#deankat

“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.

He ripped his gaze away, trying to focus on the office door without being obvious. But there was so much to distract him. He’d just finished the plate of breakfast in front of him - pancakes and bacon and eggs that were too good to believe. At the next table, a husband and wife were playing footsie under the table. The woman wasn’t doing a very good job at smothering her giggles. Kat’s thumb was rubbing over the back of his hand absently…

“What’s wrong?”

Dean cleared his throat, blinking to find that Kat was peering at him over the top of his sunglasses.

“Oh, uh…nothing.”

“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It’s always something with you. What’s up?”

“No, really. It’s nothing.”

Kat pursed her lips, but let it rest. She covertly looked up and down the street before returning to his book. She took a quick sip of the pomegranate juice she had ordered, and Dean watched her tongue dart out over her lips.

“Can we - I mean - Let’s just stop and think about the fact that you’re actually holding my hand right now.”

The words came out in a rush, before he’d meant them to. He wasn’t sure if he’d meant to say them out loud at all. Kat was looking at him taken aback, almost affronted.

“Wow. Sorry. I didn’t know it was bothering you.”

She went to retract the hand, and Dean leapt forward. “No, it’s not! I…I didn’t say that right.”

He placed his other hand on top of her wrist, keeping her arm trapped on the table. Kat sat up straighter, and he saw her swallow thickly. It made it easier to get the next part out.

“I just meant that, you know, we’re out in the middle of the day. You’re holding my hand, we’re eating brunch. You look great in that dress. I’m only wearing one flannel.”

“Okay,” she said slowly. “So what part of that’s bothering you?”

“None of it. Not a single thing. I…kinda love it.” 

Kat stared at him for a few seconds. It was agonizing to watch as her blank face ever so slowly morphed into a soft smile. Dean smiled too. They smiled at each other, until the warm feeling in his chest became so strong it was terrifying. Only then did he clear his throat.

“It’s just…food for thought, ya know? I think maybe we should go undercover more often.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” she teased, rolling her eyes again.

“Hey, that’s - that is not how I meant it.”

“Right, of course it’s…”

Her laughter stopped abruptly. Dean followed her eyes across the street, where the scary business woman was power-walking up the sidewalk. Time was up.

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.