Author's note: By starting a new story, I mean continuing but under another tab. Saving Katie was continued in Raising Katie, I just added a new "Story". This storyline won't die any time soon. I may be a lot slower, but I have not abandoned the story.
(Taylor)
Taylor was not nearly as nervous at the away game. He wasn't trying to impress as many people and home games always felt more important. The opposing team played fairly but it was still a close game. He got a few good plays in and helped make his team look good. It was nice being able to shake hands with the other team after the game and not feel like they wanted to kill you. He celebrated the win with his team before running back out to find John.
John clapped him on the shoulder. "Good game, son."
Hailey ran up and hugged Taylor.
Taylor grinned and hugged her back, spinning her in a small circle.
"Some of us are going to get pizza. You should totally come." Hailey said.
Taylor looked at John, unsure what to say to Hailey. That meant that they would be leaving later than planned and that the pizza place would be crowded.
"We can go." John said.
Hailey spun around and ran to find her sister and parents.
"Are you sure? That wasn't part of the plan." Taylor said.
"You played a good game. I don't see a reason you can't hang out with your friends for a while." John said. "I'll let Dean know we will be a little late." He enjoyed seeing Taylor blend in with the other kids. He didn't really want to get to know the other parents that well but did his best to not seem like he was ready to ditch the joint.
Taylor reminded himself to eat a reasonable amount of pizza. He wasn't paying for it, but he also didn't want to stand out more than he had to. He felt Hailey's fingers dig into his arm and whipped his head around. Oh no, his dad was talking to her dad. John had been cool about him dating. Maybe that was a good thing. He shot John a look but didn't get anything in return.
John didn't mind his chat with Hailey's father. He didn't get any odd feelings about the man. He did notice that her dad was seeking information but what good father wouldn't want to vet the boy that she was dating? He put in a good word for Taylor where he could. None of it was a lie. Taylor was a good kid. He almost felt bad when he told Taylor they needed to head home.
(A few days later)
Kate had to go back to school. She went with the virus story and would tell people she had the flu. Going back to school always reminded her how much she would rather be at home. That time around, though, she wasn't allowed to do anything meaningful, so school was a welcome use of her time. If she could continue staying on John's good side, he would let her assist with the file acquisition. They needed her. She knew that much. She had no doubt that John would go without her if she pushed too many buttons. Charlie was involved so she wanted to be involved as well. Charlie was still considered a civilian and they would use extra precaution to keep her safe.
Hannah was nervous for Kate to return to school. She had not mentioned her conversation with John and wouldn't unless it came up. She knew Kate would be upset about it. Hannah was upset about it. She would always be loyal to Kate, but John had turned her own parents against her.
Andy's school days were much better when Jimmy didn't bug him. He didn't know if Jimmy was leaving him alone because he got kicked or because his parents finally made him be nice. He thought about his old friend, Cody, that lived across from his old house. He wondered if his mom would let him call him. Owen would like Cody. Thinking about the old house made his tummy tickle. They had not been there long when the ghost showed up. Then, Dean showed up. At the time, he thought about what it would be like if Dean dated his mom. He even tried to set them up. He was glad Caleb chose them though. The tummy tickles came from the house before that, where Steven was his dad. He didn't know where Steven was, but he would probably shoot him if he ever saw him again. He wasn't allowed to handle guns but his dad would understand. That wouldn't happen though. They moved far away and his dad could protect them.
Taylor helped Hailey with her math work and felt a sense of pride when she aced the next test. He helped Nate with chemistry and was also happy that Nate did well. Life was going so well for him. He almost felt guilty. He couldn't feel true happiness without a layer of guilt on the side. That was probably a trauma response. He wanted everyone to be happy. Kate wasn't exactly happy. He didn't talk about stuff around her too often because he didn't want to rub it in her face. He was buying a bit of time for John and Kate to mend before he tried to talk John into letting Kate help again.
(Marie's house)
Charlie had been on the trail of something for a few days. She had typed and hacked until her eyes burned. The internet that Rod got installed was kind of amazing. She had even upgraded her computer system. She liked to pay her own way but accepted the assistance so that she could help other hunters. She got her driver's license and could come and go as she wanted. Life was good for her too.
James's family had settled in and the girls loved their school. Desiree had gotten comfortable and seemed to enjoy being over at Marie's house. Stepping away from hunting was just what the family needed.
Marie got a call that afternoon from Lee. He needed them to watch Krissy again. She said yes, of course. There was no question. She let Rod know and started to get things ready. She did have to bite her tongue though. Krissy had turned five and needed stability. Lee was still very focused on hunting and okay with leaving his daughter behind. That was what she was for though. Her house was a safe haven. She loved the gentle chaos and sound of little feet running up and down the hallways. She could not be any happier that Taylor befriended Kate. That friendship led to his adoption by John. She hated what happened with Craig and David but Taylor was so happy now. Marie could be happy too. She could love on all of the hunters' kids and offer them a warm and safe place to stay.
(Bobby's house)
John got a call from Lee. He had a few things he needed to do but Lee wanted Krissy to make it to Marie's safely. He called Dean into Bobby's office and cleared his throat. "Somebody has to go get Krissy Chambers and take her to Marie's house."
Dean scoffed. "Not me."
John raised his eyebrows. "I have things to do."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "So do I." He expected John to make it an order.
John held one of his palms out and placed the fist of his opposite hand on top.
Dean shifted. "Rock paper scissors?" He had never done that with John. He snorted and held his hand out as well.
They each won one round so the third would be the tie breaker.
Dean formed a pair of scissors with his fingers and looked from John's flat hand to his eyes. He laughed and made a snipping motion.
John formed a thin line with his lips. "You're picking her up."
"I won." Dean said.
"I outrank you." John shot back.
"What?! Do you know how many times Sam beat me at that stupid game? I could have pulled rank this entire time?" Dean said, sighing heavily.
John shrugged. "I have to go do some stuff."
Dean scoffed. He had stuff to do too but was a little amused. He helped John gather things and decided to leave the next morning. That plan got squashed when he checked in with Lee. Things were more urgent than Dean thought. He needed to figure out how to get there in a shorter time frame. He snapped his fingers. "Kate."
"Huh?" Kate asked.
"We have to go get Krissy." Dean said.
Kate put her book down. "Zap?"
Dean rubbed his chin. "Only for her safety."
Dean used Kate, as well as Castiel to travel to the place where Lee was. Kate may have been able to do it on her own but she was not always stable. He wanted to be as safe as possible. He was able to explain Castiel to Lee where he wouldn't be able to explain Kate. Kate added her own touch so that Lee wouldn't worry and they returned to Bobby's house with a sleeping Krissy.
(A bit later)
John turned around before he made it halfway to his destination. His truck was making an odd noise and he didn't want to break down on the side of the highway. He saw Dean's car and was confused but it was possible that Dean was waiting until the next morning. He walked inside to talk to Bobby about his truck and paused when he heard Krissy's voice. "Dean."
Dean spun around. "Hi."
"Explain," John said.
Dean smirked. "You said to pick her up. You never said I had to drive." He saw a slight upturn to the side of John's mouth before he managed to hide it behind a stern glare. "Lee needed her gone sooner than we thought. Kate, Cas, and I got her here safely."
John snorted. "Smartass."
Dean shrugged. "I could have just sent Kate but figured the whole team was better."
John held out his hand. "Keys."
"What?" Dean asked.
"Give me your keys," John said.
Dean's mouth fell open. "Why?"
John raised an eyebrow. "You don't need your car if you have Kate." He smirked. "I'll do the second part of the drive. Then, I'll use the car to pick up what I need to pick up."
Dean wanted to argue.
John folded Dean's keys into his hand. "You know I'm the one who bought her, right?"
Dean chewed his cheek. "No dents, she better return in pristine condition."
John chuckled. "My truck is making noises. The sooner you get it fixed, the sooner you can have your car back."
"There are a dozen cars out there you could take," Dean said.
John smiled. "And pass up this opportunity to remind you that I outrank you?"
Dean got Krissy's attention. "He is going to drive you to Marie's house. Give him absolute hell."
Krissy crossed her arms and stuck her bottom lip out.
John wanted to laugh because she was kind of adorable but he had no doubt that she could give him hell. She had before. How could someone that still wore pigtails cause that much trouble? "Get your bag. I'll drop you off tonight."
Krissy didn't move. She still wasn't John's biggest fan.
Kate got down on Krissy's level. "If you leave tonight, I bet Marie will make what you want for breakfast."
Krissy loved waffles and Marie's were the best. She ran to the kitchen and got her backpack and said goodbye to Karen.
John put Krissy in the backseat and let Marie know they were on their way. It felt good to be behind baby's wheel again. He could use it for a few days, just to make Dean worry but he wouldn't keep it forever. He pressed harder on the pedal and let the vibrations of the engine roll through him. It made him think of Mary. It made him think of young Sam and Dean. He looked in the rearview mirror and caught Krissy's gaze. He smirked. She had been looking out the window but scrunched her nose when they met eyes. He was glad he wasn't in charge of getting her through her teenage years. One headstrong little girl was more than enough.
(The next few days)
Kate needed to do something. She still had freak ideas, but she wanted to help steal the files with Charlie. If she messed up, she wouldn't be able to do that. She wasn't allowed to research for hunts. She did want to know more about time. One day, her older self would manage well enough to pop back and forth with no problem. She sent Dean back but that was an accident. Time was finicky because messing with it could cause catastrophic issues. She reasoned that was only if you made big changes. She needed a way to run tests without messing something up.
She decided to use a bag of marbles to run small experiments. Did chances and probabilities directly reflect fate? If you could go back and change your answers to something, would the outcome change or would it stay the same? She randomly chose marbles from a bowl and jotted down the outcomes. The laws of probability were intact, as she expected. If she could go back, even a few seconds, would that change the probability? Since she was the one choosing, she couldn't quite be unbiased. She also didn't know if she could go back in time. She chose to lay down on her bedroom floor and gently roll a marble. She focused on trying to stop it. That wasn't so difficult because she could pick things up with her mind. What if she could stop the passage of time instead of just stopping the marble. She needed a live subject for that. She chewed her cheek and thought about the safest way to try things. She could use bugs.
Dean was skeptical. Kate was being far too compliant. She could have learned her lesson, but he didn't believe that. Nothing was ever that easy. He saw her going outside and decided to catch up with her. "What are you doing?"
Kate turned around. "Getting some fresh air."
Dean narrowed his eyes.
Kate groaned. "I want to see if I can make a bug freeze."
Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "That is not like you."
"Not freeze like cold. I want to see if I can make it freeze in time." Kate said.
Dean sighed. "That sounds like it could lead to complications."
"I have to learn this stuff at some point. I don't even know if I can do it. I can move through time. That doesn't mean I can manipulate it." Kate said.
Dean knew she could. He knew she could stop time. He needed to steer here away from it. "How about we figure out what that blue fire does."
Kate shrugged. "You want me to play with fire."
"Under adult supervision, of course." Dean said. "I want to know if it makes food taste different. We could have a new type of campfire."
Kate snorted. "You hate camping."
"I do. We could set you up beside a grill." Dean said.
Kate had to think about her freak ban to get a bit of anger flowing through her body. That was the only way that she knew to create the flames. She held out her palms to show Dean. The flames were much smaller and concentrated to one spot.
"Does it burn?" Dean asked.
"No. It feels weird." Kate said.
Dean hovered his hand over hers. It was hot and cold at the same time. That was hard to process. "Dry ice."
"Kind of." Kate said. "It kind of feels like a chemical burn."
Dean handed her a stick to see what would happen to the wood.
Kate realized she could control it. If she just held it, it didn't do anything. If she focused on pushing the flames into the stick, it started to crackle. It got lighter so she stopped to see what it did.
Dean watched the stick snap like a cheese puff. "Did you dehydrate it?"
"I don't know. It seems like it." Kate said. "Maybe freeze drying."
"See, I told you that you could use it on food." Dean said.
"We don't know what all it does. Do you want to grow an extra arm?" Kate asked.
"You're right." Dean said. "You can test it out on different stuff. Just don't burn anything down." He and Bobby were still working on John's truck. John was due back that day and he wanted his keys back. It was probably good for John to be back behind the wheel for a few days, but it was painfully aging Dean.
(Marie's house)
Charlie was counting days until the gala. She was no stranger to being sneaky and hacking into computer systems, but she was nervous about going in person. She was a terrible liar and turned beet red at the drop of a hat. She could pull it together. No one would suspect her. If things went south, Kate could zap them all out of there. It would be totally embarrassing if it went south though. She was lucky that they were letting her go. She couldn't let them down. She couldn't be a wimp and pass out if a security guard looked at her the wrong way. She decided she needed to practice. She found Rod outside and let him know what was on her mind.
"You need easy answers if someone asks what you are doing." Rod said.
"Easier said than done. I don't know what they will ask me. What if they don't ask me anything? What if they just call security and I go to jail? Kate can't zap me out of jail. They have cameras. Oh, the hospital has cameras. I can divert the cameras but what if something happens before I can do that. I should just let them do this. I am not ready." Charlie rambled.
Rod smiled. "You will do just fine. How do you approach things when you are doing computer stuff? What if you type something in and that doesn't work?"
Charlie thought about it. "I work around it."
"Do you always know what you are going to do when you start?" Rod asked.
"No." Charlie said. "So, I can go about this like I'm trying to debug a computer program. I just need to have a list of fixes to start with."
"You guys will have a solid plan. You will probably be split into groups. You won't be alone. If all else fails, play dumb." Rod said.
Charlie had done that before. "I guess I'm good at that."
"You don't look like an adult. If you are somewhere, you shouldn't be, and someone asks you, you can claim you are lost." Rod said. "I'm sure that you'll do a good job at thinking on your feet."
"What if I go to jail?" Charlie asked.
"One of us will bail you out." Rod said with a chuckle.
"I'll never make it in jail. I've seen those documentaries. I'm not cut out for that." Charlie said.
"You will be okay. I know John well enough to know that he would not allow you into the building if you were not safe."
Charlie took a deep breath. "When I first met Dean, I handled his questioning."
"I heard about that. You have him a run for his money." Rod said. He looked to his side as Krissy walked over to them. "Good afternoon. Did you wake up from a nap?"
Krissy nodded her head and reached so Rod would pick her up.
Charlie gave Krissy a smile.
Krissy gave her a bad look.
Rod saw the exchange and blew air out of his nose. "She is a little jealous."
Charlie thought it was pretty cute. Krissy had been keeping everyone else away from Marie and Rod. She was the center of attention and had an impressive glare if someone tried to get too close. Luckily, Ben and his sisters were too busy to fight her. "Are you going to go to school too?"
Krissy put her head on Rod's shoulder.
"Next year, I suppose." Rod said. "She turned five after the cut off for kindergarten this year."
Charlie offered to teach Krissy some stuff so that she would be ready for school the next year.
"No. I stay with my dad." Krissy said, firmly.
"Well, you will have to go to some kind of school." Rod said. "You can't hang out with him forever."
Krissy wiggled to get put down. "I don't want to go to school." She spun on her heel, letting her hair whip around behind her.
Rod shook his head as she stomped off. She had enough sass for ten kids. "He's going to have to figure that out one of these days."
"Why doesn't he take time off? Why did he go on another hunt?" Charlie asked.
Rod leaned on one of the rails of the fence. "I'm sure it is important. A typical parent works a typical job. Sometimes, the kids have to go to childcare. In a way, hunting can be like that."
Charlie studied the freckles on her arms. "I just... I feel bad for her. What if something happens to him? What if she doesn't get to make happy memories? I miss my parents but I'm glad that I got to do fun things with them before they died. She is just going to remember getting thrown around."
"That is why she is making happy memories here." Rod said.
Charlie looked toward the swing set and saw Krissy giving her a death glare. "She doesn't look so happy."
"You're over here talking to me. She's over there sulking because I said she'd go to school one day. She will work it out." Rod said.
Charlie chose to go back inside. She needed to go shopping with Marie anyway. She laughed to herself when Krissy took off running as soon as Rod was alone. Okay, she was a little bratty but obviously adored Rod and Marie. Charlie understood. The first time she stayed there, she was alone. The second time she had to compete with Charlie and the other kids. It also sucked that her dad shipped her off again. Charlie would just give her space and try not to hog all of the attention. Not only would that keep the peace, but she also wasn't fully convinced Krissy wouldn't stab her in her sleep. She was little but resourceful.
Rod was pleased with Charlie. She was always a wonderful young woman, but she had grown into herself as she became more comfortable. She sought him out for advice and that warmed his heart. She had a fantastic personality and was a joy to have around the house.
Marie had the same thoughts that Rod did. She truly loved having Charlie around. As time marched on, she worried less about Charlie wanting to leave. She was free to do so if she wished but Marie didn't want her to struggle or to feel like she needed to leave.
Truthfully, Charlie forgot about wanting to leave. She felt safe. She wasn't stressed out. She had free reign of the land and had a car to get around. She had no reason to want to leave. "Marie, I was wondering if I could go pick out a dress for the gala."
"Yes, of course. Let me ask Rod if he needs anything from town." Marie said.
Charlie looked out the window to watch the dogs running around. It was kind of picture perfect out there. Beyond the porch were open fields. At the edge of the fields were rows of trees. It was almost as if the trees formed a barrier that kept the outside world away. Always a city girl, Charlie had gotten used to the serenity of the rural area. She didn't foresee herself moving back to a concrete jungle any time soon.
(Taylor)
Taylor stayed far away from any time of shenanigans. Some of the players drank on the weekends but he wanted absolutely no part in that. He claimed religion if they got too nosey. He didn't feel like anyone needed to know his true reason for staying out of trouble. If they had John for a dad, they'd think twice as well. He had freedom as well. He had gained that freedom by staying on the straight and narrow. He felt bad for Kate. She had the opposite of freedom. He helped her when he could. He didn't gloat about what was going on. He didn't make her feel bad either.
The coaches wanted the football team to pack on more muscle as the season progressed. They added some time in the weight room to the daily practices. Taylor was happy with that. He didn't need the time but working out meant being in better shape. If he was supposedly in better shape, he wouldn't have to hide his natural level of fitness as much.
The upperclassmen had a friendly competition going. They were competitive and made everything a competition. The bigger guys kept track of how much they could lift and made a pretty big deal out of lifting the most each week.
Taylor stayed out of that, like most of the younger ones did. He could outlift them but that would raise all kinds of questions. He didn't feel the need to win anyway. He didn't like to stand out. He liked to fade into the background.
Three of the linemen, Adams, Mason, and Williams, had pushed each other with Adams coming out on top. The coaches told them to cool it to prevent injury. It was nice being the one to lift the most weight, but not if you wound up with a muscle tear. Mason was used to winning. He probably just had an off day, but the other guys picked on him about it. No one meant any harm. They were just joking around as teammates. Mason didn't like it though.
Taylor stayed a bit later than most of the other guys. He was waiting for a ride home. John was due back so, to spare Dean the misery of having to drive another vehicle, he decided to wait around for John to roll through. He finally got a text that let him know he would be picked up soon. By that time, the only people left in the building were the head coach, Mason, and Taylor.
Mason was determined to out bench what Adams had lifted. It was a pride thing. He racked up the weights but added an extra set so that he could go above and beyond what Adams had. Sometimes, teenage hormone filled brains don't make the best choices.
Taylor walked by to leave but caught Mason from the corner of his eye. Alarm bells went off in his head. He was alone, and lifting enough that he was shaky.
Mason went for another rep and panicked as his arms started to give out. He felt the cold metal bar press against his throat but suddenly it was lifted away from his neck and back onto the rack. He shot off the bench and rubbed his neck. He almost lost his head.
Taylor met eyes with Mason and stammered. "Uh, you didn't even need me for that one. Sorry."
Mason rubbed his neck. He assumed that he had gotten a burst of adrenalin and Taylor just managed to guide his hands back to the right position. "Thanks man." He gathered his stuff and left because he was freaked out.
Taylor looked at the weights. They needed to be put away. He pulled them off of the bar and started to stack them. He looked up at met eyes with his coach.
He had been in his office. His office had big glass windows allowing him to view the weight room from his desk.
Taylor slowly sat the weights down. Play it cool. He probably had not seen that. Taylor got another message and started to leave since John was there.
The coach stopped him by waving him over.
Taylor shot John a quick text.
The coach was calm as he rocked slightly in his chair. "Mason lifted too much didn't he?"
"Uh, I think he just didn't rest enough." Taylor said.
The coach nodded. He turned slightly to click something on his computer with his mouse. "How much do you think he weighs?"
Taylor swallowed. "I'm not sue."
"Probably about 240 or so. The coach said. "How much was he lifting?"
"I didn't count before I put the weights away." Taylor tried.
"I'd say at least 240." The coach said. "Adams stopped at 230, right?"
"Uh, I think so." Taylor said.
The coach slowly nodded again. He clicked another box on his computer and let a security camera tape replay from the moment that Mason got on the bench.
Taylor felt his heart sink to his toes. There were cameras?
John entered the building. Taylor's text seemed odd.
Taylor whipped his head around and locked eyes with John as he walked into the weight room.
"Is everything okay?" John asked.
The coach rubbed his chin. "Taylor and I were just discussing this right here."
John looked at the video. The kid was big and could lift.
The coach slowed the video down. "Mason is usually pretty levelheaded but some team banter got to his head."
John watched him add the extra weight and didn't know if Taylor was there because the kid did something wrong or what.
The coach tapped the screen.
John watched Taylor slowly approach Mason. He likely was worried that he was doing too much. He cringed as the bar started to drop, knowing that it would crush the boy's neck. His eyes grew wide as Taylor grabbed the bar and put it back on the rack.
Taylor was horrified. He had convinced Mason that he just helped him. It was clear from the video that his hands had dropped from the bar before it was back in the braces.
The coach turned his chair and crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. He pressed his fingertips together and looked at Taylor. "How does a string bean like you pull a weight like that off of him like you are lifting a jug of milk?"
John didn't know what to say.
"He threw the weight up. I just shoved it onto the rack." Taylor said.
The coach turned back around and played the tape again. "Son, are you on some kind of drugs?"
John almost laughed. "He is not."
"How, then, do you do something like that? Not to mention how you play on a regular day." The coach said.
John needed to figure something out. It was a shame that Kate wasn't with him. She could compel the coach.
The coach rocked back in his chair for a moment and then deleted the clip.
John and Taylor traded looks.
"From what I know, you seem like a good kid. You didn't have any drugs in your system when we tested the team last week. Now, between us, I want to know what is going on." The coach said.
It was a show of good faith that he got rid of the video.
Taylor wanted to cry. He messed up so bad, but he couldn't have let Mason get hurt.
John cleared his throat. "Some things are hard to explain."
The coach raised his eyebrows. "I'd say so. Something about you ain't normal but I don't suppose you're hurting anything. Is this a genetic thing? Do you have something going on like that?"
Taylor groaned. "Yes, sir."
John took over. "Some stuff happened around the time that his house got blown up. We are just happy that he is alive and well. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?"
The coach had heard stories about humans that had special abilities. They weren't superman or anything, but he had been around for a long time. He may have overheard some of Bobby Singer's ramblings back in the day. "You did a good thing not letting him kill his fool self. You just keep your nose clean, and I'll see you at practice Monday."
Taylor almost threw up when they got out to the car.
John wasn't much better off but the guy seemed genuine. "You've got to stop saving the day."
Taylor fell into the passenger seat. "I'm so sorry, dad."
John shook his head. "If something happens and the witness isn't okay with it, Kate can fix it."
"You know, if you hadn't grounded her, she'd probably be over here right now." Taylor said.
John formed a thin line with his mouth. "She got herself grounded."
"I could have avoided that whole situation." Taylor said.
John snorted. "He'd still have the tape."
"Why are there cameras in there?" Taylor asked, his voice breaking.
Once they were home, John tossed Dean his keys.
Dean looked at Taylor. "Why does he look like he is about to pass out?"
"He outed himself by lifting an entire bar of weights off a kid." John said.
Taylor's mouth fell open. "I didn't know there were cameras."
Kate tsked. "That is why you have to be careful out there."
Taylor groaned miserably.
Kate smirked. "You know, I'm doing a good job keeping our cover intact. You are the one showing off at football games and catching girls from the sky."
Taylor looked to John for backup.
"She's been waiting for the chance to have the upper hand." John said.
"Okay, fine. I accidentally showed off by saving someone. At least I didn't put myself in danger to do it." Taylor said. He dodged a smack from Kate and ran around her and up the stairs.
Kate took off after him.
Dean and John chatted for a moment. John was exhausted.
Millie settled at Dean's feet and looked up at him. She gently pawed his foot and meowed.
Dean ignored her.
John looked down as Millie lifted her paw in front of her and held it out. "What is she doing?"
Dean groaned and held his fist down for her to touch.
"Oh, you two have a secret handshake now?" John asked with a laugh.
Dean rolled his eyes. "She's the only one helping me keep Kate from going nuclear. Maybe we need a secret handshake."
John cuffed him on the back of the head. "That is ours."
"One of these days I'll teach her to attack people. Might as well make her useful." Dean said.
(Back at the gym)
The coach locked up for the night and walked to his car. He didn't think Taylor had a bad bone in his body. He didn't need the authorities knocking down his door. He had a brother in the local mental hospital due to schizophrenia. After seeing what Taylor had done, he was starting to wonder if his brother wasn't so crazy. Maybe there was a special type of people out there. Maybe the stuff he claimed he saw all those years ago was real.
