Kitty was lucky enough to have had a credit card in her pocket, and she rented a room for the night. She hadn't heard from Dean, but she was praying that he was on his way to her car. Tickets to travel all the way to California were paid, though it would take Kitty to New York, Chicago, and LA before she even would arrive at Santa Ana, and it would take her three days.
There had been thoughts of taking a train, but for some reason, Kitty thought it'd be safer to take a bus. Actually, she thought it'd be safer to take her own car, but that wasn't going to happen.
That morning, Kitty walked into the diner she had wandered into and took her place at the counter. The waitress from the night before was there and smiled at Kitty as she poured a cup of coffee. "Still haven't heard from your friend?" the waitress asked.
"Nope," Kitty replied, looking at the clock on the wall. She had to catch her bus at 7:30 and it was almost 6 am already. "But I'm pretty sure everything is going to work out fine."
"Well, I hope everything goes as planed," replied the waitress as she picked up a few menus and went to seat some people up early.
Her head hurt and she was ready to be done, but neither was going to happen anytime soon. Three days on a bus and all Kitty was going to get was a worse headache and the need for a long, hot shower.
"Don't look now," smiled the waitress as she walked back to the counter and leaned over to Kitty. "But I think that man is checking you out."
With a careful glance over her shoulder, she heard the familiar sound of a surprised Dean as he almost fell out of his seat. "Kitty?" he asked, both surprised and startled. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Did you check your voicemail?" she asked, standing up from the counter and walking over to the booth where Dean sat. "You're little buddy, Castiel, poofed me into the middle of who-the-hell-knows-where with as much information as that you get from a flea!"
"You're angry," Dean smiled as he held out a piece of bacon. "And very loud. Change your frown upside down." When Kitty just smacked the bacon out of his hand and glared at him even more, Dean leaned back in the seat and said, "Ok, somebody's not going to be in a good mood."
"Dean, this isn't funny!" Kitty huffed, leaning against the table. "Everything is in my car and now I'm going to have to take a bus all the way back to California because of you're douche of a friend!"
"I'll take you there," Dean sighed as he dropped a few dollars on the table. "That way I don't have to worry about what you're going to do on a bus."
Confused, Kitty stood up and followed Dean out the door as he headed toward his car. "What would I do on a bus?"
With a cocky smirk, Dean replied, "Only in my dreams, sweetheart, will you find out."
The first few hours in the car were mostly quiet between Kitty and Dean, filled with just random comments about the traffic or whatever music was on. It took Kitty that whole time to get the strength up to ask Dean why he was there.
"I was on a job," he replied, his eyes fixed on the road.
"Wow, very descriptive," Kitty sighed as she brought her feet up on the seat and leaned against the door. "Really. Why were you there?"
"Cass needed me to help him find one of his brothers."
"Brothers… as in another angel? Why couldn't he just find him himself?"
Dean took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. "Cass has been fired from his job. So he doesn't have all his angel mojo that he used to."
"Angel outsourcing?" Kitty asked with a skeptical expression on her face. "You got to be kidding me."
"It's more like treason," Dean replied, flashing a smile toward Kitty before turning back to the road. "So did you find out anything on what your dad wants?"
Kitty turned her head to face out the window as she shook her head 'no.' "You're angel buddy pulled me out before I had the chance. But…"
"But what?"
With a sigh, Kitty continued, "But I think the horseman may have something to do with it."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because one of them knew something only my dad and Case would have known." She could tell that Dean was glancing at her, but Kitty firmly kept her gaze out the window. "When we found Sam, he called me 'Kitrina.' That's my full first name, and it's not even written on any documents, so how else could he have known unless War told him?"
One of Dean's hands brushed Kitty's knee before he said, "We'll figure it out." Kitty just nodded and continued to stare out the window.
"So where is Gigantor, anyway?" Kitty asked when she finally turned to face Dean.
She noticed all his muscles stiffen in his shoulders before he replied, "We're taking a break from each other," and then he turned the music up on the stereo, ending all conversations.
They stopped for the night at a motel, each getting their own rooms. The room was kinda crappy looking, but it was just a night's fix, so Kitty would get over it. "Here," Dean said as he tossed Kitty a bag from his trunk.
With a quizzical expression, she unzipped the bag and looked inside. "Why are you giving me a bag of your clothes?"
"Hey, I figured you didn't want to be in the same clothes anymore, so I decided to be nice," he argued, putting on a show and acting like it was a big deal.
"Ok, ok," she laughed, walking toward her room. "Thanks."
"You're welcome!" he yelled at Kitty with laughter still in his voice.
Once Kitty had closed the door, she tossed Dean's bag on the bed and took a quick shower. The shower was beyond relaxing for Kitty, and it loosened all her muscles. After the shower, she opened the bag and dumped its contents onto the bed.
Out fell one of Dean's shirts, a pair of his boxers, and a pair of his sweatpants. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his sweats and his t-shirt and pulled them on, shoving the boxers and her clothes into the bag. Kitty laid down on the bed and was soon fast asleep.
"Kitty, wake up," she heard Dean said as he pushed on her shoulder. "We're leaving."
Kitty replied with a groan as she pulled the pillow over her head and looked at the watch on her wrist. "It's only three in the morning, you dick!"
She heard a huff and felt Dean's arms wrap around her and pick her up from the bed. "And we're leaving," he restated over Kitty's loud protests. Soon she was laid down on her back in the Impala and she felt the car roar to life. "We're making a pit stop on the way to California."
"It better be a place to nap," Kitty whined as she adjusted herself and leaned her head against Dean's shoulder. "Or a place with really good coffee."
"Is your mind only on sleep?" Dean replied as he fixed his arm so that Kitty was more comfortable. He never got an answer though, because Kitty had fallen right back asleep.
Light shined through the front window and the sound of cars woke Kitty up. She was alone in the front seat of the Impala, her body laying across the length of the front bench seat. Her body ached and her head felt like it was going to implode.
Getting out of the car, she stretched her back and adjusted her shirt. That was when Kitty noticed that she was standing under an overpass and that's where the sounds of the cars were coming from.
"Hey, there's Sleeping Beauty," came Dean's voice from the back of the car.
She turned and walked toward the end, stepping on her tiptoes since she was shoeless. Rubbing a hand through her mangled hair, she asked, "Where the hell are we? And where's my coffee?"
"You promised her coffee?" she heard Sam asked, and it took Kitty a few moments to remember that Sam wasn't always with them. "What are you doing in Dean's clothes? Or do I not want to know?"
"You're to freaking funny," Kitty groaned as she leaned next to Dean on the Impala. "And for your information, I wasn't allowed to bring a change of clothes with me before I was forced on my stupid trip across country."
Sam smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah, Dean told me you were angry with Cass when we met up. So I'm guessing this means we're heading to California?"
"Yeah, maybe get to rescue some damsels in bikinis," Dean smirked a she made his way to the front of the car. "Now that would be exciting."
Rolling her eyes, Kitty got into the back seat of the car while the brothers got into the front seat. "I'm going back to sleep," she stated as she laid down on her back and pulled her knees up. "And if I wake up and there is still no coffee, you'll both end up dead on the side of the road somewhere."
I know the last couple of chapters have been boring. Once they're back in Santa Ana (next chapter) I promise it'll get more exciting and... steamy. ^_^