#deankat

[thelastphoenix-7]

https://youtu.be/Q0MaUry9zaY

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

Oh man I really like this one? Perhaps it's the religious imagery, but this one immediately made me think of Kat. Not just because she learns so much about God and Heaven that she doesn't like, but also because she's a force to be reckoned with, even up against those terrible odds. Most notably:

"Bring hell or highwater Bring the storm, ain't no bother Bring the devil, Holy Father Walk her to slaughter She'll only get stronger You're not gonna stop her Hell or highwater"

And of course, how could I pass on this gem? 😉

"Mother has told her to marry a man Who lives by the Gospel"

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

48 for kat and dean 🥺

Dean ignored the stares of the other patrons as he trudged through the diner. He know he looked like shit. He was covered in dirt and sweat, and probably smelled like smoke and rot. Digging up graves was a strong contender for worst part of the job.

He spotted Kat almost instantly. Her blonde hair was shiny clean as she read her morning paper. She’d opted out of grave duty to babysit the ghost’s target. What a fucking baby.

He joined her at the booth, collapsing wordlessly across from her. He promptly face-planted into the table.

“Morning to you too,” Kat snorted. “How’d it go?”

Dean grunted in response.

“Good to hear. Where’s Sam?”

Another grunt.

“Alright. Coffee?”

This time his grunt was a little higher. Kat must’ve read it as an affirmative, because she went up to the counter. When she returned a few minutes later, it was to slide a porcelain cup next to his nose. 

The smell roused him, and he practically pounced on it. The taste hit him like a truck, and his eyes snapped wide open.

“Ahem – wow. Is that...?”

“Mostly black. One shot whiskey, half spoon of sugar. Don’t worry. I won’t tell Sam.”

She hadn’t even looked up from her paper. Still, Dean was careful to hide his smile.

He leaned back in his seat, savoring his coffee and kicking his feet up on the bench next to Kat. Without lifting her eyes, she sank down and did the same.

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Send me an OC and a number 1-50 and I’ll write a romance drabble!

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” for kat and dean ;))

A.K.A. Kat goes undercover and discovers Dean has a fetish.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Kat rolled her eyes and straightened the belt around her waist. She kept her eyes focused on her reflection, so she wouldn’t have to see Dean standing behind her in the mirror.

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously. You make a good cowgirl. You look uh...ha...”

It took a lot of self-control not to snap at him. Unfortunately, traveling with the Winchesters, she was getting a lot of practice. Still, she did not appreciate being made fun of.

It was a routine undercover job - heartless bodies cropping up at a Western themed resort. Kat was infiltrating the staff while the boys booked a room. 

She’d been prepared for the uniform to be some short skirt open shirt cowgirl look, like a Halloween costume from Party City, but the resort prided itself on being 100% authentic. The uniform was not at all flattering - long sleeve shirt, leather vest, a skirt that went down to her calves, and a stupid ascot that made her neck all kinds of itchy. It was bulky, not to mention stifling, and she felt like an idiot.

Kat made the mistake of looking up, and caught Dean’s eye in the mirror. He had the audacity to wink at her.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“Choke on a cock, Winchester.”

She turned on her heel, shoving him hard out of her way as she stormed out of the room. She found Sam waiting by the Impala, a map of the resort spread out on the hood.

“Everything okay?” he asked, without looking up. Slamming doors and hurling curses had become the norm for Dean and Kat.

“I just hate undercover work,” she growled, hopping up on the trunk. 

“I know. But you’re the only one with legal working papers. We’ll be in and out fast. You’ll be out of customer service in no time.”

“It’s not that. Your brother’s just a fuckface. I feel stupid enough without him making snide comments about this dumb getup.”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” said Sam, with a light laugh. “He’s extra excited about this case. He’s got a fanboy boner for the whole Western thing."

Kat gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

“The Old West,” Sam repeated. “You know, cowboys, cowgirls, old saloon. He’s crazy about that stuff. It’s like a weird fetish. Why?”

“No, nothing. Nothing. Gross.”

Kat crossed her arms, frowning down at her frumpy uniform. She wasn’t sure if she felt relieved that Dean hadn’t been making fun of her, or violated that her stupid ascot might be getting him off. She couldn’t decide which was worse.

Dean came jogging out of motel room, winking at her as he spun Baby’s keys around his fingers. “All set, Calamity Jane?”

She flipped him off. It was going to be a long hunt.

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

Dean Kat OTP ASKS!!!!

6. Hates the in-laws.

Lol, what in-laws? Not a problem when your family is dead.

1. Acts like they’re dying when they have a cold. 

Dean, but not always. If there’s a hunt on the line, he’ll shove any discomfort under the rug, but God help anyone around if there’s no case. He’ll whine and whine and reminisce about the Apocalypse until Kat suggests knocking him out with a frying pan because the NyQuil isn’t working fast enough.

2. Gets mad at the TV and throws the remote. 

Neither one will throw it, per say, but they’re both very avid screamers. Remotes wouldn’t be thrown unless things get personal, like something on the news hitting a nerve, or Kat manually changing the channel during Dr. Sexy MD.

3. Gets the worst road rage.

Katherine. Dean blows the horn and honks, but Kat grew up around LA traffic, so she’s used to letting out a string of curse words that make Dean’s eyes go wide, and weaving back and forth in tight spaces with her tiny car. Another reason Dean hates letting her drive.

4. Spends too much time in the bathroom on their phone. 

Kat, probably. She just kind of zones out and forgets where she is.

5. Packs the whole closet for an overnight trip. 

Neither one of them. They’re both used to packing light, though Kat’s usually more prepared than Dean is.

6. Hates the in-laws. 

Lol, what in-laws? Not a problem when your family is dead.

7. Hits the snooze button…11 times. 

Dean. Kat is an early bird, and Dean will take all the sleep he can get.

8. Makes the other late for work. 

Dean, for sure. He’s not accustomed to having a job and schedule, needing or wanting to be places at a specific time every day. Kat tries her best to whip him into shape, and not let him affect her, but he always manages to find a way to delay her - whether it be impromptu kisses or him getting frustrated with his laptop or finding a break on a new case. She hates him for it.

9. Uses the television as a babysitter. 

Kat’s more likely to leave the child with the television and hope that it occupies them so she can get some time to herself. Dean is more likely to sit with a child in front of a television - with no regard as to what is on - so that they’ll just shut up.

10. Takes in the stray dog. 

Both of them are the type to pretend they’re inconvenienced at every turn. They’re only keeping the dog for the night, they’re only buying toys so the dog doesn’t scratch up the Impala seats, they’re only letting them sleep on the bed so they don’t have to listen to the whining. But they’re both softies at heart, so they fall for the dog fast.

11. Suggests a 3am trip to McDonald’s. 

Dean. Kat doesn’t need to have her arm twisted.

12. Leaves their shoes out for the other to trip over. 

Dean, for sure. And he’ll do it on purpose too, just to see if she’ll trip while she’s reading a text. She usually doesn’t though.

13. Can’t make up their mind when it comes to dinner. 

Kat. If it was up to Dean, they’d have burgers 75% of the time, and Chinese the other 25%. And he always orders the same thing. Kat’s desperate for a little more variety, but she takes her time making a decision. It drives Dean mental.

14. Needs to be reminded of all their appointments. 

Dean. He’s not used to having any appointments - just being out on the open road and going wherever he pleases. Kat has to get a big calendar and write everything in red so he can keep track of it.

15. Bribes the other into doing chores, getting out of the house…and taking a shower. 

Kat. Always, always, always Kat. She bribes him with food, she bribes him with sex. For the most part, Dean doesn’t mind doing chores - he likes lawn maintenance and doing dishes. Other things, like laundry or grocery shopping, not so much. Plus, when he’s hung up on something, it’s hard to get him going again.

16. Picks the movies. 

Dean. Kat doesn’t have too many opinions, and Dean has enough for both of them. She doesn’t mind. It’s good to watch him be so ridiculously passionate about something outside of hunting.

17. Takes the safety steps when building a pillow fort. 

Kat, probably. She has the benefit of experience building forts, something Dean didn’t have the luxury of as a child.

18. Kisses the other’s injuries better. 

Dean. They’ve both patched each other up more times than they can count, but an extra kiss on the bandage is Dean’s kind of thing. He’s a little more comfortable showing affection. Even after they’re officially together, Kat’s simply not used to the gestures.

19. Is addicted to angry birds, game of war, candy crush, temple run, or flappy bird. 

Dean. As soon as Kat gets him a phone that’s not a flip burner cell, he starts tapping and exploring and can’t seem to stop. Kat seriously regrets her decisions.

20. Kills the spiders. 

Neither of them make a huge deal about it, but after spending so much time in grimy hotels or sleeping outside, Dean’s a little less shocked by them than Kat is.

21. Hogs the blankets. 

Kat. Luckily, Dean doesn’t take that shit lying down, and will pull her and the blankets back whether he wakes her up or not.

22. Takes pranks too far. 

Dean. For sure. I.E. the time he put her phone number up on a dating site because she messed with his cassettes. She didn’t speak to him for a week.

23. Makes the dirty jokes. 

Psh. Dean. Like that’s a question.

24. Keeps a piggy bank. 

Kat. Piggy bank implies having one place to keep your change, which is more Kat’s speed. Dean saves his change, but it’s spread everywhere from the floor of the Impala to the pockets of every jacket and jeans, to the bottom of his duffel.

25. Has no problem having ice cream for breakfast. 

Dean. Kat implores him to at least make it a banana split so he can get some fruit in his system.

26. Gets a tattoo when they’re drunk. 

Also Dean. Kat cackles when he wakes up with her name in an uneven scrawl across his hip, but he’s only pissed because it looks uneven. He goes back sober to get it touched up, maybe embellished a little. Kat’s too flustered for words when she finds out he didn’t just have it covered up.

27. Trips over their own feet. 

Dean. Kat’s usually more graceful than that.

28. Makes the other go for a walk. 

Kat. She likes running. Dean thinks that she’s crazy, and resents when she bribes him into coming with her. Sure, the post-workout sex is great, but at what cost?

29. Whines until they get what they want. 

Dean will whine and annoy his way to victory. Kat’s more likely to fight and stand her ground until Dean gives in to avoid a fight.

30. Tries to act tough but really isn’t. 

This is a basic summary of both of their personalities.

31. Talks the most, says the least. 

Dean probably talks more to fill the silence, or talks about movies and television and music and cases, but doesn’t ever share anything about himself. Still, Kat’s usually pretty good about guessing what’s going on in his head.

32. Talks the least, says the most.

Kat’s more quiet all around. It takes him time, but Dean slowly learns how to read her. He prides himself on being one of the few people that can.

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

i hope there is always going to be an us 

(insp)

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

“Brother, I have been re-hymenated. And the Dude will not abide.” He turned to Kat, sliding his eyes over her figure. “What do you say, Tinkerbell? Wanna go a few rounds? Work out all that frustration?” 

“…I’ll pass.” 

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged. “I saw you think about it.” 

“Actually, I was just trying to remember if I’ve ever heard anything as stupid as re-hymenated in my life.” Kat sneered, mocking his shrug. “Congratulations, by the way. I haven’t.”

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

“Can someone shoot him?” Dean x Kat

They’d known it was going to be a trap. They weren’t idiots. They chose to act like they were, because - really - what choice did they have? If they didn’t go inside, they might live, but the demons would slaughter those hostages without blinking an eye. If they did…well, the hostages might still die, but at least the two of them would have a clear conscience.

“You set on the plan?” Dean asked, checking the magazine in his gun.

Kat resisted the urge to tell him that, yes, after two hours of planning and going through it seventeen different times, she was pretty sure she knew what she was doing. She’d gotten used to working solo, but he was used to being a leader. He was just doing the job.

So she nodded curtly, letting him take the lead as he slammed the trunk of the Impala closed.

“Alright. Then let’s get to work.”

The bar the demons were holed up in only had two entrances, which left them with limited options. They’d cased the building briefly, but hadn’t found anything all that helpful. None of the windows were well-situated for entry. It was probably one of the reasons they’d chosen this building in the first place. 

Dean strolled through the front of the bar, throwing the doors wide open with a smile. His eyes immediately counted the bodies in front of him. Ten total - seven hostages and three demons judging by body language. Of course, they could always be faking. Wouldn’t be the first time. But that was a problem for later.

“Hi,” he said causally, waving to the brunette who’d led them here. “Sorry I’m a little late. Thought I’d stop for a last meal and all that. You know the quality of Chopper’s burgers has really gone downhill in the past couple years. I’m surprised they haven’t gone out of business yet.”

The demon didn’t seem amused by his small talk.

“Where’s the girl?” she demanded.

Dean dropped the act, turning stony. “Not here. You wanted me to come, here I am. Fair trade. You get Michael’s vessel, and the hostages get gone. That’s the deal.”

The girl considered him for a moment, tilting her head back and forth. Then she shrugged, and waved a hand to one of her bitches. The other two demons started for the hostages, and Dean tensed for a moment. But they simply dragged the patrons to their feet, pushing them out the door. 

When the last frightened customer had finally run panting into the street, the girl smiled at him. Dean held his ground as she approached, even when she tugged playfully on the edges of his jacket.

“You know, I can’t see why the angels see so much in you, Winchester,” she mused. “You’re a sinner just like the rest of us.”

“Oh sweetheart, you don’t know the half of it.”

She laughed, prodding his chest with a sharp nail. “You are funny, though. And I’ll tell you, there’s one thing God and I have in common. We don’t like liars.”

He didn’t even have to look up. But he did.

Two more demons entered the room from the back, dragging Kat’s struggling form with them. She kicked and grunted, but didn’t have any luck breaking free. Luck seemed to be something they were running pretty short on.

Dean must have looked worried, because the ringleader laughed again. “You see, Dean? I’m reasonable. Who needs a bunch of rando hostages when I’ve got your pretty little girlfriend right here for leverage?”

“She’s not really my girlfriend,” he offered, trying to keep his voice casual. “I mean, no disrespect, Kit Kat, just - Are we exclusive? Have we talked about that?”

“Can you shut the hell up?” she grunted, still trying to wriggle free.

“Sorry. You’re busy. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Enough chit chat,” the demon cut in. “Now, you’re gonna do everything I ask real easy, Dean, or we’re gonna slice Barbie’s skin off nice and slow. Are you’re gonna start by unloading that gun you’ve got tucked in your pants.”

“You scared of a couple bullets, sweetheart?”

“They smart,” she said evenly. “Now, Winchester, or we’ll start with her fingers.”

Dean hesitated, turning to look at Kat across from him. She was still fighting, but the demon holding her was about twice her size.  He was solid, one arm around wrapped around her throat. He was poised to break her neck, but Dean knew that he wouldn’t. You couldn’t torture a dead hostage.

Kat gripped the demon’s arm, kicking her feet out from under herself and writhing. But the guard was solid, and didn’t budge and inch.

“Can someone please shoot him?” she groaned, glaring pointedly at Dean.

He deflated, and after a moment, clicked the magazine free. He held the two parts up to see, and then placed them on the ground at his feet.

The woman smiled. “Good boy. And now the knife.”

Dean blanched. “Sor-…uh, what?”

“I’m not an idiot, Dean. The knife you got off the traitorous whore. Hand it over.”

“I don’t have it.”

“Don’t lie to me again, Winchester.”

“No, see, that one wasn’t actually a lie,” he said with a grin. “Cause I don’t have the knife. She does.”

There wasn’t enough time for them to react. 

Kat kicked her feet up again, and because her captor was holding her steady, she was able to use one arm to grab Ruby’s knife out of her boot. It sliced down the demon’s forearm, making him recoil, and then she was free. She spun around, swiping the blade across his throat in one motion and slamming it into another demon’s chest in the next.

There was nothing Dean wanted more than to sit back and watch her work, but there were three other demons to take care of. He pulled his flask from his jacket, splashing the woman in front of him with holy water and listening with satisfaction as she screamed. It was enough to give him the jump on her, and he threw her across the bar.

The fight was barely three minutes. It was all swinging arms and flying hair, both of them acting on instinct rather than strategy. And then it was over, Kat and Dean standing over the five bodies and barely allowing themselves to believe it. Maybe they weren’t completely out of luck just yet.

Dean ran a thumb over his split lip, looking around with a satisfied nod. “Nice work. The ‘shoot him’ signal wasn’t a half bad idea.”

“Thanks,” said Kat, returning the gesture. She tossed the knife back to him. “Not bad yourself. Granted you still can’t keep your mouth shut.”

“Um, excuse me? I was the distraction. Keeping my mouth open was the whole point.” He paused, wrinkling his nose. “That sounded nasty.”

“Come on,” she sighed. “We should scram before one of those people calls the cops.”

“Whatever you say, girlfriend.”

Kat gave him a stern look, and led the way out of the bar. Dean shrugged. Apparently they were not going to talk about that later.

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tagging @httpscoot because I feel like I should at this point <3