Hola! Long time no see! A million apologizes for not posting anything for soooo long. Over Christmas, the doctors were finally able to diagnose my wrist pain and I've been taking some medicine ever since. Unfortunately it takes 6 months to work, so I still haven't been as great as I'd hoped. And that mixed with grad school...it's been a zoo!

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A/N: Flashbacks are in italics and this chapter is linked with Chapter 16, where Kate gets into a fight at school. It takes place a few months later. You don't have to reread that chapter, as I've included the information you need to know in this current chapter. But feel free to check it out too if you want :)

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Kate-16

Kate turned the corner and was met with a sharp gust of wind. She instinctively crossed her arms to try and block out the cold, but it still pierced through her. As her knuckles rubbed against her jacket, she hissed in pain, immediately regretting her decision to move them. She pulled her hand out in front of her and sighed. Blood was still smeared across her knuckles after a futile attempt to clean it off just moments earlier. All she knew was that she had to hurry and get home quick to get this blood cleaned off before anyone could see it…well, not just anyone…Dean, since he was the only one home with Sam being away at Stanford and John still out on a hunt.

And after that school fight a few months ago, she couldn't risk Dean finding out this time. Because then there'd first be some yelling and then all the questions. Lots of them. And then probably some more yelling. She had tried so hard to make sure Dean didn't find out the real reason behind that first school fight. She couldn't bear him hearing that the kids at school had made fun of her for how poor her family was, said that Dean was an alcoholic who didn't love her, and their dad had abandoned them. She couldn't put that kind of guilt on him then, and surely she wasn't about to do it now. He didn't deserve that.


Kate continued walking down the sidewalk, her eyes searching for yet another fallen leaf resting on the cracked pavement. Crunch...crunch…crunch. Her brothers always made fun of her for it, but she loved stepping on those crunchy leaves. There was just something about it that made her feel young and carefree again. Kate took an extra step to her left to make sure to get the crisp red leaf as she passed by an alley. Suddenly, she heard some people snickering from the shadow break between the buildings. She slowed her pace as she heard a low voice taunt, "Too poor to afford real entertainment, huh Winchester?"

And here it went again. Same story, different setting. There was no denying they were snickering at her. She froze, contemplating her next move. Option A: Ignore it and continue on. Option B: Face them and handle it like she knew she could. Before she had a chance to even consider the consequences of either, she instinctively turned on her heel and took a few short steps until she was standing there, looking at 3 boys from school. She quickly looked them over, sizing herself up against them. Analyzing her chances. They were taller than her, but not anything she wasn't already used to. She was used to training with Dean, so she figured she could handle it; however, there were three of them and one of her. But the Winchester overconfidence kicked in and she narrowed her eyes at them. "Fuck off," she spat, taking a threatening step closer to them. Option B had won.


Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, Kate rounded the last corner, her feet carrying on at a brisk pace. Running would have been too obvious. That'd be like a red flag for everyone around that something was astray. Just up ahead was the current run-down-motel they were calling 'home' for the time being. Her shoulders fell as she saw the ever-familiar Impala in the parking lot. She wanted to turn back the other way, but her feet kept dragging her on. Of course Dean would be home the one time she needed him not to be. The whole sneaking in plan just got a whole lot harder. With each slowing step as she approached the door, she tried to form a new plan and what lies she would tell if her plan failed.


"Aw, look at poor little Winchester," a rusty blond haired boy, Noah, mocked, as he tossed his head to the side, throwing his rusty blond hair out of his face. His zip-up black hoodie had noticeable stains on it that looked like they'd been there for awhile and one of the front pockets had rip in the seam. His scuffed up sneakers were as black and dark as his eyes. A confident smile spread across his face as it was clear in his head that he had already beaten her with his mind games. Kate immediately recognized his voice as the one who had made the comment when she walked by and now she wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face.

Before she had a chance to throw some retort at him, one of his buddies came and stood on her left side, closing in the distance between them. "Win-chester? More like Lose-chester," Derek mocked, his hot breath beating against Kate's neck as he spoke.

She wasn't intimidated though. Actually, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and let a little laugh escape. "That's the best you got? Wow. You need to work on your ridiculing because you're sure getting rusty there champ," she sneered. A new wave of confidence surging through her.

"No, Derek, I think what you meant was Poor-chester," said the third, black-haired boy, Carl. Kate whipped her head towards him, as he stood beside Noah. She tried to contain her look of confusion. There was no way anyone at this new town could know about her family's financial status. She paid for her own lunches and when she needed something for school, she took the five-finger discount at the local store. The boy picked up on her expression and saw that as his cue to continue mocking. "Only poor families can't afford to send their kid on the field trip next week." And there it was. She clinched her jaw and felt her teeth grind together. Little did they know that that had nothing to do with her family's money and everything to do with the fact that her dad refused to let her go out of town on an overnight fieldtrip.

She opened her mouth to respond, but this whole thing just seemed like a pathetic repeat of what had happened at the other school and it wasn't worth her time. Shoving her hands in her coat pockets, she turned back toward the road and started to walk away. This was just not worth her time and the consequences it was sure to bring.

Seeing that she was walking away, Noah made a last effort to provoke her. "I bet that's why your mom abandoned you," he taunted. Kate stopped dead in her tracks, almost like she had hit a brick wall. She couldn't move or form words. Sure people continually made fun of her family, but nobody had the right to talk about her mom. "She was probably too embarrassed to be seen with you and your poor ass family," he jeered.

Kate felt her blood boil over as her fingers curved into her palm, forming fists. Her hunter's instincts kicked in. This bastard did not deserve to walk away from this. She quickly turned around on her heel and locked eyes with the boy made the last comment.

Thump….thump…thumpthumpthump. Her heart pounded in her chest. Without further thought, she pulled her fists out and lunged at the boy, slamming her right hand at his face, instantly pounding his nose. Warm blood began to cover her knuckles as she threw another punch. She readied herself to throw another, but suddenly a hard grasp wrapped around her upper arm, followed by another on her opposite arm. Looking from one side to the other, she realized the other two boys were holding her back. Her body jerked harshly as she struggled against them, but her strength was no match against the two of them.

"Oh, bitch, you are going to pay for that," Noah spat, his low voice laced with rage.

"But I thought I was too poor," Kate sneered back, thrashing against the boys' hold on her. Even if the current situation wasn't going in her favor at the moment, there was no way she was stepping down now.

"Guess I'll have to just beat it out of you," he scoffed at her. His lips pulled up slightly as he cracked his knuckles, preparing himself. And with a devilish grin spread across his face, he took a step closer to Kate. Before she had a chance to process anything, she stumbled backwards as his fist connected with her face.


Kate gently touched her left cheekbone, wincing at the pain. She wondered how noticeable it was, knowing that was a stupid question. How was she going to hide it? Now that was the question. As she pulled her hand away from her face, a flash of red caught her eye. Her knuckles were stained red, and she wasn't even sure anymore if it was her own blood or someone else's. Everything that had happened was still a blur and she didn't have enough time to process it all yet. But as long as she could get to the bathroom before Dean noticed anything, she would be able to take care of the blood, work on the black eye, and try to wrap her mind around everything.

She slowed her pace as she turned into the black pavement parking lot of the hotel. She needed to catch her breath a little bit before she got to the room. Coming in panting and breathing hard would be sure to raise a few red flags.


Kate continued to fight against the strong grasp on both of her arms, and before she could do anything else, she felt a sharp pain in her gut as Noah punched her again. Even as she was huddled over in pain, she managed to muster up enough energy to fight back. And in a sudden burst of adrenaline, she whipped her right arm free and threw her elbow backwards, nailing the guy in the jaw. This was enough to take the other guy off guard, and she pulled her arm free, this time kicking the guy where she knew it would hurt the most-in his jewels. As those two were momentarily frozen, trying to recover from the sudden blasts, Kate stared down Noah. She had her fists raised in front of her face, anticipating his next move.

"Don't worry guys, I got this one," he said confidently to his two buddies, raising his hands to assure them it was all okay.

"Bring it on," Kate threatened, motioning with one hand for him to come at her. She blinked hard twice, trying to focus on what was happening, but the throbbing pain in her temple was getting to her.

Noah didn't hesitate a second before he threw another punch at Kate, which she easily blocked. And there they were, in an alley, throwing punches back and forth. Both managing to get some shots in on the other. Kate landed one last punch on Noah's face and was ready to go in for another one when a loud, screaming voice interrupted them. "Hey, kids! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks as they looked out toward the street where an older man stood with a green vest on, showing he worked at the nearby bakery. "Stupid teenagers! The cops are already on their way!" he yelled. He hadn't actually called the cops just yet, but he knew it would be enough to scare them off and away from his business.

Before any other words or punches could be exchanged, Kate did the only thing she could think of. She sprinted around the old man and took off running down the street. Not wanting to get caught by the police either, the boys took off running in the opposite direction.


As she approached the door, Kate put her hood up gently, being careful not to touch her cheek. Thankfully the throbbing pain in her temple had died down some, but she was sure it was all due to the adrenaline still pumping through her.

The door covered in chipped brown paint that read "24" stared back at her. Maybe she could just stand here for a while and put off the inevitable? Sadly, that would never work.

Sighing loudly, she opened the door and took a few quick steps inside. Dean was sitting at the table over by the kitchen and she maneuvered into the room without making direct eye contact with him.

"What took you so long?" he asked, trying to act nonchalant about it, but Kate knew he was just being the overprotective-I-need-to-know-everything brother he was.

"Not everyone has abnormally long legs like you and can walk places in 2 short steps," she joked defensively. She made her way over to her bed, careful to keep her face and hand out of sight.

Dean paused for a moment, taken off guard by her sarcasm. Normally he expected snide remarks, but something in her tone was different this time. His brotherly instinct was now on full alert. He knew he was entering dangerous waters and needed tread lightly to avoid a full blow teenage drama episode.

"Which is why you will forever be welcome on the short bus," Dean retorted, chuckling.

Kate continued to dig through her duffle, searching for the small, purple bag where she kept her makeup. Well, it wasn't really makeup—Dean and her dad had shot that idea down long ago; it was just a bottle of magical liquid that she used on her face to cover up bruises, scars…the normal things a Winchester had to cover up should a hunt go bad; she couldn't just show up at school with weird marks all over her face, so they had agreed to let her use it. And right now, she needed it more than ever.

Kate felt her shoulders relax in relief when she finally found the bag. Grabbing it, along with her toiletry bag, she joked back at Dean, "And you'll always be welcome at the loony bin."

Dean looked over at his sister was heading toward the bathroom, and quipped, "No worries, they've already got reservations for all-," Dean suddenly stopped. Kate had reached instinctively with her right hand to open the bathroom door, for a moment forgetting that that was the hand she needed to be hiding. As soon as she realized her mistake, she pulled her hand away and switched her things into the other hand, but it was too late. The second she'd heard Dean stop mid-sentence, she knew he had seen it, and there was no turning back now.

Without wasting another second, Kate opened the bathroom room and scurried inside. She reached back to close the door in a panic, pushing it quickly, but a loud smack stopped it from latching closed as Dean's hand connected with it. She stumbled backwards as the door was shoved back open with force. She knew this was the end of the line for her and there was no point in hiding it now, so she opted to go continue with her not-so-well-though-out plan.

Turning to face Dean, she pushed the falling strands of her brown hair behind her ear, revealing her entire face. She caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, seeing the deep redness right below her eye. A wave of surprise took over Dean as his eyebrows rose and his mouth formed an 'o' shape. Kate's eyes immediately shot down to the floor and her breathing increased. Now was the time to execute her plan. Mission Don't Tell Dean Anything was about to commence; she was just waiting for him to get it started. There was a beat of silence as a million things ran through both of their minds, but yet neither of them knew what to say.

Dean's gaze burned into her as they continued to stand there without making a sound. Finally, Dean broke the silence. "What. The. Hell!" he said in a low, angry tone and even though it came out as a pissed off exclamation, she knew it was a question that demanded an explanation. She managed to keep the reasons behind her last fight a secret by just blowing him off, and that's exactly what she wanted to do now. If he found out about this fight, he'd surely become suspicious about the previous one too, and that was just too many cans of worms to open at once. Lie, just lie until he moves on.

She took a deep breath and said flatly, "No need to get your granny panties all up in a bunch. I just…er...had a slight run in with a wall."

"A wall?" Dean repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief.

"Yeah, you know what a klutz I am," she shrugged her shoulders.

"You think I'm supposed to believe you just walked into a wall and that happened," he said, pointing to her eye and hand. "That's the shittiest lie I've ever heard. Your friend…what's her name…Leah? Now that'd be believable."

Kate smiled, happy an opportunity just opened up for her to take this conversation in a different direction and away from her. She shook her head at Dean's inaccurate response. "No, that's not Leah. She's the one who always carries freaking band-aids when we are together because, well this one time, Becca sneezed and a barn just went up in flames. I swear! And don't even get me started about Sadie cause this one time…."

"I don't care about your friends!" Dean yelled, interrupting her. He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he wanted answers.

"And that's why they think you're an ass." Kate knew that comment would take her brother off guard for a moment and she took that as her chance to walk past him quickly and out into the room.

"Wait, they think I'm an ass?" he said as he turned around to face her, suddenly concerned that he wasn't liked by someone, but the second his eyes saw the blood on her knuckles again, he got back on task. "Damn it, Kate, I don't care about your damn friends! Now what the fuck happened to you?!" he demanded, determination clear in his voice. His eyes narrowed and he clenched his teeth, setting his jaw into a rigid line.

Not needing to hide her hand anymore, Kate walked over to the small kitchen sink and started to scrub off the dried blood on her knuckles with some soap and water. "I don't think that's any of your business," she replied casually.

Dean's annoyance grew by the second. "How is you coming home with a bloody hand and banged up eye not my business?"

"Just don't worry about it," she mumbled. She knew he would get mad just like last time, but eventually he would back off when he realized she wasn't giving up any information.

"Don't worry?! god, Kate. Did this happen at school again? Huh? It better not have because if I get another call from your principal about fighting, I swear I'm gonna friggin'…," he shouted, before being cut off.

"Stop! It didn't happen at school, okay? It's fine," she reassured. She wasn't that dumb as to fight on school property again.

"Oh, so now you're beating up random people on the street?!" he shouted. Kate didn't even bother to answer as she continued to use her left hand to scrub the blood off of her knuckles. Dean let out a laugh from sheer frustration. In all of the anger of having to deal with yet another fight, he threw back, "I'm so fucking tired of your shit. You know what? Sometimes I wish Dad were here to deal with all of your punk ass crap. Then you'd sure as hell learn your lesson the first time around!"

Those words pierced right through Kate. Her vision started to blur as hot tears filled her eyes. Her body temperature began to rise as she filled with fury. She was no longer thinking straight and forgot all about her plan.

"If Dad were here? IF DAD WERE HERE?" Her voice grew louder with every word. She turned to face Dean with pure rage in her eyes. "If Dad had fucking BEEN here for us, NONE of this would have ever happened!" she yelled. Dean was clearly taken back by her comments, but Kate wasn't about to let him get any words in. "If Dad had been here for US, then we wouldn't of been hauled around from shitty town to shitty town all our lives. I wouldn't constantly have to be the new girl. The easy target. The one they all whisper about just loud enough so I can hear. But NO! Dad has NEVER been here for us. He has never had to DEAL with US," she yelled as angry tears began to stream down her face, but she wasn't finished. "He's spends all our damn money on ammo. He's the reason why I get made fun of at school for being poor. If he had BEEN here for us, I'd never would of had to deal with this shit. Defending our family. But no, HE doesn't care enough."

Kate tried to calm her breathing as the tears slowly began to stop. She was almost ashamed at what she had just said in front of Dean. That had never been her intention. He didn't deserve this crap dumped on him. He had nothing to do with how their father treated her and what those kids said to her at school. Remorseful, Kate turned back to the sink and put more soap on her hand to continue cleaning it.

Dean was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond. The John thing must have been building up for awhile, but he had already known that based on side comments she'd made toward him in the previous months. That wasn't what bothered him the most right now. He was more concerned with how his sister was being treated at school. The one place where Dean couldn't be there to protect her 8 hours a day anymore. And judging by her outburst, she had been provoked in both of these fights. Quietly, almost afraid to know the real answer, he asked, "Kate….what did those kids say to you?" The sheer thought of someone making fun of his little sister made his blood pressure rise.

Closing her eyes, she drifted back to that day at Greenview High School when she got into a fight with a queen bitch at recess. There was no getting around telling Dean now, so she just gave in. Turning to face him, she replied, "Back at that old school, they told me our family was too poor to afford girl clothes or school lunches. And…," she stalled. Dean slowly nodded his head, encouraging her to continue. " They said that….that I live with my drunken older brother because my dad abandoned us."

Dean took a few steps closer to her, feeling the need to be there for her; but Kate held up her hand for him to stop as she turned away. She couldn't stand to look at him anymore. She didn't want to see his reaction. "And today?" Dean prompted gently.

After a few more tears escaped down her face, she decided to finish the story. There was no point in holding anything back now. "Today…," she started as she glanced over her shoulder at Dean before quickly returning her gaze to the open faucet. "These dicks from school started yelling shit at me from the alley. The same old stuff. Our family is poor…blah blah...but then they said…," she paused before taking a deep breath and continuing, "they said mom left us because she was too embarrassed to be with our poor ass family."

She didn't bother to stop Dean this time as he came up by her side. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, before mumbling, "those bastards," under his breath. All the anger he once had about her fighting washed away. He felt a singe of pain in his heart as he thought about those unforgiveable words spoken about their mom. All he wanted to do was beat these little shits to pieces.

Kate sniffled before she finished in a quieter tone, "But if Dad had just stayed in Lawrence. If he had just let us grow up in ONE town. If he had put us before his own needs, I wouldn't have to deal with this stuff every new town we go to. People just don't….they just don't understand." Deep down, Kate knew that her dad wasn't to blame in all of this. She just needed someone to blame for all the pain she'd been going through lately. Kate turned to face him again, "I know you do your best and I'm thankful you're here…but sometimes, I just wish…I just wish I could wake up and this would all be over."

Dean felt a sharp pain in his chest as those last words ripped through him. They locked gazes for a moment and Kate swore she saw his eyes glass over. "Kate…," he began, still struggling for words. He just wanted to grab on to his sister and tell her this was all stupid and that he was going to make it better. But he knew that he couldn't. He couldn't control what those kids thought or said about his family, and that's what tore him apart inside. He couldn't fix it. "Kate, you know that I-," he began but was interrupted by Kate's screech.

"Shit!" Kate hissed as she instinctively pulled her hand out from under the now-scorching hot water. In run down motels, hot and cold water tended to come and go as they pleased. She held her hand protectively against her chest as the excess water that was on her hand began to glide down her arm.

Dean shut off the water and grabbed a nearby towel. "Here," he said, handing it to her. Kate flashed a faint smile of thanks. They both knew there weren't really words that could be said right now, so Dean decided he needed to focus on something he could fix. "Come on," he said, lightly grabbing onto her upper arm and leading her over to the kitchen table. She sat down and dried off her hand as he rummaged around the room looking for the first aid kit.

Kate winced in pain as the towel rubbed against the raw skin on her knuckles. She bit her bottom lip, silently waiting for it to pass. Once her hand was dry, she tossed the towel on the table just as Dean pulled up a chair and sat facing her.

Dean reached over and gently pulled Kate's hand closer to examine it. He paused, looking up at her, "Kate, you should have told me about all this from the beginning. I had no idea these bastards were doing this to you. I could have done something."

She flashed him a soft smile. That was the typical Dean response, always confident he could fix things, but it wasn't true. There were just some things he couldn't help with. "There's nothing you could of done, Dean. I just have to learn to not let things get to me so much…and learn to stop punching people," she added as an afterthought.

"Well I haven't always been the best role model in that department," he joked, recalling numerous past fights he had been in.

"Yeah, I mean who do you think taught me to throw such a great right hook?" Kate quipped, chuckling. Dean returned the smile, silently thankful he had taught her some moves. Granted they had been for hunting purposes, but this case was a clear exception to the rule.

Returning his focus to her hand, Dean opened the small bottle of antiseptic and started spreading it over her knuckles and fingers. "About dad…you know he…," he trailed off.

"Don't," she begged softly, not wanting to go there. "I already know. I was just looking for someone to blame. Someone to blame for all the bad things people say to me. And taking it out on Dad was just the easiest. But…I don't…," she took a deep breath. "I don't blame him, not really anyway. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," he said as he finished putting the clear cream on her hand. "I knew you didn't mean it." Because he knew his dad wasn't to blame for all of this. He was. He was the brother who couldn't protect his sister from these kids. "Uh, hey…," he coughed, clearing his throat. "We can, uh, go shopping tomorrow and get you some new stuff. I have some cash stashed away in…"

"Dean," she reprimanded. "This is exactly why I never wanted to tell you in the first place. I knew you would think you had to fix it. It's fine. I'm fine," she explained, hoping he would understand and not go on a guilt trip.

Dean started, "I can't fix all the things they said." Like bringing our mom back or getting our dad to stick around for more than a few days. "But I can get us more money and get you nicer clothes," he said firmly. When Dean got an idea, he stuck to it.

"No," she said shortly, pulling her hand out of his grasp with a look of reproach. "I don't care how new or old my clothes are. None of it matters. So, please stop feeling guilty and responsible. You didn't do anything."

His gaze went from her hand to her eyes. "I don't feel guilty," he lied, unconvincingly. "But just know that if you ever need anything, all you have to do it ask and I'd get it for you. Okay?" Dean searched her face for signs that she understood just how serious he meant those last words.

"I know," she reassured quietly.

"Even if it means going shopping, I'd do it," he hinted back. He was determined to at least get her new clothes if that alone could take away some of the nasty comments at school.

"Oh? So I can get that bright pink push up bra then?" she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hell no!" he laughed, thankful the almost chick flick moment seemed to be over. He pulled her hand back towards him and started to wrap a bandage around it.

"I don't need any new clothes, you know…but thanks for everything, Dean," she said sincerely. She was always amazed at how they go could from a screaming match to ending up on the same page and understanding one another. She wouldn't trade his overprotective ass for anyone else.

"Don't mention it," he replied. He wasn't sure what she had to thank him about, because she wouldn't let him help her, but he wasn't about to give in so quickly. "Now, let's get some ice on that eye of yours," he finished as he made his way to the fridge to get some ice.


For the week following that fight, Dean had tried on several occasions to convince Kate to let him take her shopping for new clothes, but she remained just as stubborn as always. She felt that getting new clothes would be letting those bastards win and to be honest, their money was much needed for other things. She knew it was hard earned and pretty scarce as it was, so indulging in something superficial seemed wrong to her.

Finally, over two months later, Dean was able to carry out his plan. He had to wait long enough so Kate wouldn't be suspicious, but not too long because he couldn't stand her getting made fun of again.

The hotel room phone started ringing and Kate groaned as she sat up on the couch. She had been enjoying some peace and quiet while watching tv, but it never lasted long. "Hello?" she barked into the phone.

"Hey, uh, I need you to come to the laundry room," Dean said on the other end.

"Seriously? It's your turn to do laundry. I'm not freaking helping you again," she replied, annoyed.

"Just get your ass down here," he responded before hanging up.

Kate grunted as she left the room and shuffled down the hallway. She finally arrived at the laundry room and opened the door. Seven white washers and dryers were lined up along either side of the room. Dean was the only one there, standing beside a washer with its lid popped open in the back corner.

"Okay, don't be mad," Dean pleaded, attempting to prevent what he knew was going to happen anyway.

"What did you do?!" she demanded, walked over to him. Dean moved in front of the washer so she couldn't see what was inside it. He knew he had to turn on his best acting skills and make her believe everything he said.

"It wasn't my fault! It had to have been in the machine before I came. I didn't know, I swear," he said holding his hand up to stop her from trying to look around him.

"Dean….," she threatened.

He turned around and picked a random piece of clothing out of the washer. Her once purple shirt was now a mess of purple and huge, light purple spots, which were without a doubt bleach stains. "Nooo…no, no!" Kate begged out loud as she shoved Dean aside and rummaged through all the clothes in the washer. All of her clothes now had bleach stains all over; well all of her clothes except a few t-shirts Dean had made sure to set aside, the ones that he knew carried special meaning for her, like his old AC/DC shirt and the Stanford shirt Sam had sent her. But the clothes she saw in this washer were all ruined and there was no way she could wear bleach spotted jeans to school. "Dean! Why?!" she exclaimed out of exasperation.

"I didn't know! I'm sorry," he apologized, but he was so good at acting that she wasn't able to tell how not sincere he was. "I'll buy you new stuff. I'll replace it all," he added, hoping she would take his bait and he'd finally get the chance to make things right.

"Damn right you will!" she grumbled as she stormed back over to the door, furious that her clothes were ruined. The fact that a few of his shirts had been in there too wasn't even a consolation to her. "And I'm getting that push up bra!" she yelled back before slamming the door behind her.

Dean rolled his eyes at her theatrical exit and laughed. They both knew that was never happening anyway, but he didn't bother to tell her that. He reached behind the washer and grabbed the small bottle of bleach he had picked up at the store earlier. He tossed it over and banked it off the wall and into the trashcan. Thanks to his brilliant idea, Kate would now willingly, albeit slightly forcefully, go shopping for new clothes. And he had found ways to save up money for the last two months so that she could get whatever girl clothes she wanted, well with his approval that is. No more kids were going to mock her based on her clothes.

Dean smiled triumphantly, feeling like he had finally won one for a change. Because when you can't beat a stubborn Winchester, you just find a way to trick them instead.