𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄

"Bad news, Kitty Kat. Gordon's out of jail."

Katherine frowns, turning to look at Charlie. Her phone is pinned between her left shoulder and ear, knife in her right as they prepare dinner. "Gordon Ramsey went to jail?"

He frowns back at her. "He did?"

Katherine looks away from him. "How did he wind up in jail?"

Dean sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Gordon Walker, Katherine."

"Oh." She chuckles a little, then her smile fades. "Oh...shit."

"Yeah, thank you."

"Shit." She sets the knife down and stare at the counter. "Well what the hell, man? How?"

"Don't know, don't care. I'm gonna freakin' fry his ass. And you know what? Bela Talbot told him where to find us, so she's goin' with him."

"How the hell did she know where to find you?" Silence. "Dean."

"She called me to thank me for saving her ass."

Katherine scoffs. "You're such an idiot."

"I know, thank you."

"A gullibile...idiot."

"Thank you, Katherine."

"This doesn't mean you get dibs on, uh...you know." Katherine glances to Charlie. "That's still my thing."

"I thought you told her it's whatever karma decided it was going to be?"

"Yeah, well...don't go out of your way to find her, all right? Especially if I'm not there. I wanna be there." She sighs, clenching her fist. "What are you gonna do about Gordon? Where are you?"

"Too far from you. Don't worry about it...we're gonna figure it out."

"Well, you have to kill him, Dean." Charlie's head snaps in her direction. 

"I know."

Katherine holds a finger up and walks into their bedroom. "He isn't gonna stop until Sam—"

"I know," Dean repeats. He mutters obsceneties under his breath. "The bitch is calling me back."

"Wha—Dean—" The line goes dead. "Son of a—" She slams her phone onto the bed.

Charlie leans against the doorway. "The hell was that?" He asks. 

"Remember that bitch Bela?"

"Mhm."

"There's this guy who has a hit out on Sam and she led the guy right to him. God I should've killed her!" Katherine runs her fingers through her hair and starts to pace. "He's gonna kill Sam."

"Why is he going to kill Sam?"

"Because of that whole situation in Wyoming I told you about," she reminds him. "The Devil's Gate." After a moment, Charlie nods. She sighs, moving towards him, and wraps her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, this...I shouldn't have told you about this."

"Yes, you should've," he disagrees, wrapping his arms around her middle. "Do you...frequently kill people?"

"No," she says into his skin.

"Have you?"

"No."

Charlie sighs, lifting his chin from her head, and pats her back. "C'mon. Can't do anything from here, Kit. Let's finish cooking and we'll wait for him to call back."