Sorry this has taken so long. My writing has been more crap than usual. And I keep typing on my computer like I type on my iPhone and then things come out wrong… yeah… First-world problems. And I'm sorry that the chapters have been rather slow lately. For some reason, I can't get them right lately.
So this chapter also skips to the episode "Clap Your Hands if You Believe," and Kitty is now 27 weeks pregnant (6 months/ end of 2nd trimester).
"They've been doing what?" Kitty leaned her back hard against the side of the Chevelle as Dean mirrored her against the Impala across from her. "I thought it was clear that we chop off the heads of the bloodsuckers, not torture the crap out of them."
As soon as the group of hunters had arrived back at the compound, Dean had pulled Kitty aside and told her everything that had happened during the hunt – him being forced to hang back, the shady capturing of the alpha, the torture that the Campbells were doing. And she could hardly believe any of it. It seemed rather far-fetched to her, but after everything she had seen Samuel do, it didn't take her long to get over the surprise.
"I've got Sam trying to weasel his way in," Dean sighed as he pushed his hands deep into his jacket's pockets. "Bet I've got a 60/40 chance of him actually coming back out."
Footsteps on gravel caught the two hunters' attention, and Dave stood not too far off talking to a small group, but his eyes kept glancing toward Kitty. "I think I'm going to go back to the apartment," Kitty sighed as she pulled her eyes away from her father. "I'm not doing anything here anyway, and I can't stand to be around him."
"He is your dad-"
"And he's making me feel guilty about not wanting to find another way to bring back Case," Kitty explained as she rubbed her hands against her eyes. "He doesn't get that I've been down that road, and it had almost gotten me killed on multiple accounts." She kicked a rock with the toe of her shoe before sighing. "Case is gone, and she wouldn't want me to be risking my neck every five seconds trying to bring her back."
Dean grasped Kitty's shoulders and pulled her into his arms, where she just let out a breath that she didn't even realize she was holding. It was a place she felt safe – in his arms – even if it were only for a moment. "Do what you've got to do," Dean whispered into Kitty's hair. "Sam and I will figure out what the big secret is."
With a sigh and a nod, Kitty looked up at Dean and stared into his eyes. "Is it just me, or has everything gone beyond crazy lately?"
"Yeah, something has got all the monsters messed up," Dean replied before he pushed off of the Impala and opened to driver's door to the Chevelle. "I'll call you as soon as I figure something out, alright?"
Eyeing him cautiously, Kitty nodded her head and bent into the car. "You better not do anything stupid," she stated before she closed the door of the car.
As Dean stepped away and she turned the engine of the car on, Kitty could see her dad standing in the headlights. He had finished his conversation and had begun heading toward the Chevelle. But there was nothing more she could say to him at that moment; so she threw the car into reverse, maneuvered a K-Turn, and pulled out and away from the compound.
"Are you going to get out of the car," Dean asked as he stared down at Kitty, who was lying in the back of the Impala, "or did you just beg to come along for no reason?"
For the past week, Kitty's back and legs had started to cramp up, leaving her with the want to do absolutely nothing. The pain had even gotten to the point that she didn't want to drive anymore. So, with a groan, she sat up and slid out of the backseat, her feet stepping into a crowded Indiana street.
The majority of the people on the street were talking about aliens, dressed in space clothing, and the town was responding by selling appropriate objects. "Did we just step into ET or something?"
"Something like that," Sam huffed as he pulled a jacket on. Along with the physical pains, he was being a mental pain for Kitty with his not-thinking-before-speaking attitude.
Pushing the sleeves of her sweater up past her elbows, Kitty looked around at the people in the streets, where she spied an older blonde woman who seemed right at home with the extraterrestrial environment. "I'm talking to her," Kitty stated before she walked over to the woman.
The woman smiled brightly at Kitty, who held out her hand. "Hi," she smiled to the woman, "I'm Bridgette Collins, a reporter from The Mirror, and these are two of my colleagues. We were hoping we could ask you some questions about what's been happening lately."
"Of course, sweetie!" the woman beamed. "I'm Marion, by the way."
Dean nodded his head and shifted his body posture. "So do you really believe that it's UFOs that people have been seeing?"
"Of course it's not UFOs," Marion laughed lightly and wrinkled her nose. "It's fairies."
"Fairies?" Kitty asked, the answer knocking her off her feet. "Like more like Tinkerbelle and less like a green-headed martian?" Marion, who was still grinning, nodded her head enthusiastically.
"What? Flying saucers not insane enough for you?" Sam huffed as he eyed the woman like she was the newest crazy to escape from the asylum. "If you want to add glitter to that glue you're sniffing, that's fine, but don't dump your whackadoo all over us. We'd rather not step in it."
"Okay, we're done here," Dean stated as he pulled Sam back.
Marion looked completely taken aback before she looked into Kitty's eyes. "What newspaper did you say you worked for?"
"I'm sorry, he's got a… medical… thing."
When Kitty had reached Dean and Sam, Dean was sighing, "Empathy, man. Empathy. I mean, the old Sam would have given her some wussified, dew-eyed crap."
"Or at least not practically called her a psycho right in front of her," Kitty added as she rolled her shoulders.
"Well, Old Sam had a soul – was a soul. Whatever," Sam replied as they walked down the street.
"And we all know that you don't care," Kitty stated with a heavy sigh. "Fuck, we know you don't care about anything, so find something to care about: your brother, being human, or even a damn tree."
"Look," Sam sighed as he stopped walking abruptly, "you guys obviously care – a lot – and that's great, but I can't care about what… I can't care about it, you know? What do you want me to do, fake it?"
"Yes!" Dean practically shouted as his hands shot up into the air."Absolutely. Fake it till you make it."
"You know how exhausting it is to have to pick every word you say?" Sam complained. like a twelve-year-old child. "I had been faking it the entire time we've been back on the road together."
"Then we'll be your conscience," Dean answered as he began walking forward. "And if you screw anything up, I give Kitty permission to beat the crap out of you."
A smile twitched up on her lips. "I'd love someone else to have to feel the pain I'm in then."
