HAPPY BIRTHDAY! To me. Lol Yup, today (11/11/11) is my 19th birthday. So, to celebrate, I'm giving you guys a present: A chapter.

Update: I know this is belated. I was kidnapped by my friends on my birthday. Better late than never.


The new house was cramped and cold, even though it was early October. Michigan was never a place Kitty liked for she loved the sunny southern California coastline. But at least she had her car back. After leaving Bobby's house, Kitty brought the Chevelle back with her, and promptly sold the Corolla.

But even though she had her car back, it didn't lighten Kitty's mood as she stood in the small kitchen in Michigan and overlooked the light flow of traffic that was in front of the house. The house was only one floor, and didn't have nearly as much pacing room as Kitty would have liked.

"Can you put that box down?" Skyler scolded Kitty, who was still holding a rather heavy box. "Seriously, you're in your second trimester, and you still act as though everything is normal."

Rolling her eyes, Kitty let go of the box and let it fall to the floor, which clattered and opened, dropping its contents all over the tile. It was a box of Kitty's knives collection, all sheathed, but seeing them all over the floor, she wanted to throw them at the walls.

Shock washed over Skyler's face as she placed the box that she was holding down on the table before walking over to Kitty to help her pick up the knives. "So I'm guessing things aren't normal?"

"I hate this," Kitty sighed as she flipped a knife around as though she was twisting a pencil. "I hate where we moved, I hate that I'm treated as though I can't do anything, and I hate this house!"

Skyler smiled weakly at Kitty, and then said, "It can't be that bad."

In return, Kitty glared harshly at Skyler, because in her opinion, it was that bad. "Do you know that Dean convinced Lisa to move up her with us?" Kitty asked with a shake of her head. "And he's spent more time over there since we've moved in then with me helping unpack."

"Because he knows you can protect yourself," Skyler replied, trying to add logic to what was happening. "Lisa can't defend herself, or defend her son. He's just being helpful."

"Yeah, well, he's not being here, that's what he's being," Kitty sighed as she stood up and placed the knives on the table. "Watch, he won't even be here in time to go with me to the doctor's."

"I'm here," Dean said as he walked into the room with a small, old box in his hands. "You have little in the way of hope for me, do ya, Kit-Kat? And to think, I got you a present."

Glancing from the box to Dean's face, Kitty raised one eyebrow and looked at her husband as though he was crazy. "You're giving me an old box?"

"It's inside the box," Dean replied as he held out his hand and grabbed Kitty's left one. "Close your eyes."

Doing as she was told, Kitty leaned against the table and felt Dean's hand across her wrist. Then she felt something cool to the touch brush against her skin at the same time as a light jingle was heard. "Okay. Open them." When she did, Kitty saw that she was now wearing a silver bracelet full of different charms; such as the Eye of Horus, a Pentagram, a Cross, a Six-Point Star, a Celtic Knot, and an Ankh, with the final touch of two small, silver bells at the clasp. "It was my mom's," Dean said when he saw the speechless look on Kitty's face. "I know you're against getting tattoos ever since demons tattooed that GPS on you, so I figured the next best thing to protect you was the bracelet."

A smile flashed across Kitty's lips as she through her arms around Dean's neck and held him tightly. "I love it," she replied with a soft laugh. "Thanks."

"Oh, ew!" Skyler complained as she was forced to sit and watch the moment between Kitty and Dena. "Seriously, you two used to be so against this chick-flick crap, and now you guys pretty much live in it!"


Kitty paced around the exam room and continually cracked her knuckles while Dean sat in a chair in the corner of the room and watched. "Doc said she'd be right back," Dean said half-heartedly for the sixth time in ten minutes since the doctor left the room, sending Kitty into a panic.

"There's something wrong," Kitty stated, ignoring whatever Dean said. "I know it, and they're just trying to find the best way to tell us." Or maybe they're all some crappy creature and they make us wait in here and then come in and kill us. At that moment, Kitty thought about grabbing her bag back from Dean, who originally took it away from her because of the gun that was in it. "Something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," Dean sighed as he rolled his shoulders and leaned forward in the chiar. "And if you don't sit down, I'll tie you to the chair and leave you here."

Glaring out of the corner of her eye, Kitty hissed, "You wouldn't."

"Remember Nebraska? With the faith healer Sam took me to? Tied you to a chair and left you then. What makes you think I wouldn't do it again?"

She held his gaze for a very long time, before forfeiting and sitting down on the exam table. "I hate you. A lot. And how the hell are you not freaking out right now?"

Rolling his eyes, Dean didn't get a chance to reply, for the doctor had walked back into the room. "Sorry it took so long," the young woman replied as she brushed a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "Now, we are a bit worried about how much of an active life you used to have, Mrs. Winchester. You used to do kick-boxing, correct? And you've been hospitalized because of some injuries you've received?"

No, I used to kick ass. "Yeah, I did," Kitty replied with a nod. "Why? Has that affected anything?"

"As for right now, no," the doctor replied as she wrote something down in a file. "But later in your pregnancy, you could go into early labor or even have a longer labor."

"There's nothing to worry about at this moment, though, right?" Dean asked as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Kitty should be completely fine?"

The doctor nodded her head and referred back to the paperwork. "I don't see why your wife's pregnancy shouldn't be normal. She can continue to do kick-boxing and other workout regiments. Just watch yourself, Kitty." The doctor smiled and stood up from the chair, holding a folded piece of paper in her hand. "Now, do you want to know what the baby's gender is?"


So for those who read my news updates on my profile, remember how I said that I'm working on a project? And you know how I referenced back to the episode 'Faith' in Season 1? Well, I'm currently working on a collection of stories from Kitty's past, such as episodes that Kitty would have been in, in the guys past. I don't know when I'll be releasing any of them yet, but I'll keep you all posted.