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!
18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
Dean Winchester was unbearable at the best of times. When he was sick, it was worse. But injured and out of commission? It would be a miracle if Kat could stop herself from punching a hole in Bobby’s wall.
“This blows,” he grumbled from his seat in the armchair. His right leg was done up in a cast up to his knee, propped up on a stool while he sat in front of the television. “If I have to watch one more procedural cop show, I’m gonna blow my brains out.”
“Have you considered—I don’t know—changing the channel?” Kat bit from her spot in the kitchen.
“Well I would if this remote wasn’t so shitty. Gotta jam the button like six times before anything fucking works. You sure you changed the batteries on this?”
“Yes, Dean. I changed them yesterday.”
“I don’t know. You sure?”
“Yes, Dean,” she repeated through clenched teeth. “I am sure I changed them yesterday.”
“Whatever. Even if I could change the damn channel, there’s nothing good on. News, cop shows, that shitty cartoon reboot that’s always running on Cartoon Network. Whatever happened to Scooby Doo, you know?”
Kat chose not to respond. They’d had this exact conversation the day before, and she was not going to get roped into it again. She’d stab herself with the butter knife before listening to Dean’s synopsis of his favorite twenty episodes of Scooby Doo again. For the moment, she reserved the knife for the peanut butter sandwich she was making.
“If I’m gonna be stuck here, Bobby could at least get better cable,” Dean complained. “There’s not even any decent soaps on. Days of Our Lives, Young and the Restless, General Hospital, Dr. Sexy…”
“Oh, so you admit that Dr. Sexy is a soap?”
“What? No! No, I just meant…you know, jumping off the General Hospital idea, I thought…”
“Save it,” she snorted, carrying his PBJ and chips in on a plate. “We all know your taste in media is questionable at best.”
“Excuse me?” he spat, glaring up at her. “Take that fucking back.”
“One word, Dean. Hentai.”
She dropped the plate of food into his lap and plopped down on the couch.
“Man,” Dean groaned, forgoing the argument to stare longingly at the TV. “I wish Bobby had better porn channels. I wonder if he’s got tapes somewhere around here…”
“Oh no. Fuck no. Absolutely not.”
“Come on,” Dean chuckled through a mouth of peanut butter. “A man’s a man. Bet he’s got a stash somewhere in the library. Maybe the panic room.”
“Dean, I’m not letting you watch porn in Bobby’s living room.”
“Please? Probably the most action I’m gonna get with this thing crushing my leg.”
He pouted down at his cast, and Kat rolled her eyes.
“Trust me, if anyone could figure out how to have sex when they’re immobilized on bed rest, I’m sure it’d be Dean Winchester.”
“That a challenge?” he asked with a smirk.
“No.”
Dean laughed, the armchair squeaking as he threw his head back. He picked up his plate, holding it out of the way and patting his legs. He beckoned her closer. Kat just raised her eyebrows.
“Come here,” he sighed. “No funny business, I promise. I’m just bored out of my mind.”
Kat knew better than to trust a Winchester, but she obliged. Delicately as she could, she draped herself across Dean’s lap, her legs kicked over the side and her shoulder leaning into his chest. It was hard to hide a smile as his arm wrapped around her waist. She plucked one of the chips from his plate and laughed at his grumpy huff.
“Price to pay for my company,” she said with a wink.
“Yeah, whatever. See if you have any more luck with the remote.”
It was nice. A quiet afternoon at Bobby’s, splitting a sandwich and watching TV. Kat was able to find a channel playing Die Hard, which Dean accepted without much complaint. It had commercials, sure, but it was better than listening to the 300th episode of SVU for the day.
She was chuckling at a Geico commercial when she felt Dean nose her hair out of the way. His breath tickled her neck, making her squirm. It was impossible to hide when she was sitting in his lap. Dean smirked against her skin.
“Knock it off,” she grumbled, elbowing him gently in the stomach. “No funny business, remember?”
“Can’t help it,” he mumbled. “A man’s a man.”
His nose trailed up to her chin, and she was turning to face him before he brought his hand up to her cheek. He kissed her gently, a thumb tracing her jaw. It always seemed to surprise her how soft he was. Dean made it so easy to forget everything else.
It was wonderful, but short lived.
A sharp whistle sent them jumping apart. Kat scrambled out of the armchair, under fire from Bobby’s stern glare.
“Can’t leave you two alone for a minute,” he growled. “That’s my damn chair, you know.”
Kat mumbled an apology while Dean rolled his eyes.
“Come on, Bobby. Little more than a minute. What, were you getting enough food to feed an army?”
“Had to if I’m gonna feed your ungrateful ass. Mind giving me some help, Kat?”
“Yeah. Yeah, you got it.”
She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and went to follow Bobby out to the truck. But not before Dean swatted her ass.
Kat flipped him off and hurried from the room. Maybe she’d stab him with the butter knife instead.
Dean jolted awake, swinging on instinct. Kat caught the fist in an instant, and pinned his arms against his chest until he’d blinked the nightmare away from his eyes.
“Kat. Fuck, I...sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re okay.”
She helped him sit up. Dean’s instinct told him to shirk away, but it didn’t faze her in the slightest. She pulled her hands back and twisted on the small bed. It was all that would fit in the tiny apartment they’d gotten, but more comfortable than anything he’d ever slept on. They’d only been living there a few weeks, completely hunt free, and Dean was happy. Usually. But the wound of losing Sam to the pit was still fresh.
The sheets knotting around Kat’s legs as she turned to face him. “You wanna talk about it? Or you wanna talk about something else?”
“Do we have to talk at all?” he asked gruffly. “Why can’t we just...have sex until I pass out again?”
“Not on the table.”
Kat smirked at him, and with whatever God given power she had, Dean felt the tension seeping out of his chest. His lips pulled into a grudging smile, and he stretched his legs out to nudge her knee.
“Damn. Are you sure? Cause these nightmares I’ve been having, they...they can make me kinda horny. Like, really horny.”
“Dean,” she said softly.
“Yeah,” he sighed, grabbing her hand. “Yeah, I know.”
She crawled into his lap, and his practiced hands fell to her waist as she cupped his face. She didn’t have to force him to look at her.
“Hey. You’re gonna get through this, okay? We’ll figure it out.”
“I know,” he sighed, knowing it was a lie. But he had a beautiful girl straddling his hips, and he didn’t want her to worry. That would be the only thing worse than the nightmares.
Kat pressed her lips to his. Her nails scratched gently at his scalp, and he would blame instinct again for the way his hands tightened on her waist. A pathetic noise scratched its way from his throat, morphing into a groan as Kat pulled away from him. Her smirk shone through her disapproval.
“Dean...”
“Hey, I’m not gonna apologize. You’re hot.”
“Go to sleep,” she ordered, and climbed off of him before he could stop her.
Dean grumbled his complaints, but let it lie for the night. He flopped down on his back and was immediately forced on his side. Kat’s arm snaked its way around his chest, her legs cradling his and her face pressed against his back. She pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, and judging by her breath, fell asleep pretty soon after that.
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.
