You sit on the lumpy hotel bed in your sweatpants and a tank top stuck in your thoughts. Is it possible? You didn't use a condom with Dean in the Impala and you're not on the pill. You've already destroyed this hotel room in a rage and have put everything back the best you can, but you're still upset. How could this be happening? You need to go buy a test. You have to. Grabbing your bag, you head to the door just as a knock erupts from the other side. Shit.
"Kate, open up," Dean's gruff voice sounds just as annoyed as ever.
You throw your bag onto the bed and take a deep breath to compose yourself. You need to focus on anything other than the baby- or if there even is one. Ugh. You're already thinking about it. If you project your thoughts on accident, it will freak Dean out. He's already had two kids, sort of, and lost both of them, sort of. Ben has lost all memories of Dean and that one weird Amazon chick was ganked. What if he tries to kill your child? Oh, for Pete's sake you don't even know if you're pregnant!
"Kate!" Dean's voice is now worried.
You open the door and feel the uneasy look on your face. He and Garth come in without even thinking something might be wrong with you. Oh, wait. They think you got food poisoning. Duh. You close the door and watch as they set up camp on the table. Garth begins reading from one of Bobby's old journals while Dean sets up his laptop to do some research.
"Did you guys find anything?" you ask in a shaky voice, moving back to the bed.
"Not much," Dean says keeping it sort.
Garth just kind of shrugs. "We're trying."
They start to get into their search, so you take out your phone and start to look on Facebook. You chuckle to yourself; some of these people have gotten fat and old. Why don't you look old? You are 24 now, shouldn't you have a wrinkle or something?
"Easy there, flyweight," Dean says making you look up. "Last time you drank a beer, I had to pick you up off the floor."
Garth leans back in his chair and smiles. "You're such an idjit."
The word strikes a chord in you. It sounds weird hearing someone say that word so freely. Apparently, it struck a chord with Dean as well.
"Idjit's supposed to be used angrily? Okay?" His voice becomes louder even though he was already being kind of loud. "Not happy. If you're gonna butcher it, don't say it at all!"
Garth sits up. "Whoa, then. Okay." You sense him trying to get on Dean's good side. "None of my business, but…this have anything to do with you and…Sam?"
"No," Dean starts. "You had it right. It's none of your business."
"Okay. It just seems that you guys are a little tense around each other." Rookie move. Don't ask Dean personal questions.
"We're fine. Can we get back to work?"
"Yeah," Garth nods.
"Okay," Dean takes another sip of his beer that he has been nursing since he walked in the door.
"All right," Garth isn't going to stop. "Just uh…just letting you know that I'm here for you, for anything. I know sometimes Bobby, he would-"
"You're not Bobby! Okay? You're never gonna be Bobby, so stop!" Dean yells across the table.
You're heart breaks a little once you start to feel the sorrow rising in Garth. He spent time with Bobby too. They were close. This side of Dean isn't pretty. He has been drinking more than usual…
"Bobby belonged to all of us, Dean- not just you and Sam!" Garth sniffles a little bit. "Now, I'm just taking what he showed me and trying to do something with it. That's all!"
Dean lowers his voice as he sobers up a little bit. "Why don't you see if you can find something in that bourbon-drenched book of his so we can get the hell out of Dixie, all right?"
That squabble was a side of Dean that you really didn't like. What is his problem lately? Everything has to be an argument.
The case continues as usual. Something doesn't add up, but then it does. Sometimes it just seems so easy, but you still aren't feeling very well, so you stay back and look up as much as you can to help the guys out. So far, to this point, burning the bones didn't help which means there is a cursed object going around. Your phone starts to ring scaring you. How can a hunter be this jumpy?
"Hello?"
"Hey," Sam's voice comes out worried. "The cursed object is a penny, and Dean won't answer his phone."
"You guys split up? Great, where was he going?"
Sam sighs. "The hospital. We had a hunch that the penny possessed another cop who should have been on his way to seek vengeance on someone in the hospital. Dean has been gone for a while, and I just got a call that he left the scene after attacking a cop."
"Shit," you whisper.
"Watch your mouth," Sam tries to joke, but you can tell he's scared. "Just keep an eye out for him. He won't be acting like himself."
"Will do, thanks Sammy."
Just as you hang up, there's a knock at the door. Your heart pounds as you look around the room. Why don't you have salt? Or iron? What kind of hunter are you?
"Kate, it's me," Dean doesn't sound angry.
You tiptoe to the door and look through the peephole. He looks normal, except for the ectoplasm coming from his ear. Well shit. You grab your gun from the table knowing very well you'd never kill Dean, and let him inside. He storms in and sits on the bed without a word.
"Dean, what the hell?" you try to figure out if he still has a ghost in him.
His eyes pierce yours as he speaks. "Sit in that chair over there and don't speak to me."
You do as he says because you notice he has a loaded gun in his hand. This is a vengeful spirit, it doesn't have a problem with you. But you do know who he has a problem with; Sam. Dean's been keeping a grudge on Sam since he escaped Purgatory.
"Dean, listen to me," you say from the chair. "We need to talk. I know you can hear me, but I just need to tell you-"
"I said shut the fuck up, bitch," his words sting even though it's not really Dean. "I don't want to hear you."
You swallow before continuing. "I know you won't kill me, I'm not the problem. But I just need to talk to Dean for a second."
"He's not here."
You roll your eyes. Typical asshole ghost. "Yes he is-"
"You know what," he stands up without the gun and walks over to you. "You are a problem, but not the problem."
"What?"
His hands grab you hard by your arms, and pulls you to your feet. "There's a lot of shit I can't stand about you."
Seeing and hearing Dean say these words makes you want to cry. "Like what?"
"You betrayed me. You abandoned me." He spits in your face. "You slept with my brother. You're a piece of shit monster that I dream of ganking one day."
You reach to wipe the spit from your face, but he shoves your body down breaking the chair. You yelp as you feel a piece of wood cut through your hip. Instinctively, you push out your scales and the pain is gone, but your anger is just beginning.
"Listen here, you piece of shit ghost," you say standing up. "I'm much more than a monster. And if I ever got the chance to tear you apart, I would. Unfortunately, Garth and Sam are on their way in here right now."
Dean walks back to the bed and sits down as his phone begins to ring. You bring your scales back in as the two other boys enter the room.
"Dean? What the hell, man? We went to the hospital. You're not answering your phone." Sam says hanging up.
Dean stands up and raises his gun at Sam. "You should have looked for me when I was in Purgatory."
"Come on, Dean. I know it's not you in there pulling the strings."
"Shut up!" Dean suddenly points the gun at Garth who was reaching for his gun. "Don't!" He turns back to Sam. "You never even wanted this life. Always blamed me for pulling you back into it."
"That's not true." Sam is getting more heartbroken with Dean's words.
"Really? Cause everything you've ever done since you climbed into my ride has been to deceive me."
"What do you want me to say? That I've made mistakes? I've made mistakes, Dean."
You and Garth both chime in. "That's not Dean, Sam."
"Shut up! Mistakes? Well, let's go through some of Sammy's greatest hits." You can tell this day isn't going to end well. "Drinking demon blood, check. Being in cahoots with Ruby. Not telling me that you lost your soul. Or how about running around with Samuel for a whole year, letting me think that you were dead while you're doing all kinds of crazy. Those aren't mistakes, Sam. Those are choices!"
"All right. You said it. We've both played a little fast and loose," Sam is really trying at this point.
"Yeah, I might have lied, but I never once betrayed you. I never once left you to die. And for what, a girl? You left me to die for a girl?"
Dean or not, this stuff is hurting Sam. You know it because he punches Dean in the face and tries to grab the gun. He pushes Dean into the glass divider in the room, breaking it as he continues to punch his brother. They continue to fight for the gun, but Garth gets between them.
"Garth don't!" Sam warns.
"No, he won't kill me." Garth reassures him. "His beef isn't with me. You're not gonna shoot me, are you, Dean?"
Dean doesn't answer, he just says, "Move."
"Come on, Dean. You do not want to kill your brother. You – you've been protecting him your whole life. Don't stop now."
"He left me to rot in Purgatory!"
"All right. All right. Maybe he did. I don't know. I wasn't there. But I'm sure he had his reasons."
"Just like you had your reasons for Benny." Sam adds.
"Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you've ever been! That's right. Cas let me down. Kate let me down. You let me down. The only person that hasn't let me down is Benny."
"I know you're angry. But, man, you got to fight this thing. Do not do this! Just let it go. Come on, Dean." Garth keeps trying to calm him down.
"Goodbye, Sam." Dean's words make you scream for Sam.
Dean attempts to push by Garth, but Garth punches him. You watch as the penny falls from Dean's hand. Just like that it was over, sort of. Garth keeps the penny to melt. You notice that there's not one dark spot in that boy's mind. Sam finally gets up and goes into the bathroom. He's still freaking out about what just happened. You all take some time to focus on what just happened.
Later that night, Dean walks Garth out to his car. He probably wants to apologize or something. You take a moment to talk to Sam, but he doesn't want to discuss what Dean said. All of this is going to suck tomorrow.
