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Chapter 15

After a quick dinner and one movie, they decided to play poker. When they got bored with that, they went outside and watched the stars. There was a tension between them and John desperately wanted to ease it, so he broke the silence.

"So," he said, "you gonna tell me what happened in Nebraska?"

"Nope." Katie said bluntly.

"Why not? Don't you think I have a right to know what happened to my son?"

"So call Dean and ask him."

"I'm asking you." John was starting to get a little angry with his daughter.

"Not my story to tell."

Those five words from Katie reminded John of his son. Dean had said the same thing to him once when he'd asked something about Katie. He looked over at his daughter and for a second, thought he was looking at his son. There was an expression in her eyes he'd only ever seen from Dean, but there was a slightly harder edge to them. This time it was Katie that broke the silence.

"Why'd you do it?" Katie asked just after she looked away from him. There was a sadness to her voice that instantly had John's attention.

"Why did I do what?" John thought he knew what she meant, but just wanted to be sure.

"Why did you leave us at Caleb's? Other than the fact that you couldn't bring yourself to tell Sam about us. I mean."

"I wanted you to be safe." John replied. He was surprised that she was asking about Nevada instead of Kansas. "I didn't want you to be hunters like your brothers and me. I didn't know Dean had told you everything until later when Laura told me."

"I know that's not everything. I'm a big girl John, I can handle the truth."

John didn't know what to say. How could he tell his daughter that he had been afraid of her? He had acquired all of the records social services had on his girls, including the psych reports. The shrink had thought that it would be too dangerous to reunite Katie with her brothers. The man had believed that she would act out toward them as a way to get back at her father for abandoning his daughters. If he had known then what he knew now, he never would have left his daughters in Nevada.

"I know you were afraid of me, John." Katie continued after a few minutes of silence, "What I don't understand is why."

John just looked at his beer and then finished it off. He was reaching in the cooler for another one when the tone of Katie's voice completely changed.

"John, please. I need to know what my sister died for."

That did it. He had to answer her now.

"She died because she wouldn't leave you." John replied sadly.

"What do you mean?" Katie whispered.

The look on his daughter's face nearly ripped out his heart. He wanted to stop and just hold her, but he knew she wouldn't allow him to do that, not yet anyway.

"I used to get phone calls from Caleb once a week, telling me how you girls were doing. After a month, when it became painfully obvious to me that you would be fine there on your own, I started asking Laura if she wanted to come home when I called her. She always said the same thing; she wasn't going to leave you alone. She would always ask why I wanted to do that to you, but I never told her."

He watched his daughter for a second. He knew exactly what she was thinking because Dean would have thought the same thing. She was blaming herself for what had happened to her twin. He also knew there was nothing he could say to make her stop doing it.

"What was the reason?" Katie finally whispered.

"Before I picked up you girls, I pre-texted as a social worker so I could get a hold of your files. The psych evaluation they did on you said it would be too dangerous to reunite you with the boys. The shrink believed that you would hurt them to get back at me for leaving you. After reading his notes on you and reading the police report about that boy that was killed, I believed it. I know now that the evaluation couldn't have been more wrong. Watching you with Dean while the three of us were working together and watching you with Sam at Stanford, showed me that. You'd die before letting anything hurt your brothers, especially Dean."

John never once looked at his daughter while he was talking. When he finally did look at her, he saw a tear roll down her cheek. Seeing his daughter like that finally broke him. He pulled her closer to him on the swing and wrapped her up into a tight hug. He was a little amazed that she didn't fight him and more amazed when she turned and wrapped her own arms around his waist.

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Katie reveled in her father's embrace. It was the first time in almost 23 years that her father had hugged her. She didn't realize how much she missed being held in his strong arms until that moment. They sat there quietly for a few minutes then John spoke.

"I'm so sorry Katie girl." John whispered, "I never should have left you girls behind."

"It's ok John," Katie said, "you didn't know what else to do."

After a few more minutes, they separated. Katie was thinking about her brothers again when John asked her another question.

"Why didn't you ask me why I left you girls in Lawrence when you were little?"

"Because I already know." Katie said, "Mom's family didn't give you a choice."

"How do you know that?"

"Mom's uncle Tim told us, just before he killed himself."

"When was that?"

"About a year before Laura died. We decided to go to college in Lawrence so we could find out what had happened."

"Do you brothers know?"

"Dean does, I don't know if he's told Sam."

There was another round of silence and then John asked her another question.

"What do you remember about your mom?"

"I remember she always smelled like vanilla cookies because of the lotion she used." Katie said with a smile, "I also remember what she used to say about us kids."

"What was that?"

"She said that God made Dean for you because you really needed a son. He made Laura for her because she needed a daughter. He made me for Dean because Dean wanted his own baby to play with. Then He made Sammy for Laura cause she needed some one to take care of because Dean and I always took care of each other and she felt left out."

"I can't believe you remember that."

"It's the only thing I remember from before the day she died."

"You know, it was obvious from the moment you were born that you belonged to Dean."

"What do you mean?"

"I took him to the hospital when you girls were about an hour old. He walked up and peaked into the bassinet Laura was in, then he walked over to the one you were in and did the same thing. He watched you for a few minutes and then stated quite clearly that 'This one is my baby. Mommy can have the other one.' I was shocked and your mom laughed. Then she encouraged him by asking him what he wanted to name you. Dean told us that he wanted to name you after my mom and his. It became even more obvious that you belonged to your brother when we brought you girls home from the hospital a few days later."

"How so?"

"Well, Dean had gotten a cold, so we wouldn't let him near you girls cause we didn't want you to get sick too. About five minutes after we got you settled into your crib, you just started screaming. No matter what your mother and I tried, you just wouldn't stop. You cried and cried for hours until you exhausted yourself, then you'd sleep for a couple hours and would start screaming again as soon as you woke up. Dean kept telling us that he could make you better, but we wouldn't let him try. We thought you had finally calmed down and were getting ready for bed, when you woke up and started screaming again. Your mother left and came back into the room holding Laura so you wouldn't wake her up. Dean came into our room and begged us one last time to let him 'fix you' as he put it. I sat him down on the bed next to Mary so he was sitting with his back against the headboard and then went and got you. When I came back, he had his knees bent up and told me to sit you on his stomach so your head was resting against his knees. I did what he asked and then sat down on the bed next to him. He brushed your cheek with his hand and you quieted down a little, but you were still crying. Then he started rubbing your stomach and he said 'Now Katie girl you need to stop crying. Mommy and Daddy are really tired and it's time for us to go to sleep.' You instantly stopped crying, turned your head slightly toward me, and went right to sleep."

"Does Dean know about that?"

"I don't know if he remembers it or not, but you two have been practically inseparable ever since. Even when you weren't actually together."

Katie let out a huge yawn and then shook her head. She didn't really want to go to bed yet. She was having a real conversation with her father for the second time in her life and she didn't want it to end yet.

"I think it's time for bed." John said

"I'm not ready yet." Katie replied.

"I think maybe you are, you just don't wanna admit it."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Yes. You don't get enough sleep as it is. I know you only sleep about 4 hours a night, if that. When did that start anyway?"

"Right after mom died. Bad things happen if I sleep for too long. It's just the way it is."

"I don't think you have to worry about anything bad happening here."

"Yes I do, the minute I let my guard down, something bad happens. That's why Jessica died. I thought we were safe and then he came back and took her away from Sam."

Before John could say anything else, Katie ran into the house and up to her room. She didn't want to think about all the bad things. She got herself ready for bed and kept repeating the stories John had told her over and over again in her head so she would always remember them. She knew it was something she would have to tell Dean.

That night Katie dreamed that she saw everything John had told her about. It was the first time in over twenty years that she slept for more than four hours without being sedated and nothing bad happened.