheek doing that." Bobby says leaning against the kitchen counter and folding his arms in front of his chest.  "How did you know?" I ask entirely confused by how he could possibly know. "That's the only way I could be around people for the 6 months after her death." I finally let go of all my pent up sorrow, grief, anger and frustration on to Bobby, sobbing into his shoulder as he pulled me into a hug.  "It hurt's Bobby! It hurts so goddamn much!" I somewhat yell, my knees go weak and they buckle beneath me, Bobby was the only thing keeping me standing.

My eyes snapped open and I realised I was on the couch in the den, "Bobby?" I spoke as I sat up rubbing my head which was now throbbing along with my throat. "Over here kid." Bobby voice came from behind the big wooden desk situated in front of the fire place.

"How long have I been out?" my voice sounded hoarse and groggy, I rubbed my eyes trying to make them adjust to the room around me. "9 hours." He got up from his chair and walked over to one of the tall bookshelves pulling out an old book.  "Oh ok thanks." I respond and get off the couch, I shuffled towards the kitchen and poured myself a coffee. I drank half of it before walking back in to the den, "Have you heard from Sam?" Bobby's eyes snap up to meet mine. "No, he hasn't been answering my calls." I nod and tap my fingers against the side of the coffee mug, remembering the reason I was here. "So Bobby what's this case?" "3 males were all found hung, none of them knew each other but rumour is all were cheating on their wives." Bobby explains I rack my brain trying to think of what it could be "You think maybe it's a ghost?" I finish the last of my coffee and set it down on the desk in front of Bobby. He shrugs at my suggestion "Maybe, anyway it's in Lincoln." "Nebraska?" I confirm and he nods his head "But Bobby that's only like 3 hours away, you could have done that." "Yeah I could have but...I think it would be good for you to do it." "Thanks Bobby." He doesn't reply but sticks his nose further into the book he was currently reading.

"I'm going to go pack and then probably be on my way."  I state and walk out of then den heading up to my room, I grab some clothes and go for the shower. After finishing my shower I put on a black v-neck, blue jeans and combat boots then throw my hair up into a messy bun.

I go down the stairs two at a time with my bag slung over my shoulder and walk to the den. "Well I'm heading out Bobby, I'll see you later." Bobby gets up from behind his desk and gives me a hug "Be careful you got it? I don't want to have to grieve over another relative." "I got it Bobby, I promise I will make it back." We pull away from each other and I was about to turn away when Bobby held something out to me. "Um Dean wanted me to give you this in case of...well in case the idjit got himself killed." I visibly flinch at the sentence and stare down at the letter Bobby holds in his hand. I can't seem to bring myself to take it "Bobby I don't think I can." "He told me you'd say that, Cate he really wanted you to have this." I nod and reluctantly take it. Part of me wanted to rip it open and greedily read it where as another part of me wanted to savour it and never open it because it was like another confirmation that he was really dead.

I give Bobby one last hug and quickly escape out the front door half running half walking to the car. I hop in the impala and rip open the letter.

Cate,

So if your reading this that must mean that I have finally kicked the bucket and Cas can't get me out of this one this time. I love you Cate from the moment I saw you in that holding cell I knew you were something special, I knew we were meant to be something, I knew I was going to fall in love with you. You are stubborn, annoying, smart, caring, funny and tough...you don't let anything get to you, so don't let this get to you like I know you will let it. I'm sorry for leaving you when I promised you I wouldn't...don't try to bring me back though Cate I'm dead and I should stay that way...it's how the world works. I know I always said I hated hunting but that's not completely true because if it wasn't for hunting I never would have met you. Besides saving people hunting things it's the family business and you are part of the family. I love you Catherine, always keep fighting.

Dean.

I reread the letter at least 5 times  bringing it up to my nose, inhaling his scent that was infused into the paper.