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Sam Winchester and the Seven Deans 3: Nine, Nine, Nine, NINE!
A Single Rose
Well, well, hello, my dear readers! It's so lovely to see you all again. How are you, my darlings? It's funny seeing you here; I've got loads to tell you! A lot more has happened since Deanne first appeared, since the shapeshifter and the parties. And of course, since little Sarah.
It's been roughly a year since then, hasn't it? Oh, how time does fly. Have Kat and Dean stayed together this whole time?
Oh, oh that's a good one. You have met Dean Winchester, haven't you? No, no they've broken up. Four times in fact.
But first, before we get into all that, we should start at the point that got the first break-up ball rolling. When Sam nearly killed his brother.
"You don't know me," Sam sneered. "You never did, and you never will."
"You walk out that door, don't you ever come back."
Every emotion inside him had a different reaction to what was happening.
Fine, leave! Grumpy hissed. You ungrateful little shit! After everything, EVERYTHING I've done for you?
Pshh, well that's a weight off my shoulders, Smartass snorted. Who needs him?
God, we can't tell Kat. Can't tell her. She'll kill him, Deanne groaned.
Get up, get up quick! What if he comes back and finishes? Oh, God, get up! Paranoia bellowed.
He chose her. He chose her over us. What did we do wrong? What did we do? Sweetie asked softly.
Sammy, come back. Please. Don't leave, please… Don't leave me, Cry-Baby sobbed. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…
Kat, Happy moaned. Kat, I need you…
Then a soft, very soft, chilling hiss in the back of his mind said: Kill him, rip him apart! Makin him bleed, make him beg, make him cry!
"What the hell happened to you?" Kat exclaimed when he managed to make it home.
"Ruby," he said gruffly. "She kicked my ass." She looked around.
"Where's Sam?" He glanced over her shoulder at Bobby.
"He, uh, he went to find her."
Now, dear readers, you and I both know good and well that Kat isn't stupid. And she doesn't appreciate being lied to. So after a few weeks of Dean –and Sam eventually- dodging questions, lying to her and sneaking around, she confronted him.
"Are you cheating on me?"
"What?" Dean blanched. "Hell no! Why would I do that?"
"Why else would you be sneaking around like a fifteen year-old? Or how about lying to me all the time?" She challenged.
"When did I lie to you?"
"You want the list chronologically or alphabetically?" Dean said nothing. "You've been acting weird since you and Sam killed Ruby. Now what's going on?"
"Nothin' you need to worry about," he grumbled. She stalked toward him, touching his cheek.
"Dean, please. Just tell me what's wrong/"
Dean held his reddened cheek, jumping back, eyes wide.
"Tell me what the hell is wrong or…or I walk."
They stared at each other for the longest time. Dean's heart wrenched violently before he answered.
"Fine," he whispered.
"Fine?" She growled. She barked a laugh, shaking her head and grabbing her bag. She shouldered past him, yanking the door open and slamming it behind her so hard the clock fell off the wall and shattered.
Dean bowed his head, knowing it was probably for the best.
But there's a funny little thing called fate, dear readers. And chemistry, chemistry plays a very big part in all this. Dean and Kat are simply drawn to each other, and the theory proves itself time and time again, even when they've moved states and counties and it's totally random. Or maybe God, who knows?
"That for here or to go, hon?" The waitress behind the counter asked.
"To go," he replied. He was buying for two again. After that fiasco with going to the future he'd come to his senses and gotten his little brother back. Everything was almost normal again. He sighed.
"Double plain with jalapeños!" The woman called, setting a bag on the counter.
Dean stared at it. No way…
There she was. She'd cut her hair, but it was her. Her long legs were clad in a simple pair of jeans, black tank top like a glove. And that smile. Dean's heart beat a little faster.
"Thanks," she smiled, turning toward the door, toward him. She froze.
"Hey," he said awkwardly.
"Hey." Silence, awful silence. Go ahead and laugh, dears, I am.
"How've you been?" She offered.
"Good, good," he nodded. "You?"
More awkward silence. Kat cleared her throat, wringing her hands. Dean was staring at the floor.
"I miss you."
She did a double take. Had she heard him right? By God, she did. "Y…You do?" He nodded, still not meeting her gaze.
She dropped the bag back on the counter and jumped on him, kissing him heatedly. Dean held her, cradling her face. He truly did miss her, and he couldn't believe he'd admitted it either. Had to be the lack of sleep.
"Look, Kitty, there's…there's just some things you don't need to know, okay? Please trust me," he said softly.
"Alright," she submitted. "Okay, Dean. I won't ask." He stared at her. "Okay, much. Much, I won't ask much."
Well, that was break-up and make-up number one. Number two was over something much dumber than the first. Money.
"Dean, seriously, a couple nights at a Holiday Inn won't bankrupt me. Hell, the Hilton wouldn't." She chuckled.
"I said no, Kitty," Dean growled, loading his .45 and continuing on with the weapon's maintenance.
"Why?" She snorted. He didn't answer. "Ohh, I get it. You're the 'man' is that it? You're supposed to be bringing home the bacon." She said sternly. He glanced back at her, lips pursed in agitation. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're so damn stubborn-"
"I'm stubborn?" He bellowed, spinning around. "Like you're not!"
"You're more stubborn than I am!" She exclaimed.
"Are too!" Dean flexed his jaw, eyes hard.
"I'm not arguing with you. The answer's no; end of story," he said firmly. Kat scoffed, putting her hand on her hip.
"Oh, really?" She challenged. "Just like that, huh?"
"Yeah." His back was to her again.
"Because you said so?"
"That's the idea."
"Oh, well then Master, let me get on cleaning the tapestries and then maybe shine your shoes again? Oh, can I, sir?" I live for the privilege." She curtsied mockingly. Such a smart aleck, isn't she?
"Don't be such a child," he grumbled.
"Now I'm a child? What the hell does that make you?" She yelled, fists clenched. Dean took a breath and looked at her, nostrils flared.
"Look, I'm sorry if this hovel isn't good enough for you, princess, but you can always leave."
"Princess?" She spat. "Ugh! You are a piece of work, you know that?"
"Like I said, you don't like it, you can leave."
Naturally, she did. Kat and Dean are very much alike in their hard-headed ways.
Sam was exasperated when Dean told him he and Kat broke up again, and why.
He and Castiel conspired a plan, one where they literally shoved them into the same room and left Castiel to block the door. A month apart was enough for them to (hopefully) come to their senses.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean growled.
"Sam told me to."
"Sam, I'm gonna hit you," Kat said, well, promised.
"You guys are being stupid," Sam said. "So you're gonna stay here and talk this out and you aren't leaving until you do."
It didn't take long for them to be on each other again. Redundant, eh?
"What are they doing?" Castiel asked, head cocked to the side. Sam grabbed him by the collar, averting his own eyes.
"Playing Scrabble!" Kat called over her shoulder. She and Dean giggled.
"Don't worry about it."
Now, the third time wasn't the charm. In fact it was downright mean. Dean was trying to protect both her and himself, but he didn't need to behave that way.
"Dean, please, talk to me!" She begged.
"I said no," he growled.
"Dean, I'm just trying to help-"
"Get out," he hissed, clenching the card table so tightly in his fingers were white.
"What?" She blanched. He flipped the table over, turning on her, face red, teeth bared in a snarl. He looked like a beast from a fairytale; a monster.
Kat didn't know about Ellen and Jo's death. She didn't know that Dean felt responsible for it. She didn't know the strain of being Michael's vessel was, or that Sam was Lucifer's. She didn't know that he was angry and frustrated to the point of bursting. And he was scared. He was scared at the prospects of her suffering the same fate as everyone else he'd cared about. She didn't know a damn thing about it, and that's what Dean wanted.
She took off, scared. He hated himself for it, loathed himself for making her run like that.
He threw the whiskey bottle he was holding when she was gone, cursing loudly. He ran his hands through his hair, loathing anything and everything about himself.
So what does an angsty, heart-broken, self-hating Dean Winchester do? He drinks. A lot.
He wandered the city streets, blind. Well, a drunken blind. He tool another long swig, stumbling into a bench.
"Sorry, Miss," he slurred, then broke into a fit of giggles.
He was in a much more up-scale neighborhood that he'd started out in, though he hardly noticed. The people in Armani suits and Porches definitely did.
He paused in front of a restaurant that was so expensive he couldn't afford to step inside.
But, through the large window he saw a familiar mop of curls. And across from her, some tool in a tie.
"Who the hell is that?" He hiccupped he didn't know, but he was going to find out.
Kat, meanwhile, was trying desperately mot to fall asleep.
Bryan Johnson was his name. He sold insurance, drove an eco-friendly car, hated rock 'n' roll, leather, and meat. Absolutely, positively in every way not Dean. But good God he was so boring. He was chattering away about how riveting the insurance business is when she heard a very boisterous voice say: "Hell no, I don't got a jacket! Do you have a jacket?"
"Oh God," she breathed, ducking behind her menu.
"I'll just be a second, slick, hold your horses." She sunk deep into her chair.
Don't see me, don't see me…
She shut her eyes, sighing. "Hello, Dean."
"Who the hell are you?" Bryan snapped.
Dean ignored him, leaning over the table, grinning stupidly at her. "You look very- What the hell are you eating?" He grimaced, poking at the little bits of what he assumed was food on her plate.
"What are you doing here?" She asked through gritted teeth.
"Just sayin' hi," he said, still smiling sweetly. She couldn't help but think it was adorable, and that made her mad.
"Leave," she urged. "You're making a scene."
"NO I'M NOT!" He boasted, grinning broadly.
"Shh!" She hissed.
"Sorry," he whispered, giggling. She smiled a little. She missed those eyes…
"Can I help you?" Bryan spat. Dean swung his head, facing him.
"Ew," he remarked before turning back to Kat. "What the hell are with this ugly SOB for?"
"What's your name?" Dean interrupted.
"Uh, Bryan, why?"
"Boring Bryan," Dean giggled. "Well Boring Bryan, I got somefin to say to you.
"You see that coat? She hates that coat. Makes her all itchy. And she doesn't like those shoes either. She's already clumsy, and those don't help. And they hurt her feet.
"She doesn't like that dress, even though it matches her eyes and she looks really friggin' gorgeous in it. She doesn't like getting dressed up because that means she has to wear that necklace . Her dad gave her that for her eighteenth birthday and she doesn't want to hurt it, 'cause she's kinda clumsy, remember?
"Ritzy places like this make her feel icky. This is the last place anyone should take her. She'd be better off at the diner down the street where she could eat some real food.
"So, here's what's gonna happen, Boring Bryan. I'm gonna kick you ass. Then I'm gonna carry her outta here and take her to the diner down the street and get'er a burger. I'm gonna sober up and if she's merciful enough to forgive a stupid asshole like me we're gonna go to her place and have some awesome sex."
Kat was frozen where she sat, astounded, unable to take her eyes off him. She didn't know Dean paid that much attention to her.
"Now, wait jut a minute, dick-"
Kat winced. Here we go…
Boring Bryan fell to the ground, out cold in just one hit. Dean grinned, satisfied.
He pulled Kat's chair out and lifted her into his arms.
"Dean!" She exclaimed. "Put me down!"
"Your feet hurt," he stated, voice genuine. She smiled a little. They stepped outside, leaving the gawking onlookers behind.
Dean tugged off her shoes and tossed them into the nearest trashcan, still supporting her with one arm. Kat grinned, leaning her head against his chest. She missed him. She hated herself for it, but she missed him.
True to his slurred, drunken word, he carried her to the diner, plopping her down in a booth.
They were eating a little while later, laughing and joking while Dean sobered up. He reached across the table, taking her hand.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm so sorry. I…I just want you to be safe. But I'll never do something like that to you again. I promise." Kat's brows rose.
"Why?" She ased.
"Because I never want to hurt you like that. I don't want you to be afraid of me. Please…forgive me?" She grabbed his collar, yanking him to her and kissing him.
"I forgive you."
And, as Dean foretold, awesome sex was had.
Now, there was one more break-up, dearies. But it was not Dean who called it off or caused it. It was all Kat. And after you hear what she said you just might want to hurt her.
-Very long, I know, but I hoped you liked it! Please review and more soon!-