Chapter 2

Minutes later, with Sam and Dean sitting before her Kenny really didn't know where to begin. She had gone over this a million times in her head; how to tell them what she knew and what she suspected. Well, the only way to get through it was to get started.

"Okay. I know ya'll do weird pretty well," Kenny began. "And this is probably as weird as you'll hear - this month anyway."

Sam and Dean shared a look.

"Go on," Sam said.

"Whew, this is harder than I expected." Kenny got up to pace. "You are going to have to trust me on some of this. I'm not crazy and I don't mean you any harm," Kenny began.

Again, Sam and Dean shared a look. "Let's just hear it," Dean said.

"Remember a while back when the angels were after you and you both were sent into another reality that was a TV show of your life?" Kenny asked.

"How do you…" Dean began, sitting up straight in his chair.

"I know," Kenny interrupted, "because that reality is where I'm from." She sat back down.

Silence reigned for a few minutes as Sam and Dean took this in.

"As near as I can figure, when ya'll came through to my reality, I was shot through to your reality. And I'm still here, and you are back here, so I don't know how valid that theory is. And I suspect, though I don't know, that since two of you went one direction, two of us went the other. But I don't know who the other person is or where they could be."

Dean shot out of the chair and began pacing. "Son of a bitch."

Sam sat there just staring at Kenny. "Tell us what happened," Sam said gently.

Kenny gathered her thoughts. "Okay, that TV show that you popped into the middle of? It's just a TV show in my reality. What you do here doesn't exist there. I think you kind of figured that out while you were there."

"Yeah, a little bit," Dean said, still pacing, with his hand on the back of his neck.

"I was watching the show, Supernatural, that particular angel episode, when – as near as I can remember I blacked out. I woke up in a Vancouver hotel room. I've never been to Vancouver before, never had a desire to go to Vancouver, but there I was," Kenny said. "Luckily, I had my driver's license and some cash in my pocket so I had some ID on me. But I didn't know how or why or even where I was for a little while so I was reluctant to use it."

Dean had sat back down by now and was staring at her.

"How did you get back into the US?" Sam asked. "The border crossings are pretty tight now."

"Tell me something I don't know," Kenny said. "But I was a graphic designer for a few years so I have a few skills. I never thought I would put those skills to use that way."

Sam looked pretty impressed. "So you faked some ID and walked across the border? What did the guards say with you walking?"

"I didn't walk. I lost my nerve because didn't think I could pull it off. So, I channeled my inner hobo, found a train that was heading south and hitched a ride in a box car that had plenty of places to hide," Kenny said with a grin. "I surprised even myself with that one."

Sam and Dean smiled.

"Once I got back into the US, I hit the nearest library and did some research," she continued. "My driver's license is still the same and I found plenty of things about supernatural stuff but no TV show called Supernatural. I did run across the books, though."

"Oh God, not the books again…" Dean moaned. "We need to burn all of them."

"Again, Dean, they are on the internet, so good luck finding them all," Sam said. Kenny had the feeling this wasn't the first time this subject had come up.

"I know. I just hate that," Dean said.

"I don't need to read the books to know what's happened to you," Kenny said quietly. "It was all in the TV show in my reality. I'm so sorry for all that you both have been through."

Sam and Dean looked uncomfortable with that didn't really know what to say.

"Anyway, I was born and raised in Virginia, but now I was in Washington State. To say the least I didn't know my way around. Once I figured out where I was and had a working theory on what happened, I thought of Charlie," Kenny said as she took up the story again. "I'm pretty good with a computer, so I searched for her and found the LARPing website and went one weekend to meet the Queen." Kenny paused with a fond smile. "She hit on me that first meeting. That was an eye opener. I have never been hit on by a girl before. Sort of startled me there for a minute."

"I know what you mean," Dean mumbled.

Kenny smiled and continued, "She and I became friends and eventually roommates and here we are."

"So you are from Virginia in another reality," Dean summed up. "Why are you here with us and Charlie?" With a shrewd look in his eye, he said, "Charlie doesn't know all of this, does she?"

"Not all, no," Kenny said slowly. "She knows my theory about what happened and agrees it sounds plausible. It sounds a little stalker-ish doesn't it? Me looking her up on the internet and then arranging to meet her?"

Kenny got up to pace a bit more. "I swear I'm not here for any other reason than I'm a fan of the show in my reality and I want to help. And I don't really have any place else to go. I know ya'll don't have time to sit here searching through a ton of books when I can get everything digitized and searchable for you; though it will take quite some time for all this information." With a sweep of her hand she indicated the books and boxes sitting around. "Plus we need to figure out what's on the mainframes, and in the boxes, and on the tapes."

Sam sat back in his chair. "You need to tell Charlie everything. In our experience nothing good comes from keeping secrets."

Dean didn't say anything and wouldn't meet Kenny's eye.

"And we live in pretty close quarters here," Sam finished.

"I know," Kenny said softly.

They heard the bunker doors opening. "Can I get some help with the bags? Kenny had me buy enough to feed an army!" Charlie called.

"Coming!" Kenny replied and rushed from the table to help while Sam and Dean followed a little more slowly.

After dinner, Kenny, Charlie, and Sam were sitting together talking about the equipment needed to get the information organized and making yet more lists. Sam got up to get a snack and walked out of the room with a look at Kenny.

When he was gone, Kenny turned to Charlie. "Charlie, I need to talk to you and I don't really think you are going to like what I have to say," Kenny said. "After that, I think I'm going to have a good old fashioned fall apart and drink waaay too much."

Charlie looked worried and curious in turns and took Kenny's hand. "We've been roommates for almost a year. I know what the fall aparts are like. What's on your mind?"

"Huh. You heard those?" Kenny asked. "I thought I was quiet about it."

"You were," Charlie said. "But thin walls – everything carries. So spill…"

And Kenny did. Everything, finally out in the open. It felt so much better than keeping it all inside. And as Kenny had feared Charlie was pissed at being singled out and kind of taken advantage of. But she would come around in time.