The next morning, Kat's car was delivered to her while she waited in front of the motel. The Mustang was fixed, and Kat had already someone to do the paint job to even out the reds on her car. As soon as it showed up, they were putting their gear back into the car and packing up.
Across the lot, Kat was well aware of the fact that Dean and Sam were doing the same thing, and that Dean still hadn't spoken to her. What she said before, she knew, was wrong and hurtful, but Kat was protective of herself and didn't like to let people in her life. They usually had to force themselves on her.
"He didn't do anything wrong," Lily said, coming around the car and handing Kat another bag to put into the trunk.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. Kat hadn't told her sister what had happened between her and Dean, but her sister wasn't stupid. Lily probably knew more about Kat than she did.
Rolling her eyes, Lily continued, "So Dean liking you is a crime and you have to watch out? That's really stupid." She walked off, leaving her sister with the final bag, and went over to the Impala. Kat watched Lily talk to the brothers before hugging each of them and walking back to her car and getting in.
With only a nod in their general direction, Kat said goodbye in the only way she felt she could and got into the car. Music was already playing and the engine quietly purred as she pulled into reverse and was heading down the highway, her father's dog tags hanging on the mirror again.
Lily tried to talk to her sister as they drove up the Atlantic coast, but Kat didn't really want to. So they sat most of the way up in silence till they reached their aunt's house at around 11 that night.
Their aunt Becky was in the living room waiting for them, and after Kat explained to her what had happened the previous days, she went to her room upstairs and left her sister and her aunt alone. Shortly after laying down in her bedroom that she spent her teenage years living in, Kat was sound of sleep with restless dreams.
That morning, Kat woke up to find Aunt Becky already up and about making her famous homemade waffles. "Morning, Katherine," her kind aunt greeted as Kat sat down at the island in the kitchen. She placed a waffle in front of Kat, who lathered it in syrup. "It's not like you to be this quiet," she observed. "Or still in your pajamas."
"I guess I'm just not that ready to get up yet," Kat said, dodging what she really wanted to say.
"It's about that boy, isn't it?" Sometimes Kat's aunt scared her, especially with the way she always seemed to know what was troubling Kat. "You never were the boy crazy girl growing up, were you?"
"I didn't have time to be. I had to take care of Lily," Kat replied before taking a bite for her waffle.
"You know, this boy could be good for you."
Kat looked up at her aunt, who was leaning against the counter looking straight at her older niece. "You talked to Lily, didn't you?"
Her aunt smiled and wrinkled her nose. "You have outed my source," she smiled.
"Who's a source?" Lily asked, walking into the room with a bottle of water. She had running shoes on and her jogging outfit on.
"You still run?" Kat asked, puzzled. Her sister used to be on track in middle school, but since guys came onto her radar, Lily never seemed to be the runner type.
"I do it once in a while," her sister replied, grabbing a waffle and putting some cream cheese on it. "Oh, and I think there was a delivery truck pulling into our driveway when I walked through the door." Sure enough, the doorbell rang. "Want to get it, Kat?"
Sighing, she stood up and headed toward the front door. "You couldn't have waited more than five seconds to get the door, could you?" When she opened the door, she expected to see someone in a brown suite with a box in the person's hands. Not a pair of blue jeans, a tight black shirt, a green jacket, and a crooked smile.
"Dean? What are you-" Kat started but was rudely interrupted by the fact that Dean had grabbed her and had started to kiss her.
You knew they weren't going away that easily, right? ^_^