Author's note: When you are reading and it swaps back and forth between points of view, does it get confusing? I have been putting "breaks" between dialog and it appears that they do not show up once I publish it. Let me know and I'll go back and figure that out. Thank you for all the reviews. This has been a hard few weeks and I read those reviews and am so touched.

Kate was laying on the couch with her feet hanging over the back of it. Her headache was nearly gone. She was listening to the guys talk about the paper and other things they had found. Kate was forbidden to touch the paper which made her want to do it. She understood the reason that she couldn't but she was curious. She needed to put the pieces together. Too many things overlapped. She massaged her temples with her fingers and closed her eyes. She imagined a room with a large map and yarn to make connections. She held a yellow piece in her hand and tried to picture the slips of paper. She started to pick up one but felt a sudden sting in her leg and startled. She kicked off the sofa and landed with her head on the floor and rolled her body over so that she was kneeling in the floor. It wasn't graceful. "What the f-." She blinked her eyes and looked down at her leg. "Sam?"

Sam was standing on the back side of the couch. "Don't use your abilities."

Kate looked down at her leg. "Did you seriously hit me?!"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Were you using an ability after you just got over an episode?"

Kate looked back down at her leg. She frowned. "You hit me."

Sam walked around the couch and crouched down. "Dad's here."

Kate stood up quickly and looked around.

John walked through the front door and saw Kate's face. "What is going on in here?"

Kate pulled the edge of her shorts down over her thigh. "Nothing."

John smirked at Sam. "Alright then."

Kate waited for John to pass and gave Sam an apologetic look.

Sam held his arm out for her. "You are welcome."

Kate followed John into the kitchen. "I wasn't expecting you back so soon."

John ruffled her hair. "Passing through."

Kate showed him some of the stuff that Marie had sent. Maybe he would let her search again.

John was impressed with the new set of lore. However, the thought of being able to kill a demon drew him back to Bobby's. They needed to find the ingredients but he wanted to see the lore with his own eyes. "Let me see that other paper."

Kate shoved her chair back and took of to Bobby's office.

Sam caught her and pulled her back out of the office.

Kate groaned. "It is in a bag!"

"It also made you sick. You'd have to climb on Bobby's chair to get it. I'll get it." Sam said.

Kate was getting frustrated with Sam. Dean could be Dean but Sam being Dean was far more annoying. "Fine."

Sam got the paper down from the shelf and took it to John. "It stung me but made her head hurt."

John looked at it through the bag. "If I was trying to hide something in plain sight, this is what I would do. Not the skin for god's sake but this just looks like a receipt. No one took it out of the box?"

Taylor shook his head. "My nana doesn't know what it is either."

"Somebody must have told the next person down the line not to throw it out." John said.

Kate reached for the bag and rolled her eyes when it was pulled away.

John sent her a look. "Are your ears not working?"

Kate swallowed. "It is in a plastic bag."

"Would you like to run a few laps while we sit in here and discuss this?" John asked.

Kate's eyes got wide. "No, sir."

"Then stop trying to grab at the bag. You got to touch it earlier and that didn't work well for you. Just because Dean isn't here doesn't mean you can play Sam." John added.

Kate's face turned red. "It is important and I just want to know why it made me sick."

John looked at his watch. "Both of you can take a lap."

Kate smacked the table. "Taylor didn't do anything."

John sat forward in his chair. "I am aware of that Katelyn but you had a spell earlier. I want you to take a bit to clear your head. Taylor is going with you because you both need the miles and he can let one of us know if you have issues."

Taylor grabbed Kate's arm and pulled her with him. "Yes sir, no problem. We'll be back in a bit."

Kate stumbled after him but didn't argue.

Once they made it to the tree line Taylor stopped.

"You didn't have to drag me." Kate grumbled.

"I did. I didn't want you to push him too much." Taylor said.

Kate rolled her eyes. "I wasn't."

Taylor started walking. "You have been a little prickly. I'm your friend. I don't want to see you in trouble. You can talk to me."

Kate sighed but walked along side him. "I'm tired. I want answers. I hate being babied."

"I don't see it as being babied. Remember, I'm on the same restrictions. I see it as them caring and not wanting either of us to push too hard." Taylor said.

Kate frowned. "If I had known you'd insist on being a voice of reason I would never have become friends with you."

Taylor grinned. "Opposites attract... or something like that."

Kate grinned back at him and slapped his back. She took off running with a laugh.

Taylor took off too. He hoped that she was back to normal. Part of him admired her ability to go head to head with John or Dean but the other part of him thought she was insane.

Sam, Bobby and John looked over the research and formed a game plan. John could gather a few things while he was on the road. Even if they didn't have all the ingredients, one day they might and they didn't want to get to that point and realize they needed a simple herb that can only be found in New Orleans.

"I'd like for Missouri to take a look at some of this too." Bobby said.

"Sam, call her for me. I'll see if she wants to make the trip here or if she wants me to take it to her." John said.

Sam thought John could do that himself but didn't say anything.

Taylor caught up with Kate and got her back, albeit not nearly as hard.

Kate stopped and laid down in the middle of the path. She smiled at Taylor. Her frustration was gone. She could see a portion of the clouds through the tree limbs.

Taylor sat down on the ground and caught his breath. He thought that it would be nice to have an ability that improved his endurance.

Kate was quiet. She felt like her body was slowly sinking into the earth. It was pleasant. She could feel each individual grain of dirt on the backs of her legs.

Taylor watched her. "What are you doing?"

Kate smiled with her eyes closed. "Becoming one with the dirt."

Taylor tilted his head to the side. "You are becoming one with the ants too."

Kate sat up and shook her hair out. "You ruined my relaxation."

Taylor grinned. "I saved you from a mess of ant bites."

Kate watched one of the ants crawl across her leg. "I wonder what it does to biting insects."

"What?" Taylor asked.

"You know, my blood. Does it effect only demons? Could it effect all kinds of creatures?" Kate said.

Taylor let one of the ants crawl onto his finger. "I don't think ants are on the same level as supernatural creatures."

Kate brushed the ant off her leg. "I'm just curious."

"Don't play around with it. You never know, the ant could bite you and turn into a mutant ant." Taylor teased.

Kate frowned. "That is what we are."

"Let's walk. I was picking on you. I didn't mean it that way." Taylor said, holding his hand out to help her stand.

"I know but it is true. What ever was done to us is causing us to mutate." Kate said.

Taylor kicked a pebble with his shoe. "So far it hasn't been too bad. If I grow an extra arm I'm going to be upset."

Kate shoved him. "I'm being serious."

"We can't change it. Mutating doesn't always equal bad things. Over time, everything has to mutate in order to survive. Humans in general are different than they were centuries ago." Taylor said.

Kate sighed. "I like being able to do stuff but sometimes I wish that it wasn't me that got singled out."

"Where is the fun in that though? You wouldn't have met any of us." Taylor said.

Kate stopped walking. "Earlier, I was trying to find connections. I wanted to see how the papers were connected and cross reference them. None of it makes sense but if someone was looking at my life, none of it makes sense. My mom died, which caused John to find me. He taught my dad a good bit. I wound back up here because my dad knew I needed someone to take care of me. Had another hunter found me, it would be different now but Sam and I both had the same thing happen as babies. I started school here and met Ellie. You just so happened to be her brother's friend. We hit it off and suddenly we have some kind of connection that dates back hundreds of years. I feel like a wooden doll in a dollhouse."

Taylor understood perfectly. "I wish I could see the future and just skip all the confusion."

Kate snorted. "Where's the fun in that?"

Taylor smiled. "Are you good to head back now?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "I was good before being sent out."

Taylor laughed. "No you weren't."

"Didn't you know I've got John figured out?" Kate said with a smile.

"Oh do you now?" Taylor teased.

"Yup, I can push him just enough without him snapping." Kate said.

"That isn't what I've heard." Taylor said.

Kate rolled her eyes again. "Who else can get away with so much if not me?"

Taylor took a few steps back. "Me if I throw you under the bus."

Kate took off after him.

Taylor sprinted back toward the house. He made it into the salvage yard before she caught up with him.

Kate jumped on his back and put him in a choke hold.

Taylor tried to pull her arms away. "What? You were the one that said you had him figured out."

"He doesn't need to know that." Kate said between laughs.

Taylor tapped her arm. "I'm tapping out. I don't want to pass out."

Kate let go. "You are out of practice."

Taylor grinned. "I just didn't want to throw you on the ground."

Kate tried to get a hit in. "You should know by now that it is a fair fight."

"Yeah, on mats or grass." Taylor said and dodged her.

Kate managed to get a kick in.

"I can't fight you. What would they say if I wound up hitting you or knocking you off your feet?" Taylor rubbed his leg.

Kate stopped and thought about it. "They'd probably say good job to you and tell me I needed to work harder."

Taylor laughed. "You may actually be right." He caught her foot before she kicked him again. He pulled her leg toward him and caused her to land on her butt. "There."

Kate hit with a thud. "That is an illegal move."

"No such thing." Taylor said and held his hand out.

Kate pulled on his hand and caused him to fall too. "Even." Kate picked a piece of gravel away from her arm. "I can't say the gravel is comfortable to fall on."

Taylor brushed his knees. "I warned you."

Kate took off to the house. She ran inside. "Bobby, Taylor tripped me and made me fall."

Taylor followed her and scoffed.

Bobby looked at her. "Don't fall next time."

Kate giggled. "See, I told you."

John called her over. "I have a list of stuff for you to do."

Kate sighed.

"Don't do that. Just listen. You and Missouri are going to work on this list. She is going to come visit. Taylor will have a separate list." John said.

Kate looked it over. "I could get that done pretty quick."

"Not with the headaches and nose bleeds you've been having." John said.

Kate frowned. "I heal anyway. I could do things all at once and just get it over with."

John pushed his chair back. "Or you could do as I have told you to do and not argue every thing I say."

Kate bit her lip. "That option sounds better."

Taylor shot her a smug look.

Kate stuck her tongue out at him.

"I need you to talk to your grandmother and get information about her dad." John said to Taylor.

"Yes sir." Taylor responded.

John looked at Kate and widened his eyes as if to say see he doesn't argue.

"Do you want me to call Dean?" Sam asked.

John shook his head. "No, we don't need him right now and he is probably busy."

Kate cringed again.

John went out to make a few phone calls and spruce up his truck before another long road trip.

Taylor ran up stairs and Kate was left with her thoughts. She found Sam in Bobby's office and sat down beside him. "What are you doing?"

"Cataloging this stuff. Trying to figure out if those boxes mean anything." Sam said.

Kate looked at one of the boxes. "This one doesn't look magical."

"No but we are hesitant to open them." Sam said. He moved the plain box to the side so he could document the next one.

Kate leaned forward. "Oh! This one has something written in Gaelic." She read it and repeated it under her breath.

The box made a few clicking sounds and the lid shifted.

Kate held her hands above her head. "I didn't touch it!"

Sam got a closer look. "Lucky you, I was sitting right here when it happened. What does it say?"

Kate read it again. "I think it is a gift. It kind of says to my dearest friend. I can't really translate it."

Sam peered into the box. "One would hope that a friend wouldn't put anything deadly in here."

"Open it." Kate said with excitement.

Sam leaned back so he could see the window. "We need to wait."

"I'll go get Bobby." Kate said and ran out. She found Bobby and brought him back to the boxes. "All I did was read the top out loud and it opened."

Bobby eyed her.

Sam nodded. "I was sitting here. She didn't touch it."

Bobby put the box on his desk and opened the lid. "It is a knife."

Sam stood up. "Just a knife?"

Bobby grumbled. "Well I don't know that son. I just got a look at it."

Kate bounced on her toes. "Maybe the books mention a knife!"

Taylor heard the commotion and went down stairs. "What did you find?"

"A mysterious knife." Kate said.

"What is written on it?" Taylor asked.

Bobby sighed. "The lid just came off the box. Would you all hold your horses? Next person to ask me for details is going to get my hand upside their head."

They all looked at the knife and then broke up to look for any reference to knives in Marie's dad's journals.

John came back inside and looked in the office. "What is that?"

Kate gasped and then giggled. "Bobby!"

Bobby glared at her. "I meant one of you three."

John furrowed his brows.

"Bobby's exact words were that the next person to ask for details was going to get his hand upside their head." Kate said with a grin.

Bobby shrugged. "He wasn't around for the warning."

Kate frowned. "That feels like a double standard." She grumbled with humor.

"Like you being able to roll your eyes and not getting your butt kicked into next week?" Sam asked.

Kate's mouth dropped open. "Sammy!"

John sat down in an open chair. "He has a point."

Taylor hid his amusement.

"Anyway, we found a knife and we are trying to identify it." Kate said, quickly steering the conversation away from her tendency to roll her eyes.

"I'll need to head out soon. I need to make it to the meeting point by night fall." John said. He packed up his stuff and reminded Kate of her list.

Dean got home later that night and was surprised with all that had happened when he was gone. "Why did no one call me?"

"We had it under control." Bobby said.

Dean scoffed. He was honestly glad that they didn't need him. He needed that day of rest. Well, he did very little resting but he had no complaints.

"Ask Bobby about the knife." Kate said with a smirk.

Bobby popped the back of her head.

Kate over dramatically rubbed her head. "I wasn't the one who asked."

Bobby sat back down at his desk. "You wanted someone to get smacked, so there you go."

Taylor cleared his throat. "I may have found something. My grandfather did get the knife from somebody else. He mentioned it being a piece of the solution. It looks like he was being choosy about words. The knife is intended for a purpose but isn't complete."

Dean furrowed his brows. "What is it with people being cryptic?"

"To hide something from the wrong person." Kate guessed. She sat down in the floor with the rest of the boxes. "These two have Gaelic writing too. Maybe they are the other pieces."

"Don't open them. Just give us time to catch up." Bobby said.

Kate groaned and put her elbows on her knees. They were working so slow. The first box just had a knife. The two similar ones probably didn't contain anything dangerous.

Taylor sat beside her. "Waiting is okay."

Kate sent him a glare. "I am."

Taylor lowered his voice to a whisper. "You are reading it in your head."

Kate blinked. "Well duh. I'm just looking at it."

"You are saying it out loud in your head. I can hear you." Taylor said.

Kate scooted away from him. "Since when?"

"Since you are actively trying to broadcast it." Taylor said.

Dean crouched between them. "What is going on over here?"

Kate shrugged. "Just looking at these boxes."

Taylor smirked at her.

"If being this close to the boxes is going to tempt you, you can go out of the room." Dean said.

Kate huffed. "I'm just looking at them." She spoke out loud in her head.

Taylor shot her another look.

Kate grinned. "No filter needed if they can't hear me."

Taylor took the two boxes and put them on the other side of him.

Kate rolled her eyes but helped document the remaining boxes. Why did every guy in her life have to be annoying?

Kate counted the days in her head. Ten days. That is how long the boxes sat in Bobby's office. They practically called out to her.

Taylor tried to keep Kate's mind off of them. "We will be able to open them. Just not yet. Bobby has cursed objects already so he knows that we have to be careful opening those boxes."

Kate went back into the kitchen. "Aren't you curious?"

"Of course but we were told to wait." Taylor said.

"And you always do what you are told." Kate said with an impressive eye roll.

"Usually." Taylor said. "I'm not going to go behind their back and open one of those boxes."

Kate smirked. "Afraid of Dean?"

Taylor sighed. "No. I don't want to get paddled again, that's for sure but I'm building trust. If we opened one of those and it turned out to be dangerous, how would you feel?"

Kate thought Taylor was dramatic about his run in with Dean. He acted like he was scarred for life and vowed never to break even the tiniest rule ever again. "I'm not opening any, am I?"

Taylor leaned against the wall. "No. You have waited a week, and haven't died yet."

Kate groaned and picked up a new stack of papers. "Fine."

Taylor didn't like conflict. He was passive. Kate was not passive. Dean was not passive. He was trying to keep the peace and still make progress on the research front.

Kate sneezed from the dusty papers. "I wonder if people reorganized this stuff or just left it in the box."

Taylor shrugged. "The box is plastic so somebody must have transferred this stuff at some point."

The deeper into the box they dug, the older the papers got. Kate decided that Taylor's family was much different from hers. She was an only child, which may have been decided by the fire but her mom was an only child as well. From what she knew of her family, most didn't have siblings. Taylor's however had plenty. "Are your brothers all your mom's?"

Taylor thought about it. "No. David is my only full blood brother."

Kate squinted her eyes. "So I wonder if he has any kind of ability."

Taylor hadn't considered it. "I haven't seen him in a while."

"If this has to do with blood lines, why would the younger son be the one to have abilities?" Kate asked.

Taylor tapped his fingers on the table. "Maybe it doesn't work like that. It could just be by chance. I wasn't born different so maybe it isn't genetic."

Kate brought some of her own papers into the kitchen. "Our families over lap. It has to have something to do with blood lines."

"The two babies weren't related though." Taylor said.

Kate chewed on her fingers. "Maybe they got married and had kids."

"So descendants of the children that they had." Taylor added.

Kate put the time line on the table. They had been working on making notes when they knew the date of something. "Anyone we can ask is already dead." At least on her side. She wasn't surprised by the lack of siblings when the parents always died young.

Bobby hung up his phone. "The lab says that the skin is not human." He said with a relieved sigh.

Kate perked up. "What about the blood?"

"He is working on that. He is puzzled over it." Bobby said.

"Maybe we could go to the lab." Kate suggested.

Bobby chewed his lip. "I'll see what we can do. Having you down there asking him a million questions isn't going to help."

Kate sighed. "I wouldn't bug him."

"Just hold on. Keep working on that box." Bobby said.

Kate thought she would scream if someone told her to hold on or wait again. She had been doing nothing but holding on for what felt like forever. If she couldn't reach Ada, maybe someone else in her family had abilities. That is how she connected to Ada but now that Ada was gone, could she find another ancestor? Could she connect with any of Taylor's? They could even do a séance and try to contact his great grandfather. "Taylor, what did they do with Marie's dad's body?"

Taylor looked over to her. "Huh?"

Bobby sighed. "We are not contacting the dead."

"Why not? Missouri did with Ada." Kate said.

"That was not a sure thing. If a spirit is trapped on earth, especially from a violent death, they tend to get angry." Bobby said.

Kate shrugged. "We deal with angry spirits all the time."

Taylor was still confused.

Kate saw his face. "We could do a séance and talk to your great grandfather and ask him questions."

Taylor looked to Bobby to fact check her.

"It isn't that simple. His spirit may not be here anymore. There is a whole list of things that could go wrong. You can't just throw down a talking board and expect him to show up in a good mood." Bobby said.

"I don't even know where he is buried." Taylor said.

"Oh we don't need to know where. We just need something that was his and-"

"No, Katelyn. That is risky and we have information in front of us." Bobby said.

Kate threw up her hands. "It is an option."

"Not right now, it isn't." Bobby declared.

Taylor could see Kate's resolve cracking. She hated being restricted and he was afraid of the next spiral. It didn't help that Dean had been gone for a few days. Taylor wanted answers too but not at the expense of safety.

Four more days went by and the boxes still remained on a shelf. Kate managed to chill out a little and try to focus on other things. School would be starting soon which meant Sam would be leaving for Stanford. She didn't want to be a grump on the last days he had at home. Her ally was leaving her. She would be left with the warden and the warden's sidekick. Taylor was still fun to be around but was a goody two shoes. He had talked her down at least a dozen times but she thought that the warden's sidekick was still a good name for him.

Dean got back from a big hunt and could feel tension when he walked through the door. He sighed heavily. He just wanted sleep. "Any news?"

Bobby shook his head. "No. Missouri is working her angle. We just haven't made sense of this yet."

Dean leaned his head back in the chair. He checked the time. It wasn't night time but he was bone tired.

Bobby looked him up and down. "Son, go lay down before you fall in the floor."

Dean grumbled something about the weapons.

"I'll get them cleaned. Just hit the sack." Bobby said with a wave of his hand.

Dean stumbled up the stairs and landed face first on his bed. He pushed on his boot with the toe of the opposite boot. They didn't budge so he grabbed his pillow and tucked it under his head. He'd take them off later.

Bobby took the weapons bag into the kitchen and sat it on the table. He grabbed the cleaner and got to work on the guns and knives.

Kate looked outside. "Dean is home?"

Bobby nodded. "He is upstairs resting."

Kate asked to help with the weapons.

"Make sure you clean those good. Dean is meticulous and will notice if you miss a spot." Bobby said.

Kate was aware of how fussy Dean was about his weapons. She had had to redo a gun three times before he was satisfied. If mud or muck got into the chamber of a gun and caused it to jam, it would end in disaster. She respected the guns and had learned how to take care of them. The knives were simple but sharp. "If a vampire bit a zombie.. would the vampire die?"

Bobby snorted. "Zombies aren't real."

Kate dismantled one of the guns. "We don't know that. Dead man's blood harms vampires. So, would a zombie kill them?"

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Vampires were once human. They've got a human brain. I'd think they wouldn't go after the undead because they'd know they were undead. They can hear your heart beat."

Kate rolled the idea around in her head. "You're probably right. If you ate a really salty diet, could demons possess you?"

"You'd probably die from the salt before you'd eat enough to ward off a demon." Bobby chuckled. "What is with all of the questions?"

Kate shrugged. "That is how things get invented."

"How about you don't invent zombies?" Bobby said.

Kate giggled. "I didn't plan on it. Oh! Can demons swim in the ocean?"

Bobby sat his weapon down. "Still not salty enough."

Kate let her mind come up with possible solutions. She wondered if there was a possible cure for people who got bitten. She could become a doctor that specialized in the supernatural.

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Four days later.

Taylor was at his house looking around for something. He had seen it at some point but couldn't remember where his mom kept it. He knew he had a book or folder with his baby stuff in it but hadn't seen it in years. It was possible that it had gotten thrown away. He called his mom and asked where it was. She wasn't sure but told him to look in the jump room. Of course it would be in the junk room. He dug through piles of things and found it at the bottom of a box. It hurt a little that it wasn't even in an important document box. He threw the rest of the stuff back in the box and shut the door behind him. He walked outside to his bike and sat on the seat, holding himself up with his legs. He opened the book and wasn't surprised that most of the pages were blank. He found his birth certificate and furrowed his brows. The one he used for school and sports looked different. He pulled the paper out of its sleeve. It had the feel of a real certificate. His other must be a copy or something. It had been folded a few times and was crinkled at the edges. Clearly his mother didn't take very good care of it. He felt his heart beat faster and he licked his lips. He was reminded that his birthday was in a few days. He shoved the paper in the book and then into his bag. He flicked the kickstand on his bike and set off as fast as he could. He was a hot mess by the time he made it to Bobby's but he didn't care. He saw Dean standing by the impala and bailed off the bike.

Dean steadied him. "Are you being chased?"

Taylor grinned. "No. I found something."

"About your family?" Dean asked.

Taylor was breathing heavy due to the ride. "Yes. I mean no.. but yes." He took his birth certificate out and handed it to Dean.

Dean glanced at it. "What am I looking at?"

"Read it." Taylor's voice broke from his excitement.

"Oh, your birthday is," Dean counted days in his head. "Saturday."

Taylor groaned. "Keep going." He watched Dean's face as he read.

Dean read over it twice and didn't see what Taylor was finding so exciting. He mumbled as he looked at it again. "Born in Tennessee, 8 lbs 2 oz. 2:37 pm. Mother... Father..." Dean looked from the paper to Taylor and back to the paper.

Taylor nodded excitedly. "I'm not Craig's!"