Sam Winchester is afraid of clowns (procerus) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-07-04 14:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gamewideplot, kitty norville: kitty norville |
log: kitty & sam
WHO: Kitty Norville & Sam Winchester
WHEN: June 19, 2024
WHERE: The Station Apt 411
WHAT: Talking about their future kid and the fact that he's a hunter and she's a werewolf.
WARNINGS: Talk of death, demons, torture, violence.
Kitty was determined to not panic. Panic meant the wolf was at the fore because that was how they protected themselves. The human was weaker, physically, but she had her mind. Which was why Kitty needed to stay in control and throw logic at the whole situation. It was impossible, for one. But mostly it was the revelation that the Winchesters were Hunters with a capital H. Past or present, it didn’t really matter because her stress level had skyrocketed. Cormac was logical. Sam and Dean knew her (somewhat) and knew that she wasn’t some slavering monster. Was she actually in any danger? Logic said no. But logic also questioned everything she knew. Because she apparently had a daughter. With Sam Winchester. Again: impossible. But – and there were so many buts – this place made strange things happen. Maybe her future there meant something different. She pulled her phone out and texted Sam: Come over - please? We need to talk and I’m freaking out. A family of his own had been something Sam had always wanted, but something he wasn’t sure he’d ever really get a chance to have. There had been a time when he still had those dreams, when he believed he’d be able to stop hunting and settle down. There had even been brief moments when he’d done it, but it always went sideways. Eventually, he’d resigned himself to the fact that he’d always be a hunter first and that wasn’t really compatible with the white picket fence, 2.5 kids kind of life. Kids with Kitty, though? That more than threw him. Especially since she apparently was a werewolf. Sam had been in this world long enough to realize that supernatural creatures were different in other worlds from what he and Dean knew and he hadn’t exactly been that forthcoming about his own background, save when there were ghosts running around San Francisco that he’d tried to help some others avoid. He probably didn’t have grounds to be mad she hadn’t told him. It was just another thing to make his head spin a little more. He stared at the message for a full minute before adding his reply. yeah, we definitely need to talk. He didn’t add that he was kind of freaking out himself, but he did grab his keys and head out the door. I’m on my way. He considered going back for the case of beer in his fridge, but decided this was probably a conversation he should be sober for. Kitty paced. It was really her wolf that paced and she needed to get that under control before Sam entered her den. Her space. Territory. Shit. And then he was knocking on her door and Kitty answered mutely, shoulders drawn inward as she tried to make herself appear smaller. It wasn't necessary but she also wasn't about to fight her instincts too hard when the wolf preferred to tuck her tail. "Hi," she managed and shut the door behind him. "Before anything else is said, the name came first," Kitty said, managing a wry grin because people tended to comment on a werewolf with the name Kitty. But she wouldn't meet his gaze and she couldn't quite get some steel back into her spine. Sam couldn’t help laughing at that. The irony wasn’t lost on him. He expected it was a joke she’d heard more times than she could count. Probably more times than she’d wanted to hear it, but if she was trying to diffuse some of the tension or whatever this was, it helped, at least on his end. He couldn’t help noticing the subtle shift in her mannerisms and the general way she carried herself. He stood there a little awkwardly, not sure exactly where to start. With him being a hunter? Her being a werewolf? Them having a kid together who for all intents and purposes seemed pretty damn awesome? There was a lot to unpack here and it was hard to know where to begin. “So, MJ,” he said after a moment. There really should have been more to that sentence, but he was still trying to figure out what to say. The laugh helped. Kitty relaxed, just a little, and nodded when he said their daughter's name. "MJ. Mary Jo Winchester," she said softly. It was insane. It was impossible. Of course it was possible with the right people and parts involved but that wasn't the point. Kitty blew out a breath and let Sam into her space properly, closing the door behind him. Closed herself in with a Hunter. Closed him in with a werewolf. And wasn't that just a stupid line of thinking? Kitty knew she wasn't some mindless monster and she knew a dangerous Hunter back home who was one of her most steadfast allies now. "I'm not sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I am sorry that my being a werewolf just got blown out of the water alongside future-daughter showing up," Kitty said, finally, and lifted her gaze to look at him properly. It was a struggle to not drop her eyes, though. Kitty was trying. “I would have told you, if I’d known,” Sam offered. “Maybe, I would have.” It was complicated and the latter part of that statement was more honest. Would he have told her he was a hunter if he’d known she was a werewolf? Or would he have been more inclined to hold that secret even closer? He hadn’t been hiding the fact, exactly. He’d sort of mentioned it to Molly when the ghosts had come around, but that had been vague and he knew it. But it wasn’t something he’d been intentionally hiding either. Sam sighed. “I was born into the Life,” he said, not sure if that made it better or worse. “I never really had a choice. My mom was killed by a demon when I was still a baby and Dad was obsessed with finding her killer. He took me and Dean with him, taught us to be hunters almost from the time we could walk. I tried to get out, but-” He trailed off, because it was a really long story and probably way more than she needed to hear. “Coming here felt like a fresh start in a lot of ways. A chance to do something different with my life. I didn’t expect, uh, our future daughter to show up and bring all of this up.” That was a lot to wrap his head around on its own. He was quiet for a beat, trying to sort through everything. “You really don’t have anything to be sorry for. I don’t blame you for [...] any of this.” Kitty gave a tight smile and moved into the kitchen. Why? She wasn't sure. But she went to the refrigerator and pulled out two cold bottles of beer. "They don't do anything for me but sometimes it's nice to have the comfort on a weird day," Kitty said as she went about grabbing a bottle opener from a drawer and making quick work of the tops. She held the bottle out and then hopped up onto the kitchen counter to force a sort of casual sense of the situation. Miraculously, she didn't spill her own beer. "Before I came here, a lot of shit happened. And most of it was a whole lot of people taking my choices away from me. I got turned because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Three-ish years later, I get outed on the air while doing The Midnight Hour. Very, very soon after that I got exiled from Denver and the only pack I'd ever known. All because I grew a spine," Kitty said, pausing to take a drink. "So I did the lone wolf thing. I got called in for a Senate hearing which was a total circus but it was really to get me to a place where some asshat Senator could paint me as a monster. Strip away my rights as an American citizen." When she paused again, it was with one of those thousand-yard stares that people got when remembering something they didn't want to. "I got kidnapped, put in a silver-lined cage, and put on camera as the full moon rose. I was able to take back some control because I sort of brought it back around into The Midnight Hour--my radio show, sorry. I keep saying it like I know you know exactly what I mean. Like, you don't have to listen to the radio slot I run or the podcast or streams or whatever," Kitty went on, realizing that she was starting to babble. She turned her gaze back to Sam. "Anyway. I turned on live television. Broadcast to all corners of the globe. Showing up here where no one knew who I was? No one knew I was a werewolf? It was kind of nice." Kitty lifted her bottle of beer in silent toast. “So. Demons?” Sam swore out loud when she told him what had happened to her. He hunted monsters and werewolves had always been included in that, but what she described just sounded cruel. Unnecessary. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” he said. It didn’t feel like enough. “Not just demons, but yeah.” Sam shook his head. “I wanted to be a lawyer,” he admitted, “but I never even made it to law school.” There was a lot more to his life and he knew he should probably tell her about it, but it was going to be a lot. He sighed. “I’m not just a hunter, Kitty. I have demon blood in me. Azazel, the demon who killed my mom, he fed me his blood when I was a baby. I was finishing college, getting ready to start law school when he killed my girlfriend. That’s when I started hunting again.” There was a lot more, of course, but he didn’t know how much of it she really wanted to know. The tight smile didn't soften and she knew the whole thing felt awkward. "So," Kitty said, her voice turning quieter, "our daughter has demon blood in her?" Kitty raked claws – fingers! – through her hair. "I'm not judging you for the whole hunter thing. Cormac was hired to kill me and instead became one of the few people I can still trust. I just, you know, the instinct of please don't hunt me down. Hell, I'm not even a dominant werewolf. I have to work at it," she said, shoulders slumping a little. "I don't have control as a wolf but I guarantee I'm more scared of you than you would be of me. She'd – I would rather just hunt some little bunny and then curl up to sleep the moon off until the next Full.” Now Kitty’s smile turned a little more wry but it was at least a little more honest. “I eat my steaks rare but I’m otherwise still the same person about three hundred fifty-four days out of the year.” She swallowed and found herself reaching a hand out toward Sam because she wanted physical contact with someone. “And I can’t have children. Biologically impossible. So the fact that MJ said we go and get a surrogate? That is expensive. Clearly, in the future, we want this.” “Maybe,” he admitted. “I don’t know how it works.” He didn’t want to go into the whole thing where he’d once thought he needed to drink more to maintain those powers or how he’d kind of been addicted to it at one point. He wasn’t even sure how much of it was still in his system. “She could have inherited some of my psychic abilities.” She probably wanted a clearer answer, but that was the best he could offer. Sam reached for her outstretched hand, to hold it in his. “I don’t know exactly what the future holds, aside from what we know right now about MJ, but I have no doubt that it was something we both wanted.” He didn’t know Kitty well at all yet and it was a little weird that she looked so much like Jo, but he couldn’t help admiring her a little. He couldn’t be surprised to learn that eventually grew into something more. “I’ve always wanted a normal life, a family,” he admitted, “so she might be a big surprise, but not an unwelcome one.” Physical touch helped. Kitty felt something in her start to unwind and release and it didn't feel like the wolf was about to escape. "My little sister got the normal life. I missed out on a lot of things because holidays, birthdays, whatever fell on or too close to a full moon. Now that they know why I was avoiding them, it's gotten a little easier. But seeing her be a mom..." Kitty squeezed Sam's hand and gave a grateful smile. "I never realized that I would miss something like that until I couldn't have it." "Maybe," she went on and paused to consider how she felt about what she was about to suggest, "we go meet up with her. And we can ask her more questions and just kind of see how it all feels." And if it somehow managed to feel right? Kitty wasn't sure what she was going to do with those emotions but none of it was on MJ. "You'd know more about what to ask with the whole – psychic? Really?” Kitty laughed finally. It was absurd. And it had the potential to be wonderful. Sam laughed. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” he said. “Visions sometimes or prophetic dreams. I can do a little telekinesis. It’s not as strong as it used to be.” No, he didn’t feel like explaining exactly what would make those abilities stronger. Her idea was a good one, though. “Let’s go meet our daughter,” he agreed. “Psychic powers aside, I have a lot of questions and I’m sure you do, too.” Whatever he and Kitty were meant to be in the future, they would figure it out. Right now, he wanted to meet the young women who apparently called them Mom and Dad. Kitty nodded and slipped off the counter. The beer was going to waste and she didn’t care. It had been there if either had wanted it and had served its purpose. She let go of Sam’s hand. “Mary Jo Winchester. MJ. I definitely left the naming rights up to you, I think,” Kitty teased. She could understand it, though. Kitty had planted herself in front of the Winchesters more often than someone else would have because she was trying to differentiate herself from the woman she looked similar to. She’d gotten enough information out of them to know the physical differences (such as Kitty’s eyes being blue) but it had been about showing them she wasn’t Jo Harvelle returned to life. And maybe she’d come to appreciate the woman enough to name her daughter after her, in memory. “Come on,” Kitty said, flashing a grin upward at Sam before grabbing her keys as she passed by the low table they’d been on. |