Okay, now Kitty is 23 weeks pregnant! That's like two months. Anyway, I skipped an episode, and now it's "Family Matters."
"What did you do to him?" Kitty hissed in the middle of the night as Dean dropped his brother into one of the kitchen chairs, binding him to the chair. She had woken up in the middle of the night to the apartment's doorbell ringing, and when she opened the door, she was beyond surprised to see Dean standing there.
The two hadn't seen each other for a week, nor had Kitty talked to Dean yet about the concerns she had about Lisa. It wasn't something she was ready to talk to him about yet. So she just stood there in the kitchen and watched as Dean tied the bloodied Sam to a chair. "What happened?"
"I need Cass," Dean sighed as he straightened his back and started walking about the room. "Cass!"
"Keep it down!" Kitty chided as she walked across the room, her bare feet feeling the cold of the floor. She was still only in her sweatpants and tanktop, wanting to go back to sleep, but she knew she couldn't. Not with the excitement running through her veins. "Skyler's still asleep and if she wakes up-"
"Too late." The younger girl had been picking up on Kitty's 'spy-walk' and she was able to walk into the kitchen without anyone knowing. "Wow, Dean. Did you beat the crap out of Sam? He looks terrible."
"You're right." It was the only way Castiel knew how to make an entrance was by scaring the crap out of Kitty. The angel then turned and looked at Dean as Sam groaned as he became conscious. "You did this?"
The slightly delirious and bloodied Sam looked around the room. "Cass? Kitty? What's-" Then Sam tried to move his arms, and they wouldn't budge. "Let me go."
"Has he been feverish?" Cass asked as he looked from Sam to Dean.
Dean, in turn, was pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a glass from the cabinet behind the island. "Have you?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows and looked very seriously at Sam.
Skyler stepped over to stand directly next to Kitty, distracting her from the banter that was going on between Castiel, Dean, and Sam. "What the hell is going on? Blood intervention?"
"You are as up to speed with things as I am," Kitty replied as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. As the baby started to become more active, he forced Kitty to get less and less sleep. It seemed that he was more active during the night than he was during the day, and he left Kitty feeling more tired than well-rested.
The baby was starting to kick up again, and Kitty placed a hand on her stomach, feeling his pushes against her hand as Dean started yelling at Sam, "You think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell? Wrong! He asks, you answer! Then you shut your hole, got it?"
No one said a word, and as Castiel continued to ask questions, Kitty sat down in the living room and brought her feet up on the couch, watching over the back of what was going on. It surprised her what Sam was telling them: that he didn't sleep at all since he got back, that he didn't want to tell Dean about that fact, that he didn't really have an emotions at all.
"So what does this mean?" Kitty asked as Castiel pulled up out his belt and placed it in front of Sam's face.
"I don't know. Bite down on this," Castiel commanded Sam. "If there's someplace that you find soothing, you should go there. In your mind." Then the angel pushed his sleeve up and inserted his hand into Sam's chest, like what he did to the kid during the plagues job.
When it was over, Sam doubled over as he panted and grunted in pain. "Did you find anything?" Dean asked before taking a mouth-full of his drink.
"No," Castiel stated, an expression of confusion on the angel's face.
"Then that's good," Kitty stated, but it sounded more like a question than anything. "If you didn't find anything-"
"I mean I found nothing," Cass interrupted as he looked hardly at Kitty. "His soul is gone."
"I'm sorry, but one more time," Dean started as he walked around the island and stood in front of Castiel. "Explain it like I'm 5. What do you mean he's got no-"
Castiel sighed heavily. "Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul. My guess is that it's still in the cage. With Michael and Lucifer."
The gasp that escaped between Skyler's lips explained the feeling that everyone had. "How the hell is it still in there? Dean got pulled up and he still had his soul."
"It took several angels to rescue Dean," Cass explained to Skyler and the rest of them. "And he wasn't nearly as well guarded. Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference – a big difference. It's not possible."
"There's always a way," Kitty said as she stood up and started to pace. "Hell, how many times have we realized that there's always a way when someone says there isn't?"
"Are you going to untie me now?" Sam asked, interrupting the arguing and sounding as though nothing was happening.
"No," Dean said firmly, with a quick glance over at his brother.
Trying to defend himself, Sam argued, "I'm not gonna-"
"Sam, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room?" Dean demanded as he walked up to his brother.
"I'm not some psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt," Sam insisted. "I was just trying to stop the vamps." He then sighed heavily and looked up at Dean. "I'm sorry. It wont happen again. Please let me go."
"What are you gonna do? Just keep me locked up in here forever?"
"It's not that bad," Kitty answered as she crossed her arms over her chest and stopped pacing. "Three meals a day, a clean bathroom, and no one depending on you to not get them killed."
"I didn't want it to come to this," Sam sighed as he shifted his shoulders and stood up from the chair, removing the ropes from his wrists. "You guys aren't going to be able to hold me. You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me. Let's fix this."
With a quick glance at Kitty, Dean walked up to Sam and glared at him heavily. "I'm gonna be watching every move you make," and then he stepped away from his brother and motioned to Cass. "Clean him up. If we're gonna figure out what happened to your soul, then we need to find out who yanked you out."
"Any leads?" Skyler asked as she hopped up on a barstool.
"None," Sam answered her as he crossed his arms over his chest, the two brothers standing almost exactly the same way.
"Then we start a list," Dean instructed as he leaned on the arm of the couch, before turning his attention to Castiel. "If it's so hard to spring someone out of the box, then who's got that kind of muscle?"
"I don't know," Castiel answered with a shake of his head. "You have no memory of your resurrection, Sam?"
"I woke up in a field. That's all I got."
"So it's a blank list we got goin'," Skyler sighed as she leaned against the island, her legs wrapped around the legs of the barstool she sat on. "Problems: a billion. Ideas: none.
"I've got one," Sam injected with a slight smile. "Campbells."
With a heavy roll of her eyes, Kitty sat back down on the couch. "My favorite people in the world. Give them a big hug for me when you see them."
"You know, your dad's there," Skyler added. "Don't you want to see him? He's been asking about you."
Kitty shook her head and leaned deeper into the couch. "Nope."
"Then it's settled," Dean sighed as he stood, grasping Kitty's hand and pulling her from the couch. "You're coming with us."
So Kitty is a little irked. She's still not sure if she can trust Dean yet, especially since she hadn't really talked to Dean in a week. Is this the beginning of another one of her grudges?