When Skyler had called Kitty eight months earlier, and told her that she had found their father, Dave Lang, Kitty didn't believe her at first. It took her seeing her father's face for her to believe it, and by that point, she was trying to keep everything and anything supernatural away from Dean. So when her father showed up at her door, talking about all the hunts he had been doing and what he was planning to do, Kitty swore that she would never let Dean find out about what was going on.

"You know you can't be here, Dad," Kitty huffed as she led the unexpected guests into her living room. "What if someone saw you? Or what if something followed you here?"

"You can handle anything that walks across your path, Kit," Dave replied back as he plopped down in the chair across from her and picked up the wedding picture of Kitty and Dean standing in the center of train tracks.

Rolling her eyes, Kitty sighed as she rubbed the side of her face. "You know very well that I don't hunt anymore."

"Skyler's been improving," her father continued, completely ignoring Kitty as he looked at the youngest person in the room. "You'd be impressed. Brought down three by herself."

"Dad! I love you, but you really need to leave," Kitty stated, getting tired of the fact that she wasn't being listened to. "I have someone coming over soon, and if someone around here sees you and starts to ask questions to Dean, we're going to have problems."

She could feel the glare her father was giving her before Kitty even looked up at Dave's face. "Fine, sweetheart," he said as she stood and walked over to Kitty. "I'll have Skyler call you later in the week so I don't cause problems in your life."

"Dad-"

"I understand, Kitrina," Dave cut off as he made his way to the front door, Skyler following with a worried expression on her face. "You don't want to see what's five feet in front of you anymore. You've turned into Cassandra, and excuse me for trying to be in your life."

With that, her father was out the door and making his way down the pathway to the awaiting car. With big, soft eyes, Skyler smiled softly at Kitty before she said, "He's just upset that he doesn't get to see you."

"Nope," Kitty replied with a heavy sigh. "He's angry that I'm not hanging on his every word anymore."

"You're going to paint the room pink?" Ben asked Kitty as they carried the paint and brushes up the stairs to the nursery. "What if the baby's a boy?"

"It's pale pink," Kitty stated as she looked at the can in her hand. "It'll work fine either way." After what had happened between her and her father, it was nice for Kitty to have a slight distraction for at least five minutes. And arguing about paint was a great distraction.

Conversation between her and Ben was light and casual after that as the two painted the walls, music from the radio blasting in the background. There wasn't really anything Kitty wanted to talk about, and what would she talk about with the kid? She didn't know how to interact around them, and it was another thing that terrified Kitty about having the baby. She was nowhere near prepared.

"Have you picked a name for the baby yet?" Ben asked randomly as he worked on his wall behind Kitty.

"Dean keeps giving me names," Kitty explained as she brushed a piece of hair out of her face, smearing paint on her cheek. "Though, they all seem to be a bit out there. Like he gave me Layla, and Brayden, and Lillian, and Eli… I'm wondering if some of these names are serious or not."

"You should think about 'Ben'," Ben replied with a smirk on his voice. "It's a good name."

"It's your name."

"That's why it's so great." Kitty couldn't help but smile and laugh a little. Ben might have been a kid, but Kitty had to even admit that he was mature for his age.

The two were able to paint the room in two hours, which wouldn't have taken as long if Kitty hadn't stopped painting every five minutes. She never realized how much it sucked to paint, and her arms were sore after only doing one wall.

Sitting alone in the house after Ben had left, Kitty couldn't help but wonder what to do next. It was only seven at night, and she couldn't wait for the day to be over. This was one of the problems that she faced when Dean was at work. She worked as a receptionist at a car dealership, but it was still hard for her to pay attention during the slow parts of the day, and she only worked there three days a week. So Kitty just sat in the livingroom flipping through the channels, stopping for five seconds on some show, and then changed the channel yet again.

"This sucks," Kitty finally sighed as she threw the remote down on the couch and stood, walking the few feet to the back door.

Outside, the warm late-summer breeze pushed Kitty's hair across her face as she stepped out onto the back deck and sat down in a chair. The sun was just starting to set, and a few stars were even able to be seen. That was an aspect of life that she missed the most. It had been a year since Kitty had sat on the hood of her precious Chevelle and stared up at the night sky.

Instead of driving around her beautiful, blue classic car, Kitty now drove a 2010 Toyota Corolla, and every single time she got behind the wheel of the car, she couldn't help but think of her baby, sitting at Bobby's house, the windshield probably still broken and the engine probably still dead.

It was weird for her to think of the many things that she left behind when she left the hunter-life, and she still wasn't used to living a normal life. Kitty still had problems figuring out how the dishwasher worked, and she didn't understand how the people in her community could remain relaxed when even the slightest smell of sulfur crossed the air.

I'll just have to learn to forget, Kitty constantly told herself, but ever since she became pregnant, she found it harder and harder for herself to forget what she already knew. She felt as though she had to be ready for anything at all times, and in the end, Kitty's favorite gun, her Baretta, had found its way into the bottom of her backpack she carried with her wherever she went.

"Habits die hard," Kitty sighed as she put her feet up on top of the patio table and watched as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon.