WHOOOO! Finals are over, and I don't go back till January 17th! To celebrate, here's the next chapter!
"You two know each other?" Kitty heard Samuel ask from behind as she and Dean locked eyes, neither of them knowing exactly what to say.
Kitty held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers. "Married," she simply said as she continued to stare forward. "So how is this big, ol' happy family connected?"
"Samuel is our grandfather, and Christina, Gwen, and Mark are our cousins," Sam replied from where he stood beside Dean, completely just blurting out the information and not soothing it over.
Kitty ran her hands over her face and pushed against her temples. "Okay, now my head is really starting to hurt," she murmured to no-one in particular. "I think it's time we stop ignoring the elephant in the room and talk about the family crap that's been going on."
Nodding in agreement, Dean looked around the room and asked, "Can Kitty and I get like five minutes?"
Sam agreed, and whisked Samuel, Skyler, and Dave out of the room, talking to them in hushed voices as he went. With them out of the room, Kitty looked at the other three Campbells, and asked, "Aren't you three leaving?"
"Nope," Christian replied, smugly. "Not going anywhere."
Rolling her eyes, Kitty looked at Dean and sighed. "Okay, so I'll start since my dad kinda showed up first."
"Yeah, that might be helpful," Dean responded as he shifted the baby in his arms. "When did you find out about him?"
"About five months ago," she answered as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at her feet. "It was right after we bought the house. Skyler showed up at the door with him. I thought it would be a good idea to not tell you about it, since the drama was still fresh and everything."
Dean looked up and narrowed his eyes at Kitty. "Weren't you the one who said 'I want to marry all of you?'" Dean asked, refearing back to when Kitty confronted Dean after he left to say yes to Michael. "That now includes telling me everything. Don't exclude crap anymore, Kitty. No more secrets, got it?"
No more secrets, my ass, Kitty thought to herself, nodding her head. "I promise I won't keep anything from you. Want to tell me what's going on with your family now?"
"Want to hold the baby?"
"Could it shift while I'm holding it?"
With a smirk, Dean said, "That's a possibility."
"Then no," Kitty answered with a laugh. "Now, stop stalling. Why's Sam back?"
Dean told Kitty that Sam woke up in the field one night, and he had no idea what pulled him out, or why. That Sam had also been back for a year also startled Kitty, but she didn't interrupt Dean as he continued. "Whatever pulled Sam up must have pulled Samuel down, at least that's the running theory. No leads, no nothing."
"There's always something. There's always something," Kitty said in a hushed voice so that the other hunters wouldn't hear. "Have you spoken to Castiel?"
Dean shook his head as Gwen approached and looked down at the baby. "Well," she cooed to the infant in Dean's arms, "aren't you just the best disguise a monster ever wore?" From the look that Dean gave her, Gwen took a step away and started to pace the room. "I'm kidding, Dean. Relax."
Looking down at the baby, Kitty laughed and said, "The only way it'd be cuter is if it were ours."
At that moment, the very silent Mark approached and stared mutely at Dean. "What, you got something to say?" Dean asked. "No? Alright, well you stand there and think at me."
Stifling a laugh, Kitty hissed, "You're such a dick!"
Dean simply nodded his head as they watched Samuel, Dave, Sam, and Skyler all walk back in the room, the youngest casting her gaze downward and avoiding eye-contact with anyone. "Dean," Samuel said as he motioned for him to step forward with his hand, "let me see the little guy."
She didn't even need to look over to tell that her husband's shoulders stiffened next to Kitty, before he answered calmly, "That's alright. I got him."
With a questioning gaze, Samuel asked, "What do you think I'm going to do?"
"You really don't want me to answer that question," Dean stated as he shifted himself, somehow still ending to put himself in front of Kitty. Seriously? she wondered as she softly shifted to directly next to Dean, not playing the 'damsel-in-distress' card.
"Well, I'm curious," Christian said, walking over so that he stood in front of Dean and Kitty. "Who exactly do you think we are?"
"A dick who won't get out of our space?" Kitty answered, her voice low as she glared at the man.
Sam, being the happy medium, spoke up at that moment, saying, "Let's not get worked up." Then Sam stepped forward and held his arms out to Dean. "Here, Dean, it's fine. Let me take him."
As soon as the small bundle was passed over to Sam, though, he passed the baby on to Samuel. "Hey there," he cooed down to the baby. "You're a big fella, aren't ya?" With soft eyes, the old man looked up at Sam and Dean, and said, "I haven't held one of these in a long time. Your mom was the tiniest, and bald as a cue ball. Kitty, your dad says you and Dean are expecting a baby. You guys will enjoy every second of that. Bet your kid will be just like Mary was."
"Alright," Dean interrupted as Samuel started to talk about his own unborn child, "so what the hell are we going to with him?"
"Raise him," Samuel replied as his gaze shifted back down to the child.
Shaking her head, Kitty rubbed her forehead and stated, "I must have heard you wrong, because no one would be smart enough to raise a shapeshifter in this environment."
"Kitty's right," Dean said, backing her up. "What are we going to do- study him? Poke at him?"
With a smirk, Christian inputted, "Your mind goes straight to torture, Dean. Don't assume that for everyone." From the subtly shocked look on Dean's face, Christian took that as his cue to continue, "Sorry, I heard about what you majored in down in the Pit."
"What the hell is your problem, man?" Dean asked as Kitty stretched her arm down her side, her hand ready to reach around and grab her gun from the back of her waistline.
"You're starting to become a pain in my ass."
Glaring, Kitty asked, "Want me to show you what pain really is?" as she slid her hand closer to her gun, her fingers just inches from brushing it.
"Kitty," Sam said, trying to soothe things over. "Christian, take it easy, man. He's my brother."
"Are we all done bristling up here, or what?" Samuel asked, his thick exterior coming back. "Nobody's doing anything to him, Dean. When he's old enough, we throw it to him. He wants to volunteer to help out, that's fine."
"Could be great," Mark said out of the blue, startling Kitty, who was starting to wonder if he was deaf or incapable of being any form of social. Or argumentative. "Think of the kind of hunter he'll grow up to be?"
"Mark's right," Dave agreed, shocking Kitty on what side her father chose. "Won't have to worry about getting recognized all the time, and he could get us closer to so many more people."
"Are you serious?" Kitty exclaimed as she threw her hands up in the air. "You can't raise it up like that!" Shaking her head, she held her arms out to the baby, suddenly wanting to protect the child. "Give me the baby."
"No," Samuel said as he took a step back. "Why can't either of you give me an inch of trust?"
"I don't trust anyone," Kitty simply answered, not backing down from where she stood.
"And maybe," Dean continued for Kitty, "because you two are suddenly back from the dead, and we seem to be the only ones who want to know how the hell that happened!"
Sam looked at his brother with a hard expression, something she's never seen him wear. "You're not the only ones who want to know."
"There's just a little too much mystery with this family for me to get comfy," Dean replied to his brother, his gaze locked with Sam's.
"Then don't," Samuel stated as he walked past Kitty. "But don't put it on us. All we're trying to do is invite you in. Christian, you and Arleen, still no luck on the baby front?"
"Not yet, no."
"But you want one?"
Side-glancing at Kitty and Dean, Christian smiled and replied, "Yeah, we do."
"Wait a minute," Kitty interrupted as she tried to walk forward, even though Dean had grabbed her tightly on the wrist and was keeping her next to him. "What makes you think he is more prepared for a baby than us? I mean, I'm fucking pregnant!"
"Go to hell, Kitty," Christian smirked as he cradled the baby, and in that moment, Kitty reached down into her boot and pulled out her knife, ready to throw it at the man.
"He's gonna pay for that," Kitty hissed under her breath as her arm arched to throw the knife, but was interrupted by the sudden barking of dogs from directly outside.
"Check the doors," Samuel instructed as he took the baby and handed him to Dean. "Downstairs, panic room. He'll be safe there."
"Kitty has to go somewhere else," Dean demanded, not moving a single inch. "She can't be anywhere this shifter is."
Samuel stared at him for a moment, before he nodded his head and turned his gaze to Skyler. "You two lock yourselves in my office."
Kitty grasped the fabric of Dean's sleeve and stared at him. "You're throwing me out of the action again," she stated, more worried now than angry. "Be careful, alright?"
In reply, Dean leaned forward and kissed Kitty heavily on the lips. "Don't come out of the office until I come and get you, okay?"
With a simple nod, the two raced off in separate directions. Kitty pulled her gun out and turned the safety off. Time to get back in the game.
I know, poorly written. It went better in my head, but I guess I just had too many characters shoved into one scene. Anyway, I hope to update again tomorrow, so keep looking for that wonderful message in your inbox.