(5 months later.)

"Hey Bobby." I half smile at the old man standing in front of me clad in grey and red flannel, white dirty undershirt, blue jeans and of course his cap. "Hey Cate, How you been?" I shrug my shoulders and walk past him into the familiar house. "Fine I suppose. What about you Bobby?" "Oh you know same old same old...researching for people and covering for 'em to. What have you been up to?" I look around the space and then back at Bobby "hunting." Is all I say because it's the truth...I have been hunting to keep myself busy and not to be distracted by the pain and grief.

"You heard from Sam at all Bobby?" He shook his head and I could see the pain in his eyes. "Nah...not for 5 months. The last time I did he just said he was happy..." I scoff so it only takes him a month to get over his brother? While it takes me well....a lot longer than that.

"Anyway Bobby I'm going to go up and sleep. I'm exhausted." I tiredly smile at him and then lug my bag up the stairs and to my room.

(4 hours later)

I slowly open my eyes to light flooding into the room and blinding me. "Well about time you woke up sleeping beauty." Dean smirks as he sits on the end of my bed. "Shut up." I groan but then chuckle "I swear Dean if you woke me up I will kill you." Dean just erupted in laughter "How could I wake you up? I am just a figment of your imagination." "Pessimistic much?" I ask raising one eyebrow.

"Cate who are you talking to?" shit! I hadn't realised Bobby was in my room. Panicking I came up with the first excuse I could think off "ugh nobody Bobby...just myself." Which wasn't necessarily lying either. "Yeah right Cate I heard you say Dean...and that wasn't a typical conversation you have with yourself anyway." He says crossing his arms over in front of his chest. "You calling me a liar?" "No Cate...but...I heard you last time you were here...you were also saying his name a lot." "So what Bobby?" I shrug and get out of bed grabbing my phone to look at the time. "So Cate I don't think you are dealing with his loss well." "You don't know what you're talking about Bobby." I say in a warning tone. "Cate are you having hallucinations...are you doing drugs? What?" "Oh my god Bobby just shut up! Ok? SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yell then grab my bag and push past him and rush down the stairs towards the Impala the entire time hearing Bobby call after me.

I let the tears gush out of my eyes as I speed away from Bobby's. "Babe calm down." "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! GOD DAMN IT! YOU ARE NOT REAL! YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION! FUCK OFF!" I scream at the imaginary figure beside me.

I then get an idea a mad and crazy idea but an idea that might just work.

I bury the box under the dirt and wait in the devils trap. "Come on you lazy assed demon where are you?" I whisper angrily before a brunette black eyed male bitch shows up in front of me. "Well that's not very nice is it?" I groan at his annoyance. "Look I am not in the mood for banter. Dean Winchester...I gather you heard what happened to him. I am willing to sell my soul in order to bring him back...i...I am willing to do anything if only you bring him back." The demons lips spread into a wide smile. "You know this is an all too familiar story someone selling their soul for a Winchester." He chuckles "I don't care just shut up and do the deal! Isn't that what you are meant to do?" I yell infuriated and impatient. "Oh fine. You Winchesters are no fun...well you're not a Winchester are you? You never got the chance." He smirks and I feel like ripping his head off but I need him to do the deal.

"Let's just seal it." I say and take a hesitant step closer where we lean in but before anything can happen he disappears. I look around and see none other than the King of Hell himself...Crowley.

"Crowley what the hell?" I scream at him. "Ahh quiet down blondie...you can't sell your soul." His British accent echoing through the surroundings. "I would have thought you would love an extra soul." "Yes darling I do I always do but I don't want yours...at least not like that and I need Dean to stay where he is...at least for a little while longer." I grab my head in frustration and confusion "What the hell are you talking about Crowley? And where is Dean." "Look all I'll tell you is, Dean is alive...very much alive but he is doing something that I need him to do and he can't get back to you. Whereas you Cate well...you will be more important when Dean comes back...you two will be...perfect."

Perfect? What was he on about? He went to disappear "Crowley!...Just tell me where he is." "Fine...not like you could bring him back anyway. Dean's in purgatory Blondie... be wise and don't go after him." And with that Crowley disappeared leaving me with more questions, confusion and pain.