𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

"I'm sick of this phone thing. I need to see you."

Katherine smiles, turning onto her comforter. "Yeah, me too."

"It's been raining all week so we haven't been able toget any work done," he continues to complain. "So I hung out with my work friends."

"What a horrible week, Charlie Taylor," Katherine laughs.

"Yeah, well. I'd much rather it have been with you." He sighs, playing with a thread in the blanket. He chews on his lip for a moment, debating on even asking...she said she would rather not share the details of cases with him, but... "Katherine, I saw Sam and Dean were arrested the other day. What's going on?"

"Oh, that's nothing to worry about," she assures him. "We meant for it to happen. One of their contacts works in the prison they're at."

"So you're investigating."

"Yeah."

"And Dean murdered someone?"

She frowns. "What? Oh, no, no, no! Remember the shape shifter? It can turn into anyone, anything...the one in St. Louis was wearing his face."

"Oh, right...I kind of remember that in your very brief explanation of things you profressionally murder. Professionally."

Katherine chuckles, rolling onto her feet. "Anyway, I have a line-in with the D.A. here. He called me when he heard Dean and Sam were in lockup, so I have been appointed their lawyer."

Charlie frowns. "You're not a lawyer."

"I'm also not an FBI agent, or part of homeland security," she says, bending down to her bag. She smirks. "Regret keeping me?"

"Hell no," Charlie laughs softly. "Just...I need you to be careful, all right? I don't..." He lets out a heavy sighs.

"I always am," she murmurs, tossing a light blue blouse onto her bed. "You're wearing that amulet, right?"

"Yeah," Charlie answers. "Never take it off."

She smiles. "Good. I'll call you again when I can, all right?"

He wants to sigh again. He'd been hearing that too much lately. "Yeah."

"And I promise I'll be in town soon."

"I'm gonna hold you to it, Katherine Louise." He really didn't want to get his hopes up. He couldn't help it, the hold she had on his heart.

"I always keep my promises," she defends, searching for her skirt. "Anyway, gotta get dressed. I'll talk at you soon."

"I love you."

Katherine smiles, sitting back on her heels. "I love you." She hangs up and swiftly dresses herself. Her usually-curly hair has been flat-ironed. Walking into the sheriff's office, she looks especially polished.

Dean's eyes sweep over her, for a moment not recognizing her, but the bravado in her voice is a clear sign of who she is.

"And who are you?" Agent Victor Henriksen asks. He's a staunch man, a little pompous. Dean doesn't like him much.

Katherine sets her briefcase on the ground. "Amberle Sommers, public defender's office," she says, reaching her hand over to Dean. Completely ignores Henriksen. "I've been assigned you and your brother's case."

Henriksen doesn't seem happy.

"Are you Henriksen?" She asks the man.

"Yeah, and we're not quite done here."