"Is that all you know how to do?" Skyler asked from where she sat atop of Samuel's desk. "I mean, whenever you're worried, you pace like a crazy person."

Kitty glared harshly back at Skyler, stating, "I'm not pacing!" before realizing that, in fact, she was pacing across the room. And she had been pacing since the two girls locked themselves in the office. "It's been fifteen minutes. They should have killed the damn thing by now."

"Maybe it got a little dicey?" Skyler asked, which caused Kitty to start a whole new set of pacing. "Okay, maybe nothing happened, but the place is a mess and they're trying to make it look nice first."

Rolling her eyes, Kitty stated, "You're not helping."

The banging on the locked door caused both the girls to startle, and they both rose their guns to take aim at the door. "Kitty, it's me. Open up." The voice was distinctively Dean's, but who the hell knew if it was actually Dean.

"Prove it!" Kitty replied back to the door, her gun still in her hand but her trigger-finger was more relaxed.

"What about 'Rory' as a name for the baby? Or maybe-"

"Proof enough!" Kitty stated as she placed her gun back into the waistline of her jeans. "Seriously," she mumbled as she unlocked the door, "I'm starting to get sick of this whole name-game."

It took only the time for Kitty to open the door to see the disgruntled look upon Dean's face and the visible bruising around his neck to tell the full story. Not saying a word, Kitty took Dean's hand and dragged him down the hall, figuring that saying something would be insult to injury. And with the tension of facing the Campbell's again rising, Kitty figured it would be best to put her focus on kicking Christian's ass.

Stepping into the room, Kitty noticed that the very silent Mark was missing. I'll throw him in his place later, Kitty told herself. "What the hell was that thing?" Dean, who didn't think about being respectful of the lost, demanded to Samuel and Sam.

"We think it may have been an Alpha," Samuel replied as if it were common knowledge.

Rolling her eyes, Kitty asked, "Yeah, we don't all know what an 'alpha' is, so do you want to give us the million-dollar hint?"

"All monsters come from somewhere," Samuel explained as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And we think that, that shapeshifter was the king shapeshifter. The first one who spawned all the others – there's tons of lore about it."

"I've never heard of it," Kitty mumbled under her breath as she looked down at the ground. It was something Kitty took pride in: knowing more than someone else. At that moment, she wasn't too thrilled with the fact that someone knew more than her.

"That's why it was so strong," Sam commented, who looked pretty banged up himself, "and why nothing we had stopped it."

"And he said that he could find the baby anywhere," Samuel added. "That he could feel it, like there's a connection. That's in the lore, too."

"What the hell does it want with babies, anyway?" Dean asked, becoming agitated.

"A softball team?" Samuel guessed half-assed. "Not a clue."

"Then how do we kill it?" Kitty demanded, ready for some answers and enough with the stupid remarks. She already had to deal with them from Dean, and Kitty wasn't going to take them from anyone else.

Staring directly at Kitty, Samuel replied, "I don't know if we can."

Laughing, Kitty shouted, "That's fucking great, then!" before storming out of the building. She was getting sick and tired with never getting any answers, and the cold early morning breeze was exactly what she needed to clear her mind.

Leaning against the Chevelle, Kitty stared up at the sky that was slowly approaching dawn. It was the only thing that was certain anymore; the sun always rose in the morning, and it always set in the evening. That never changed, and it seemed to be the only thing that hadn't changed in Kitty's life.

"You want to tell me what happened in there?" her father demanded as he walked out of the compound's main building and headed toward Kitty. "Or are you just going to continue to act like a child for the rest of your life."

Kitty stared at Dave with disbelief. "You're kidding me, right?" she asked as she straightened her position and closed the distance between her and her father. "You're really going to judge me like that?"

"I'm not judging you-"

"Sure as hell seems like it," Kitty cut off. "I mean, not once did you ask me about my life after Case died. How I dealt with you disappearing, or how I took care of everything on my own. So if I act a certain way, you may want to think about the fact that you missed two years of my life." With a final glare, Kitty left her father standing there – speechless – and walked aimlessly away.

So it's midnight, and I was planning on going to bed early tonight. Guess that didn't happen. Figured I might as well do some good and write a short chapter.