(( I know I always use the name "Cait" because it's an abbreviation of "Caitlin" which I am using until I decide on an official name.))
Name: Cait Hedvigh
Age: 17 (Season 4)
24 (Season 11)
Nicknames: Kitty (Only to Dean)
Shortie (To Sam)
Titchy C (To demons)
Catherine (To angels, never call her this)
Nationality: Irish British
Family: Mother, deceased
Father, deceased
Aunt Peggy, read to discover
Grandfather, read to discover, lives in America
Appearance: Oval face, Mid length brown sun streaked hair (Usually messy down or in plait or high pony tail) Sea blue eyes, Wears: Black skinny jeans, dark red/ purple shirt, black vest top, purple neckerchief, black leather Doc Martens, Green kanji rain coat. Height: 5'5", dwarfed considerably by Sam.
Species: Human, although...
Personality: She seems pretty calm and collective with a sarkey sense of humour that certain people don't understand, undeniably Cas most of the time. Laughs at almost anything but when she's beat, she's done. Cait comes usually with a positive attitude and you hardly ever find her dipping out of things. She isn't a great shot with a gun but give her and knife and everything will be okay. She is happy anywhere really and enjoys travelling, however times may catch up with her.
She looks up to the boys (quite literally) as brothers and will go all out to protect them. Even in bad times she will still pester Sam for shotgun and sing along to the radio.
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I Don't Remember Most of It
FanfictionI got pulled along by the Winchesters and their angel. I don't know how and I don't know why. All I know is... Well, that's another thing. I don't know any of it. And I can't remember most of it. -----------
