𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

Dean left that night and went to his room. He was back bright and early, though, before even Sam was awake. Getting into Katherine's room was easy enough. She was still in bed, a hand on the gun she had tucked underneath her pillow as she watched the door open, just in case it wasn't who she thought it would be. 

He rolled onto her bed and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I was half-expecting you to pull a gun on me." Playfully, she pulls the hammer of her beretta back, and Dean sees just the muzzle of the black pistol peek out from beneath her pillow. "That's my girl. C'mon. I'm taking you to breakfast, like I said I would."

Katherine frowns and pushes her torso up. "When was this discussed?" She asks.

"In Nebraska. I asked 'coffee or dinner,' and you said 'breakfast.'"

A wide smile tugs at Katherine's mouth before she pushes herself off of the bed and bounds into the bathroom. 

The sun has only barely risen when they're finished with breakfast, and they were considerate: they brought Sam something.

"What's the plan for today?" Sam asks, shoveling a bite of pancake into his mouth. Katherine gawks at him for a moment, her pen dangling between her teeth as she marvels at Sam's "bite." What was it, half of her face?

She shakes her head, drawing her attention back to the task at hand. "Uh...well, we need to look for documentation, if there is any, of what happened in the sixties," she says, clicking her pen. "Check the paper, the library...courthouse." She shrugs. "Dean knows Cassie, so I figured he could dig around with her and you and I can take whichever." She watches Sam a little curiously. Does he inhale or does he chew?

He chews. A little.

"Sounds perfect," Sam says around his food. Dean reaches over and hands him a napkin, pointing to the corner of his mouth.

"You've got ketchup and hash brown," he explains. Katherine snorts. 

"The library doesn't open until eight, courthouse opens up at nine, so we're stuck here for a while," she says, then looks to Dean. "If you want to get a head start...considering it could probably take you a while to get there. Old engine and whatnot." She clicks her pen and cracks her journal open, and Dean glowers.

"Her engine is not old. It's twenty-seven."

Katherine frowns and looks up at him. "That engine hasn't been changed at all?" Dean crosses his arms and Sam glances between the two. 

"So, Katherine," he says. "What are we doing for your birthday?"

"I want to find a damn chupacabra," she tells him. "Or a werewolf. Something I get to hit, y'know?"

"Aren't chupacabras really little?" Sam asks.

Katherine shrugs. "It's like punching the Tasmanian Devil."

"To Mexico we go," Dean hums. 

"When do we have to be in town for graduation?" Sam questions.

"Like...the Saturday before?" Katherine shrugs. "It sucks, though, because we all graduate at the same time. Can't watch Soph get her diploma." Her eyes shift to Dean as he rises to his feet.

"I'll see you nerds later," he says, moving for the door. Sam rolls his eyes as it shuts behind his brother. 

Just before they were leaving for the library, her phone rang—it was one of the officers from the scene yesterday, letting her know there had been another accident.

She glances over her shoulder, across the snow-littered grass, as the roar of the Impala's engine announces Dean's presence. He's frowning up at the sky, just like Katherine did when she saw the snow on the ground that morning.