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Note: This chapter takes place sometime during Season 1.

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The motel door creaked as Sam opened it. Tired of his snail's pace, an impatient Kate shoved past him to get inside faster. Taking her cue, Dean smirked as he also pushed his way through, leaving an annoyed Sam to shut the door. Kate took the five steps required to reach the foot of the bed and threw herself on it face up, leaving her feet dangling off the edge. "Another one bites the dust," she announced as she basked in a moment of relaxation as she closed her eyes and rested her hands behind her head.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean mumbled as he threw his jacket and car keys on the table. He grabbed his duffle and headed towards the bathroom, only to be stopped by Sam who was already standing in the door. Dean looked back at the motel door and then to Sam again, baffled as to how he had managed to move so fast. "What, do you have teleporting skills you want to tell us about?"

Sam gave him his infamous 'bitch face' and decided to ignore his comment. "Sorry, man. First come, first serve," Sam said unapologetically. He turned around and started to shut the door, but a loud thump from Dean's hand stopped it from closing.

"Hell no. I'm the one who did most of the grave digging. You and your sidekick over there," he motioned to Kate, "barely did a thing. So. Move. Ass. Now," Dean threatened.

"Hey! It's not my fault someone lost our other shovel. What did you want me to do? Dig with my hands?" Kate defended from her spot over on the bed, not even looking over at them. It felt so good to have her eyes closed. "You should let him go first, Sammy. He does smell more like ass than usual." She scrunched up her nose in complete exaggeration.

"See? 2 against 1. Now move," Dean said before he had a chance to really analyze the insult Kate had actually thrown at him. Sam was caught off guard by Kate siding with Dean, so he wasn't able to defend himself as Dean forcibly pulled him out of the doorway and quickly shut and locked the door. Sam didn't even have a chance to retaliate.

He went and threw his bag beside Kate on the bed, as if to make a point. "Since when are you on Team Dean?"

She still didn't feel a need to open her eyes and look at Sam; she already knew the annoyed off look he was giving her. "I'm only on the most important team. Aka Team Kate. And this girl couldn't handle the stank that was reeking off of him," Kate explained as she motioned to the bathroom door.

Sam walked up to the foot of the bed and stared at his sister with her closed eyes. He felt the sudden urge to take his frustration out on someone. "Brat," he said as he suddenly grabbed both her ankles and in one swift movement pulled her right off the bed. When she landed with a loud plop, a satisfied smile spilled across his face. He made his way over to the small table by the window to wait his turn to shower.

Kate grunted as she slowly pushed herself up off the floor, rubbing her backside. So much for her relaxation. "You've been MIA for 4 years, so let me catch you up on a life lesson. Apparently you smell worse with age."

"I heard that!" Dean yelled from the bathroom right before he turned on the shower. Sam gave Kate an approving smile before she went over to join him.

After all 3 Winchesters were freshly showered, they piled in the Impala and went down the road to the 24 hour diner they had spotted earlier to get some supper. They were exhausted after this last hunt, but no Winchester could sleep on an empty stomach.

Kate chose a booth close to the door and scooted in. Both Sam and Dean wanted to sit alone on the opposite side, so they raced the last 3 feet to the booth. Dean won as he slid into the seat, throwing Sam a victory smile. Kate looked between both of them. "You guys sure know how to make a gal feel special," she said in a fake southern accent as she batted her eyelashes.

Sam took a seat beside her and sighed in defeat. "You're special alright."

"Yeah, short bus special," Dean joked. Kate stuck out her tongue at him. "And apparently you're also 5." Dean laced his hands together and placed them on top of the menu, not feeling a need to even look at it. He already knew what he wanted and it was basically an unwritten law that every rundown diner had it.

"Pretty sure when I was 5, I couldn't do this." Kate paused and Dean gave her a confused look, not sure what she was referring to.

All of a sudden, the silverware shook as Dean's knee hit the table underneath. Kate crossed her arms and sat back in her seat happily because her shin kick was a success. Sam stifled a laugh as Dean shot them daggers with his eyes and rubbed his knee.

While they were waiting on their food to arrive, Kate was busy ignoring her brothers' annoying conversation. She couldn't be bothered to even figure out the topic, she just knew it was boring. Instead she decided to work on cleaning the graveyard dirt out from underneath her fingernails. "Damnit!" she cursed. She felt their gazes shift to her and she innocently looked up, not having realized she cursed out loud. "What? I broke my freaking nail again." She held up her right hand as if to prove her point.

Dean raised his eyebrows at her in disbelief. "Could you be any more of a girl?"

Kate angrily put her hand back down, suddenly finding it an insult to be called girly. She was far from being the type of girl who got upset over a broken fingernail, but it had been partially torn and when she pulled it off, it took a larger chunk of the nail with it. Even her fingernails never wanted to cooperate with her. "Seriously? I think we all know you're more girl than I am," she retorted. Both boys looked at her like she had just said demons were good. She couldn't have been further from the truth.

"Ok, now that's the dumbest thing you've ever said," Dean responded. Kate met Sam's confused gaze and gave him a half smile, assuring him she had a plan.

"Come on, Dean. Just look at yourself." She paused as they all checked Dean out, trying to find hints of "girlism" on him. "You wear more jewelry than I do!" He instantly grabbed his necklace, ironically with the same hand that he wore a silver ring on. Kate gestured towards his neck, proving her case.

"Well I don't wear it to feel pretty, dipshit. I don't need any help in that department." Dean sported his cocky side grin. Cue the eye rolls from both Sam and Kate.

"Yeah, yea. We all know Sammy here," she landed a loud pat on his back, "gave you that necklace blah-blah, so-special, cry-cry, pass a tissue. But why exactly do you wear a freaking ring anyway?"

Dean suddenly removed his grasp from the necklace and put his hands in his lap, out of their sight. He protectively rubbed his fingers over the ring as he contemplated what to say. "You wouldn't understand," he said in a low, almost inaudible voice.

Not hearing what he had said, Kate continued joking. "I mean, it's not like it's a purity ring."

Sam, who had kept out of it until now, burst out laughing. "Can you imagine? THE Dean Winchester turning down sex?"

Kate shifted in her seat so she was facing Sam and started laughing along with him. In her best 'bimbo' voice she said, "Oh yes. Hi. I'm blond, busty, sexy, legal and ssoooo drunk. Take me to bed and do with me as you please!"

Sam lowered his voice to imitate Dean's. "Golly gee, young lady. I just got too much respect for you. And you see this here ring?" Sam held up his hand and pointed to an imaginary ring on his finger. "I'm saving myself for the right woman. I have morals." Kate and Sam high fived each other as they continued chuckling and turned to face Dean. Kate was expecting to be met with his 'haha, you're both little bitches' face. Instead she saw a flare of pure anger in his eyes.

"Come on! You can dish it out, but you can't take it?" Kate reasoned, not understanding what his problem was all of a sudden. Just then the waitress arrived with their food. They instantly paused the conversation and all slapped on smiles and politely received their meals, but once she left they returned to where they had left off.

"How about you both just shut the hell up," Dean threatened. His gaze burned into each one of them. Kate was taken back by how pissed off he appeared.

"Dude, I didn't know you'd get so upset over a freaking joke! It's just a ring," Sam said, as he took a bite of his salad.

"It's not just a ring," Dean said in a low voice that dripped with anger. His siblings looked at him, completely shocked by his tone. "It's mom's wedding band." And with that, he stood up and quickly pulled a few bills out of his wallet. He tossed them down in the center of the table before he made his way out the door.

Sam and Kate watched as he left the diner and then turned to one another, both dumbfounded by what was just revealed. "Did you know?" she asked quietly.

"Had no idea," he responded as he shook his head. They both went back to picking at their meals, eating in silence. Neither really felt up to eating much after what had just happened. Each one was lost in their thoughts. Kate saw Dean's untouched burger and fries sitting across from her and she felt awful. Had she known the real origin of that ring, she never would have joked about it. But it wasn't like Dean ever came out and talked about personal things.

Kate and Sam waited some time before they got up and made their way outside. Dean was leaning up against the side of the car with his hands shoved in his coat pockets. They slowly approached the car, not really sure what to say.

"Dean…," Kate began in a soft voice.

"Stop," Dean commanded as he made his way to the driver's door. Kate walked towards him, but Dean opened up the door, cutting off her path. He quickly got inside and shut the door, signaling an end to their would-be conversation. A defeated Kate glanced over the top of the car to Sam who gave her a sympathetic look. She quietly slipped into the back seat as Dean turned on the car. Not missing a beat, he clicked on the radio and turned it up to that magical volume that is not loud enough to burst your eardrums, but not quiet enough to allow for conversation. Kate threw her head back on the seat and let her shoulders fall. She knew Dean handled emotions differently than anyone else, but she wished she could just apologize and make it better. But all he needed was just a little time to cool off and move on, and she knew that. He wasn't one to ever hold a grudge or outwardly dwell on things. They arrived back at the motel and each went to bed without exchanging a single word.

The next morning Dean woke up and was feeling like his normal, devious self again. He wanted to make sure his siblings knew that he was over last night and essentially just wanted to move on and pretend it never happened, so he devised a plan with Sam's help.

"Kate! Kate!" Sam yelled as he shook a sleeping Kate. She half opened her eyes to see both of her brothers standing way too close to her. She scrunched up her face and was about to bitch them out, but Dean spoke first.

"Kate! Look, it's raining!" Dean exclaimed. The words barely had time to process through her tired brain when a sudden rush of cold water met her face. She screamed in protest as she instantly sat up. She wiped the water from her eyes and saw her brothers standing there laughing. She spotted the now empty glass in Dean's hand.

She threw off the covers. "You're both so dead!" she announced as she lunged towards them, inwardly knowing that it was already a lost battle against her 2 older, bigger brothers. She didn't care though because it meant that things were finally back to 'normal' with the Winchesters.