That conversation happened hours ago, where she was now she wasn't sure but it definitely wasn't the car. Her head was pounding and she felt a cool breeze over her. She dared her eyes to open and almost instantly regretted it. Her head felt like it was being split open, she could barely see anything with much clarity. She looked up and noticed she was on the floor, a window cracked open for the cool spring air to brush over her bare skin. Her bare skin. She let that sink in as she looked down and noted she was completely naked. Her heart pounded, her mind trying to keep up with all she was just learning, but still fighting her on this headache.
"What the hell?" She looked around and saw an alarm clock in the distance, it looked like it said four, that couldn't be right. She was supposed to be home by now. Where the hell was she? She forced herself up and grabbed her clothes which were scattered everywhere, ignoring pains that started igniting all over. She looked around for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found and she had to contact someone. There was no sign of anyone else and she was hoping to keep it that way; she didn't want to know what would happen if they came back. She quickly snuck out of the apartment and down the staircase, being mindful of every painful move.
Though she knew calling her brothers would be the best move, it was one she wasn't looking forward to in the least right now. Kate walked over to the payphone across the street, hyperaware of every noise. She wracked her brain, trying to remember phone numbers. She dialed what she was sure was Dean's primary cell phone. "Hello?" came a gruff voice almost instantly. Kate knew he was waiting up for her.
"Dean" she said in a small voice. "Where the hell are you, Katherine?!" Dean practically screamed on the other end. Her heart began to race as fear entered her. "I'm sorry…I…I'm…I'm fine" she finally managed. "Look, I'm not sure where I am…can you…come get me?" She knew it was late and that he should be asleep, which would only add to his anger.
"You realize it's four in the damn morning?! You don't text or talk to anyone for hours, Kate! Can't track your damn phone" She swallowed thickly and looked down at the sidewalk, tears filling her eyes and threatening to spill any second. "Dean please…I'm…just tired" she managed to get out. She wanted to say more, wanted to say she was terrified and not sure what the hell was going on. "What cross section are you at?" he grumbled before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. She gave him the directions and stayed against the building, waiting for his arrival.
She stood there, the cool breeze blowing her direction every now and then, letting stray hairs fly as they may and goosebumps to cover her skin. Her heart was pounding, but not as much as her head. Her body ached, informing her of exactly what happened without even fully remembering. Where was Zack? Her mind was racing, trying to remember the last thing she could, but all that kept coming up was the car ride to the bar. There was still a lot more hours to account for.
As she stood there, staring down at the sidewalk, she heard a car pull up and "Hey!" simultaneously, making her jump. She looked up to see Dean and walked slowly to the car, not wanting him to catch her limping or tip him off in any way. As soon as she carefully sat down, he started in on her. "Where the hell have you been Katherine?! Sam and I have been up for hours trying to reach out, worried sick. We couldn't trace your phone… Do you know what dad would say if he were here?!"
Kate just sat there, letting him ramble on as she looked at her knees, playing with her fingernails a little as he continued on. "That's the first and last time you'll ever be allowed out to a bar. The last time you'll be out alone for a while."
When she didn't say anything, Dean put the car in drive and drove off, then continued. "Well? What were you doing all night that you couldn't answer any phone calls?" Her mind was racing, trying to come up with something. "We were just out…longer than we thought, got carried away hanging out with people, went to a house party…" She pathetically ended, knowing it wasn't much detail to go on. Dean scoffed and shook his head. "You're not much of a partier, doesn't sound like a likely story. Want to try again?" She didn't dare look at him, knowing that her face was probably bruised to hell as she felt a black eye and her cheek was swollen, and she wasn't very good at lying either. "No. That's it" she said.