[ She's heard enough about home for Dean to know that's actually true; heard from spewed out late night confessions all sorts of ways that their fucked up life caused Sam to fuck up and she's not innocent enough to believe that was all of the shit that happened.
(She would like to believe it, she really would, as if she could believe hard enough to make it true. But she can't do that any more than she can bury the memories of her parents' bodies or Marc's throat being slit in front of her.)
The slowly building haze of alcohol is, however, not quite enough to have her trip up on those revelations - not verbally anyway. The fact that her expression barely twitches at those words, that she doesn't bother to turn her head back to the table just yet, though... That might come across as a little unusual.
Or maybe her own world just sucks that much, who knows?
(Hint: she actually likes home, now that her life doesn't have to revolve around killing and torture any more.)
Eventually, Kate gives up watching the people in the bar and rests her chin on threaded fingers, just watching Dean silently for a moment. ] Therefore booze? [ It sounds like a quip, said lightly and easily, but her expression remains this flat, inscrutable thing. Yeah. Therefore booze. That is something she knows how to do. Things hurt and you drink until the only thing you can find space to concentrate on is how to move your limbs to get yourself standing, walking. ]
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(She would like to believe it, she really would, as if she could believe hard enough to make it true. But she can't do that any more than she can bury the memories of her parents' bodies or Marc's throat being slit in front of her.)
The slowly building haze of alcohol is, however, not quite enough to have her trip up on those revelations - not verbally anyway. The fact that her expression barely twitches at those words, that she doesn't bother to turn her head back to the table just yet, though... That might come across as a little unusual.
Or maybe her own world just sucks that much, who knows?
(Hint: she actually likes home, now that her life doesn't have to revolve around killing and torture any more.)
Eventually, Kate gives up watching the people in the bar and rests her chin on threaded fingers, just watching Dean silently for a moment. ] Therefore booze? [ It sounds like a quip, said lightly and easily, but her expression remains this flat, inscrutable thing. Yeah. Therefore booze. That is something she knows how to do. Things hurt and you drink until the only thing you can find space to concentrate on is how to move your limbs to get yourself standing, walking. ]