Chapter 5: In The Beginning

-Late September…

Katie woke up on the grass in a park and she looked around. Her heart was thundering hard in her chest as her stomach churned with fright. Where was she? Where was her dad? Uncle Sam? She noticed that everyone seemed to be wearing old clothes. Like 1970s clothing. She ran a hand through her semi-curly hair and tried to figure out where she was. Where her dad was. She exhaled.

She continued to look around and then headed toward town, which wasn't that far from where she was. She straightened her jean jacket and attempted to figure out where she was.

Dean jerked awake from another nightmare and his eyes flew open. He looked over his shoulder to check on Katie when he realized that she wasn't there. They were watching a stupid movie the night before and had fallen asleep. He looked beside him again and Cas was there.

"Hello, Dean. What were you dreaming about?"

"What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?" He sat up and looked at Castiel. "Where's my daughter?"

"She's safe. You'll see her soon."

"What? Where is she?"

"Listen to me. You have to stop it."

"Stop what?"

Castiel put 2 fingers to Dean's forehead….

"Move it buddy – you can't sleep here."

Dean jerked and looked around tiredly. "Okay... sleep... where?"

"Anywhere but here."

He sat up and pulled John's journal from the large pocket inside his leather jacket and then pulled his phone out. He flipped it open and it beeped at him saying 'No Signal'. Dean moved it around to see if the signal would catch, but nothing. "Perfect."

"Yeah, I tried that too."

Dean's whipped around when he heard that voice. Relief washed over him when he saw his daughter standing there in the outfit she wore the day before. Cream colored jeans, green long-sleeved shirt, and a blue jean jacket. He quickly stood and rushed her, hugging her. "Oh, thank God…I was worried."

"Me too," she said and held onto him. "Where are we?"

"I don't know." He looked across the street and saw 'Jay Bird's Diner'. "But let's get you a soda and me a coffee. Maybe if we get some caffeine in us then we'll be able to figure this out."

They walked into the diner and Dean sat down next to the dark haired man and Katie took the stool next to him. Dean looked over at the dark haired man. "Hey, where the hell am I?"

"Jay Bird's Diner."

"Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh... city and state."

"Lawrence, Kansas."

"Lawrence."

"Hey, you okay buddy?" the dark haired man asked.

"Yeah, tough night."

"Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg."

Katie looked to see who Reg was and seen a hippie man over in the corner of the counter. "Okay, coming right up," Reg said.

She had a feeling they weren't in 2008 anymore. Dean pulled out his cell phone and said to the dark-haired man, "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?"

"The USS Enterprise?" he joked.

Katie snickered. "Um…Dean, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, figuratively speaking.

"What?" he looked up at Reg who brought his coffee over. He was dressed in old hippie clothing, something Sonny Bono would have worn in the early days of Sonny and Cher. "Thanks... nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right? Could you bring my daughter a soda please?"

She smiled. "I'll take a coca-cola, please?"

He nodded.

"Sonny and Cher broke up?" The dark haired guy asked.

Katie looked around and tapped her dad. "Hey, look. They're dressed in clothes that remind me of a Scooby-Doo cartoon."

Dean looked around the diner and noticed everyone dressed in 70s-era clothing. Katie looked at the headline on the dark haired man's newspaper: Nixon accepts resignation of top…. the rest is cut off by how the man was holding the paper.

"Um…dad, wasn't Nixon the seventies president?"

"Yeah."

She nodded to the paper. "Look. See if you can see a date." She smiled at Reg. "Thank you."

Dean looked at the date on the paper and seen that it said April 30, 1973. "Nineteen-seventy-three."

A man entered the diner and greeted the dark-haired man. "Hey, Winchester."

Both Dean and the dark-haired man look around. The older man shook the hand of the dark haired man. "Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?"

"Hey, Mr. D."

"I heard you were back."

"Yeah, a little while now."

"Good to have you home, John, damn good."

"Dad?" Dean asked a little surprised.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me."

"You got it, Mr. D."

John noticed Dean staring at him. "Do we know each other?"

"I guess not," he muttered.

John gets up to leave. "Take it easy, pal."

"Yeah," Dean muttered.

She looked at her dad. "That was grandpa?!" she exclaimed quietly.

He nodded slowly, still in shock. "Yeah. That's him."

"Oh…." she watched him leave. "He's cute."

Dean stared at his daughter horrified. "Katherine!"

She smiled. "Nice to know that I got the good looks from somewhere."

He chuckled in disbelief. "Come on, Smart Ass. Let's get out of here and try to figure out a way home."

They started to discreetly follow John through town. As they rounded the corner they almost bumped into Castiel. Katie yelped. "What is this?"

"What does it look like?" Castiel asked.

"It looks like I'm in a new version of Back to the Future," Katie shot at him.

Castiel looked down at her, confused. "I don't understand that reference."

"Is it real?" Dean asked.

"Very."

"But how?"

He put a gentle hand on Katie's shoulder and said to Cas, "Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did we get here?"

"Time is fluid, Dean. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."

"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!"

"I told you, you have to stop it."

Katie glared at him, arms folded over her chest. "Anyone ever told you, you're kind of a jerk?" She looked at her dad. "Again, not the word I wanted to use."

He laughed softly, then looked at Cas firmly. "Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?"

Behind them tires screech and a horn honks and they look. When they turn back Castiel's gone. "Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!"

Katie scoffed. "Yeah, nice friend you got there…dad."

"He's not a friend," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He's a pain in my ass."

They found John at Rainbow Motors. Katie looked at the sign and scoffed. "Yep, we're in the seventies."

He laughed. "What's the name of the-"

"Rainbow Motors! If that doesn't scream psychedelic hippies I don't know what does."

He laughed. Katie halted. "Okay. I may not know much about cars, but I do know that the hippie love van is not for grandpa."

"Hippie love va-what?" he turned to see John looking at a '64 Volkswagon van. "Oh, God…no."

She looked around and stopped. "How come your version of it looks better?"

He looked and smiled. "It's because I take better care of it than the salesman did." He leaned up against the car and said, "That's not the one you want."

John looked up as Katie walked over to her dad. "You following me?"

"No, no, we were just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it."

"More than a little."

"Let me repay the favor." He tapped the impala's hood. "This is the one you want."

"Oh yeah, you – you know something about cars?"

Dean nodded, looking somewhat nostalgic. "Yeah... yeah, my Dad taught me everything I know. And this – this is a great car." He tapped Katie gently. "Baby, stand up, please." He opened the hood. John joins him on the other side of the car. "327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry."

"You know man, you're right."

Dean nodded toward the van. "Then what are you buying that thing for?"

"I kinda promised someone I would."

"Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40."

John considered it for a moment and then holds out his hand to Dean. "John Winchester. Thanks."

Dean shakes his hand. "Dean Van Halen-this is my daughter Katie. And thank you."

John looked into the open window as Dean kept talking, "I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?"

"No kidding."

"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?"

"Nope."

"I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?"

"No."

"No... There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?"

"Okay, mister! Stop it."

"Yeah, if only I knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?"

Katie looked at her father. "What were you doing?!"

"I have no idea what I'm looking for with this, Kate. Thought I'd ask."

"Well, I think it's safe to say he wasn't born into it-like me-or grew up in it like you."

Dean and Katie waited inconspicuously as John pulled up to a normal looking house. A woman comes running with blond hair and was really beautiful. She had a huge smile on her face, until she saw the car. "Hey," John said in greeting.

"What's this?" the girl asked.

Katie leaned over her dad and asked, "Who's the girl? She's really pretty."

"My car," John said.

The girl walked around to the back of the car, John followed her. "What happened to the van?"

"Mary, this is better than the van! This has got a 327, a four barrel carburetor."

"Mom?"

"That's grandma?!" She leaned back in her seat. "Dang, I swear I won the genetic lottery."

He smirked. "Thank you."

She shrugged. "Well, I had to get it somewhere. Mom was a pretty woman, but an ugly person, so…"

"Hey, come on. Don't talk about your mom that way. She used to be cool."

Katie laughed. "She hated you!"

"She didn't hate me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have confused, 'I hate your father' with 'I was madly in love with him'." She looked at him, giving a look that said, 'come on dad'. "Come on. She used to call you my sperm donor." She saw a look settle over his features. She hurt him? She had unintentionally hurt her father?

"For the record I cared about your mother."

"I know," she said softly. As he pulled away from the curb, she said, "And I never thought of you that way. I've always wanted to meet you. Even with mom screaming that at me for as long as I could remember. I wanted to see for myself how bad you were."

"And am I?"

"No," she said softly as he slowed at a light. She looked over at him and contemplated for a moment. "Dad."

He looked at her. She smiled. "In only the few days I have known you I think you're great. You took to being a dad better than even Grace thought you would. And with how everything came about I couldn't be happier for that." She smiled at him. "I'm glad I had insisted on Grace helping me find you. Even if meeting you was nerve wracking as hell."

He laughed. He wrapped an arm around Katie's shoulders and hugged her, kissing her hair. "Thank you, Sweetheart."

"You're welcome," she said. "Now are we going to like spy on Grandpa and Grandma's date, cause I gotta say that'd be weird."

He smirked. "Not really, but we gotta keep an eye on them, okay?"

She nodded. "I know. It'd just be nice to know what we're looking for."

"Me too."

They stood outside the restaurant and watched Mary and John. Dean chuckled. "Sammy, wherever you are...mom's a babe." He halted.

"Eww! Dad."

"And I'm going to hell...again."

She laughed.

"Why are you following us?"

Katie whirled around and squeaked in surprise.

Before Dean could explain anything, the younger version of Mary began kicking his ass. That's when Katie noticed her bracelet. "You're a hunter!"

"What?"

"You're a hunter," she said. She held up her own charm bracelet. "Your charm bracelet. It's like mine."

They waited for John and Mary to come back. Mary said her goodbyes to John and then Dean and Katie came out of the shadows. Mary looked at him. "Dean, right?"

He nodded. "And this is my daughter, Katie."

She smiled, then looked at Dean. "You're raising her in the life."

"I couldn't drag her out if I wanted. Her mother started it. And right now I can't leave, so…"

She nodded tentatively. "I'm not sure you should come in."

"You can trust me. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family."

"Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um…"

"Oh, I gotta meet him."

"You've heard of him?"

"Clearly not enough."

They go into the Campbell home, Katie loops her hand into the crook of Dean's arm as they head inside. "So, you're a hunter? Well, tell me something, mister hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?"

"Neither, you cut their heads off."

Mary smiled.

"So, did I pass your test?"

"Yep. Now get out of my house."

"Dad!"

"Well that was just rude," Katie said.

The older man looked at her. "Excuse me?"

"You're rude. And kinda crotchety," she told him. She looked up at Dean. "Yes, I know what that word means."

Mary snickered. "Cute kid."

"Yeah, she think she is."

"Is she yours?"

He nodded, beaming a smile at her that was full of pride and joy. "Through and through."

The old man looked up at him. "I don't trust other hunters, Dean, don't want their help, don't want them around my family."

Katie could hear what she assumed was her great-grandmother setting the table in the dining room. She called out to the older man, "Knock it off, Samuel."

"He's a hunter."

The older woman walked into the room. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner. Besides, the girl reminds me of Mary at her age." She looked down at Katie and then at Dean. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving," he answered.

"Good." She held out her hand and he took it. "I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up."

Dean looked at Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?"

Mary nodded. "Really?" Dean asked.

They quickly washed up and then Dean and Katie walked into the dining room. He smiled. "I'm Dean. This is my daughter, Katie."

"Daughter?" Deanna asked. "You must have been young. She's what, eleven?"

"Twelve," Katie answered confidently.

Deanna chuckled. "Yes, Katie, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She looked at the older couple. "May I sit, please?"

"Of course," Deanna said.

They started eating. Deanna leaned over and touched Dean's arm. "First time in Lawrence, Dean?"

"Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... I think."

"It's my first time," Katie said.

"You working a job?" Samuel asked.

"Yeah, maybe," Dean said evasively.

"What's that mean?"

"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel."

Mary quickly changed the subject. "Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?"

"Mmm, I thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, I don't think that anymore."

"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?"

Samuel sighed and made a face that Mary seen. "I saw that."

"What?"

"That sour lemon look."

"Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian."

"So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She nodded in Dean's direction.

"What? No, no. No."

"Mary, of course not, it's just that I-"

"There's nothing wrong with being a mechanic, Mr. Campbell. It may not be as exciting as hunting the supernatural, but if John didn't love it he wouldn't be doing it, right?"

Mary smiled at the young girl. "Yes, thank you, Katie."

"That's enough, both of you, we have company."

"So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?"

"Might be."

"He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm," Mary revealed.

Samuel gives Mary a look as Dean clears his throat. "Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?"

"Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."

"That kind of thing happens."

"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"

"Demonic omens?"

"That's what I gotta find out."

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web? ...Of information that you have assembled."

"Electrical storms maybe," Deanna said. "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday."

"By mail?"

"No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight."

"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick," Dean said casually.

"What part of "we work alone" do you not understand, son?"

"You really should stop being so grumpy," Katie murmured, smirking into her milk. She took a drink. "It creates wrinkles."

A little while later, Dean and Katie began to leave. "Dean?"

He looked up at his grandmother. "Yes, ma'am?"

"If you don't mind, would it be okay if Katie came over while you, Samuel and Mary are at the Whitshire Farm."

He smiled and looked at Katie. "If she wants to come I don't see why not," he answered. "Would you like to?"

She nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Campbell."

The next day, as promised while everyone else was out working, Deanna and Katie stayed at the house and just hung out. Katie looked at Deanna. "May I play a record?"

"Absolutely. Play as many as you want."

A little while later, Deanna had been enjoying herself watching the little girl dance to just about every danceable beat that they had in the house. She was currently on an Isley Brothers song, This Old Heart of Mine. Katie looked at the older woman and smiled. "You ever dance for fun, Deanna?"

She shook her head. "Not anymore."

She walked to her and pulled her to her feet. "Then you gotta," she told her. She restarted the record and then rushed over to where Deanna stood. "Follow me."

The woman smiled and clumsily followed the young girl's version of the hustle. They were both enjoying themselves so much that they didn't even notice that Samuel, Dean and Mary had come back until Mary giggled. Katie looked up and waved her grandmother over to join them. Mary happily jumped in and began spinning, clapping hands and then spinning the other direction.

When the song ended Katie, walked into the other room to shut it off. She breathed heavily. She looked up at her dad. "Hi, dad."

"Hi, Baby. Having fun?"

She nodded. Deanna tapped Dean on the shoulder. "I'm so glad you got custody of her after her mother passed, Dean."

"Huh?" He asked a little confused.

Deanna smiled. "Katie told me what her mother was like and her Godmother. And the way you and your brother have been taking care of her. Sounds like to me that she's in the better place."

His heart leapt. "Thank you, Ma'am." He smiled. "Do you have a map of the town?"

"What's wrong?" Katie asked.

"He's back."

"Who's ba…." the realization of what he was talking about hit her. "You mean Yellow-Eyes?"

He nodded. He talks to Samuel and Deanna. He's all but begging them to believe him. Katie stepped forward. "I believe you, dad. What do you want me to do?"

He smiled, kissed her head and said, "I knew I could count on you."

"Always," she said. "Let's go say goodbye to Mary."

They started walking out and she whispered, "It feels weird calling her by her first name. I've always called her grandma, because she was your mom."

He smiled and put an arm around her shoulders. "I know, Sweetheart. Imagine how I feel."

Dean drove to Colorado to get the Colt from Daniel Elkins, while Katie slept in the backseat. Cas popped in and they talked and Dean vowed to not let his parents die this time.

They got back to Kansas in time to help at Liddy Walsh's place. He parked the car and looked over his shoulder. "You can come in but stay out of the way. I don't want this bastard hurting you, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay, Dad."

They walked into the house, but before Dean could take the shot Azazel disappeared. Katie sighed and jogged over to Mary. "Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine. Thank you."

They get back to the Campbells' house and Katie starts pacing. Samuel watches her. "What's wrong with her?"

"She's feeling helpless. She's a kid and she knows there's trouble and there's not much she can do."

"You didn't teach her to defend herself?"

"Her mother had her for the first twelve years. I don't know what she taught her."

"She never taught me to fight. Grace did," she said. She looked at both the men and said, "And I'd appreciate it if you'd stop talking about me like I'm not here." Feeling frustrated and scared she said, "If you have a dang question, ask it. Don't whisper it to each other." She looked at her great-grandfather. "No, my mother didn't teach me to fight, because she was actually a really bad mom."

"Why are you pacing, Sweetheart?"

"Because you're right dad. I'm frustrated and I'm scared out of my mind. I've never gone up against a demon. I've fought guys long enough to get away, not to actually take them down like you do. I'm barely over five foot. I can't even take you down. I could barely take mom down when we would spar." She looked into her dad's face. "I wanna help, but I don't know how."

"We'll figure it out, okay, Sweetheart?"

She nodded. Dean attempted to tell Samuel that Mary would die without telling him who he was, but it didn't work. He sighed. "Alright, listen to me." He goes to the table and sit down next to Samuel. "Now, this is gonna sound a little... actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy."

"Okay," Samuel said.

"Mary is my mother."

"Excuse me?" Samuel asked, stunned.

"And I am your grandson, and I know what the hell I'm talking about."

Samuel looked at him in disbelief. "You wanna run that by me again, son?"

"My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester."

"I don't have to listen to this."

Katie looked at her great-grandfather. "Please, stay."

He stayed.

"Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1983, and I think that this – what happened tonight – I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you, please. How did I know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? I'm not making this up, Samuel."

"Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you – I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you, son, but I believe you."

"Thank you."

"I mean, how do we find this bastard?"

"Right here, the list." He opened John's journal.

"And with the Colt?"

Dean pulled it out and put it on the table. "Yeah."

Katie didn't know if she should tell her dad what she was feeling, but she was really beginning to feel very off about this situation.

"Here, let me see it."

Dean hesitated and moved it further from Samuel. "Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it."

"I'm your grandfather."

"Nothing personal."

"Sure it is, especially when it's me you're trying to kill," he said.

Samuel's eyes turn yellow. Yellow-Eyes raised his hand and the chair that Dean is sitting slams against the wall.

"Dad!"

"Katie, Baby, stay back," he grunted out. He glared at Yellow-Eyes.

"Future boy, huh?" Yellow-Eyes taunted from the dining room. He walked over to Dean. I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?"

"Oh, I came here to kill you."

"Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you... are you one of my psychic kids?" He leaned in and sniffed Dean.

While he was doing that, Katie snuck away. She began to quietly pace and think about what could weaken a demon. She paced as she thought. Deanna came into the room. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

"Iron. Do you have anything with iron in it?"

She nodded. "The fireplace."

She walked over to the fireplace and picked up the poker. She could use this 2 ways, but the second would kill her great-grandfather. She closed her eyes and prayed, "Please forgive me."

Deanna peeked around the corner of the kitchen doorway and sees what is happening. Katie joined her. They listened as Yellow-Eyes taunted Dean. They moved further into the room as Dean continued to talk to him.

After finished taunting him, Dean said, "Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, 'cause I'm the one that kills you."

"So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save." He took a knife out of his pocket. "Your Grandpappy." He stabbed him into the torso.

Deanna screamed out in horror. Katie exhaled. As he chased down Deanna he forgot about Katie and she walked up to him and hit him in the only part of his body that was showing flesh, his head, it sizzled slightly. Which got his attention and he turned around. "Ooh. Who are you?"

She slid her green eyes to her father who was fighting to get free. She turned her eyes up to the demon dressed inside her grandfather. "I'm a Winchester," she said proudly.

He laughed. "You're kinda cute."

He attempted to reach for her and she smacked him with the poker. She glared at him. "You touch me and you better hope you can hide pretty well…you, Yellow-Eyed Jackass."

"Aww…you're cute."

"Katie!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dad!"

Yellow-Eyes disappeared by the time he got to his daughter. "Katie!"

"Dad," she muttered. He came to her and she clung to him. "Daddy. I was so scared."

"I know, baby, but you were so strong too. I'm proud of you."

She then looked up at him. "Dad….grandma!"

"Mary... Mary!"

By the time they got to the lake, Mary was already sealing the deal to get John back. Dean parked the car and ran out, only to have Yellow-Eyes escape. Katie got out of the car and walked to her dad. He looked heartbroken and devastated by the fact that they couldn't stop.

"I'm sorry, daddy."

Both Dean and Katie jerked awake and she looked around. She flipped around, "Daddy."

He turned. "I'm right here, Baby." He flipped his legs over the bed.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it."

Dean stood. "What?"

"Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination."

"Then why'd you send me back? Send us back?"

"For the truth. Now you know everything we do. Plus, it gave you time to bond with your daughter. I hear that every parent needs that."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Castiel looked at the other bed and Dean and Katie followed. Sam's bed hasn't been slept in. "Where's Sam?"

"We know what Azazel did to your brother. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up."

"Where's Sam?"

"425 Waterman."

Dean grabbed his keys and his jacket. Katie stepped forward. "Dad, may I come with you?"

He nodded. "Come on."

"You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will."