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Katie was really enjoying her new school. She had a nice teacher, Mrs. Johnson, and loved all of the subjects. She was learning new things right and left. She had a real enthusiasm for learning, but was starting to show signs of Dean's same desire for mediocrity. Ever since Dean and Sam had found out about Katie's below grade reading level, they had tried to be more involved in helping her with homework. They both were constantly telling her she could ask them for help if she didn't understand something. Today she was finally going to take them up on that offer.

Katie looked over at her brothers from where she was sitting on the couch. Dean was sitting at the small table by the window, perusing through the area newspapers, trying to find another case for John, who was out finishing up a hunt right now. Sam was sitting on the other side of the table, eagerly working on his History homework. Katie slowly got up off the couch and made her way over to them. "Guys," she stated. They both looked at her. "I need you to help explain something the teacher talked about today," she began as she looked from Sam to Dean.

"Well if it's Math, Science, Social Studies, or English…sorry, can't help you," Dean joked as he laid down the newspaper on the table.

"It's not any of those. At least I don't think so," Katie said. She paused as her eyes looked upward, trying to think what subject this topic would fall under. She couldn't figure out which one it would be.

"Well sit," Sam said as he gently pushed out a chair for her to join them. She slowly took a seat and bit her bottom lip nervously. She couldn't decide which question would be best to lead with. She just had too many!

"Enough with the dramatic pauses already. You've been hanging with Sammy too much," Dean said, almost exasperated. He always liked to just get to the point as quick as possible, but his younger siblings had been known to draw things out. Sam glared at him before he turned his attention back to his sister and slightly nodded, encouraging her to go on.

"Um…so…when did you guys start your period?" Katie began. Sam and Dean both exchanged panicked glances as they awkwardly shifted in their seats. Ok, maybe that wasn't the best question to lead with after all. Katie interpreted their silence as a need to explain more. "The teacher told us today that it can happen whenever cuz we're growing up and we should talk to our family about it," she finished. The dumbfounded look on their faces made her get nervous, thinking this might be one of those blacklisted topics in the Winchester family. There were so many things they just never talked about…why John was gone all the time, what happened to their mom, why they moved around…she had learned early on you just avoided those topics, especially with their father. But Mrs. Johnson had said the students should talk to their family about this stuff, and they were the only family she had.

"Katie, guys don't have…er…um...that," Dean said. Cuss words could fly off the tip of his tongue without a second thought, but when it came to anything related to girls and their personal matters, he got all tongue tied and became the textbook definition of awkward. He was not liking this conversation—at all. He did not want to think of his sister as anything but that: a little sister. Definitely not a girl, much less a woman. He cringed in disgust at the thought.

"Yeah-huh! Mrs. Johnson said that you get real grumpy and sometimes feel like eating a lot right before it starts. That pretty much describes you, Dean! All you do is eat and grump around," Katie explained, innocently. She felt like her logic was valid.

Sam quickly put his hand up over his mouth to stifle a laugh before saying, "Yes, Dean, that does sound like you. Are you on your period?" Sam had to take full advantage of such a great situation. The Winchester brothers spent most of their time picking on each other, but it was a rare occasion when Sam got poke fun at Dean without even trying.

"Sam!" Dean grumbled in a low tone. Sam couldn't take the smile off of his face; this was all just too great—something to remember for the future. Katie noticed the weird interaction between her brothers and furrowed up brow in frustration that she was not being let in on the apparent joke.

Since Sam wasn't being any help in answering her question, Dean spoke up. "Katie…," he began as he looked back at her. He took a deep breath, not even knowing where he was going to go with this. "Katie, guys don't have a freaking…per... you know." He couldn't let the actual word come out of his mouth. Why couldn't his dad be here to deal with this? Not that John would know how to handle it any better, but at least that meant Dean would be off the hook.

Katie's frustration immediately changed to pure confusion. This was news to her. "Did you even pay attention?" Dean asked accusingly.

"Yes, I paid attention! She told us about periods and pads and boobs and lots of other things," Katie said. Apparently she had never received the Winchester memo that contained the list of words that Dean had forbidden to come out of his little's sisters mouth.

Dean quickly picked up and looked at his phone. "Oh crap. Look at the time. I have to go pick up that pizza we ordered or we won't have dinner. Sam can answer your questions," he said as he rushed to grab his car keys and practically all but ran out the door and to the car before Sam or Katie had a chance to respond.

Sam just sat back in his chair, still in disbelief at what just happened. He had been sitting with Dean for the last hour and a half and he most definitely did not order a pizza. "Wimp," he thought as he looked out to the window to see Dean scurry off in the Impala. Some great, big brother he was.

"So was Dean right?" Katie asked, with big green, innocent eyes, drawing Sam away from his thoughts. She always trusted what Dean said, but she couldn't believe she had missed such a fundamental fact.

"Yeah, he was. Guys don't have that stuff. Didn't the boys go to a different room when you talked about all this?" Sam asked softly, not wanting to upset her or make her feel stupid for coming to him with questions. As much as he was uncomfortable talking about this stuff, and it wasn't like he understood it very well either, but he wanted Katie to have someone to talk to about things.

"Yeah, Mr. Clark took all the boys," Katie replied, still not seeing the connection Sam was trying to make.

"See? That's because boys and girls…um…have different things to discuss," he explained as he picked up his pencil and nervously began to spin it in his hand. He really didn't mind talking about these things with her, unlike Dean, but he was inwardly praying that she did not ask what those differences were. Now that was not a conversation he would be having with his little sister.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense," she said.

Sam felt his shoulder relax and he laid down the pencil again as a wave of relief washed over him. There was a short pause and Sam knew what he had to ask next. His poor sister had no female figures in her life. Not a mother or even an aunt. The closest one was probably the motel maids they met in each town. So that left just him, Dean, and their dad who were poor makeshift female role models. He suddenly felt bad that she had to figure this stuff out on her own, and was surprised she had been brave enough to bring it up to them. The last thing he wanted to do was make her think that they didn't care or would freak out, when she wanted to talk. "Do you have…I mean…have you started your…," he trailed off.

"Oh, no. I don't plan to. It doesn't sound fun," she responded nonchalantly as she sat back in her chair. She hadn't liked what Mrs. Johnson had talked about and just decided it wasn't for her.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure you don't have a choice," Sam replied gently.

"Yeah-huh. I'm in charge of my body, so I'm just going to tell it 'no'," she explained, seeing no problem with her reasoning.

"Um, well, if that's doesn't work out for you…and…well, when you…do have it, you know you can come to me to talk about…whatever. Captain Awkward won't be much help," Sam finished as he nodded towards the seat where Dean had been minutes earlier. Sam was having a hard time getting the words out too, but at least he had stuck around to actually have a conversation with her.

"Thanks, Sammy," she said. She didn't understand why Sam was convinced that she was wrong, but it was still nice of him to show he cared. She got up and gave him a big hug and smile before going back over to her spot on the couch where she had been doing her Math homework.

She tried to get back to work, but her thoughts wouldn't let her. "I don't get it. Why was Dean so freaked out? I hear him and Sam talk about girls all the time! Just yesterday they were even talking about boobs! What's the big deal?"

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door open. Dean cautiously peeked his head inside to do a once over of the motel room, making sure Sam and Katie had concluded their 'discussion'. When he spotted Katie on the couch and Sam at the table, he knew the coast was clear. The conversation was over.

"Pizza's here!" Dean announced, closing the door behind him. He went over and dropped his car keys, phone, and pizza on the table before heading over to the fridge to grab some drinks.

"'Kay, almost done!" Katie replied as she tried to hurry and finish the last problem.

Sam quickly glanced over to the kitchen to make sure Dean was facing the other way. Sure that he was, Sam reached out and snatched his brother's phone off the table. He opened it up and clicked on the call log and rolled his eyes. He had been right all along. Just then, Dean turned around with cups and a 2 liter of Coke in his hand and saw his phone in Sam's hands. "Sam! Quit touching my stuff!" he yelled.

In 3 quick strides Dean was already over beside him and sat the things down on the table. He reached out to grab his phone but Sam quickly pulled it away. He then turned the phone around to show Dean what was on the screen. "Ordered pizza, huh? So weird. It doesn't show up here in your calls." A smug smile spilled across his face. Nothing better than catching his older brother in a lie. Oh this day just got better.

"Give me that," Dean said harshly as he was finally able to rip the phone out of Sam's hands. He glared at his little brother, very annoyed that he had felt the need to point that out. Sam stared at him, blinking, as if waiting for some sort of retort or response. "Shuddup," Dean said as he opened the pizza box and tried to ignore Sam's laugh that was taunting him.