Thank you to Gia's Soul and Cat girl for their reviews.

If you like Leo getting called out for being overbearing and actually have realistic tension between clashing personalities go read A Ninja's Dance by Gia's Soul.

If you like sneaky Winchester pranks please go read Attack of the 46 Inch Winchesters by aloggedinreader.


Kitty took in a deep breath of as she made it to the park, the autumn air was crisp and cool against her warming pink cheeks. She was thankful for trench coats. Without her favorite lined coat she was certain she would have frozen in an outfit that consisted of mostly spandex, sequin and string.

Despite this she really did like her job. It was just that sometimes between the noise, the lights and the constant lingering smell of smoke and booze it was a bit of a sensory overload. The breeze picked up and a gust of cold air chilled what little skin was left exposed to the elements. Did she mention she loved her trench coat?

After work she liked to visit the local park on her way home to another building that smelled of smoke and booze with too bright lights and noise that reverberated through paper thin walls. She did not come to the park just to check if the kids who might be around were getting the supplies she had left. She visited the park every night for years before they had shown up and she would continue to after they moved on.

Sometimes Kitty just needed a moment between being 'Kitten cool': a literal personification of men's fantasies or 'Miss Gomez': the overworked engineer student who was picked on by the boys in her classes for either her gender, race, age or all three; then of course there was 'Nora' on Sundays the aunt who always had to be calm and understanding of her nieces just to remind them that it's okay to be kids and it would get better. So after work she took a diversion from her walk home to spend 30 peaceful minutes just being Kitty.

Her bliss only lasted a few seconds though, suddenly she felt something shift against her side. Kitty's eyes jerked open, her fight or flight instincts gearing up in case someone followed her from the club again. She was both surprised and relieved to find a small body curled up next to hers in an over sized, lime green jacket with thin yellow stripes on it she specifically remembered buying at the thrift just a couple days before.

"Well… hello," Kitty said blinking in surprise. She had almost given up and now suddenly one was practically laying on her side.

The hood titled sideways, a shadowy face peered up at her. The darkness was almost all encompassing almost like a layer of black ink covered everything in the park, part of the reason why she had originally chosen it. Now however, she wished she was a bit closer to the street lamps.

"Hi!" came an excitable and slightly squeaky voice.

Kitty smiled, she knew a friendly voice when she heard one. There was silence for a moment, but a fairly pleasant one. The smaller of the two started kicking his feet underneath the jacket he was practically swimming in.

"Thank you for helping me and my brothers," The light voice said.

The young woman nodded and held out a hand to the boy in polite formality, "I'm Kitty."

"Mi-Michelan..angelo… but you c-can call me M-Mikey," the small figure said, pulling his sleeve up before grasping her hand like he saw people do on the TV all the time.

Kitty nodded grinning at first, but then she noticed something… a little strange. Where five fingers normally were she only felt three thick ones. When she looked down closely she noticed that the hand was green….