Jo, Ellen, and Bill Harvelle were waiting on the couch for me and Bobby. I glanced back at him once, but he nodded me onwards. So I handed the three a piece of hard tack and a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Jo. She didn't look me in the eyes.

"You're welcome."

"Thank you, sweetheart." Ellen. Her eyes looked sad.

"You're welcome."

"Thanks." Bill. He looked cautious.

"You're welcome."

I sat down on the floor. There was only the couch (which was full) and Bobby's chair (which was Bobby's). Bobby shook his head, and tossed me a bottle of water.

"Idjit." He muttered. He said that word a lot. I caught the water bottle with a sort of relative ease. The hard tack he tossed next, though… That I did not catch as easily. It bounced from my fingers until I lunged for it. It didn't hit the floor, though. That was a good thing.

"Sorry." I muttered, looking around at everyone. I felt more than a little awkward about that. We all stayed quiet for a moment, just looking at each other.

"Well, I think we should start at the very beginning again, why don't we?" Bobby asked. We all nodded. I don't think any of us had a better idea. "As you all know, I am your graciously grumpy host Bobby Singer." He looked over at me, and nodded for me to speak.

"I'm Kylie Dillinger." I said slowly. "I'm staying with Bobby and I… I don't remember who I am." It hurt a little bit to say the words out loud, but it also felt good.

The word catharsis floated through my head for just a moment.

"My name is Ellen Harvelle." Ellen spoke next. "Bill is my husband, and Jo is my daughter." Husband. Daughter. Those words meant family. That meant that they were family.

"I'm Jo. I'm a Hunter. I'm these guy's kid."

"I'm Bill." That was all he said. I felt as though that was all he needed to say.

"Now that we've all done introductions again, let's talk." Bobby said decisively. "Kylie, it's about time that you knew what we can tell you. You've heard bits and pieces already. I think it's safe to say that this is a better shot than nothing. Any objections?" Nobody answered. "Great. Let's start talking."

And they started. They told me about the Kylie from this world. They told me about how her family was gone. They told me about how she'd saved them a few times. They told me about Kevin, and getting married to him. Apparently the Kylie from this world had gotten married. That was the picture. Bobby had… presided. The Harvelles had been there too. It was apparently a grand time. Bobby had given me away at the wedding. Bobby had considered me to be his own daughter.

Jo was her friend from the moment they met, according to her. She had talked with her hands, sign language. Jo learned it so they could communicate better. They'd talked about girl things. That Kylie hadn't had a mom, and Jo only had hers. It was good for the both of them, according to Jo.

There were other things said, and other things shared. They did their best not to push too many specific memories on me. I think they were waiting to see if something clicked.

Nothing did.

"Where is Kevin?" I asked quietly.

"He…" Bobby was trying to answer. Everyone looked around quietly. "He disappeared not long after you died."

"Was he a good man?"

"Yes." Ellen answered earnestly. She cast a look up at Bobby as she spoke. "Yes, he is. He's doing everything he can to be a good man."

"Ellen, she deserves to know the truth now." Bobby said. "I've kept it from her long enough."

"She's had to hear a lot." Ellen argued. "I think that she needs time to let this settle."

"I have more questions though." I pointed out. "May I ask them?" Everybody thought for a moment.

"Yeah, sure." Bobby answered.

"You… You called me your daughter." I said to Bobby. "Are you my family?" His last name was Singer, but he could still be my family. But my family was dead. That's what they told me.

"Yes and no." Bobby answered. "You showed up on my doorstep. I kind of just adopted you as my family." Bobby smiled a little. "You didn't have a damn choice."

"I didn't?"

"Nope." He was still smiling.

"And this is a good thing?"

"Absolutely." He replied. His smile changed in a way that was difficult to describe. It became… Sorrowful, almost. A sorrowful smile. "I never had kids of my own when I got married. After my wife died I didn't remarry." He looked out into the distance. "Karen always wanted kids." He muttered. "She wanted a little girl." There was a quiet silence that fell over everyone for a moment. "Anyways, I don't know. You kind of just showed up on my door one day, then showed up again and stuck around. We didn't like each other at first, but eventually…" He shrugged a little. "You became my daughter, more or less. You were the daughter I never had." His voice sounded like a sorrowful smile too.

I looked at Bobby Singer in a slightly different light, now. I had no family, apparently. No father or mother like Jo did. No brothers or sisters or anyone. Depending on which Kylie I was, I might not even be married.

The Kylie in this world had started out with absolutely none of that, and found family in Bobby Singer.

At that moment I didn't particularly care which Kylie I was supposed to be. Bobby Singer considered me family. He was the closest thing I was probably ever going to have to it.

I got up from my seat on the floor, and walked slowly over to him. He was still looking out the window when I did the only thing I could think of doing – I wrapped my arms around him tightly. This time, the word for the action came to my mind with ease.

A hug.

I was giving Bobby Singer a hug.

"Thank you for being my family." I whispered quietly. His body felt still, as did the rest of the room. But a few moments later, I felt his arms around me as well.

"I missed you, kiddo." He muttered. "I missed the hell out of you."

I wished I could say the same words.

After a few minutes, he pulled away. I watched him wipe something off his face for a moment. "Alright, now that all the gush and stuff is out of the way, let's tell you about the other option." He looked back at the Harvelles. "Actually, I think I need to explain that part to all of y'all."

"Yes please." Jo said quietly. She looked like she had tears in her eyes. The sight made me uncertain. These people… They were so nice. They were so kind. Did she really need to know about the other her? What if I was the Kylie these people thought I was in the first place? What if this was the me I was supposed to be?

What if this was the me I wanted to be?

I pushed the thought aside as Bobby began his second explanation. There was another me. In another world. Alive, as far as he knew. That other me came from a glowing gold tear in what Bobby called the fabric of reality. Bobby assumed I'd gotten married in that world as well, judging from the ring on my hand. The only catch was, he wasn't so certain if it was Kevin.

"There was an angel that the other you was all up close and cozy with." All of us were shocked at that. I'd heard the horrors of angels in this world. I didn't think good ones could exist.

But apparently in the other world, they did. And according to Bobby, it looked like I was married to one over there. Castiel. Bobby told me he knew bits and pieces about their plan. He knew they were planning on closing the opening between the worlds. He knew that the other me was the one that would do it.

Apparently the other me had been a little more than human. The other me had been a witch. The other me had had long hair then, too. The other me hadn't had the same problems with speech, either.

But the other me also didn't have a family. Not by blood, anyways.

Bobby hadn't seen the other me after they'd left. He just knew that the door had been closed. He checked.

"Well, it sounds to me like there's an easy way to determine which Kylie we have." Ellen said once he was done. "If she can shoot spells, it's Kylie from Paradise World. If she can't, she's Kylie from here."

"Not exactly." Bobby muttered. Ellen looked at him sharply.

"Goddammit Bobby what else is there that you're not telling us?!" She exclaimed. Bobby thought for a moment before answering.

"Kylie," he looked over at me. "When I found you, I didn't find you alone."

"Who was with me?" I asked.

"It's not a who." Bobby said. "It's a what."

"Just spit it out Singer!" Ellen shouted. Bobby looked a little solemn as he replied.

"I found you next to another opening." Bobby said. "I found you next to a Rift."