I snorted out, but she was gone before I could say anything. "So, Bobby is in heaven?" I asked. "Yeah, I breathed out, relieved." For example, Sam noted a fraze in the last trial, again making him cry in pain.

"It's okay! It's okay im okay. im fine." he said. We waited a few more minutes until we returned to the cars and gave Benny a burial before driving back to the bunker. We entered the bunker; I entered my room and closed the door behind me. I had to think about what happened, especially the kiss between Benny and me, now that he was far from me. I still have a photo of him, Liz, and me working together in Luisanna a few months ago, and I leaned against the light of my nightstand. The following day, I woke up tired and not in the mood to get up, so I stayed in bed until I heard my door creep open.

"Hey Kee, you're up?" Dean asked; I raised my head, seeing him peeking into my room. "Im not in the mood Dean," I grumbled, turning to the other side. "Can we just talk about what happened?" he asked. "What do you think happened? Benny, who was your friend, died for you, and monsters somewhere surround him." I rose from my bed to face Dean, who was still at my door. "I thought he would come back, but Benny decided to stay and help Sam and Bobby to get out of Purgatory." Dean walked in, leaving the door open. I know you wanted to know what was between Benny and me, but I can't tell you." I quietly said, bringing my knees closer to my face and leaning my cheek against it. I thought of the Moment he and I had, which was nothing between my connection with Ash, which was closer. "I'm going for a supply run; you wanna join me?" he asked, but I shook my head. "No, im gonna stay Im just tired," I mumbled when Dean walked up to me, sitting on the side of my bed. "Love what you did to your room." Dean took the picture I had from Mom and Dad in his hands and looked at it. "I miss her. I miss Dad and Ash," I mumbled, watching him. "Yeah, I miss Mom and Dad too," he mumbled. 

Dean left after a few minutes; I got up and eventually showered. When I went into the library, Dean wasn't back yet, so I made some coffee before sitting on my Laptop and checking through the police scanner for anything weird, but nothing came up. While reading an article, I heard the door open and Dean returning with several bags and on the phone, which I had no idea what it was about. I got up to get some more coffee, and when I returned, a very sleepy Sam was sitting on the opposite side of Dean. "Mornin' sleeping beauty." I smiled, walking past a destroyed beer bottle. "What happened there?" I asked, nodding behind me. "You don't want to know," Dean said. I sat down next to Sam. "Do we know anything about Kevin?" Sam asked. "Nothing; I've hacked into every security camera around Garth's houseboat, Kevin's hometown, where Mrs. Tran lived," Dean told him. "And?" Sam asked. "Well, nothing so far; I've been watching them in case he popped up," I said, sitting down and turning my Laptop back up with all the websites and cameras I had hacked into. 

Dean looked up from the screen. "Dean, we have to find him." Sam sounded desperate for answers since Dean and Sam had been caring for him, and I refused to step foot on that boat after we had been back, finding Kevin was gone. "I know. I know, but Garth is out looking for him; we got a hunter APB out on Kevin; we will do what we can from here while you get better." Dean said; I saw how pale and sick Sam looked. "I'm fine. Dean, I can still go out there. I can still hunt." Sam grumbled. "Well, I call bullshit since your pale and look like a zombie." I looked at Sam. "Im with Kee." Dean smiled.

"Oh, come on." Sam was a little frustrated. "Really?" Dean and I asked at the same time. Since Dean didn't believe Sam, he led us around the bunker to a shooting gallery. "Wow, I didn't know we had this," I said, looking around. Dean and Sam were standing at one of the ranges. Dean had his gun with him. "This is stupid," Sam grumbled as I walked to his other side. Dean loaded his rifle; I pressed my fingers into my ears as Dean fired twice on a piece of paper on the other side of the gallery. When he was finished and had the gun on the table in front of him, I was able to take my fingers out of my ears.

"Alright, you hit that target; well, talk about getting you back out there," Dean said, moving the gun towards him. "Sam tried to fire but failed miserably. "Look, man, this second trial hit you much harder than that first one. I don't know whether it was just more intense or what." Dean said. I knew what he meant. "I felt the same till the next day," Sam told us. "But we will sit tight until you get better." I smacked him on the shoulder and walked back out, looking around the hallway and found an empty room and one with a weird control booth. When I heard Sam and Dean walking away from me, I closed the door and followed them back into the library, where we sat quietly at the table when Sam's Laptop chirped. "It's from Charlie," he said.