Being a Winchester meant being strong, confident, and courageous. Right now, Kate didn't feel any of those things. Being the youngest…the only girl…with two overprotective brothers meant it was okay to be weak sometimes. She relied on them for a lot more than she gave them credit for. As she grew up, they taught her how to fight and how to escape, but didn't really help with how to deal with her emotions, which was currently her hardest obstacle.
She just turned twenty two and things seemed to be going well for her; she had a boyfriend for four months so far (her second longest relationship), the hunts seemed to be fairly simple, and she was even allowed to go out to a bar tonight sans brothers. A beautiful concoction for a grand old time, so she thought.
She was in her room getting ready for the evening, taking a break every once in a while to enjoy the fact she could do this in peace rather than be in a crappy motel room with her clothes scattered on the closest bed and one inch of a sink to work with. Her long dark waves fell past her shoulders for one of the first times as she decided to finally take it out of her signature pony tail. She reached for her makeup bag and stared blankly at her reflection, realizing she really doesn't know how to do much makeup. There was never really a reason to wear it and was just an extra unnecessary step in her hectic and messy life.
Her green eyes looked down and finally settled on just throwing on some mascara, leaving her lightly freckled face bare. She shrugged and walked over to her dresser, grabbing a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a form fitting red flannel, then threw on her converse shoes. 'This is about as good as it's getting' she thought to herself as she looked in the mirror.
Hearing voices down the hall, she smiled and made her way to Zack. She walked down the hallway to see Sam and Dean carrying a friendly conversation with the kid. She met Zack years ago when they were in middle school together and they kept in touch ever since. "Wow" Zack smiled, looking over to Kate. Any other boy and her brothers would be deep in interrogation but since they knew he was not one bit interested in girls, they stood down.
"I'll be back before two" she said, grabbing Zack's arm and quickly walking towards the door of the bunker. "Excuse me…" Dean countered. "You'll be back by midnight." Sam looked over at Kate, then to Dean. "She's not Cinderella, man, it's an extra two hours" he said, looking into the hardened face of his brother. "Exactly, two extra hours she could be back here and not out…at a bar…with a bunch of drunk creeps" Dean stated. Kate watched the banter between the two and sighed. "I'll be back by one then…okay?" When all she got was a grunt, she smiled and waved before heading out the door.
Once they were alone in the car, she sighed heavily and rest her head back against the seat, smiling. "I can't believe they're actually letting me do this." Zack looked over to Kate and then back to the road. "Right? I mean they were intense when we were kids, I'm sure years of more practice didn't help them ease up any." Kate laughed and shook her head. "Nope. I'm just ready to have a fun…normal night with you. I needed this."
Zack nodded his head and continued to drive to the bar twenty minutes from the bunker. "Me too. Ready to hit on some guys and lose my feelings in some vodka." Kate cringed at the mention of vodka. "I'll stick with beer."