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With a deep breath and one last wipe of tears, Kate unlocked the door and went inside, closing it quietly behind her. When Dean heard the door unlock, his eyes immediately went to the clock. Interesting…she was home well before curfew. He was just about to joke about her being on time for a change, but his playful nature immediately disappeared when he took in her appearance.
His eyes narrowed to slits. Oh, fuck no. His sister looked completely disheveled. Her hair was falling out of her clip, she was carrying her shoes in one hand, a broken dress strap hung down in front, there was dried blood all over her knees, dress, and legs from her fall, and her makeup showed clear signs of tears.
His blood was boiling and he was no longer seeing straight. "He's dead," Dean decreed before grabbing his gun and heading for the door. There was only one thing on his mind right now. Murder. He was going to murder the punk ass little kid who thought it was a good idea to hurt his sister. He didn't even care what had happened - he knew something happened and that was enough to justify his actions. First there'd be torture and then there'd be murder.
As Dean headed for the door without a word, Kate reached out and gently put her hand on his shoulder. "Dean, stop," she said quietly, depleted of any fight.
The light movement of her hand and soft voice snapped Dean back into his right mind - for a moment at least. Hearing her weak voice reminded him that she was his first priority. He could murder people later. He tucked his gun in the small of his back, wrapped his arm around Kate, and guided her over to the couch to sit her down.
His mind was still racing and his body was filled with a level of rage that he'd never known possible. At the same time, his anxiety was off the charts as his mind swirled with theories on what happened to her. This extremely heightened state wasn't easy for him to control, but he tried his damnedest to keep his voice calm and steady as he sat down beside her. "Katie, what happened?"
However, she wasn't ready to recall a second of what happened. She was still processing it all - everything that had happened with Lucas added to the pain of Sam not being there for her when she'd needed her best friend most.
"I'm bleeding," she stated matter of factly, taking it in herself for the first time as she gingerly touched her knees.
Without a second thought, Dean went over to retrieve the first aid kit and sat down on the coffee table in front of his sister. He immediately got to work on cleaning her up while she just stared blankly ahead. He'd glance up every now and then to see if her expression changed, and he was alarmed every time it didn't.
"Katie, please. Tell me what's going on," Dean begged as gently as he could muster given his current state of mind.
"I broke my shoe," she answered, holding up the heels she was still gripping in one hand.
Dean was no stranger to working with people who were in a state of shock - they dealt with it all the time on hunts. But seeing it on his sister was something he'd never experienced to this degree. It sent a shiver down his spine and he was scared out of his mind - even if he'd never admit it. He thought over how to respond for a while as he placed a bandage on her right knee. "Yeah, I see that," he replied simply.
Kate glanced down at the bandaid and caught a glance of her dress strap dangling. She dropped the shoes on the floor and grabbed onto the broken piece of fabric. "My strap broke."
Dean glanced up and forced himself to keep his facial expressions calm and collected, even though his level of rage grew at that moment. He needed to go punch something - or rather someone - now. "You broke your strap?" he asked casually.
She processed the question for a moment as she stared at the strap. "I…It wasn't me." Her bottom lip trembled with anguish. "It was him." For the first time since she'd arrived, their green eyes locked.
One look at her brother's overprotective features cracked her open like an egg. The tears fell relentlessly as she fell into her brother's arms. "He just…I tried to…I did stop him, Dean. I swear I did…" She sobbed into his chest, trying to convince herself she'd won.
He was going to rip this boy to shreds. Actual shreds. There wouldn't be any pieces left to identify his dead body. If he was going to go to jail for something, this was it. He'd already made peace with it.
As Kate fell into him bawling, he held onto her like never before. He let her grip onto him for as long as she needed - he wasn't going to be the first to let go this time. As instincts took over, he gently began to rock her as she let the anger, distress, and agony out. "Katie, it's okay now. You're here with me. I got you. He can't get to you."
After about an hour, Kate had fallen asleep exhausted on the couch. Dean made sure she was tucked in before he sat by the window with a whisky in hand. His little sister hadn't shared many details about what had happened, but honestly he didn't need them. He could fill in the blanks. And honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear everything. He was about ready to go over the edge and knowing everything was sure enough to send him catapulting over.
He stared out the window as he nursed his second glass. He could see that stupid smug smile from the punk all over again when he'd picked her up. He should have known that something wasn't right. Why didn't he catch it? Why didn't he stop her from going to this dance with that dirtbag? He should have protected her. He should have known this was going to happen. Keeping her safe was his job. This was his fault.
And now he had to make it right.
All he saw was red as he got into the Impala and headed out into the night on a hunt.
Given everything that had happened, Dean didn't want his sister to have to stay at this godforsaken school. He'd been able to convince their father that it was time for them to head over to where he was and set up camp there instead. He had to get creative in his persuasion technique with John, because he made the conscious decision to not tell their father what had happened. On one hand, Dean felt guilty as hell that it had happened and couldn't face yet another failure before his father, but more importantly, he didn't want to make Kate relive the events when their father would come demanding details. It was his way of protecting them both. When Dean told his sister they were skipping town, she was ecstatic and didn't need to be told twice to pack her stuff.
On Monday, they just had to go into school to pick up her records and clean out her locker. On their way to school in the Impala, Kate shifted her weight a few times before speaking up, knowing she had to bring this up sooner rather than later. "Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah?" came the typical reply as Dean pulled into the school lot and searched for parking.
"I, uh, I need a new phone."
Dean's eyebrows rose slightly at that, not having expected it. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as all the ideas of what had happened to her phone went through his head - at what that dick did to her. He swallowed hard to keep his anger in check - it wasn't directed at his innocent sister after all. "Not a problem, kid. We'll pick you up one when we're done here."
Kate nodded, thankful that he wasn't going to make her pay for it with what little stash of cash she had left. Knowing what was probably going through his mind, she wanted to put it at ease, at least about this. "I threw it into a pond," she explained.
Well that hadn't been expected. "In a pond?" Dean repeated.
Kate shrugged as they pulled into a parking spot. "Yeah, I…," she debated for a moment whether she should tell the truth. Knowing she hadn't said much about what had happened, she figured this was at least something she could share. "I tried to call Sam after…after." She couldn't finish. "And he didn't answer again, so I chucked it into a pond. He's a jerk anyway." The pain she felt that night when he didn't answer would take years before she'd even consider forgiving Sam for not picking up.
Even though Dean would never admit it, there was a pang of jealousy and hurt in his gut at hearing that Sam had been her first phone call after it had happened. But he shoved that down, choosing to focus on the present. Dean nodded and joked, hoping to lighten the mood like always, "With your shitty aim, I just hope it hit water and not a duck."
Back at the high school, Dean had secured her records and was standing outside the principal's office, arms folded across his chest as he stared with narrowed eyes at all the high school punks passing by. Kate had just finished cleaning out her locker and was heading back to meet her brother. As she glanced ahead, her breath caught in her throat as her heart raced in sheer panic.
Lucas.
She spotted him just up ahead. She was about to turn and run in the other direction to hide, but thankfully she was slow on the draw, otherwise she would have missed the subtle but telling interaction.
At that moment, Lucas looked over to the principal's office and his eyes locked with Dean's for the briefest of moments. The teenager's classic smug grin immediately disappeared and was replaced with a look of sheer panic. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face to reveal a black eye and bruised jawline. He spun on his heel at lightning speed, showing that his other arm was in a sling, before he took off like a bat out of hell in the other direction.
Kate hadn't been expecting that. At all. Sure, she'd decked him hard, but it wasn't enough to do any of the damage she saw.
Just then, one of her classmates passed by and she tugged on her arm. "Hey, Julie. What, uh, what happened to Lucas?"
Julie looked behind her to see Lucas scurrying off into the distance. "Not really sure. He claims he was jumped in the alley behind his house. The guy broke his arm in two places and beat him up real good, but Lucas says he didn't see the guy so the cops got nothing to go on."
Kate bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling as her classmate told the story. "Did he get robbed or something?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Julie paused for a moment to consider the question. "Huh, I don't think so. Must have been like a random attack or something, you know?"
Kate just nodded her head. "Oh sure, random," she replied simply as she continued down the hall.
Thinking through the pain that Lucas must have felt healed a small part of her trauma. This was no coincidence that the guy who hurt her was injured in return. That was called Karma. And Karma didn't just happen - it had a name and the name was Dean Winchester.
After Dean was certain the little bitch was out of sight, he turned and found his sister looking at him. When he saw her smile, he flashed his signature cheeky smirk with a telling wink.
Meanwhile, Sam had tried to call Kate multiple times over the past day and a half. He'd been so caught up with homework this semester, working his job at the university library, and dating his new girlfriend Jessica that he hadn't made keeping in touch with his sister a priority like he should have. Every call was now going straight to voicemail as her phone unbeknownst to him sat at the bottom of the pond. He wanted to get in touch with her, but he couldn't bring himself to text Dean and ask if she got a new number. They'd all but cut communication months back, and he didn't want to be the bigger person and reach out first.
And that was how the bond shattered between Sam and Kate. An overworked college student and a phone at the bottom of a pond.
Dean draped his arm around his sister's shoulders as they made their way out of the school. Normally, Kate would have shoved his arm away, wanting to preserve some type of image in front of her peers - but not today. She leaned into him ever so slightly and couldn't help but look up at him in almost disbelief at what he'd done. At the same time, she wouldn't have expected anything less from her overprotective, loving brother.
Now there wasn't a doubt in her mind. From this moment on, she knew who she would call first.