𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

"I'm going out."

"Can I come with?"

Dean spins on his heel, an unsure and amused smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at Katherine. Her hands are held behind her back, and she's dressed in her typically-casual ensemble of jeans and a camisole. A dark blue, black and white flannel is draped over the chair behind her, and her blonde hair tumbles in messy waves over one shoulder. "You want to come with me?" Katherine shrugs. "To a bar?"

"What, are you scared I'm gonna throw off your game, grandpa?"

Dean scowls. "I'm not old."

"Yeah, whatever. Don't worry, Sam, I'll look out for 'em." Katherine turns to Dean with a grin. "It's time I show you how much fun I can be."

Dean's smile returns once more. "I look forward to that."

"Can I drive?"

"Hell no."

Katherine sighs. "Fine. You're probably gonna be drunk later anyway." She steps outside, shielding her eyes from the sinking sun.

"Be back later, Sammy," Dean calls.

"Hey," he says, and Dean looks over to him. Sam's got that look...

"Oh, stop with the stray puppy dog face. I'll keep an eye on her." Sam doesn't seem all that convinced as Dean shuts the door behind him. "All right, kid—" Katherine sighs, and so does Dean. "Sorry. Force of habit." She turns her piercing blue eyes to him. "You bring a fake on this little road trip with you or do I have to back-alley it?"

"See, I never really...had any reason for a fake."

Dean carefully eyes her. "What?" She shrugs and he holds a hand up. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying you've never had a drink before?"

Katherine lets out a hysterical snort. "Come on, I'm not sheltered. Sophia and I have friends who work in bars." She shrugs. "There's this place we go to all the time, Ruth's—it's a country bar."

"Country bar, huh?" Dean muses, opening up the car door, and closes it behind him. "Have some cowboy fantasy I don't know about?"

She laughs. Dean puts the car into reverse and heads for the nearest dive. As they're just passing into the joint, Dean holding the door open for her, she lets out a yawn.

"Dude," he deadpans. Katherine's brow slowly furrows, her eyes looking over him in confusion.

"What?"

He shakes his head. "None of that. It's six o'clock."

"Well you know what, I'm not exactly used to this four-hours-of-sleep program you have running."

Dean moves towards the bar. "You want anything to eat?"

Katherine gives him a noncommittal shrug. "Whatever you're having." He nods and turns. "Ah, no onions."

Dean gawks. "No onions?" Katherine shrugs and turns on her heels, looking for a table in the already-packed area. Dean sighs and moves to the bar top. "Two beers and, uh...two bacon cheeseburgers. Everything, with onions."

Katherine holds her phone to her ear, an arm crossed over her chest as she listens to her father's voicemail. "Dad," she murmurs. "It's...me. Soph called, said you were looking for me. I'm with the Winchesters." She glances to Dean as he approaches the end of the bar and swiftly hangs up.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Katherine tells him. "Nosy." Dean slides her beer across the bar top, and she takes it without protest. She stares at it thoughtfully, reflecting on her life and everything she's experienced. And yet... "You know, nobody's ever bought me a beer before."