Killer Queen (Multi/poly)

5

Kit layed awake for several minutes just blankly staring at the stranger in her bed. He was good in bed and painfully handsome, but she couldn't be bothered to care for his name. His odd-looking pentagram looking tattoo on his chest was strange, though. Kit sighed to herself, rolling her eyes as she rolled onto her back. It would, of course, be just her luck that the first guy in years she fucks is a devil worshiper of some kind. 

Her nose scrunched up as she looked at the mystery stains on her ceiling, as the morning light only seemed to enhance them. Making her mind drift to stains she had left on the earth yesterday. Part of her was genuinely worried for her sanity to create hallucinations. another part wanted to brush it under the rug as they all did her. Kit sighed, throwing the blankets off her as she rose from the bed to dig clothes out of her bag.

 Her hands paused as she buttoned her jeans, the sun reflecting off the promise ring Shane had given her. The sight of it made her nauseous as she clenched her jaw, her opposite hand ripping the ring off her finger and tossing it in the tin garbage bin, an obnoxious ting filling the same room. Kit turned back to her bag and threw on a fitted black shirt, then moved to her gun holster. "Morning," the man said from behind her, his voice thick from just waking up.

"Morning," Kit replied, almost disappointed he woke up before she could leave. 

"In a rush, huh? It's usually me trying to escape." the man chuckled awkwardly; she could feel his eyes burning into the back of her body from head to toe as he watched every move she made. "Mhm," she hummed, pulling on her boots.

"Not much of a talker, huh? I get it, a new place, new people, a lot to deal with when you're dealing with grief. My brother Sam I lost him a while ago-" kit huffed before turning to him.

"Look, dude-"

"Dean, Dean Winchester." he grinned from where he sat on the bed, his bare chest fully facing her.

"Look, dean, I'm sorry for your loss. I really am. But I'm not dealing with grief; I'm dealing with the fact that I want to resurrect my ex-boyfriend just to murder again. and the man that was supposed to be my best friend? Yeah, he's going to wish he was dead the next time I see him. Grief." she said, pointing to him, "Homicide." she said, pointing to herself. Dean's eyebrows shot up, not quite having a response for that, especially first thing in the morning. He shook his head and opened his mouth to reply, "Try not to dig thru my stuff before you leave." kit said as she stormed out of the room, almost slamming the door behind her. 

Kit stood on the sidewalk, taking a deep breath as she looked around the small 'town.' It was odd to see. Death was outside the walls currently being built, but inside, it was like something out of an Andy Griffith show. People walked up and down the street smiling as they talked, as if it was just another sunny day of the week. She would worry watching all the older women gathered around a group of children teaching what she could only imagine being some form of a fun school lesson. Her brain then dragged her eyes over to the gate, reminding her there was an intimidatingly amount of able men and women standing guard as another group worked. It all worked from what she could tell so far. However, kit would be lying if she said she wasn't the least bit intrigued with the place and the peace it seemed to offer. It was the kind of place she might even want to bring Carl to if she ever found him, that is. 

Kit turned, ready to find Philip or at least try, when a body collided with hers, almost knocking her to the ground. "Jesus," she groaned, caught off guard, but her frustration quickly disappeared seeing a scared icy blue-eyed teenager with brown hair. "I'm sorry," he rushed out, quickly scrambling to his feet as rushed feet approached them; Kit's eyes flicked to the three boys rapidly approaching, their eyes set on the one moving behind her.

"what's going on, boys?" Kit asked rhetorically; it wasn't hard at all to put it together.

"Nothin ma'am, just havin a little fun with the orphan boy." the middle kid said smiling, his two lackeys snickering.

Kit turned to eye the kid behind her, trying his best to act tough as he stared at the three boys. Kit's jaw tightened as she took in his ragged jeans and spotted shirt, her heart breaking for him. She turned back to the three boys huffing out a chuckle in disbelief. "What are you idiots 12 years old, and your already turnin' evil as fuck." All three boys looked at kit confused as she stepped closer, her hand quickly grabbing the 'leaders' jaw tight as she lowered her face level with his. 

"Stop, please," the kid begged.

"This is a new world boys, so let me make myself very clear. If you ever bully or hurt anybody again, I'll find you and your family and butt fuck your father with your mommy's headless corpse right here for everyone to see, hell she might even get a meal if I take it off real careful. Understand?" She whispered, ignoring the tears that ran down his face. 

"Yes," he cried

"Boys?" Kit asked, her eyes flicking to the two lackeys as they watched on wide-eyed; they nodded profusely.

"good. Now fuck off." Kit said with a smile, releasing him, snorting to herself as she watched all three boys practically trip over themselves as they fled.

"Thanks, they can be assholes." the boy said 

Kit turned to him and gave him a kind smile. "No problem, kid, they gotta learn at some point."

"I'm Jody, Jody Holland." He said with a more confident voice holding out his hand.

Kit's smile widened at the polite gesture "Kitten or Kit Adams." she replied, shaking his hand.

"Like the cat?" he asked, letting a laugh escape; that kit couldn't help but join.

"Yeah, like the cat. Say I didn't get a tour yesterday. Would you mind?" she asked.

"Sure!" he chirped excitedly, boasting out his chest with the newfound responsibility.