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This chapter is a second part to Chapter 8. A million thanks to Julie for the idea! YAY! If you guys have any other ideas/requests, feel free to message me :)

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So you don't have to go back and reread that chapter, I'll freshen your memory. Dean saw Kate kiss a boy and freaked out and all around overreacted when he confronted her about it at home. At the end of that chapter, he decided instead of going to kill the little punk, he was going to go to a bar. And that's where this chapter picks up!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 3.

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Dean needed to get all this off his mind. He was blindsided. Someone should have warmed him. Sam should have warned him. He mentally beat Sam up as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. He peeled out of the hotel parking lot, turning left to head into town. For all Dean had known, Kate still believed boys had cooties. But now she was swapping spit with them, so clearly she had passed Go and moved on. He searched desperately right and left; he needed to find that hole-in-the-wall bar he passed earlier as soon as possible. A cold beer was calling his name.

Dean walked through the doors and let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting inside. He glanced around. There were about 3 other people inside sitting over at a table in the corner. He shrugged his shoulders and headed over to the bar and took a seat on one of the high top chairs. "What can I get ya?" the young, male bartender asked.

"Whatever you got on tap," Dean replied. The bartender filled up a mug and sat it down in front of him.

"I'll have what he's having," came a voice from behind. Dean turned to his right and saw a petite, young, blond girl sit down beside him. The bartender handed the lady her beer.

Dean raised his mug towards her and said, "Cheers."

"Cheers," she replied as they clinked mugs. They sat in silence, both lost in their own thoughts as they drank.

"So what brings a pretty lady like you to a run down bar like this?" Dean asked as he looked around the place.

She took one last gulp of beer before responding, "Family drama."

"Ha...I can drink to that." Dean chuckled as he took another sip. He was tempted to pry for more information, but refrained. He cursed both of his siblings. Because of that stupid fight, the infamous Dean charm wasn't kicking in.

"Yeah…my dad…he passed away 9 years ago," she began, dragging Dean away from his thoughts. "Died on a hunting trip. He was from this small, podunk town, so we had him buried here. And...uh...once a year my mom and I make the trip to visit his grave," she finished. Dean looked her in the eyes. It was a look that showed the kind of sympathy only someone who understands what she was feeling could offer up.

"I'm sorry about your dad." Dean didn't know what else to say; he wasn't about to talk about losing his mom. He just couldn't.

"Thanks, but it's fine. Happened so long ago, you know? I was still in pigtails." Dean just nodded his head as they both went back to sipping on their beers.

"And what about you? What family drama brings you to drinking before 5 o'clock?" she asked as she looked up at the tractor clock hanging behind the bar.

"My little sister apparently has raging teenage hormones," Dean replied with a small smile, realizing how stupid it sounded when he said it out loud.

"Well I've been there, done that. But shouldn't your dad be the one sitting here depressed about his little girl growing up?" the blond lady replied with a laugh.

"Yeah, you'd think. Thing is he's usually busy with other stuff," Dean started. The girl raised her eyebrows at his last comment, silently asking for more details. "Yeah..um…with the family business. Hell, I'm the one who's raised her." He took a long drink of his beer. He couldn't believe he was sharing this information with a complete stranger. Heck, he still couldn't believe he wasn't hitting on her. Sam and Kate knew how to ruin the mood.

"Well you probably don't want my advice, but take it from a girl who knows a thing or two. You freak out and blow it out of proportion, you're going to push her away. I think all I did was sneak around with guys and lie after my mom flipped her shit. Trust me, if you act cool about it, she'll be more honest with you later."

Dean smiled at her and raised his glass. "You got a point there, blondie. Thanks," he said genuinely before he got lost in his own thoughts again. This random lady actually had a point. You try to control someone and you end up pushing them away. Dean immediately thought about Sam and his dad. He didn't want that to happen to him and Kate. He didn't want her to resent him. Oh don't get him wrong, he'd never be okay with her doing anything with anyone, but it beats the alternative of her sneaking around and getting knocked up in some trailer park when she was supposed to be studying at the library. Keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer. And these future douche bags definitely fell under the enemy column. His shoulders slumped as he realized what he had to get back to the hotel and do. He finished off his beer and took out his wallet and gave a bill to the bartender. "For both," he said as he nodded towards the girl.

"Thank you…uh…I don't think I ever even got your name," she said.

"Dean," he replied as he held out his hand.

"Thank you, Dean. By the way, I'm Jo." She shook his hand as they made eye contact.

"Well, I have to get going," Dean said as he stood up.

"Good luck with your sister," Jo said with a smile. Dean politely smiled back and made his way back out to the Impala. He took off back towards the hotel, dreading what was coming.

Dean cautiously walked through the door, not sure what to expect on the other side. Sam was sitting at the table on his computer and Kate was on the couch watching TV. They had gotten back from their ice cream run only 15 minutes ago. Sam and Kate looked over at the doorway. All 3 exchanged curious glances with one another.

"Hey Sam, go get us some grub. And pie," Dean said as he threw the keys to Sam. He caught them and gave Dean a confused look.

"But dude, you were just out!" Sam complained. Dean threw him a glare. Sam was always able to decode the true meaning behind the many glares of Dean. It was something he had learned when he was younger. This one was his 'don't-ask-questions-and-just-go' glare. He walked over to Dean and held out his hand. Dean grunted as he pulled out his wallet and slammed a $20 in his hand. Sam smiled triumphantly and headed out, closing the door behind him.

Kate quickly turned back towards the TV and closed her eyes, thinking if she couldn't make eye contact with him, he wouldn't notice her. It had worked when she was little, so why not now? She already knew something was up because the room reeked of awkwardness and it was literally radiating off of Dean in waves. He walked up and took a seat beside her. "Dammit!" she inwardly cursed. He had spotted her. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned off the TV. "As if it wasn't already awkward enough. Now we have to suffer in silence!" Kate didn't like where this was going. An awkward Dean was an unpredictable Dean.

"Katie, listen," he began. "I get that you like boys..and stuff. And I don't like it. Hell, I will never be okay with it. Nobody will ever be good enough, you know? You'll only ever really need me and Sammy anyway. But, uh…just…I...um…" Dean stumbled over his own words. Kate rolled her eyes. Since when did Dean Winchester have trouble with words? "Just don't hide this stuff from me, okay? I promise I won't punch the kid."

Kate scrunched up her face in an 'I-don't-believe-you' look. "Okay, fine. That I can't promise. But I can promise not to kill the little bitch."

"You gotta realize I'm not your little 6 year old sister anymore, Dean," Kate said as he let out a frustrated sigh. "But you got a deal. No sneaking around. However, you have to pinky promise you won't freak out next time! You're so hard to put up with when you morph into annoying, overprotective mode."

"Deal." Dean responded. Kate held up her pinky finger and waited for Dean to do the same. He just stared at her and shook his head no.

"Deeeean, you have to. I know how much the word of a Winchester is worth. It's crap. So you have to pinky promise!" Kate was going to ask for it in writing, but figured he would definitely be opposed to that. Dean looked over his shoulder and all around the room, confirming they were indeed alone. He let out an annoyed grunt as he held up his pinky finger and they interlocked them. Kate smiled and now it was Dean's turn to roll his eyes. How did he let his sister talk him into such stupid stuff? He got up and made his way over to use the laptop, wanting to get away from this girly crap before he started to grow lady parts.

Kate turned back on the TV to help drown out the awkwardness that still filled the air. She couldn't help but let a huge smile escape across her face. She had been dreading the day Sam went off to college and left her with Dean, but now she was thinking it might not be so bad after all. Dean was starting to come around. Well, sort of, but she'd take it.