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Happy Thanksgiving!

Dean - 25

Sam - 21

Kate - 17

Kate stood along the curb, waiting for Dean to come pick her up after school, like she did every other day of the week. She had to keep up appearances, not wanting him to suspect that she'd skipped school for the second day in a row because that would just open a huge can of worms that she was dead set on avoiding. However, ditching school had been totally justified in her mind; she'd needed a mental health holiday. Or two. Hell, maybe she'd take a few more next week if the hurt and anger hadn't subsided by then. Finally, Dean pulled up in the Impala and it ripped her thoughts back to reality. She got into the car silently, closing the door and slinking into her seat as she turned to stare out the window, not wanting to encourage any conversation. As the car started to pull back out onto the road, she simply mumbled quietly, "Hey."

Dean stared straight out the front windshield, not looking at her. "How was your day?" he asked politely like he did any other normal day.

Kate rested her chin on her fist as she watched the school disappear out the window. "Like you care." Her tone wasn't exactly accusing, but there was no hiding her bad mood that seemed to be never ending over the past few days.

But Dean had never been one to let that tone slide with him. He did a slow take to her. "Wanna try that again, smart ass?"

She didn't even need to see him to feel his glare catching her on fire. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but still refusing to look at him. "The same as every other day," she muttered almost incoherently but just loud enough so he could hear it, still knowing she was treading on thin ice.

He breathed heavily through his nose. This piss poor mood of hers apparently didn't have an end in sight, and whether it was her bitchy time of month or just her being a flat out bitch, he was determined to play it cool and not give into her teenage bullshit. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." He pressed his foot onto the gas in frustration. He finally spoke again, dead set on trying to get to the bottom of what was going on, but still trying to play it cool. "Got a lot of homework tonight?"

She shrugged her shoulders and didn't say anything for a moment. "It's Friday. I don't have to do it until Sunday night, so who cares." Of course she had no idea if they truly did have homework but that was beside the point right now.

Dean pushed on, fully aware he was on to something, "You should probably get it done now. Don't want it hanging over your head all weekend. Take it from experience." He paused. "I mean, not MY experience. But Sam's, you know."

She made an annoyed tisk sound at hearing Sam's name before scoffing. "Like him? I'm nothing like him." Her body sank further into the seat as her eyes narrowed out the window. "I'll do my homework when I want to, Dean."

"No, you're going to do your homework when I damn well tell you to, Kate. And as for you being like Sam? Long hair, bitchy attitude, and clearly a girl. I don't see that much difference." His usual go-to: comedic relief when the situation was getting intense. He had hoped to start drawing her out of this teenage rebellion funk to get some answers, but that was clearly not happening.

Kate rolled her eyes. "You can't make me to do my homework. I'm 17 now. It's not like you ever did yours anyway, so what's your freaking problem with me?!" She had turned 17 only two weeks ago and along with it had seemed to come a whole new phase of teenage melodrama, much to Dean's disgust.

"What's my freaking problem with you?! You're the one who jumped up my ass the second you got in the car. And quite honestly, right now, you are sounding an awful lot like College boy, hate to burst your bubble." Because Sam sure had his fair share of bitchy mood moments toward the end of his high school life. Granted most of them had been directed solely at their father, but there was no doubting the resemblance between his two siblings right now.

"I didn't jump all over you! You are interrogating me with a thousand questions for no reason at all." Her voice grew louder with each word. "And I'm NOT like Sa...him. Quit saying that." Just letting the start of his name roll off her tongue was enough to make her insides curl.

The eldest Winchester was visibly taken aback at her sudden outburst. "Okay, so you're not like Sam! Calm down. What's wrong with you? You forget your anti-bitch pill this morning?"

She muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm fine." It was a classic Winchester lie, and her body language told a different story. "I'm just tired, okay?" she threw a lame excuse back at him, trying to get rid of some of the growing hostility between them and not wanting him to pry any more. Truth was she'd taken a nap even today in the woods while she was wasting time until the end of the school day.

"Okay, well, why don't you plan on going to bed early tonight then." He was secretly glad to see her coming down off of whatever bitchy soap box she was on. However, he didn't miss her not wanting to say Sam's name a second ago.

"Yeah, guess I will," she replied without emotion. As the motel came into view up the road, she sat up straighter in her seat. "So you going out to the bar tonight again?" She tried to make her voice sound casual, but Dean knew his sister too well. The glimpses of eagerness that bled through her tone didn't fly under his radar.

He eyed Kate with suspicion. "I was thinking about it. Why do you ask? Are you wanting to spend some quality time with your big brother?"

At the seeming open invitation, she sat up in her seat, overly excited about this new prospect. "If I say yes, does that mean I can go with you?" Because drinking enough to forget at a bar would be easier than sneaking out to a party to do just the same behind his back.

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline that she'd even though for a second that that had been his offer. "Are you serious? You do realize you're underage, right?"

"Like that ever stopped you when you were my age," she countered. And in any case, she had a fake ID that led the world to believe she was 21.

"Yeah, but not always in bars." He ran his tongue along his front teeth as he mulled over the idea for a moment. He knew his sister better than either of them would like to admit, so he had been well aware of her antics from the last two days, and what she had planned for tonight. He'd never let on because he wanted the truth to come to light instead of him confronting her like he was accustomed to doing. He knew there were pieces to the story he was missing and he'd hoped she'd inadvertently fill those in. After a few more moment of considering his idea and the alternative, he opted to go with his gut plan. "Since it was your birthday was a few weeks ago, what if, as a belated birthday gift, we stay in and drink in the room? That way, you can drink without attracting attention." And that way I can keep an eye on you, make sure you're safe he wanted to add but refrained.

She stared at him, feeling like her jaw had hit the floor. So unexpected and out of the blue. Where was this new Dean coming from and what was his end game? But free alcohol and not even having to sneak out for it? The offer was tempting, but clearly there had to be some catch to it. "One, is this a real offer…and two…" She hesitated for a moment before adding, "What if Dad finds out?" Because that was really the first thing on her mind whenever she was about to do something he wouldn't approve of.

"Well, if you run out and get yourself wasted, you could end up in jail, or knocked up, or God knows what else, and you and I will both be up shit creek without a paddle when it comes to Dad. But if I keep you here with me, then Dad will never be the wiser." He looked over at her, holding one hand out. "What do you say? We got a deal?"

On any given day of his life, Dean never would have even fathomed offering to drink with his little sister—he held her to a different standard, one where she would end up better off and wiser than he ever was. But after sensing her volatile state right now (when wasn't he attuned to his siblings' feelings?), he realized that she was going to end up drinking whatever hurt feeling she had tonight, whether he said so or not. If they did this together, then there wasn't anything bad that could come out of it and suddenly this idea was the best he had—the only alternative letting his kid sister go to some lame party and get drunk with some hooligans that he'd probably have to end up strangling. And quite frankly he wasn't in the mood to have to cover up any homicides this weekend.

Completely oblivious to his rational, she punched him lightly in the arm. "I so wouldn't get knocked up! 'Glove before love', didn't you teach me that?" she said with a smirk and watched as Dean's face turned to an awkward disgust at thinking about his little sister doing...that. He vaguely remembers telling her that in an impromptu sex talk they'd had—but he'd tried to block every second of that chat from his memory. He shuddered at the thought. Kate continued to smirk and stared down at his hand, contemplating the idea for a second longer, but truth be told, getting drunk and never having to actually leave the room? That was an offer she couldn't pass up. "Deal."

"Good. Because I'm going to have to drink an entire bottle to get you saying 'glove before love' out of my head." He shifted a bit. He knew he'd be toast if John found out about this, but he was more concerned about Kate right now—that was his main priority. The second she'd entered the car with a more hostile attitude than her normal teen-bitch self, he had been on high alert. He'd get to the bottom of this, even if it meant getting to the bottom of a bottle of whisky first. "So...you got a particular poison?"

Kate didn't want to meet his eyes, too embarrassed to admit that she really had no idea about alcohol. She'd spent enough time in the liquor department today just trying to decide which bottle of tequila to get. Options seemed to be unlimited and her knowledge was way inferior to Dean's. She didn't have the years of practice that he did. She'd tried a few things over the years, but that didn't make her anywhere near the realm of an expert. "Uh, I guess tequila?" It came out as a question rather than an actual statement, something she instantly regretted, hating that she already looked incompetent in front of her brother.

"You 'guess' tequila?" He turned to Kate with a smarmy grin. When he saw that she wouldn't meet his eyes, he shook his head, amused. "So...do I need to go get some, or are you already loaded?" He was playing her, just to see how she'd react. Rule number one of catching his sibling in a lie—put them on the spot.

Kate's eyes whipped toward him at the unvoiced accusation. She tried to keep her panicking expression at bay before turning to look out the windshield again. "Sorry, but I was at school all day. So when would I have had time to illegally pick up some tequila?" she quipped. Reflexively she pulled her backpack in closer to her chest, like it could magically open itself at any moment and spill her hidden lies.

"Good point." He kept his stoic face perfectly intact. The truth would come out, he knew this better than anyone and what she clearly hadn't known was that after two days of unexplained absences, the school called the home number on file to see if the student was okay. So much for being stealth. "Alright then. To the liquor store we go." He took a sharp right at the next stop sign, never making it to the motel.

Kate smiled, thoroughly enjoying her unexpected change in plans. She could drink with one Winchester to help her forget about the pain another one had caused her. But as the Impala pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store, her eyes widened momentarily at the realization that this was the same one she had gone to only hours prior. She said nonchalantly, "I'll just wait out here for you. Make sure no one messes with your car." She smiled sweetly. There was just too much risk involved that someone might recognize her.

"Naw, come on. It's time you learned about what's worth your money and what's total crap." He got out of the car and walked around to Kate's side. He opened her door and jerked his thumb in the direction of the store. "Let's go. Hop to it." He obviously knew this was the place she'd been to before—that was his whole reason for picking it over the other liquor store across town. He'd stopped by to pick up a six pack to get him through the weekend when he saw his baby sister creeping out of the store, attempting to be incognito with her hood up. The call he'd received an hour later about her skipping school had made a lot more sense.

Kate decided it was probably best to protest anymore because she didn't want him to be suspicious. She calmed her thoughts by convincing herself that there was no way the cashier would recognize her—he was probably off duty by now anyway. Yeah, that had to be it. She'd just play it cool.

They walked in the store and she made sure to walk so Dean's body was like a human shield, keeping her out of view of the employees at the front. She planned to help him pick out something and then mad-dash for the car before he paid. "So which one should we get?" He motioned toward the endless wall of tequila bottles. He looked curiously at her hiding at an awkward angle behind him. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at him innocently. "What? I'm looking at the tequila bottles. What are you doing?"

"Wondering how you're looking at tequila bottles through my body. Get over here." He grabbed her arm and hauled her to his side. "So, do you know anything about tequila at all?"

After practically stumbling to stand at his side, she was now in full view of the cashier. She casually walked in front of him, acting like she was looking at the bottles, before standing on his other side, at least partially out of view now. "I know there's a worm in the bottle?"

He looked skeptically at her odd behavior, but he just chalked it up to her trying to pretend that she knew more than she did. "Some kinds. But if you want the stuff that ain't going to make you go blind, this is what you want." He grabbed the bottle of Silver Patron off the shelf and handed it proudly to Kate.

The youngest Winchester examined the bottle and nodded, like she was really understanding why it was so great. "Awesome." She passed it back to him. "You pay and I'll meet you at the car."

"What's your rush speedy Gonzalez? We're not done. Gotta get limes."

She nodded her head like she knew that all along. "Oh yeah, right. Limes."

"Boy it's a good thing you're staying in tonight. Otherwise I'd probably be finding you on the front lawn tomorrow." He walked up to the front counter, grabbing a few limes. He then turned around to see Kate frozen in the aisle. His hands were held out to her in a gesture that clearly said what the hell?

She walked slowly and deliberately, as if she were walking on thin ice that would break any second. She made sure to stay in Dean's shadow. Once she was close to him, she hastily whispered, "I'll wait in the car," before turning on her heel toward the door.

"Gonna be hard to do that without the keys." He held them up next to himself. "Hold your horses, I'm almost done."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She stepped back over beside him, trying to stay out of view. The blonde-haired clerk rang up their purchase unceremoniously and announced the total, looking at them for the first time. He said with a genuine smile, "Back for more already?"

Kate visibly tensed up, knowing it was directing it to her, but tried to play it cool. "Who? Me?" The clerk nodded his head, taking cash from Dean's hand. "I think you have me confused with someone else," she replied with a smile as if to say she forgave him for the confusion.

Dean's eyes darted back and forth between Kate and the clerk during their dialogue. At Kate's last line, his eyes bore into the clerk's face, waiting to see what he said, waiting for the lie to finally crumble.

The clerk saw Dean's glare beam nuclear rockets at him and he suddenly became afraid. "Uh, yeah, um, you're probably right. Sorry." He hurried to package the limes and tequila before giving Dean his change and the bag.

Dean bobbed his eyebrows once, surprised. After pocketing the change, he headed to the door. Moments later, he was in the driver's seat, and once Kate buckled up, he took off back towards the hotel, trying to go over that awkward encounter in his head for any detail he might have missed to give him a better explanation of what the hell was going on with his sister. However, he kept his cool. "Alright. When's the last time you ate?"

"Lunch," she lied, when in reality she'd used her lunch money this week to save up and buy the tequila stashed in her backpack. As if to call her own bluff, her stomach growled on cue and she coughed, trying to cover it up.

"Real subtle, Kate." He rolled his eyes. He once again changed direction and headed for a local diner.

She shrugged her shoulders. "What? Being hungry 24/7 seems to run in the family."

He chuckled to himself. "Well, you're not wrong. Besides- you don't wanna wake up with a head feeling like it's full of concrete, so you eat first." He pulled into a truck stop diner that they ate at yesterday. "C'mon. Get moving."

They grabbed a booth near the back and after reviewing the already familiar menu, they were both ready to order. "What are you getting?" Kate asked as they waited for the waitress to come back.

"Bacon Cheeseburger, extra bacon. And onions." He grinned evilly at her.

"No! I'm not…" she lowered her voice to a whisper as she leaned over table, "I'm not drinking with your smelly ass extra onions!" But before Dean could reply the waitress came over and took their order and quickly disappeared to place it.

"HA! Looks like you're stuck. And if you drink as much as I think you're going to tonight, you're not even going to notice my smelly ass." He stopped for a moment, thinking about what he just said, and shrugged as he started drumming his fingers on the table, scouting for cute waitresses.

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes because she knew exactly what that look meant he was doing. "You already scoped this place out yesterday." She shifted in her seat, still thinking this whole thing might just be one cruel joke. She asked in a low tone, "So you're going to let me get drunk? Like as drunk as I want?" The thrill...the idea of forgetting the hurt she felt filled her. She'd felt pain in her life—both physical and emotions. There'd been way to cope with it, but this time her mind was dead set on the alcohol making her thought dissipate, even if it was only for one night.

"Doesn't mean there's not a new batch on this shift. And that depends." He held up his hand, stopping the question coming out of her mouth. "On how drunk you want to get."

She ran her tongue along her front teeth and she tried to think of the correct term. "How does plastered sound?"

"I think it sounds like someone is a little too ambitious for her first rodeo."

"Okay, how about…," she paused, pondering another term that she'd heard him say before. "Shit faced?"

Dean's smile turned into a sudden scowl. "Watch your mouth."

Kate just groaned and shook her head, half acknowledging him, but then she smiled. Dean raised his eyebrows as if to ask what?! while he took a huge bite of his burger. "Nothing. I just can't believe I'm about to get drunk with the brother who yells at me for cussing." She flashed him a grin.

Around a mouthful of extra onion, he replied, "So don't cuss while we're drinking, and you'll have nothing to worry about."

Around a mouthful of French fries, she replied, failing to notice how alike they really were because to her this was all normal, "But what if the plastered version of me cusses like a sailor? I can't control that."

"Then you're going to learn how to control it." He did the infamous one eyebrow raise.

She muttered something under her breath per standard and they continued to eat the rest of their dinner in almost silence, occasionally making random comments. Dean promptly paid the bill and they headed back out to the Impala. "So what time we getting this party started?" she asked.

"Right after we call Dad."

She shot up in her seat like someone just sent a lightning bolt through her body. "Why are we going to call Dad?!"

"Calm down. Just have to make sure he's not coming back tonight." He gave her the side eye. "Why? Something else you don't want him to know about?"

She hated that side eye look and had seen too much of it throughout her scant seventeen years. It could make even an innocent person confess to murder. Why was Dean acting like she'd done something else wrong? She shook her head, there was no way he could possibly know about anything else. "No nothing," she sputtered quickly. "Don't let it slip that we're drinking," she joked, trying to lighten the tension that was suddenly building.

"No problem there. I got no desire to die while I'm this young and handsome and there are still so many gorgeous young things still out there." He didn't press the issue any further because the clock was ticking on when he'd actually find out.

Kate rolled her eyes dramatically. "You're disgusting."

The Impala cruised into motel parking lot and parked in front of their latest home. Kate went to get out of the car but as careful as she tried, when she pulled her backpack up, the bottle collided with the metal bar underneath the seat, causing a pinging noise. She quickly pressed the material against her chest to muffle the sound and opened the door to get out, praying Dean hadn't heard anything. "Let's go call Dad."

He didn't turn around as he walked into the motel room in front of her, but he threw over his shoulder at her. "Not sure I'm going to hear what he has to say over all the clinking glass in your backpack."

She stood frozen and horrified for a moment then bucked up and acted like she didn't even hear what he said. Fine, so he knew there was glass in her backpack. But he couldn't have any idea it was a bottle of cheap tequila.

Dean shook his head. Just like her to ignore it and think that it magically wouldn't exist. He kicked off his boots, sat down on his bed, and dialed their father. It rang for a couple moments, then John picked up. Dean had a quick report for him, and Kate was relieved that Dean didn't say anything bad about her. Because why would he? He didn't know she skipped school or bought booze.

Finally, he confirmed that John wasn't coming home tonight, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, he looked at Kate, and pointed to the phone, silently asking if she wanted to talk to him. She fervently shook her head no and rushed off to the bathroom, acting like she had to go all of a sudden. Because if she talked to John, she may not be able to lie well enough and it wasn't worth the risk, especially because she knew Dean would be right beside her, analyzing her every word and movement during the conversation.

When Kate emerged from the bathroom, Dean was already sitting at the table. His elbows were on his knees, his hands interlocked, and he was looking straight at her. On the table rested the bottle of Patron, 2 shot glasses, the limes, a knife, a container of salt, and the bottle of booze that she had hidden in her backpack. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, silently demanding an explanation.

When Kate spotted her previously purchased liquor bottle on the table, she hesitated for a moment. She bit the inside of her cheek, as if telling herself to play it cool. It was like Dean to play mind games. "Oh? Did you run out and get another bottle already?" she asked casually as she took a seat beside him at the table. Maybe if she acted like its nothing, he would ignore it too. It had worked for her so far today.

No such luck. He gave her an are you kidding me look for point two seconds. He then leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "Well, that just proved it." Kate gave him a questioning look. "Sam is definitely the smartest of the three of us." He leaned forward and snatched the bottle off the table, then leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his knees.

She threw herself back in the chair and angrily crossed her arms. "Will you stop comparing me to him?!" She glanced at where the bottle had just been. "And that bottle isn't even mine. I'm hiding it for a friend. I'm supposed to give it to him tomorrow. So I'll need it back." She knew better than to lie but she didn't want to ruin the evening they had planned. But chances were, Dean wasn't going to buy the shit she was dishing out because he could always read right through her lies.

"Yeah, I call bullshit. You ain't getting it back." He leaned in even closer if that was possible. "You're lucky I'm the one who caught you this time, but if you ever try to pull a fast one on me like that again, your ass is grass. Understood?" His eyes narrowed.

She stared at him and nodded with red hot cheeks for a moment, embarrassed at the scolding and that she'd be caught. She was waiting for him to read her the riot act and call off all their plans, but much to her surprise he didn't say anything more. He just put the bottle under his chair and knew that his threat was enough to get through to her. However, he was curious to know why she got so angry at the comparison to Sam, but knew that he'd have a better chance of getting an honest answer out of her when she got liquor in her. And like nothing had happened, he asked, "So. You ever cut a lime before?"

She squirmed nervously in her chair, expecting more of a lecture and a slew of threats, but stopped when she realized there was no scolding coming. She was off the hook just like that? Was her brother possessed? He didn't even ask where she'd gotten the money for it. Maybe the pagan gods were on her side today for a change or maybe the actual punishment would come later after their planned evening, she didn't want to dwell on the thought any longer. She replied quietly, still slightly ashamed of being caught and deceiving her brother. "There's a specific way to cut a lime?"

And just like that Dean was back to his normal let's-get-drunk-self. "Yes, there's a freaking way to cut a lime, dumbass." He rolled his eyes, then tossed her a lime. He proceeded to cut it in quarters, then handed her the knife. "Your turn."

She cut the lime quickly and easily, like she already had years of practice under her belt. "Now we drink?" There was a hopeful glow in her eyes.

"Not yet." He picked up the container of salt and explained, "This part is gross. But a couple of shots in, you won't give a damn. Repeat after me. Salt, shot, lime." She repeated the phrase once and then Dean moved his hand, gesturing for her to keep going. After a loud groan, she said it a few more times until he finally signaled her to stop. "Good." He poured the shots. "Oh, and while we're at it- repeat this one too. Beer before liquor, never been sicker." He gestured again with his free hand for her to repeat.

She ignored him, reaching for the shot glass but he playfully smacked her hand. "Fine." She said in a high pitched voice to mock him, "Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Consider it engraved in my mind."

He pointed at her face. "It better be. Trust me when I say you do NOT want to find that out the hard way." He sat back, rubbing his hands together. "You ready?"

She smiled genuinely from ear to ear for the first time that day. "I was born ready."

The smile momentarily warmed his heart, but then he pushed that crap away like the real man he was. He coughed, bringing his own focus back to the task at hand and not thinking that he'd finally made his kid sister smile today.

"Alright. Do what I do."

But then his brain spun out for a second—was he really going to go through with this? Yes. Yes, he had to. This is his baby sister, the only one he had. He needed to know that she knew how to take care of herself now that she was getting older, even if it was just drinking. He hated to admit it to himself, but he wasn't always going to be there in every second of her day. This went through his head so fast that it didn't even register on his face. He licked the back of his hand and poured salt on it. He licked it off, downing the shot like it was water, then biting into a wedge of lime. He didn't even wince. He spat the wedge onto the table, like he was spitting out a wad of gum. Lifting his head, he looked expectantly at Kate.

His sister watched him intently, making mental notes on what to do. She wanted to get it right on the first try and not look stupid in front of her brother again. Drinking with friends? Whatever. But with Dean? It was intimidating at how easy he was making it look. She mirrored him with the salt and licked it. Then when the alcohol reached her throat, she almost choked from the sudden, intense burn it provoked. Dean hurriedly motioned toward the lime and she bit into it and her face scrunched up at the sour taste. She paused a moment, shaking her head as she tried to recover from the burn and overwhelming sour sensation. Then she looked at Dean, acting okay like nothing had happened. She exclaimed with too much enthusiasm, "Nailed it."

Dean sat back, staring at her for a moment. Then with a chuckle, he replied, "Yeah. Ya nailed it. And I'm the queen of England." He poured both of them another shot. "I will give you this- I thought for sure you were going to spit it back out, so nice job not doing that. Try again. This time, hold the lime in your hand." In one flowing motion that was almost rhythmic, he salt-shot-limed again.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but she took a deep breath as she salted her hand and picked up the glass. This time she was going try to keep her facial expressions to a minimum. After a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut as she licked the salt, the shot burned a fire down her throat, and her lips pursed up with the lime, but it was significantly better than the first time. She blinked hard a few times and stared at her brother. "So how long until this stuff kicks in?"

Let the fun begin!