As promised: chapter 4
"Heyyy" a deep, sexy voice greeted. Dean slowly turned on his bar stool, knowing who it was. The blonde who'd come in with Kat teetered before him. He gave her his best smile, showing off his trademarks 'Winchester dimples'. But his heart wasn't into it.
She was hot, no doubt about it. Long legs led up to a slim waist, following a perfect hourglass figure to a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Her hair looked soft, practically begging him to tangle his fingers in it. His hands twitched with the desire to yank her onto his lap. If it wasn't for the girl behind the blonde, he probably would've dropped a few one-liners and taken her to a hotel room.
Kat was looking at him- he could practically see the gears turning frantically in her mind trying to recognize him. He nodded in greeting, not sure what to say. The blonde's unfocused gaze slid down his body, practically undressing him right then and there. In any other case, this would've thrilled him, but he just felt uncomfortable.
"You're sexy." She blurts. "I mean, realllly sssssexy. I just wanna-"
"What she actually means is that she wants to introduce herself." Kat stepped in, putting a supportive arm around her friend's waist. But her body language was clear: touch her and you lose your manly parts. He winced at the thought: Kat had a very strong kick. "This is Harriet, and I'm Emma. Please forgive her eagerness, she's had way too much to drink."
Harriet gave her a petulant look. "I've had just as much as you have." She whined, swaying slightly.
"I told you, you can never drink more than I can. Beside, you're a lightweight. You have three beers and you're a mess!" Dean couldn't help but smile. She'd told him the same thing over and over again, but he'd never listened; nothing had changed.
"I'm Dean. Do you know why this place is so crowded?" Kat gave him a friendly smile; it felt more like a punch to the gut.
"These are all college kids from Stanford; both of us go there. It's the weekend, so we're all blowing off some steam." She gave her friend a look. "Some of us a little too much steam." Her friend simply stuck out her tongue. With a roll of her eyes- something she only reserved for her brothers- she turned back to Dean. It hurt to see her use the 'sibling look' on this complete stranger.
"Wow, Stanford. Guess you're pretty smart then. What are you studying?"
She smiled again, her eyes lighting up. "A major in Psychology and a minor Dead Languages and Myths/Legends- like demons and monsters, things like that." He couldn't help but smile at the irony.
"So what are you doing here?" It was so good to hear her voice again. Too bad it was the one question her couldn't truly answer.
"Business." Was his short reply. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. Kat gestured for him to continue. "Well, I'm just here to get a break, actually." Damn. He didn't mean for that to slip out. Kat could always get him to talk.
"She cocked her head, studying him. She turned to her drunk friend, whispering something into her ear. The girl… what was her name? Harriet! Harriet nodded and stumbled back to her table.
Kat slid onto the stool beside him with that boneless grace a dancer would be jealous of. "Sorry about that." She nodded, letting him know she was listening.
He didn't even hesitate. It was so nice to talk to his twin again, even if she didn't remember him. A flash of pain shot through him. He missed her so damn much. How was he gonna get her back?
"Well, my dad and brother have always had a tough relationship but they always managed to get along when it came to my sister." He chuckled at the memory. "She somehow managed to get them to forgive each other whenever it got bad." His face grew somber. "But then she vanished and things fell apart."
"My mom died when I was five and that hardened my father. but her adored my sister. She used it to her advantage." he said with a laugh. "When she disappeared, it tore him up real bad. He became cold and reclusive. That obviously spurned my idiot brother to push him even more."
"And you're the one that stands in the middle and ends up ripped to shreds." She said quietly, a frown on her face.
He nodded, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I just got tired of playing referee, so I came here."
She watched him for a time before asking quietly "How bad do the fights get?" Her eyes held no judgement, just compassion. Dean's own eyes welled at the sight. It had been so long since anyone had shown him compassion.
"Usually, it isn't that bad but tonight... they just... exploded. they've been fighting, and it's been bad, but... tonight they just went for the jugular. Some of the things they said... I wish they'd just stop, you know? Isn't our family screw up enough as it is?" He asked in a broken voice.
Without hesitation, Kat pulled him into a tight hug. He rested his forehead on her shoulder; he could always be open with his twin. "I know it seems rough and that it'll get better, but you're family. Family is always there for each other, no matter what." She gave Dean a confident smile. "One thing you should do though is knock some sense into them. " He looked at her, open-mouthed. "Or at least talk to them. I mean, it's not fair for you to have to watch your family be ripped apart." Dean smirked. Even when she had amnesia, Kat still had his back.
Kat gave Harriet a concerned look; she was wobbling while sitting down. "I gotta go, she's gonna have a bitch headache when she wakes up. Bye Dean, I hope things work out between your dad and brother."
She gave him a kind smile, slipped off the stool, grabbed her smashed friend and disappeared from Dean's world. Again.
Dean sprinted to his beloved Impala, twisting the keys, sending her roaring to life. He couldn't help but smile at the sound. Damn, his car was awesome. It was pretty quiet when he pulled up at the motel his family was staying at. Definitely different from what was going on before he stormed out to get drunk.
Unlocking the door, he surveyed the damage. A few broken lamps, cuff marks on the floor, and dents in the wall. No bad for the level of tension and hostility going through this room not three hours ago. Twin lumps were in each bed, facing away from each other. Great. Now they're giving each other the silent treatment; are we back in preschool?
With an eye roll, Dean marched over to the considerably longer lump and slapped it. Hard. "Hey" came the sleepy, indignant reply. Sam roused himself enough to give his older brother a half-hearted smack. "Jerk" he grumbled, covering his head with the covers.
"Bitch." Dean shot back, yanking the quilt back. "I'd hate to interrupt your beauty sleep, Samantha, but I've got some big news." He let the bait sit for a time. Any second now…
"Is it a new hunt?" Sam mumbled. Gotcha. Dean smirked; he could play his brother like a violin sometimes.
"It's about Katherine." Dean whispered, not wanting to wake his slumbering father. His little brother sat up, now 67% awake at the mention of his lost sister's name. That name was never spoken in his family. Hardly ever from his dad - never from Dean. Sam's eyes blew wide, then filled with sadness and pity.
"No way, I'm sorry Dean, but she got stolen by demons. That's never a good thing and they never leave survivors." Dean curled his hands into fists, rage boiling in his gut.
"I think I'd know my own twin when I see her, Sam." He growled. "Now, are you in or out?"
Sam studied his older brother's hard expression and did a double take when he saw something different in Dean's eyes. Dean's green orbs had a spark in them - one he hadn't seen since their sister was dragged away from them all those years ago. "Alright." He agreed. "Now let me go back to sleep." Sam groaned, falling back down on the bed.
Dean chuckled and flopped on the couch, but he knew he wasn't gonna get any sleep tonight. She was alive. But how was he gonna get her back?
There's my little tid-bit. Poor Dean! (don't worry, things get better for him)