all she wants to do is... [Dean]

After the initial shock of Robert leaving her to go hunting for the demon himself, Catra was getting on a lot better. She'd been on the hunt herself, like she was actually going to do what Rob asked her and head back to school to work on her degree? Yeah right, that had been a pipe dream. She was a hunter, well in Cat's case it was hunt or be hunted. She'd heard rumours, whispers, about a town that had answers, answers she needed badly. Sure if she got there and Rob was there, he'd moan at her, but it was a damn sight better than either of them dying because he was a bone head and split up away from their group. They'd always been together, and now? Well he'd went off to 'protect her'. Please. Catra could handle herself all too well. After all whatever it was going on with her, she had strength, her early warning system AND she was a pretty good shot. Go back to college, was he mad!?

Catra had gotten to the town of Lebanon, Kansas, about three hours ago. She'd gotten a motel room that was generally close to everything, then had a walk. She grabbed a few essentials to make her new room a more comfortable room and then went to the diner for a quick bite. She wasn't one of these people who eat in fine dining places or fancy bars. No, Cat was happy with pie in the diner then a few drinks at the local bar. She found the atmosphere better in places like the one she was currently in. No fancy cocktails for her as the bartender served her another beer and a shot.

Catra made her way back up to the pool table her and a few new friends of hers can commandeered. The people she'd met she, surprisingly knew one from the first time she was in college. Angela Freeman, or Freeride as the guys called her. The young girl had noticed Cat in a second. She'd joined them simply because Catra hadn't had a good night out in ages. They'd played darts for a while, now they were at the pool table and everyone seemed in good spirits. She laughed as someone started to put old school rock tunes on the jukebox. Catra let out a 'whoop' and raised her hands. Catra swayed her hips and body on the dance floor with a few of the girls from the group. Before she knew it she'd been dancing for about five songs, sorry anthems. She frowned feeling hands around her waist. Cat turned and looked at the guy, "Flattered but, no." She said and moved away from him. As he came for a second pass Catra took that queue to go to the toilets. Better to defuse the situation instead of her breaking the guy's hand.

Catra came out of the female toilets, well toilet, when the guy pinned her against the wall, one hand by her head, one on her hip. Catra looked at him, "Don't make me hurt you." she told him, before he could even laugh, she grabbed his hand, twisted it and kneed him in the groin, causing him to beg forgiveness and hobble off to the men's restroom. She smirked and went over to the bar, "Another round." She smiled at the guy as he checked her out, obviously he'd not seen the restroom tango she'd played out. She stood waiting for her round and grabbed the bartenders arm, "Actually, the bottle will do." She smiled innocently as he laughed and went to get it for her. She stood waiting and swayed to the music.

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