So as I continue and get further and further with my story of Kitty Lang, I wondered what her past was like; the first four years of Supernatural. And so came the birth of The Past is a Different Story. If you haven't read anything else of mine yet, check out Fall Down Then Get Back Up, And Keep on Fighting, and Until the End, the other three stories about Kitty. Enjoy!
4 weeks before Season 1: Episode 1 – Pilot.
Kitty Lang sat on the hood of her sparkling blue 1970 Chevy Chevelle and looked up at the clear night sky. For once, her soft, wavy blonde hair wasn't tied up and it fell behind her back, stopping at about the middle of her shoulder blades. Her baby blue eyes stared up at the sparkling sky as her shadow washed through the windshield of the car and danced across the white leather seats. It was the one thing she hated about her mom's old car, but she would never remove them.
When she was about two-years-old, her mother had died in a car accident. Since then, it was only her, her dad, and her older sister, Cassandra. Case was the best sister growing up, and being almost five years older than she was, Case took care of Kitty while their dad "worked." Well, if you could count hunting the supernatural as a job. But her life wasn't that bad. Her dad would hunt with other hunters on occasion, and one even had two kids about Kitty's age.
That was who she was waiting for. The black Chevy Impala that eventually did drive up the road brought her one of her oldest friends that she could remember. And as soon as the car had parked, Kitty was running toward the driver's side door. When the driver got out, she was quickly jumping onto the man, slamming him back against the car. "Dean!" she cried with a laugh as she pulled him into a tight hug. "God, I've missed you like hell."
"Hey, Kitty," he laughed as he pushed her back a little. It hadn't been that long since the last time she saw Dean, only a few months ago. But since his brother, Sam, had gone to college and mad the Winchester family go a little pear-shaped, the two friends hadn't seen each other as often as they once had. "Where's Case?"
Releasing a hard sigh, Kitty began to walk away from Dean and the Impala, saying over her shoulder, "Somewhere in California, I guess. Last thing I heard from Dad was that she had gotten hitched to some guy in LA and went off the radar again." So her all-too-perfect sister had a flaw. She wanted to get married, and to do that, Case left in the middle of the night unexpectedly and never came back. "Since then, I've been on my own."
"That's not safe, Kitty," Dean warned as he followed after Kitty and into the field. "You should have called me, though."
With an evil smile on her face, she turned and looked up at Dean. "Then I would have been distracted," she replied as she leaned toward Dean. "You're just too good looking."
Kitty could see Dean's expression change. He couldn't handle the taunting behavior that she always had, and she knew it. The only thing better than seeing Dean's face after six months was that the term "friends with benefits" applied.
Present Day – Season 1: Episode 1 Pilot
The cool October air rushed around Kitty as she walked through the middle of a forest in Oregon, her untied blonde hair blowing around her face as the sun struggled to stay above the horizon. With mud streaking her hands and her face, the young woman had just spent the past two hours locating an unmarked grave, and burned the body of a man who – even in his afterlife – still liked to take a razor to the throat of any girl who looked like his daughter.
The research was easy, and Kitty quickly had figured out that it was a ghost who haunted an old highway, but finding the grave proved to be nearly impossible. By the time Kitty made it back to the Chevelle, she was dirty, tired, and had ruined her favorite pair of boots.
"Guess I have to go shopping," Kitty sighed as she slipped off the destroyed heeled boots and slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops. Froom the backseat of the Chevelle and inside her duffle bag, she heard her phone ring, and she reached over the seat while dropping the broken boots back there while grabbing her phone. A sly grin formed across her face as she recognized the number. "What, you miss me already?"
"Something like that," Dean replied with what seemed to be a heavy and tired voice.
"Listen, are you on a job right now?"
"Just finished," Kitty replied as she took a box of wet-wipes out from under the passenger's seat and started cleaning off her face. "Whatever you need, I'm yours. My amazing knife collection, my spy abilities, my company…"
"Dad's missing, and I need help." That was all Dean needed to say for Kitty to drop the wipe and focus on the phone call at hand, her game face coming on. "I'm heading up toward Stanford to grab Sam, but I don't know if he'll be enough."
"I'll meet you at Stanford as soon as I can," Kitty replied as she pulled the car back onto the road, heading toward the university as quickly as she could. "We'll grab Sam – kicking and screaming, if needed – and we'll find your dad."
A flat tire and running out of gas forced Kitty to be later than she planned, but she still trudged to California as quickly as she could. "Two days late," she mumbled as she pulled onto the drive that Sam's apartment was supposed to be on. She would have continued her grumbling if a police barricading the road hadn't stopped her.
Firetrucks and ambulances filled the street, and people crowded around to see the apartment that was caught on fire, lighting the night sky with its glow. "Shit," she stated as she dug in her glovebox until she found an appropriate ID, then got out of the car.
"Can I help you, miss?" the young and tired officer asked as Kitty approached him.
Flashing the badge, she answered, "I'm Detective Sophie Harper, state police." In reply, the officer waved her through the barricade, not asking any more questions. She would have laughed about the incompetence of the officer on any normal day, but Kitty could make out the Impala through the crowd, and as calmly as she could, she made her way toward it.
She placed her hand on Dean's arm from where he stood at the end of the Impala while Sam was talking to one of the gawking people. "What happened?"
Dean glanced at Kitty, and slightly smiled before he pushed his hands deeply into the pockets of his leather jacket. "Yellow-eyed demon," he answered with a nod toward Sam. "Sammy's girlfriend was in the apartment."
Her eyes flickered from the apartment to Sam, shock and horror filling her expression. With a single glance at the way Sam was standing, she knew instantly that nothing was okay. "What's next?" Kitty asked as she leaned on the side of the car next to Dean, keeping an eye out for the cop that let her in.
"Dig around here, see if we can pull anything up," Dean answered with a final glance toward Sam before he looked at Kitty. "Dad left coordinates. Someplace called Blackwater Ridge in Colorado. Ever heard of it?"
"Drove by there a couple of times," Kitty replied as she sighed heavily. "It's in the middle of nowhere in a national forest."
"That's where we're headed." Sam had walked up to them so quietly that no one even heard his approach. "You coming?"
In every aspect of Sam, Kitty could tell that he was struggling to not fall apart. "Wouldn't miss it."