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READ THIS: just to let everybody know so no one's confused... When it's in Katherine's POV(3rd person), her name is Emma- because that's who she thinks she is. But when it's in Dean's, she's Katherine. Emma and Katherine = SAME PERSON
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Dean Winchester shot back another whiskey, letting the amber liquid slowly burn down his throat and into his gut. It hadn't been a good day. The hunt had been bad, they'd lost two people to a werewolf, who happened to be a young kid they had to execute. But while this whole thing was happening, Sam kept bitching to Dad about keeping stuff from them. Their father had obviously blown up on the youngest Winchester. Ergo the drinking.
He gave his waitress a sultry smirk as she refilled his glass. As his eyes slid down her curves, a flash of dark blonde hair caught his gaze.
Two women were wandering through the pulsating crowd, laughing and yelling to be heard over the loud music. One had honey blonde hair to her shoulders. She was facing him. She had blue eyes and a sweet smile. But his eyes were glued to the other one.
The way she moved through the crowd tugged at his memory. She weaved through the grinding college students like a fish through water. She moved like a Hunter. When she finally turned his heart stopped. He knew that face- he'd never, ever forget the face of the one person who always had his back. But how…
She was tanner than he remembered, but she still had that splash of freckles across her nose, just like he did. Her emerald green eyes twinkled as she laughed with her friend. She had long caramel hair fishtailed 'till it reached her butt. He frowned. The girl he knew liked to keep her hair short, making it 'prime hunting hair'.
Katherine. She was alive. It had been so long since that fateful night when his twin was ripped from his arms when they were only 15. Now here she was, a college student. Hurt stabbed through him like a heated blade. Why hadn't she tried to find him? He thought she was dead.
His eyes followed the pair, thoughts of getting laid gone from his mind, as they made their way towards the bar he was slouching at. He arranged himself so he could still see them without being too open about it. He heard bits and pieces of their conversation as they passed.
"You know, you never told me about your past. We're best friends and roommates. How did this happen?" The blonde one asked, incredulous. Dean snorted, this should be good. His gaze returned to his twin, expecting a guilt-ridden sibling. Instead, she looked confused. This didn't really surprise him. She'd always been good at hiding her real emotions.
"When I woke up in the hospital six years ago, I just remembered my name. The doctors said it was probably trauma that was suppressing my memory because I was in real bad shape when the police found me." Dean's hand clenched the glass tightly as he listened. "So they put me in the foster system. It's all they could do 'cause no one clammed me."
Dean felt his heart constrict as if a boa was wrapped around it. What the hell happened to her?