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Enjoy the second part...their adventure takes a hilarious turn! Special thank you to Emma Winchester 424 for her expertise in writing Dean :)
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She blinked hard a few times and stared at her brother. "So how long until this stuff kicks in?"
His eyebrows went up and he smiled. "Impressive, young one. Trust me- you'll know when it kicks in." He leaned back in his chair. "Just out of curiosity, what made you pick tequila?"
She shrugged like it was obvious. "I wanted to see if you'd pick the same bottle that I did." She leaned over to catch a glimpse of the hidden bottle on the floor, already forgetting the brand she purchased earlier. "Guess I went for the cheap stuff."
Dean chuckled at her. "Yeah and with tequila, cheap does not equal good. In fact, there's another saying you should memorize- One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor." He grinned to himself at his oh-so-cleverness. "So how you feeling there, sport?"
Kate blinked hard again as her head started to feel lighter. "I feel awesome!" She tried to mimic his classic grin. "How do you feel?" She started to reach for the bottle, wanting to pour another because it wasn't having the full desired affect she'd wanted for tonight.
"How do I feel? Amused." He snatched the bottle out of her hand before she could pour. "Hold on there, tiger. Savor this moment. It's called being buzzed." He leaned back in his chair, grinning, watching his sister. "You like?"
Kate turned her head over to the bed and then back to her brother. She burst out laughing. "It's like I move but my eyes doesn't come with me. Me likie. Ah, it feels great to be happy." She grinned from ear to ear. "Why aren't you buzzed?" Her face showed she was almost disappointed that they aren't sharing in this together.
He was quietly laughing at her- he didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she was funny when she got like this. He also caught her words about being happy, but he wasn't sure what to do with that just yet. "I've got a little more tolerance built up than you do, kid. Don't worry, I'll get there." Just to prove it to her, he quickly salt-shot-limed again. "Room still moving for you?"
She ignored his question and pounded her fists on the table. "Again!" She grabbed his shot glass and filled it up, sitting it in front of him. Clapping her hands together, she began to chant his name, first quietly and then louder and louder in encouragement.
Dean was only too happy to comply. He salt-shot-limed, but left the lime in his mouth and grinned. The lime was covering his teeth and he looked ridiculous. He bobbed his eyebrows at her to make her laugh.
Something that would normally make her roll her eyes at his silliness made her laugh like a little kid again. She picked up one of the limes she'd spit out before and mimicked him but it ended up falling out from her laughter. "Hey Dean?"
Dean spat his lime out and smiled at her familiar introductory phrase she used as a kid and he knew it meant a question was coming. So he led with his usual reply, "Yeah?"
"You're ssooooooo good at drinking. When was the first time you did it?" She stared at him with her full attention, ready for story time.
"The first time I drank? Geez...let's see...I was...fourteen when I had my first beer, but the first time I got drunk? Probably sixteen. I think. Is this your first time being drunk?" he asked this as he looked down, pouring them both another shot. He'd wondered before if she'd ever drank, and now she'd given him the perfect opening to ask.
Kate hadn't stopped smiling. "Well I'm not drunk yet so you can't ask that question." She raised her glass to him and they both salt-shot-limed together. Right as the glass returned to the table, she toppled into the floor ungracefully from her chair. She stared up at the ceiling, biting her bottom lip to keep the laughter from escaping.
At the sudden movement, Dean bounded up out of his chair and he moved next to her. "Whoa! Katie! What the hell? Are you okay?"
The young Winchester's eyes were glowing with laughter as she looked at her concerned brother. "You said one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. I'm just doing what you said." She sat up and burst out laughing like it was the greatest joke known to man. "I totally got you!" She smacked him playfully on the chest.
Dean grinded his teeth together for a moment and rolled his eyes at her stupid joke, before reaching down and yanking her up off the floor. Once he deposited her back in her chair, he smacked the back of her head. "Not funny."
Her hands instinctively started rubbing the back of her head. "Why do you always have to hit so hard?" Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, the alcohol clearly starting to take more control of her actions.
"Because you're a dork, that's why. Did you do that on purpose or are you really that much of a lightweight?"
Now it was her turn to dramatically roll her eyes like a moody teenager. "Of course it was on purpose. I'm not nearly drunk enough to start falling off furniture." She rested her hands back on the table and folded them together that she was preparing for a serious conversation. "So...what's the stupidest thing you've done drunk?" Her green eyes eagerly stared at him, waiting for an answer.
He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "AAAAnd I'm not nearly drunk enough to start telling you that." He poured one shot. Kate reached for it, but he slapped her hand away. "You need to give it a minute. That tequila's gonna hit you like a freight train soon." That was a lie, as it snuck up on you, but Dean was a little worried watching her practically pound three in a row. He did the shot himself. "I will tell you the stupidest thing Sam's ever done while drunk if you want to know that." He grinned, thinking Kate's going to love hearing this one because who didn't love making fun of a family member's greatest hits when they weren't there to defend themselves.
After Dean lightly smacked her hand, she held her hand against her chest, like the slap had been the worst ever, a clear exaggeration. "I don't want to talk about him…or Dad for that matter." She shook her head back and forth fast, her hair whipping in her face, for added affect. "I'm not drunk enough for that." She smirked, thinking it was funny using his words against him even though she had been the first to use them.
She then got up and walked over to the clock radio that rested on the stand between the beds and turned it on. Pop music immediately started playing. She quickly turned around, her eyebrows up to her hairline like she knew she did something wrong and she'd been caught red-handed. But she quickly narrowed her gaze and announced with confidence, "I'm driving this ship tonight, Dean-o. So I pick the music!" She danced her way back to the table which consisted of her hobbling, twirling, jumping, and almost face planting a few times.
Dean chuckled in amusement at Kate's antics. Of course when he saw her start to groove, he quickly pulled out his phone and began to record. If there was one thing he'd learned growing up, you could never have enough blackmail. It was a staple item for the siblings, always wanting to have a wild card to throw out. Once she'd made it back to her seat and he'd saved the video, he got up himself and crossed over to the radio, turning the station to classic rock. "Nope. You can drive the ship tonight, but you can't subject your crew to devil music."
She hated that he always had to win when it came to music but at least he admitted she was in charge for the night. She made a tipsy mental note to remember that. Then her mind suddenly fell back on the offer he'd made just a second ago. Somehow her almost drunk mind convinced her she wanted to know the drunk Sam story. Because maybe somehow it would make her feel better knowing he made an ass out of himself. Maybe that was her road to recovery. She turned to Dean over by the radio and waited for her body and vision to steady. "So what's that story about him?"
"The story? Oh, you mean about Sam." He grinned. "So this one time, Sam got wasted, and I mean WASTED. He and Dad got in a fight about...something- I don't even remember. Anyways, he went to this bar, got smashed, and started talking to this chick, trying to convince her that he worked for the same agency as the Men in Black. You remember that alien movie?" She nodded. "When I finally tracked his ass down, he was trying to convince her that the ballpoint pen in his pocket was that memory wiper thing."
Just trying to picture this story unfold in her mind was enough to make her smile and forget any resentment she held toward him "Oh really? Was the girl buying any of the crap he was selling?"
"If she was, I never would have dragged his ass out of that bar. He would have been much happier if he'd gotten laid, and then I wouldn't have had to deal with Emo Sam the rest of that weekend. So see? I'm doing you a favor, keeping you here with me so you don't make an idiot out of yourself like Sam did. You're welcome." Classic Dean grin appeared.
Kate's slight smile instantly turned to a straight line in half a second at hearing the comparison. "Will you stop comparing me to him." Her voice rose at end then. And she sat there staring at him with her arms crossed. "I wouldn't do anything stupid. I'm smarter!" She abruptly got up with unexpected force that caused the chair to fall. The tequila was now running through her veins at full speed, giving her a new sense of instability. She staggered over to the door, fumbling with the chain until she undid it and then she reached for the deadbolt, announcing, "I need oxygen! And it's outside."
Dean bolted over to the door, jumping over the chair to do so. He slapped his hand on the door, keeping her from opening it. "Yeah, I don't think so. What's wrong with you? Why are you getting so bent out of shape when I talk about Sam?"
Kate gripped the door handle with both hands and tried to pull it open over and over again, but she was no match against her brother's strength. She turned to glare at him and then wobbled over to throw herself on the bed, facing up. She began to move her legs and arms back and forth, anger she'd felt moments earlier quickly dissipating. "Look! I'm making a snow angel. Only it's in bed. A bed angel! I'm an angel in bed!" she declared with excitement, moving her extremities as fast as she could, but suddenly she stopped. "I miss snow."
Dean watched as Kate began to make a "bed angel" (he cringed inside at the implications of the name), then turned towards the door, quickly redoing the latch and the deadbolt. He grinned to himself and under his breath said, "Or you could make an idiot out of yourself here." He shrugged, amused, and turned back to Kate, who was still flat on the bed. "You miss snow, huh? I thought you hated the snow." He sat down next to her.
She sat up at the speed of light and placed both hands firmly on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes as the tequila pounded through her bloodstream taking full control. "There's a lot you don't know about me." She let go of him and rolled from the bed onto the floor. Then she jumped up and kicked her right leg up high in the air before air karate chopping her hands with sound effects. "I'm a fucking ninja."
Dean pursed his lips. "Watch your mouth, ninja. So what else don't I know about you, Bruce Lee?"
She then proceeded to do weird ninja moves all over until she was back where she started. She stood there, tapping her forehead as she tried to think of something, but then decided to ignore his question for the time being. Suddenly something occurred to her and she stood in a boxing position, fists at the ready as she bounced her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm captain of this ship. A ship means water. Water means we are sailors. I can cuss like a sailor! Fuck fuck fuck!" With each f bomb, she punched at him but never actually touched his chest and then continued to begin a list of cuss words she knew.
Dean, who by this time was feeling his four shots, swerved as he tried to grab her hands unsuccessfully. "Hey! I said watch your mouth, Katelyn! I'm not messing around here!" But his voice lacked the usual threatening undertones as he made another unsuccessful attempt to grab her fists.
The use of her full name didn't even register like it would have if she'd been sober. "I believe it's Captain Katelyn. Sooooo, A is for asshole. B is for bitch." Another two swift punches his way. "C is for..." She stood still for the first time, thinking again. "What's C for? I can't 'member." She stared at him expectantly waiting for an answer.
"'C' is for cut it out, and now quite cussing or you'll walk the plank, Captain. Got me?" He turned back to the table to grab the bottle of Patron and hide it from her. She'd had enough for now in his mind.
But he wasn't sly enough and she instantly noticed the bottle being removed. She dashed over to him and gripped onto his upper arm. "Don't take it away! Pleeeeeaase! I promise not to say the baaaaad words even though you say them all the time." Because somehow her brain thought that taking the alcohol away means her drunkenness would be gone as well.
He pointed in her face. "You'd better not say any of 'em again. And I don't cuss all the time!" Did he? He'd have to watch himself more around her from time to time or John would surely get after him again if he heard her cussing. He put the bottle back on the table. "Alright, Captain Kate. What do you want to do now?"
Her pouty face from being scolded quickly disappeared as she came up with an idea. "Let's play a game!" His head tilted slightly, curious as to what she would come up with. "Hide and Seek! Captain hides and Sailor Douche-I mean Dean." She sweetly smiled, hoping it covered up her use of a bad word. "Seeks." She started dragging him toward the bathroom where he would be forced to count.
"Kate! Hey, hold up! Geez." She was being rather forceful compared to her normal self and the determined look in her eyes conveyed that she wasn't going to take any resistance. So he had no other choice but to just let himself be drug towards the bathroom. "I can't freaking believe this." He threw up his hands and began to count begrudgingly.
"Stop!" she instructed forcefully and held up her hand. "You have to start over. The door wasn't closed." She slammed the door shut and scanned the room for a hiding spot as he started to count loudly again. Then a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head—the best places were not in this room, they were elsewhere. She rushed to the main door and stared at it for the longest time, her brain working at half speed to figure out this newfangled contraption of a lock system. She had to remove the chain, dead bolt, and open it…and it had to be fast before Dean would hear. She took a deep breath and fumbled with the chain for a moment but nailed the other two steps and before the bathroom door opened, she was already stumbling outside, running to hide beside the Impala, trying to contain her laugher at the childish antics.
Dean finished counting to "infinity" in his own words and stepped outside. He immediately noticed the front door open and a flash of panic overcame him. "KATE! Dammit!" He bolted outside and into the parking lot. She had a pretty good head start on him, and he couldn't see her anywhere. His alcohol infused brain remembered her playing hide and seek as a child, and he tried to recall where she would have hidden. He started scanning the cars in the parking lot, grumbling obscenities under his breath.
Kate heard Dean cursing and she slapped a hand over her mouth to hold in the laughter. She crouched down as low as she could go, fully prepared to crawl under the car and hide, but much to her surprise, it seemed too small for her. She'd grown quite a bit since she did it last when she was five, but that hadn't registered until she actually tried it and realized otherwise. So she decided she'd just have to play this one the old fashioned way. She could hear Dean's step nearing, so she stayed low and ran over to hide behind the next car, but she smashed into the mirror in the process, thankfully not breaking it. She was still hidden out of sight and taunted in a high pitched voice before dashing behind another car, "Deeeeaaaaannnnnnn!"
Dean was really trying hard not to smile at her silliness, but the alcohol was making him (gasp!) feel happy. "Kaaaaaaaaaatie...," he called back, a grin spreading on his face as he heard her smash into the mirror, thus giving him a clue as to her whereabouts. He started slowly creeping towards where her sound had come from.
Like a girl on a mission, Kate dashed to the side of a truck out of sight, squatting down in front of the tire. She giggled and started toward the back end of the vehicle, thinking that was where Dean was going to appear. But little did she know that he was coming from the opposite direction. "Ohhhh Deeeeeeeaaannnn!"
Dean heard her voice and couldn't help but remember playing her stupid favorite game with her when she was a kid. It had been the best way to pass the hours on the long summer days when they were stuck together at Bobby's house or basically anywhere—she'd always been up for the game and as the years went on, she had to beg him and Sam to play "just one more time." The eldest Winchester sibling crouched down in front of the car, fully committed now. He snuck up right behind her and jumped out, grabbing her arm. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed triumphantly.
Kate let out a loud scream as Dean suddenly latched onto her arm from behind. The scream took him off guard and he momentarily let go, giving her the chance to make a break for it. She ran zig zag and in circles all over the vacated lot in front of them. She paused, turning to Dean and sticking out her tongue. "You can't catch me!" Then she resumed her giggling and crazy running, going out near the road and back into the lot again, only lamp posts and the occasional car headlight illuminating the path for her.
As she darted towards the street, the memories of a very young Katie running towards the road filled his mind and he reflexively roared at her, "KATE! GET BACK HERE NOW!"
Kate heard his booming voice and as drunk as she was, her body still had some natural reflexes intact. They caused her to immediately stop running and she stomped over to Dean like an angry child who didn't like being scolded. "You never let me have any fun," she announced, shoving him with both hands, something she never would have done when she was little.
He stumbled back from her shove. He gritted his teeth at her behavior, but he then reminded himself that she was drunk and it was his fault, so he changed his tactics. "Hey- you remember the rules. Are you allowed to play Hide and Seek in a parking lot?" He was playing up to her childish side which seemed to be the one in control right now.
But it turned out that drunk Kate hated being scolded even more than normal Kate. She pressed the tip of her shoe in the ground and moved it back as forth as if she were squishing a bug. Her arms hung at her sides and her gaze was fixed on the ground. She let out a sigh and regretfully replied, "No, I'm not allowed." She looked up at him with the hurt puppy dog look that she'd mastered. "But it's fun, De."
His insides twisted at hearing his old nickname. "I know. Come on. We can play inside the room, okay?" He just wanted to get drunk Kate back in safe territory so he didn't have to constantly worry she was going to ninja dive head on into a car.
She let out another excessively loud sigh and trudged back to the room, throwing herself down dramatically in her chair at the table. "Since you don't like my games, what do you want to do?"
"Hey captain, you're steering. You tell me." He plopped down in his chair, amused as hell.
"I am the captain and I demand you entertain me with a game. Or I shall chop your head off, Sailor Asshat." Completely forgetting about being scolded for cussing, the word flows out of her mouth free as a bird.
He leaned down, right into her face, almost nose to nose with her as his vision steadied. "You swear one more time, and when you sober up, I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap every night for a week."
Her eyes were wide when he came in close and threatened her but drunk Kate didn't care right now. Without missing a beat, she replied, "Can we wash it out with tequila instead?"
He leaned back and then like nothing happened, he added, "Alright. Let's see...how about we play Blackjack?"
Then she shook her head with a sigh. "I don't want to play cards. I want tequila."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay then- what game should we play, Oh Captain my Captain?"
But in her drunk selective hearing phase, the only word of his entire sentence that registered was "okay" and she believed it had been in response to getting more tequila. Her mind craved more alcohol because she didn't want this train wreck party to end. Her face lit up with a devilish smile. "Fuck this." She continued smiling, waiting for him to grab the tequila bottle off the floor for her to down.
Dean turned to her with a death glare. "What did I just say about you swearing?!" He saw that she didn't care and he immediately knew he had to switch up the punishment to play along with her antics. "Fine. I'll give you something worse than a mouthful of soap." He yanked out the bottle and poured two shots, setting them down in front of her. "Drink." Oh a hangover...that would teach her.
She stared at the shots slightly confused at how easy it had been. Deciding not to care for details, she smiled genuinely and slid one of the shots in front of him before holding hers up in the air. "To the greatest big brother ever!" Her wide green eyes were filled with joy as she waited for him to say something and cling their shot glasses together.
He smirked and held the other glass up. "To the drunkest little sister ever." He clinked their glasses, but slid his back towards her after she downed hers. "Hey- this is yours too," he commented nonchalantly.
"Really?" She stared at it, trying to remember how she'd forgotten. She looked at Dean and he nodded, motioning for her to go ahead and drink that one too. "Oops I forgot." She put salt on her hand, but then gazed between the empty glass she previously sat down and the full one he had given her, still confused. "But I just did one? I think. De, I want this one to be for you. You drink too. Cuz you're my brother." Insert a very unlady-like belch. "You have to. Don't you love me?" The words fall out one after another as if it were on purpose but really her mind had no idea what was going on.
He motioned for her to down the shot and she then obliged while he poured himself his own shot. "Good girl. Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Fine." He salt-shot-limed like it was a sip of koolaid. It was starting to make him just a bit more than tipsy. Not enough to push him over the edge, but closer than he intended on being tonight. After he slammed the shot glass down, he exclaimed, "Are we done with the chick flick moments?"
Kate just grinned from ear to ear, clearly content at hearing his words, affection she'd never get had they been sober and affection that she sadly won't recall come morning. "I knew you loved me. He tried to tell me you didn't but I knew he was lying." Dean's head tilted to the side, silently asking who. She drunkenly didn't understand how he didn't know the answer. She responded matter of fact, "The demon."
His eyebrows about flew off his forehead as they shot up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell?! What demon?"
She blinked a couple of times to steady her vision. "The one from the hunt last week. 'Member? You were there because Dad made us all split up and you weren't happy. I think you get scared if I'm not around." She said it like it was nothing more than telling him about her day at school. She sighed loudly and added, "I did a bad job."
"Hang on, Kate. What do you mean, you did a bad job? And what the hell did that damn thing do to you?"
Kate swayed in the chair unintentionally as the alcohol continued to take effect. "The demon caught me, Dean. That's the definition of a bad job. And he just said mean stuff like you weren't going to come for me because you didn't love me anymore. But I spit in his face." She smiled at the memory like it wasn't the haunting nightmare it had really been.
He blinked stupidly, not believing what he was hearing. If there was a way to bring that demon back just so Dean could kill him all over again for messing with his baby sister, he'd do it for the rest of his days. He leaned forward and took Kate by the arms. "Kate- you know demons lie, right? I'm always going to come for you. Don't you ever think that I won't, you hear me? What else did he say to you?"
His sudden grasp on her steadied her swaying body. She stared back and nodded. "I know you will, De. You say that all the time." That was a lie, even though they both knew he'd always come back for her without a single doubt, he'd only verbally said it a handful of times in her life. Suddenly distracted by objects around her, she began looking all over the room, trying to find what she was going to do next. She decided to stand up and paced back and forth casually, making the conversation seem almost boring. "It said some other mean stuff and…" Her eyes landed on the radio. "Hey close your eyes."
Noticing she was getting distracted, he stood up and lightly grabbed onto her shoulders to keep her from moving, giving her a soft shake to try and bring her back to the topic at hand. "Kate, focus. What else did the demon say to you?!" He was desperate to know. Desperate to fix it—had this been what was bothering her all along?
Her eyes darted up to the ceiling as she tried to recall the details. "I think that's it." He shook her again, pressing her to focus. "Well maybe the bastard said something about Dad. Or maybe Dad said something about the demon…or was it Sam?" She heard herself say his name and stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Yuck. I can't remember." She spotted the radio again and suddenly held her arms up high. Her body became like liquid as she slid herself out of his grasp. Once on the floor, she army crawled to the radio, assuming she was hidden from sight. She reached up and changed it back to a pop station before army crawling back to her seat. "Can we eat some chips? And tequila?"
Dean rolled his eyes, cursing for bringing this on himself. "Okay- tell you what. I'll get you some chips, but you can only eat them if you tell me what happened. Or who said what or what the fuck ever." He gritted his teeth at the sound of the radio, but knew that he'd get nowhere with Kate if he turned it off now, so he sucked it up.
She nodded enthusiastically and hummed to the Britney Spears song as he went to grab the chips from the counter. Once he returned, she shoved a handful in her mouth and confessed with surprisingly little emotion behind the words, "I think it was the demon who said that Dad wished I were a boy because I was emotional and useless." She kept chewing as she thought more about it. "That sounds more like something a demon would say than Dad, doesn't it?" She munched on more chips. "I think that's the whole story."
"Kate, Dad has never said that. He never wished you were a boy. Hell, Sam's a boy and he's way more emotional than you. And you're not useless- you know that, right?" His green eyes showed just how serious he was, even in his half inebriated state.
Her lips twisted from side to side. "Actually, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure the demon said one and Dad said another. And I am more emotional than the idiot. I KNOW somebody said that." She sighed loudly. "I'm tired of thinking." She stared around the room aimlessly. "Hey Dean?" He nodded. "Can we play my game now?"
He was a bit thrown at hearing Kate call Sam an idiot, but he was going to try to keep pace with her and let everything come out with due time, which was clearly the direction all this was heading and he knew it. "Uh, sure. Sure we can. What kind of game do you want to play?"
Her eyes lit up at him agreeing to play. "It's a new game I just made up. Like right now." She clapped her hands together eagerly. "It's like 20 questions-only not because it's better! It's called…uh, Five Questions and.." She paused as she lost her train of thought and then it snapped back into place as she rambled, "And Six Answers. Yes. Five Questions and Six Answers it is. We each get to ask each other five questions and the person can give six answers total. Like if you ask me my favorite ice cream, I couldn't give just one answer. I'd have to say mint chocolate chip and mint chocolate chip with cookie dough. There's just no picking one, Dean. Then I'd only have…" She counted back on her fingers. "Four answer allowed for the other four questions." She didn't realize how all over the place her explanation was and stared intently at Dean, expecting him to understand it as thoroughly as she did.
Dean just looked blankly at her-this was so un-Kate-like that he was almost not sure what to do with it. "Yeah, sure...okay. You go first." He plopped down on the couch, trying to follow along and planning to wing the whole thing.
She turned around in her chair so she was sitting in it backwards, facing the couch. She rested her arms on the top of the chair. "Noooooo, you have to go first. Because then I get to have the last question! The Captain always gets the last question!" Her voice gradually got louder until the end. "Now go. You get to ask my anything! Except sex. I don't really feel like talking about that." She reached back for a handful to chips to munch on as she waited.
Dean saw red at the thought of Kate having sex, then his stomach turned at the thought. He shook his head. "Okay, okay, okay, quit yelling. Um...shit, I don't know, Kate...what's your favorite color?" He shrugged at his lame question.
Kate groaned in disbelief and pointed a finger at him like he'd done to her on many occasions. "Watch your language, young man. And survey says," she made a loud buzzer noise, Family Feud style, "That question doesn't count. You already know my favorite color." She blinked a few times, waiting for him to agree. "Try again." When he didn't say anything right away she let out a reluctant sigh, like she was finally giving in to his imaginary persistence. "Fine, fine. I'll make it easier. You can ask me about sex."
"Oh, gross! Stop talking about sex!" He shook his head and hands, trying to rid himself of the image. "Geez, okay. Um...what scares you the most?"
Kate tapped her finger on her chin as she contemplated her answer. "Good question Dean-O! But it's easy." There was a belch followed by a giggle. "What scares me most is you not coming back from a hunt," she answered as easily as telling someone her name. She giggled more, not even realizing the emotion and weight hidden behind her confession.
Dean tried to hide his reaction by rubbing a hand down his face and brushing it off. "Please. It'll take world war three to finish me off, kid." He cleared his throat, pushing any emotion down into his hidden vault. "Okay, you go."
Kate swayed back in forth in her chair. "Uuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm," then she blurted out rapidly and loudly, having no control over, or not giving a crap about, her voice, "If you could be one supernatural monster, which would you be and why!"
"KATE!" He realized he's being just as loud as she was. He took half a second to calm his voice. "Keep your voice down, or we're not playing anymore." She rolled her eyes in response. "Alright, I guess I'd be a shape shifter, because I can change into anyone and do anything and freaking get away with it. Okay, same question to you. Quietly."
Kate thought about it and stood up pacing back and forth in front of him. Suddenly she stopped and turned to him, trying her best to whisper but it came out just as a normal voice. "I'd be a werewolf. That way I can live a normal life and then go out and kill bad people at night!" She held both hands up like claws and pounced toward him, "stabbing" him in the chest over and over with her claws all while making roaring sounds.
Dean couldn't help it- he started laughing at her antics. It was one of the best feelings to see her having fun for a change because it seemed to happen less frequently these days. "Alright, teen wolf, sit down. Your turn for a question."
She plopped down on the couch beside him. "Oh I forgot to tell you, you're not allowed to ask the same question. So you get to go again!" She threw her arms up in celebration as if he were so lucky to get to ask another question.
"You can't change the rules in the middle of the game!" When he saw that once again, she was not even paying attention to him, he relented. "Fine. Um...if you could go anywhere on vacation, where would you go?"
"Hhhmmmmmm," she said rather loudly. "Oh sorry." She lowered her voice again. "The Bahamas! It's sunny, I could be alone there or find a hot guy." She gave him an over exaggerated wink. "If you know what I mean!" Then she added as an afterthought, "And there's lots of fishies. I like those. But not to eat!" She stuck her finger in mouth and gagged—she'd always hated seafood.
Dean was trying hard not to laugh outright at her. "So you wanna scuba dive? Is that it? Since when do you like fish?" This was the first he'd ever heard of it. "And you can forget about finding a guy. There's a great nunnery in the Bahamas that I'm dropping you off at."
She was completely oblivious to half the questions he asked. "Scuba diving! That's a great idea! We should go one day." Then her mind started to slowly process another question. "I think I've always liked fish. It was the only animal I could draw as a kid. Oh my, I mean just think of it. Fish are naked all day and could meet Ariel even! Wow." She paused to take another breath of air. "And they are free to go wherever they want whenever!" She glared at the locked door. "I can't do that." She let out a long sigh. "Cuz I'm not a fish.' She bobbed her lips together rapidly over and over to make a fish sound. "Can you make a fish noise too?"
Dean scrunched up his face, trying to stay focused on the thing she'd said a sentence ago that bothered him and not making fish faces. "What do you mean, you aren't free to go where you want? I let you do stuff!"
Kate stood up and stumbled over to the door, roughly slamming her body flat against it with her arms spread out, like a hug. "The magical door has been closed and locked with an encrypted seal. I do not know the code and so I cannot play on the other side. You did this to me!" She laid down flat on the floor on her stomach and glanced under the door through the tiny crack. "If I were a fish, I'd swim through here." She tried to pry her finger under the door.
"Fish can't swim where there's no water, dumbass. What do you mean, I did this to you? Get off the floor." He reached down and yanked her up off the ground.
She ripped her arm from his clasp and narrowed her eyes. "You're the dumbass." Then she marched over and threw herself back down on the couch. Clearly any and all filter has been lost between her mouth and brain. "You don't let me go anywhere. 'Member when I wanted to go to the mall to buy a push up bra?" She grabbed the mosquito bites on her chest and let go. "Clearly you didn't let me go. The only place you let me go is school!" She rolled eyes and sighed dramatically as if this were a scene from a soap opera.
"You don't need to be spending money on something that ain't gonna work. And I let you go other places! Like..." And for the life of him, he couldn't think of one. He was stunned into silence.
She pointed at his stunned face. "See! Even you know it!" But she said it like it was no big deal, no anger or hostility behind any of her words. "That's why I skip school sometimes. To do things."
Her confession instantly made him pissed again, the alcohol making him switch emotions quickly. "Yeah. About that. Yesterday- that was just one day, I get it. We've all been there. But you wanna explain to me why you missed school today?" But it wasn't a question.
She smiled sweetly. "Bummer, De. You already used up your five questions. I can't answer it. My turn!" She clapped her hands together, excited that she outsmarted him.
Up next is the grand conclusion where questions are answered and there's still a bit of fun to be had...Thanks for reading!