𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Katherine lowers Dr. Gregg's notes from her line of vision, and Dean is quite amused to witness the expression on her face as she looks at Sam, who is passed out on the kitchen table.

She swings her head around to look at Dean on the other bed and tugs the gray hood of her jacket out of her field of vision. "Did he just moan again?" Dean holds the motel notepad up to show her a tally that had increassed by one.

"Dude's gotta get it somehow."

"This is just embarassing," Katherine mutters. She tears off a piece of paper from her notepad, wads it up, and chucks it at Sam's head. "Sam!" He shoots straight up and turns to look at her. Drool shines from the corner of his mouth until he quickly wipes at it with his sleeve and a frown.

"What?" He grunts.

"You were snoring."

"Moaning," Dean corrects. Sam turns pink. "So who was it?"

"What? No one. Nothing."

"Angelina Jolie."

Katherine sighs. "Can we move past this?"

"Brad Pitt."

"No," Sam says. Then he frowns at Dean. "No."

"Guys," Katherine chirps.

"Why does sex talk make you so squirmy?" Dean wonders.

"This is me not engaging."

"Why not?"

"Dean."

"Don't poke the bear," Sam grunts.

"Sex makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?" Dean asks with a grin. "Why's it make both of you uncomfortable?"

Katherine slaps her notes down beside her and points at him. "I had sex with you." She points at Sam. "You are like my brother. Sex does not need to come up in conversation with the three of us ever."

"Ouch," Sam mutters.

"Oh—okay, don't be like that." She holds her hand up and shakes her head.

"I mean—"

"I'm offended for you," Dean goads. Katherine gawks at him.

"No, that's not what I meant—"

"It sounds like it's what you meant," Sam says.

Katherine, frantic to just stop talking about it, finds herself saying, "Well would you have sex with me?!"

Sam just sits there. And blinks. Dean laughs. Katherine turns red.

"Anyway," Dean sighs. "I called Bela."

Sam clears his throat. "Oh yeah? What'd she, uh...what'd she say? She gonna help us?"

Dean scoffs. "Shockingly, no. KD and I have been trying to makes heads or tails outta the doc's research, but uh...he has worse handwriting than you do, so I'm still on page two. So...you wanna come help us with this or what?"

Katherine watches Sam glance down to his lap, and she quickly averts her gaze.

Then there's a quick knock at the door. Obviously feminine.

Katherine pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and crosses her arms as Dean crosses to the front door. "I thought you said she wasn't gonna help us?"

He starts pulling the door open. "Just because someone knocked doesn't mean it's—" He sighs as Bela pushes past him. "Her. As I live and breathe."

"I do have a name."