"So, are you going to open the door or what, Dean?" Kitty asked, impatiently, as se leaned against the wall adjacent to the door.
Dean raised his eyebrows at Kitty, as though he was asking if she wanted to do it. Before Kitty could give a witty comeback, a man's voice from the other side broke the silence, and it sounded as though he was in pain.
Not waiting a moment, Kitty watched Dean shoulder in the door and barge into the room, Kitty following behind. "What the hell is going- Oh, my god." What she could see around Dean's shoulder made flush as she turned her back to it.
A young man was in a large bed with two girls, and when they saw Kitty and Dean standing inside the doorway, the girls went running to the bathroom and the man went frantic trying to make sure he was covered. "What the-" the man started to ask.
"Sorry," Dean said trying to recover. "Really. Got the wrong room."
"Just… Close the door."
"Sure, no problem," Kitty smiled as she reached for the doorknob. Her eyes looked up and, on the arm of the man, she saw the Marine Corps tattoo that Dean and Sam had described.
Dean glanced at Kitty before he followed her gaze to the tattoo. "So," Dean said as he walked into the room. "Know anyone named 'Cliff Whitlow?'"
The man swallowed hard and quickly shook his head 'no.' "Never heard of him," the man muttered.
Kitty laughed and walked into the room, sitting at the foot of the bed. "That's funny, 'cause… uh… we know he registered into this room."
"And," Dean continued, turning from the vanity with a piece of folded leather in his hand, "you've got his wallet. And I'm pretty sure you got that-" Dean walked over to the bed and lifted up the sheet. "Yup. You're wife told us about that birthmark."
It wasn't the professional way that Kitty might have handled it, and she glared hard at Dean for that. "Anyway," she dragged out, turning her attention back to Cliff. "You look amazing! Got some work done? I'd love to know who did it."
"Um, can you give us a second?" Cliff asked, his eyes drifting toward the bathroom.
Kitty and Dean followed his gaze, and sure enough, the two girls were still hiding there. "Yeah, we can," Kitty replied. She stood up and grasped Dean's arm, who was smiling at the girls. "Come on, cupcake-brain."
"Please, don't tell my wife," begged Cliff once the girls had left.
"And why not?" Kitty asked from where she stood by the vanity. "You married her."
"As far as she knows, I'm dead. Can we keep it that way?"
"Why would we keep that from your wife?" Kitty shouted, about to take the two steps to get into his face.
"Kitty, hold it," Dean said, placing his arm out to keep her from ripping Cliff a new one. "How can you possibly be Cliff Whitlow?"
The man looked around the room, and finding that his eyes couldn't settle on anything, rested his eyes back on Dean. "I can't tell you."
With a smug look still on her face, Kitty asked, "And why not?"
"Because I can't."
Kitty shrugged her shoulders and headed to the door. "Then I'm sure your wife will be please to know that you're not dead."
"Wait!" Cliff cried, causing Kat to stop dead with her hand on the doorknob, a wicked smile on her face. "It's a game."
Running her fingers over the doorknob, she asked sweetly, "What kind of game, Cliffy?"
He released a heavy sigh before he continued, "Poker. High stakes. Instead of cash, you play for years."
"I don't believe it," Kitty replied, replacing the sweet voice with a hard one again.
She turned the doorknob, just enough so that it'd click, and that's when Cliff called, "I know it sounds crazy. Some guy came up to me at a bar, asked me to play. Gives me 25 of these weirdo chips, chants some mumbo humbo over them, then they're worth 25 years. Think it's all crap, but then I come out up… And look at me!"
Kitty turned and looked at Cliff, leaning against the door. Her eyes caught Dean's over the guy's shoulder, and he shrugged his shoulders at her. "What was he chanting?" he asked Cliff, turning his attention back to the guy.
"Who cares? All I know is, my hip's good, no more glasses and one of those ladies was here for free. The guy is some miracle worker."
Kitty raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "There's no such thing as a miracle worker, buddy," she whispered, then louder, she asked, "What did he look like?"
"I don't know. Maybe 35, brown hair. Irish. Name was Patrick."
"Where can we find the guy?" Dean asked, obviously hearing the beginning part of what Kitty said, but keeping his attention on Cliff.
Cliff shook his head and looked between Kitty and Dean. "Never stays in one bar long, and he finds you."
"Okay, come on, Kitty," Dean said, straightening his back and moving towards her. "I think we're done."
"Uh, miss?" Cliff asked, causing Kitty to stop in her tracks by the door. "You wont tell my wife, will ya?"
With a smile, Kitty walked over and kissed Cliff on the cheek. "It was all a game, sweetie. What the misses doesn't know, right?" Then she turned her back on Cliff and followed Dean out the door.
The two of them were walking down the hall when Dean pushed Kitty against the wall and stared down at her. "What the hell was that about?"
"Ooh, Dean, you're soo pushy," Kitty said with a look that could kill. "What are you talking about?"
"'There's no such thing as a miracle worker,' I think is what you said," Dean replied, putting one of his hands against the wall ad leaning on it. "What's wrong with you?
"Nothing," she said, pushing her way out of under Dean's gaze. "Come on, we should go back to the motel."
Dean had called Bobby and told him about what they had found, but after getting off the phone with him, Dean still didn't seem to be in a better mood. Since Kitty had to give up the dream of ever finding out what happened to her sister or her dad, she's been in a terrible mood and was having problems remembering to be nice to other people.
They filled Sam in quickly, and the three of them dispersed around the town to go into bars and find the magical card shark. After hitting 2 and finding nothing except for an old man trying to hit on her, Kitty went with Sam to go and get burgers.
"I can't believe how many bars are in this town," Kitty sighed as she leaned her head on Sam's shoulder. They were sitting at the counter waiting for their to-go orders to be up. "And how many sketchy old guys there are. It's like a town of Dean, but all in their 60's."
"That's a sight I'm glad I didn't see," Sam laughed as he pulled a credit card from his wallet and handed it to the waitress so she could ring up their orders. "So did you catch any wind about the guy?"
"No middle-aged Irish guys. I came up completely clean." The waitress plopped down the bag of food, and the two hunters headed back to the Chevelle. "Maybe the guy already left town."
"Wouldn't be too surprised," Sam agreed.
By the time they got back to the motel, Kitty had finished most of her milkshake and was laughing like an idiot. She forgot how much she thought of Sam her brother, and could not stop him from bringing up memories from when they were younger, such as when Kitty was 18 and walked into a nursing home and cried like an idiot over a woman she never met just because there was a witch among the staff.
"I swear, the smell of the old women perfume remained on my body for a month after being smothered by them," Kitty laughed, placing the food down on the table,
Between chuckles, Sam called out to Dean. "We're back," he said. "Found anything?"
"You might say that…" An old man walked out of the bathroom, causing both Kitty and Sam to grab their guns and point it at the man. "Whoa, relax. It's me."
With a shocked look on her face, Kitty whispered, "Dean?"
Sam lowered his gun and stared at his brother. "What the hell happened?" he asked, a confused look planted on his face.
Dean looked down at the ground then back up at Kitty and Sam. "I… you know… found the game."
Be proud of me! I'm getting better with posting ^_^ Two posts in two days. It might become a record!