Author's note: I'm having reconstructive surgery on my legs (1 soon, the second after the first heals). Thanks for the kind words and reviews.

(Bobby's house)

Taylor stiffened. "Cyanide?"

John let him step back.

Kate smelled of the pills. "Were you sick while taking them?"

Taylor didn't know for sure. Had he felt differently after he stopped? He did but that could have been from the extra sleep and nutrition.

"Maybe when you took them, it made you sick enough for your abilities to not kick in but not sick enough to have symptoms." Kate offered.

Taylor tried to remember when he started taking them. "My mom knew."

John watched him unravel.

"No, she knew." He narrowed his eyes. "I saw... one day I saw her swapping them. Yeah, I ... I think."

Kate took his hand. "Show me." She gave him time to find the memory and frowned. "She did know. What do you think they did with the pills that were supposed to be in there?

"Craig probably sold them or took them." Dean said.

Taylor opened the door and stumbled outside. The memories were flooding his head. Some were from a time he was too young to understand but it was suddenly making sense.

John told Dean and Kate to stay inside and went after Taylor.

Dean looked out the window for a minute and turned to sit down. He looked at Kate. "So, how did you break your cheek bone?"

Kate furrowed her brows.

"You started to say something and changed it halfway through." Dean said.

Kate scrunched her nose. "A slip of words."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Dad looked at me when you said it. So, he noticed too. Do you want to tell me or him?"

Kate bounced on her toes. "Dean, it isn't a big deal."

Dean just waited for her to break.

"Fine, my dad hit me with a door. Happy?" Kate spat out.

Dean sat forward. "With a door?"

Kate crossed her arms. "He was frustrated. He was on the phone with someone, and I was scared. I was trying to figure out what was wrong. He opened the door and I got hit in the face."

"Why hide that?" Dean asked.

Kate blinked away tears. "He didn't mean to. He wasn't like Craig, and I was in the way."

Dean felt like she was more upset than the story would cause her to be. "Keep going."

Kate sniffled. "He left for a few hours."

Dean realized she was angry at Brian. "Sometimes, parents do stupid stuff. Do you think, if he realized what happened, you would have been left alone?"

Kate shook her head.

"I know he wasn't like Craig. Dad isn't and never was like Craig but there were a few times growing up that he may have crossed a line. It sounds like Brian didn't mean to hit you." Dean said in a soft voice. "Did you tell him?"

Kate shook her head again. "When he came back, I told him that I fell and hit the table."

"You just kept a secret?" Dean asked.

"Yes. I didn't want him to get into trouble. Then, when Taylor came around, I really understood what abuse was like. I never thought my dad was guilty of that, but I also didn't want anyone to misunderstand." Kate admitted.

Dean approached her and wiped one of her tears away. "Kid, when stuff like that happens, you have to tell them right away. Then, you can use their guilt against them and get what you want for a day."

Kate rubbed her eye. "Like when you blamed me for getting into Craig's head?"

Dean snorted. "Yeah, like that."

Kate sat back down to look at files. "Do you have medical records?"

Dean sat beside her. "Yeah, I was dropped on my head right after I was born."

Kate smiled. She knew he was joking. "Is Taylor going to be okay?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. You are the one that can read him."

John sat down on the steps and watched Taylor.

Taylor paced and drove the heel of his hand into the side of his head. So many thoughts were hitting him that he didn't know which one to process first. He stopped and grabbed a rusted hubcap. He folded it in half and then half again.

John made a mental note about how much force that would take.

Taylor put the hubcap down and sat down on the ground with his back against a car tire. He pulled his knees up and rested his elbows on them so that he could cover his face. Was he angry? Was he heartbroken?

John slowly approached Taylor and slid down to sit beside him. He didn't say anything or touch him.

Taylor swallowed the lump in is throat. "I took cyanide."

John sighed. "You didn't know what it was."

"I took cyanide for years. They knew... she... she knew I was different and hated me so much that she let him poison me." Taylor said.

John heard his voice crack. He was angry at his mom. With Craig, he could understand why he was so evil. His mom was different. He thought his mom was good and had just found out that she stood by and let Craig do those things. "I am in no way saying what she did was okay." John started. "Sometimes, people who are the victim of domestic violence will get brainwashed. They develop Stockholm syndrome."

Taylor put his palm on the ground and let it sink through the dirt. "So brainwashed that she tried to kill me."

"I don't know what happened. Bill would never have let them do that if he knew." John said.

Taylor pulled his hand out and gently brushed the dirt away. "Why didn't he try harder to find me?"

"He wrote that letter. Craig was good at going underground." John said. He sighed. "He died before he got the chance."

Taylor looked over to John. "Did you keep me because you felt guilty?"

John's eyes widened. "No. We had decided on that before we knew." He leaned his head back to rest against the car. "You and Kate had a connection. I saw a kid who needed help. When the boys were younger, I probably wouldn't have taken in any more kids. I was so focused on hunting that demon down. You showed up at a good time, and I don't think that is a coincidence."

Taylor steadied himself. "The day that I ran because Craig thought I was a shapeshifter... The night before." He blinked to dry his eyes. "I had broken ribs and some deep gashes. I went to bed thinking I'd just die finally. I stayed up a few hours because I couldn't breathe, and blood was coming up into my throat. I had spent so much time over here that I was starting to run low on medication. If I had taken it as often as I was supposed to..."

John put his arm around Taylor's shoulders and drew him in. "You healed because you stopped taking it."

Taylor nodded. "Now we know if I get out of hand, you can just poison me."

John's hand tightened on Taylor's shoulder. "We are not going to poison you." He watched Taylor's face. "Your memories are coming back."

Taylor shrugged. "Some of them."

(Marie's house)

Charlie worked through files and found patterns. Her algorithm was working, and she was pleased.

Marie knocked on her door. "Instead of everyone driving here, I thought about going to Bobby's house. If you would prefer to celebrate with just us, that is okay."

Charlie smiled. She wanted to talk to Kate anyway. "A road trip sounds fun."

Marie smiled back. "I'll just give them a call. Think about what type of food you want to have."

Charlie's mouth watered a bit. That was going to be a hard choice. The adoption papers were signed and official. Marie just wanted to celebrate. Charlie was fine with that. She had missed a few years of birthday parties and kind of liked the attention. She went back to what she was working on and bobbed her head along to her favorite song. She frowned when the radio started to cut out. She tapped it with her hand, but the crackling overtook the song. "It was just getting to the good part."

Krissy tiptoed to Charlie's room. She heard Charlie to talking to someone and she was curious.

Charlie saved her work and wiggled the antennas on the boom box. She heard a voice but thought it was just a radio announcer. She started to turn it off but a scratchy 'Charlie?' got her attention.

Krissy's mouth dropped open, and she screamed, bringing Marie running back into the room.

Charlie pulled her hands away from the boom box. "It said my name." She pushed her chair back and got far away from the source of the voice.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." The voice sounded clearer.

Charlie stared at the device.

"Okay, I guess I'm a ghost but not a haunt and kill kind of ghost. More like Casper." The voice said.

Charlie didn't feel any less afraid.

"This looks bad." The voice said.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. It sounded like a kid. "Who are you?"

"Oh, dude. That would have helped. Uh, Cameron Lawson." The voice answered.

Charlie stepped closer to her chair and typed in the name. "You are one of the kids."

Marie sat down on Charlie's bed.

"I've been hanging out for a while but couldn't get through." Cameron explained.

Charlie's eyes widened. "Have you been watching me sleep?!"

Cameron didn't answer.

"If you've been watching me this whole time, I'm going to be so mad. Privacy, dude." Charlie spat out.

"I haven't. I promise. As soon as I get close, I get pulled back." Cameron said.

Marie sent Krissy to find Rod.

"So why are you here now?" Charlie asked.

"You called me. Wait, I heard my name. No one has said my name in a long time." The voice got soft. "I thought that maybe someone was looking."

Charlie settled into her chair and propped her feet on her desk. "Where are you?"

Rod walked into the room and the radio started to crackle again.

"Oh, he's cool. You don't have to spaz out." Charlie said, fully comfortable with her new ghost companion.

The lights weren't flickering. The room wasn't cold. Nothing made it seem like the ghost was aggressive.

"Do you know what happened to you?" Charlie asked.

"I got sick. This doctor tried to Frankenstein me but now I'm dead, so I guess that didn't' work." Cameron said.

Charlie looked at his notes. "You had a brain injury when you were 8."

"That healed, I guess." Cameron said. "I think I'm 12 now."

"So, you died later?" Charlie asked. She did see that he had checkups after that.

Cameron confirmed what she said. "Do my parents know?"

Charlie looked at their names. There was no obituary. There was no missing person's case. "I don't know."

Rod called Bobby while Charlie questioned Cameron.

Cameron was stuck in the veil, but he couldn't see anything. Others were there but they seemed to only be kids that the doctor messed with. He was only able to leave because he was being pulled by his file. It was one of the paper copies. Some files were only electronic. His was not. He didn't remember exactly how he died or when.

Bobby was flabbergasted. He told Rod he'd talk to John and call him right back.

"Maybe you can help us solve this. Do you know anything about creatures? Uh, like monsters." Charlie asked.

Cameron's memories were fuzzy. "Maybe." He could feel the tension as the veil pulled him back. "I have to go. I'll come back."

Charlie frowned when the music started to play again.

Marie put her arm around Charlie. "You are so brave."

Rod spotted Krissy doing something and checked on her. "What do you have?"

Krissy fluttered her eyelashes.

"That was a ghost." Krissy said.

Rod managed to get what she had in her hands. "You are going to burn the house down."

"Daddy said you have to salt and burn a ghost." Krissy said.

"When you find the body. Not when it is some poor kid talking through a radio." Rod said. He checked the gun safe. It was too heavy for her to open. "You let the adults worry about this."

Krissy crossed her arms. "I can handle a ghost."

Rod looked down at the little girl. Her stance screamed confidence, but her messy pigtails and Minnie Mouse dress betrayed her. "You know your dad wouldn't allow you to intervene."

"He's not here." Krissy countered.

"And if I call him and ask him?" Rod asked.

Krissy dropped her gaze.

Rod noticed she had been fleeing into her room when he caught her. "You wouldn't happen to have anything else, would you?"

Krissy didn't look at him.

Rod walked into her room and looked around. He found a small box with different things such as two knives, holy water and salt. "Where did you get these?" He held up one of the knives. "Is this Rhett's?"

Krissy frowned.

Rod shook his head. The teenager had stated that he couldn't find his knife. He had it at the house when he was eating dinner and retraced his steps. He couldn't find it anywhere. "Did you pick pocket him?"

Krissy grinned. "Uh huh. He didn't know at all."

Rod took both knives but left the other stuff. "This isn't going to do you much good against anything. It will cut you pretty bad though." He held out his hand for her to take.

"Where are we going?" Krissy asked.

"We are going to go find Rhett so you can give him his knife back." Rod answered.

Krissy dug her heels into the floor. "I don't want to."

"You took it." Rod said.

"Well, he shouldn't have one if a little kid can just take it." Krissy said with her bottom lip out.

Marie stepped into the hallway.

"Miss Krissy has been building an armory." Rod said. "She is going to give this back to Rhett."

Krissy pulled her hand from Rod's hand and stomped down the hallway. Fine. I'll give it back and say I'm sorry but I'm not really sorry."

Marie hid a chuckle.

"She had a lighter too. She was going to take care of the ghost." Rod said with a slight smile.

Marie let them go and shook her head.

"What was that?" Charlie asked, browsing Cameron's file.

"She stole a knife and has to give it back." Marie said. "I guess she was set to burn up Cameron too."

Charlie turned her head. "I didn't even think to try to get rid of him." She shrugged. "I feel so much safer with her around."

Marie smiled brightly. "Until it is you that she is mad at."

(Bobby's house)

John looked around the car. "Bobby is back. Do you feel okay?"

Taylor chewed his cheek. "For now."

John helped him up.

Bobby parked and got out of the car. "Rod called me. They have a situation."

John leaned back on the car.

"They have a ghost. The ghost said it was one of the kids from those files. Rod said there were no signs of aggression, and the kid just sounds scared." Bobby said.

"How the-" John paused.

"If he is who he says he is, he might have information we need." Bobby said.

The group went inside. "Dean." John said.

Dean got up. "Yes?"

Bobby told him what Rod said.

Kate spun around. "Dad, we have to go check that out."

"You have school tomorrow." John said.

Kate bounced on her toes. "Dad, please."

John stepped outside. "I'm going to speak to him."

Kate shook Taylor. "Do you know what this means?"

Taylor tensed so she couldn't shake him. "That this is going to be the thing that makes you do something stupid."

Kate scoffed. "Too soon." She softened. "Are you doing okay?"

Taylor shrugged. "Yeah. I think it will hit me again but right now I'm okay."

John returned. "They are going to try to come here. If something is tying him to her, it should be his file."

Kate fidgeted happily.

John eyed her. "If you do anything at all, you will be excluded from this."

Kate's face fell. "Taylor can check in. I promise I'm not going to do anything."

John nodded. "They will be here tomorrow."

Kate turned to go up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"Uh if we are going to have four extra people, we are going to need room." She smirked. "Krissy can stay in your room."

Dean was not amused. "She can stay in the panic room where we can be sure she isn't going to get into anything."

John sent the kids to bed after making sure they were of sound mind. He'd have Dean on standby if either of them had nightmares. Kate was the one he had been worried about. She took the news on the chin and started thinking about how to help people. Taylor was calm on the outside. John knew that the hurt that Taylor felt was deep and would resurface.

That night, Taylor had dreams. He felt as though he was a bystander, watching his younger self. He knew what was coming and tried to warn himself, but his voice wouldn't carry. He remembered the good memories of his mom. She sang him to sleep sometimes. No, that was only when Craig was away. She cut the crusts off his sandwiches, but only when Craig was away. She was someone different with him home. Maybe she was afraid. April ran with two boys; his mom could have as well. April knew that Ian was part demon but loved him anyway. Taylor's mom could have as well. The dreams where his mom was nurturing hurt him. It was as though he was reliving it but knew it was all a lie. He was young and trusting and didn't know what was going on.

Kate pulled Taylor to the stream. She sat down at the edge and let the water run over her feet.

Taylor looked around. "Aren't you supposed to not use your vision ability?"

Kate motioned for him to sit down. "I think dad would be okay with this."

"Was I talking in my sleep?" Taylor asked.

"No. I could just feel that you were in pain." Kate said.

Taylor sat down beside her. He knew what the stream was. The orbs floated down the stream and pooled around rocks. He saw the red ones and didn't reach for them. Those were bad memories.

Kate scooped one into her hands. It was black. "I guess some things are worse than bad."

Taylor felt a sliver of fear. "Maybe we shouldn't mess with those."

Kate let it go. "I haven't looked at any of yours. I can just feel them. You are great. You are the star of your team. You have excellent grades and have helped people. That is all you."

Taylor tilted his head.

"Most of the time, if people do great things, they thank the ones who helped them. That, or a long-lost parent resurfaces to claim that they are the reason the person is doing so well. No one can claim ownership of your sucess but you. They actively tried to destroy you and I think Craig would be pissed to know how awesome you are." Kate said.

"I can only do things because of my abilities." Taylor said.

"You are doing good things though. You could be doing bad things. You could have turned evil after what they did to you. Abilities or not, you're doing big things." Kate added.

"I guess. I could say the same for you. You could be a super villain."

Kate rolled her eyes. "Give me time."

Taylor gave her a sad smile. "Even if you are misguided, you are always trying to help people. Your motivation for going off the rails has been because you want to fix things or help people. It hasn't been because you are angry. You just have to stop trying to kill yourself."

Kate grumbled and pulled her feet from the water. "Yeah, yeah. I've gotten the speech already." She stood up and held her hand out. "Let's go back to sleep before Dean goes to wake us up and thinks I've done a deep dive for the hell of it."

(The next day)

Charlie gathered the files and with Rod's help, tested their theory to see if Cameron could follow the file. She did stop to think about why he was attached to it. Hopefully it was just his name and not pieces of himself hiding in the pages. She used a handheld radio to check in and thought that they would be good to go.

Krissy was happy to be going on an adventure. She still missed her dad and wanted him back, but she was having fun.

Marie locked the door to the house and got into the car. She felt uncomfortable traveling with a ghost, but it was the ghost of a child. Her heart broke for the young boy. He described where he was as dark and silent. Sometimes, other kids spoke but they sounded confused. Cameron was the only one that seemed to be aware of anything. Even then, he had no sense of time. It was only when he was able to contact Charlie that he could see something besides the darkness. He couldn't manifest visually but he could use his voice. What happened to the poor boy? Where was his body? How could they help him find peace?

The drive was peaceful and quick. The weather was perfect, and traffic was nowhere to be seen. Rod stopped outside of Bobby's house and parked.

Kate ran outside. She had spent the morning, with Bobby, trying to figure out a way that Cameron could tether himself. The solution was a pendant. When she was trying to save her dad, she had trapped a soul in a crystal. She didn't know it at the time, but that soul was her mother's. While she had it, she was able to share memories with Ruth and have a sense of safety. If they could do something similar with Cameron, they could talk to him without him being snapped back to where he was. She relinquished the idea and materials to John.

Bobby's house was warded well against ghosts. So, they had to get creative. If they could contain Cameron's ghost, they could break a salt line just long enough to walk through it with his pendant in hand. He wouldn't be able to leave unless they let him out. Plus, they could prevent him from going into other rooms of the house if they added salt to where they were sitting. From what they knew, his ghost was not evil. However, the longer a ghost stayed in the veil, the more aggressive it would become. They couldn't risk letting their guard down.

John and Rod handled the transfer, and it went off without a hitch.

Once Cameron was tethered to the pendant, he could see more clearly. He was even able to manifest in person, but his image was blurry. It wasn't like anyone had given him tips while he was stuck in the veil. He was figuring it out by himself.

Krissy already knew about Cameron, so they didn't shield her at first. They needed to establish a base line before digging deeper. Marie entertained her for a while, but she was easily bored.

Kate gathered paper and notes. Anything they could get from Cameron could be extremely helpful. Taylor was like her in many ways, but Cameron shared the doctor's deeds with her. Taylor was the "pure" version of a nephilian. She was some kind of demon effected, experimented on, angel enhanced mutant. Charlie sat down beside her and the two started trying to get Cameron to remember details.

John gave them a little bit of space but didn't stray far. Cameron seemed more timid around adults and he wanted him to feel comfortable enough to be helpful.

Bobby started research to find out where Cameron's parents were. Did they know he had died? The lack of obituary didn't send off too many alarms. Not everyone wanted to have their loved one's death in the newspaper. He didn't announce Karen's death. At the time, he was in shock. He had killed her, although he didn't have a choice. The police were not called. It all turned out to be a good thing. Very few people knew anything about Karen, so her reappearance didn't rock the community.

Cameron's memory was scattered. He didn't remember getting injured, but he remembered waking up and being told about the accident. He was playing with friends and fell off of his bike. His head hit a brick planter and the injury was severe. He wasn't expected to live. A doctor reached out, claiming he was a specialist. So, Cameron's parents had him moved to another hospital. A week later, he was not only awake from his coma, but he had no brain damage to speak of. One year after he woke up, he started to have neurological issues. Luck would have it, that the same doctor was running a clinical trial for that exact condition.

Charlie looked into the clinical trial. It was referenced on Cameron's chart, but she couldn't find anything that proved that the trial was real or legal. Knowing what they did, she wasn't surprised.

Cameron had flashes of memory where he went home for a while and then was back in the hospital. He was just a kid, so most of what was going on was above his head. Even if he hadn't lost memory, he would have still been confused.

Bobby found a phone number for Cameron's parents. Well, they had the same name. He let everyone know what he found and stepped outside with John to make the call.

Cameron was growing tired and disorganized. It took a lot of effort to fight the pull the darkness had on him.

Once John and Bobby returned, Kate explained that Cameron should rest. She walked through the broken salt line and stood outside. "Go rest. If you return, I'll feel you." The glow of the pendant faded as Cameron's soul slipped away. She was sad. She still felt guilty for his situation. That wasn't logical but it didn't matter.

Dean had spoken to Caleb. "April and the boys are going to stop by later. Andy and Ian can play with Krissy while we go over some of this."

Krissy had been curled up with Liam. "What?!"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You can play outside while we do boring stuff."

Krissy stood up and put her hands on her hips. "I don't wanna play with them. I knew about the ghost before you did so maybe you should-" She was cut off by John clearing his throat. Her eyes met his for a moment before she dropped her hands. She pursed her lips and scrunched her nose. She didn't say anything else but went with Karen when she was offered some juice.

Kate found the whole exchange hilarious. "He had to save you."

Dean flicked her. "I could have held my own."

John sat down and put a pad of paper on the coffee table. "It is likely that his parents had their memories wiped. They were confused. They didn't know if he was dead or not but Bobby and I don't think they did anything to him. We will speak to them again. His mother did say that he had a head injury and then got sick. It all seems hazy after that."

Lunch was eaten and cleared away. Krissy napped. Taylor finished off an assignment and Dean worried about Kate.

Kate was anxiously waiting for Cameron to return. She had so many things to ask. Was it only him? Could others break out of the veil? What did the doctor do to him?

Thankfully, it was Friday, so Taylor wasn't missing too many days of school. He did get a message from Hailey. He told her he was okay and just had a stomach bug. Hailey, unlike Jess or April, would never know the truth about the supernatural. He hated lying but it was just a white lie.

(Andy)

During recess, Andy and Owen heard some older kids talking about how one wing of the school was haunted. That sounded dumb. Why would only one wing be haunted? Those kids probably didn't even know ghosts were real. Andy knew all about that. The story was even dumb. Apparently, there used to be an old teacher. The kids weren't very nice to her because they thought she was boring. One afternoon, when school was let out, she went to her classroom to put stuff away. Some kids snuck back into the school and pranked her. She got so scared that she had a heart attack and died. From then on, any kid who tried to go into that classroom would die from a heart attack. How dumb was that? There was an area that was blocked off though. So, maybe they were right. Why would the school just keep a ghost around? Maybe they didn't know how to get rid of it. Andy knew how and so did Owen.

April picked Andy up from school and told him they were going to Bobby's house.

Andy was disgusted. "But mama, she's mean."

April hid her smile. "She is just a little girl. You can keep her from listening in on things she shouldn't."

Andy sighed. He could do that, but he wouldn't like it. If Ian didn't listen, he could kind of tackle him and sit on him until an adult showed up. He couldn't do that with Krissy, and he already knew she didn't listen at all.

(Bobby's house)

The research and conversation were moved to the side room that had been built when April and Caleb got married. It was clear of clutter, and they could spread paper out more easily. Kate sat her art project on her lap and continued winding string around the nails. Her hands needed something to do. She was on her third frame and mindlessly laying down lines.

Charlie organized the new information on her computer and used Bobby's printer to print out the sheets.

John used a cork board to lay out some of the information and yarn to show that some kids were connected by one thing or another.

Taylor tried to keep his mind off of his own sorrows. Self-pity wouldn't do him any good and everything was behind him. That is what he told himself, at least.

Dean had him go outside to the porch swing under the guise that they could keep an eye on the kids after Andy got there. It also gave Taylor a moment to talk if he wanted to. He had given John the opportunity to take over the day before. Kate responded better to Dean and Taylor probably needed John more at that time. Dean could vouch for just how badly parents could mess someone up. Things were a whole lot better with John, but a lot of Dean's bad habits and character issues were due to a confusing relationship with John when he was younger. He had a savior complex he couldn't get rid of. Even though things had been wonderful for a while, he would carry that complex with him throughout life.

Ian ran, or fell, up the steps when he was released from his car seat. He knew that Karen would give him all the snacks that he could wish for. He was also still best buds with Bobby and could get things that he wanted.

Andy stopped outside. He didn't really want to talk to Krissy. He thought about asking Dean about the school ghost but didn't want Dean to think he was stupid. It was just a dumb story.

Cameron returned so Karen had Krissy go outside with the boys.

Krissy stomped down the steps and turned to stick her tongue out at Andy.

Dean nearly laughed at the look on Andy's face. He told Taylor it was okay to go inside. He'd stay out and keep an ear out for trouble. With Ian in the mix, trouble was very likely. Dean wanted a moment to himself too. He was developing knots along his shoulders from the stress.

Kate tethered Cameron and sat the pendant down. He was able to manifest for a few minutes at a time. Kate and Charlie gently explained things to him, just in case his spirit was angered.

"We think, this doctor did something to me when I was a baby. He saved notes from my chart." Kate said. "There are others, but we are missing a lot of information."

Cameron confirmed that there were others. There were two other kids that stayed in a treatment area with him. They were there for at least a week, and he thought they were siblings. They might have even been twins.

None of the files reflected that but it was likely that they didn't have all of the files.

When Cameron began to grow upset, Kate showed him some of her drawings or read from a book.

It had been a long time since Cameron got to hear anything interesting. There was no tv or comic books where he was. There was only darkness.

Dean was just about to go back inside when he heard a blood curtailing scream. He ran out to where the kids were and froze.

Andy was wide eyed when he saw Dean.

Krissy was screaming and shaking her head.

"Andy?" Dean asked in a low tone.

Andy pointed to Krissy. "She hit me with a stick, so I put a worm on her head."

Dean turned away because he couldn't prevent himself from chuckling. He rubbed Krissy's head. "There, no more worm." He grabbed her before she launched herself at Andy.

Rod made his way over and asked what was going on.

"They are just having a disagreement" Dean said, still holding Krissy back.

Andy scoffed. "She hit me."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to let him deal with her?"

Andy looked down at the ground. "No. She's just a little girl."

Dean crouched down. "I'm about to let go of you and if you are still flailing, you are going to hit the ground."

Krissy stopped fighting him.

"Don't hit him. Andy don't put worms on her. See, I grew up with Sam and that is something I would have done to him. This time, I'm going to let you two go. If you keep fighting with each other, I can't promise somebody else is going to be as understanding." Dean said. He was far too amused to chastise them.

Andy held his hand out to shake Krissy's to call a truce. He rolled his eyes. "Just shake my hand and go play with barbies or something."

Krissy gave him a death glare.

Rod patted Dean on the shoulder. "I think I can referee if you want to head inside."

Krissy calmed down with Rod there. She poked Andy's hand. "There, I shook it."

Dean grinned as he walked away. He may have gotten into trouble for putting bugs on girls' heads a time or two.

Cameron had to rest again so he was let go.

Research was at a standstill for a while until Charlie could find more information online.

Kate browsed the files as she sat beside Bobby's desk. That was the only way that John would let her look at them.

Before dinner was served, John decided to clean out his truck. He'd be headed out again and didn't like grime to just sit there.

Taylor helped him.

Dean sat on the hood of the impala to give Taylor directions, should he need them.

Taylor cleared out the passenger's side floorboard and under the seat. He sorted items to throw the trash away. His hand landed on something silky, and it caused him to jerk his hand back. He reached back under the seat and used two fingers to grab the object. He held it up and turned to Dean.

Dean choked on his drink. His eyes twinkled and he used a small stick to take them from Taylor. "Uh, dad."

John looked over the seat of the truck. His eyes widened.

Dean grinned. "Are these Pamela's?"

John glared at him.

Dean was enjoying himself too much. "Why were they under your seat?

John snorted.

Taylor rubbed his hand down the side of his jeans. "Yeah, why were they under your seat?"

Dean teased John slightly and tossed them back to him.

John caught them and shoved them into his pocket. He snapped his head up when he heard Dean make an off color, but very Dean, comment.

Dean's voice rose. "I didn't say that!"

John eyed him.

Taylor slid down the side of the truck, onto the ground. He held his stomach because he was laughing but trying to be quiet.

Dean lightly kicked him. "Dad, I'm serious. I didn't say that."

John stood up straight. "It sure as hell sounded like you did."

Dean looked down at Taylor. "What? You can mimic voices now?"

Taylor had intended to say it like Dean, but it came out exactly as Dean's voice. He was shocked but the look on Dean's face was priceless.

John cleared his throat. "So, which one of you said it?"

Taylor got up. "Uh, I did but I just read his mind."

Dean smacked him in the chest. "Bull. Don't use your abilities on me!"

John didn't break eye contact with either of them. He reached above his head and broke off a limb from the tree above him. He didn't bother stripping it of the bark and leaves.

Taylor swallowed hard. "I was... we were joking."

John looked down for a moment. Ian was playing with a truck by John's feet. He reached down for his hand and walked him around to their side of the truck. He gave the boys a smirk when they glanced at each other. He handed the large stick to Ian and gave him a gentle nudge, "Go get 'em."