(Summer of 1967) **John's mom's name is Millie as per the show**
A 13-year-old John Winchester walked home from the small town's baseball field. He had spent hours there with his friends. It was the heat of the day, and he was hungry so he made a beeline to where he knew his mom would be. She had gotten her hands on a rundown bed and breakfast and put her blood sweat and tears into bringing it back to life.
John did well in school and had a few close friends, but he also had a few enemies. He was different and got picked on from time to time. He was the only kid in his class that didn't have both parents. He was embarrassed that he lived at the bed and breakfast. His mom said that it would save money since they'd be there anyway. It just made him stand out.
He heard the catch of a bike chain and groaned. The Hall family lived in a fancy house not too far from the bed and breakfast. Their dad was a big shot lawyer or something and they always had the best clothes and shoes. They had also gotten new bikes, which they made sure that everyone in town knew about.
Jay Hall was the older brother. He was 14 and had a punchable face. He wore his hair slicked back and John thought it looked stupid. Leonard Hall was 13 and his hair was curly. John thought he looked stupid too. He didn't have to turn around to know that they had decided to follow him home. He felt something hit him in the back and clinched his fists.
Jay hopped off of his bike, holding another rock. "What's the matter, Johnny?"
John turned to face him. "It is John, and I was having a good day until you showed up."
Jay and Leonard took turns teasing John, trying to get him to react.
John controlled himself until Leonard suggested that his dad had abandoned them because his mom didn't give it up enough. His fist connected with the younger Hall's jaw and then the fight broke out.
An older man broke the fight up and sent the boys in opposite ways. He knew all three kids and wasn't fond of the Hall family either. He tossed John his handkerchief. "You might want to clean up before your mama sees you."
John kicked rocks as he walked. His clothes were covered in dirt and his jeans had a large rip at the knee. He knew how his mom felt about fighting. He just wanted to eat and cool off. Maybe, if he changed and cleaned up, she wouldn't know.
Millie, unfortunately, was outside watering the flowers when she saw John trying to sneak around to the back door. "John Eric, get over here."
John took a deep breath and approached her wearily.
Millie shut the water off and looked at his face. "What happened to you?"
"I got jumped." John said.
Millie just looked at him.
"Look, the Hall boys wouldn't shut up." John continued.
Millie turned her son toward the front door. "Go get cleaned up and then we will talk."
John made quick work of it, hoping to stash the ripped jeans somewhere that she wouldn't see them. She was always a stickler for keeping clothes in good condition. They couldn't afford to buy a new pair. He'd just wear his other set every day.
Millie made a sandwich and poured John a cold glass of lemonade. She had him sit down and got a good look at his face. "Can I assume that those boys look about like you do?"
John pulled his face away. "Yes, ma'am."
"You know I don't like you fighting." Millie scolded.
"What was I supposed to do? Let them hit me and not get hit back?" John asked.
Millie narrowed her eyes. "Don't use that tone with me."
John was 13. He was nearly grown and tired of being picked on. He gritted his teeth. "It isn't fair. I get picked on for not having a dad. I get picked on for living in this dump. I get tired of it!"
Millie put a hand on her hip. "I can't help that your dad isn't here. You know that. You just have to ignore them. I'll be lucky if Lyle Hall doesn't sue us out of house and home."
John got up. He didn't want the lecture. He was resentful and bitter. Perhaps that came with the age. He headed for the door, ignoring his mom.
"John Winchester, you get back in here right now." Millie said in a firm tone.
John paused for a moment before opening the door and looking at Millie. "I'm going back to town." He slammed the door behind him and started to step off of the rickety porch. He was promptly yanked back by an unwavering pain in his ear. He had left her standing in the kitchen and hadn't even heard the door open again. Dammit she was fast. He winced and protested but couldn't do much because she also had an impressive grip strength.
Millie led her son back to the small kitchen and made him sit down again. She put her hands on the table and leveled him with a glare.
John rubbed his ear.
"Don't you ever slam a door in my face again. Do you hear me? Better yet, you had better not slam any door again. I am working myself to the bone to get this place looking nice. We won't always be this poor. I am trying, John. I've been doing this alone since you were four years old, and this is what I get?" Millie seethed.
John felt a bit sheepish and very guilty. "I'm sorry, mom."
Millie rounded the table and got eye to eye with him. "You might be taller than me, but I swear to god if you disrespect me like that again I will wear you out with a switch."
John's shoulders shot up to his ears. She didn't make idle threats. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I just got angry at them and took it out on you. It won't happen again."
Millie softened. "Now, eat your lunch then go get me those jeans you tucked away."
John froze.
"I'll mend them this time but you're going to learn how to mend too. Don't try to tell me that is a woman's job because I will slap you into next week. If you're going to run around acting like some type of heathen, you are going to learn to fix your mistakes." Millie said. She let him think about what she said and then placed a kiss on the top of his head. He was getting too big for that, so she took advantage of the opportunity while he was sitting down. She stepped back. "And wash your hair tonight. You smell like a wet dog."
(2002)
John helped Bobby clear away pieces of wood from the door. He helped take measurements and apologized for Taylor's actions.
Bobby had Karen go with him to the store so that she could pick out a new door. Maybe it was a bit cowardly of him, but he had no desire to stay for World War three either. They needed a door immediately or they would be an easier target.
Kate was unsure of what to do. Should she calm John down? He seemed kind of calm. He seemed like he was lost in space.
John swept up debris from the porch and emptied the dustpan into a trash can. "Say what you want to say, Kate."
Kate tiptoed closer to him. "He's going to live, right?"
John snorted and sat down on the porch swing. "That depends on how he acts after running a few miles."
Kate tentatively sat down beside him. "You seem to be deep in thought."
John leaned back. "I was thinking about one time that I slammed a door in my mother's face."
Kate raised both eyebrows. "I'm intrigued." She shifted so that she could sit on her legs.
"I got an earful for it." John said.
"So, Taylor can just get a lecture?" Kate asked.
"He tore the door from the hinges." John said. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I've slammed a few doors, I suppose."
Kate studied his face for a better read on his mood. "A few."
John stood up, placing a hand on Kate's shoulder. "You just worry about yourself."
Kate frowned. "Don't strangle him."
John told her to go inside. "Go draw or something."
Kate slowly stepped toward the door. "How are you going to make sure bad guys don't break in if your attention isn't on the missing door?"
John raised an eyebrow.
Kate took another step.
John sighed. "Go before I have to whip your butt too."
Kate held her hand over her chest. "This is what I get for being the calm one for once."
John waved her off. "You're not helping."
Kate smirked as she went inside. She saw a half smile before he turned his face away from her. She couldn't help Taylor, but she did break down some of John's walls. That couldn't hurt.
Taylor had sorted through his thoughts as he ran. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why had he slammed the door? Why had he even gotten irritated? He would need new shoes if he ran a hole through the bottom of his current pair. He skidded to a stop because John had walked off the porch and was standing at the start of the running path. He couldn't read John's expression.
"Are you ready to stop?" John asked.
Taylor wasn't sure. "Yes?"
"Shop." John said simply.
Taylor followed him reluctantly. He still couldn't read John.
"Bobby and Karen went to get a new door." John said.
Taylor swallowed. "I'll help fix it."
John nodded slowly. "You'll help rebuild the door facing too."
Taylor wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt. "I didn't mean to slam it like that. I can't always control my strength."
"You planned to slam it though." John said.
Taylor looked down at his feet.
John leaned back against the shop table. "Is this because of your file?"
Taylor rubbed his head. "I don't think so."
"Do you know what caused it?" John asked.
Taylor shook his head.
"I was 14 once. I thought I had it all figured out and was nearly grown. I'd get bent out of shape and irritated. I wasn't always rational." John said, remembering a time many years before.
"My file doesn't help." Taylor said.
"No, I'm sure it doesn't. I think, this time, you got cocky. You got bigheaded. You are 14 and have a girlfriend. You are a star on the team. You've had a good run. I'd say you are pretty comfortable here too. All of those are good things but I think this is your teenage side coming out, not your traumatized kid side." John said, calmly.
"Are those separate?" Taylor asked.
"Not always but I need to know what I am looking at." John said, eyeing Taylor. "Am I dealing with a reaction to your file or am I dealing with a reaction to being a normal hormonal kid?"
Taylor didn't respond.
John nodded, knowingly. "I've slammed a few doors. I was 13 the last time I did until after Mary died."
Taylor looked up. "That is an understandable gap."
John nodded again. "My mother said it was disrespectful to her and to the house."
Taylor wasn't sure where John was headed.
"I lost that along the way and just remembered it earlier." John said.
Taylor cringed. "Kinda jarred the memory?"
John lightly blew air through his nose. "You could say that. Although, back then, she tried to yank my ear off the side of my head and threatened to wear me out with a switch."
Taylor looked worried. "You're not going to, right?"
"I don't need to pull you around by your ear. I'm not 5 foot 1 and 100 pounds. You won't be going on that field trip." John said.
Taylor's face fell. "You weren't going to let me go anyway."
"We don't know if this spell is going to work as well as we think it should." John said.
"I'm a nephilian. I can protect myself long enough to call in back up." Taylor tried.
"That may be the case. I looked into the route and the venue. I had planned to talk to you about it but none of that matters because you've been carrying around a sour attitude for days." John said, a bit more firmly.
"Isn't that part of being a teenager?" Taylor asked.
"It is, to an extent." John said. "I'm not going to let you by with it, though. I didn't let Sam or Dean. My mom sure as hell didn't let me."
Taylor kept his mouth shut. He wasn't sure what was going down.
((TW))
John slipped his belt from its loops.
Taylor frowned. "You've taken away the trip. Isn't that enough."
"What do you think?" John asked.
"I think it is enough." Taylor said.
John just shook his head. "Would you prefer I make you go cut a switch?"
Taylor quickly said no. He just turned and bent over the shop table. Of all the things to get him into trouble, how stupid was a stupid teenage attitude?
John made quick work of laying down licks. He just needed to make a point and not drag it out. He knew Taylor didn't mean to break the door.
Taylor slowly stood up when John let him. He hissed but it hadn't been horrible.
((ETW))
John pulled him into a quick side hug. "Cool it. Stop slamming doors. I'll do the same. Lord knows my mother rolls in her grave each time I do."
Taylor grimaced. "We could always do what we did with Karen."
John smacked the back of his head. "Go measure the door and start gathering wood."
Kate was at the door, or what used to be the door, she gave Taylor a hopeful look and relaxed when he said he was okay. She grumbled when John walked through her, making her step back. "An excuse me would be nice."
John tilted her chin up so she'd look at him. "Help Taylor with measurements."
Kate scoffed. "Like I know how to build a door frame."
John nudged her. "You want to talk to him. You'll do it outside of your head."
Kate started to say something but decided not to. "Thanks for not strangling him."
John took a deep breath. "Now go before I strangle you." He shook his head when she ran outside. She and Dean both turned to sarcasm and humor when they were unsure what else to say. Also, both had no idea when to shut up.
Kate ran outside. "Are you okay?"
Taylor sighed. "Yeah. I can't go on that field trip, though."
Kate handed him the tape measure he was looking for. "That isn't so bad, right?"
Taylor just looked at her.
"Oh, you got both. Was it bad?" Kate asked.
"You are nosey. I'm fine. It wasn't horrible." Taylor said.
Kate crossed her arms. "Well, that ruins my plans for the rest of the day. I had an argument planned. I get both when I do something silly. I assumed he do one or the other and I'd have fuel for my defense."
"Do you have a death wish?" Taylor asked with a small laugh.
"No. I'm compiling evidence to show that his methods don't work." Kate said.
Taylor had her hold one end of the tape measure so he could measure the door frame. "I thought you were on the straight and narrow."
"I am. I just have theories." Kate said.
John cleared his throat. "What are those?"
Kate spun around. "Hmm? Oh, Taylor needs your help picking out boards."
Taylor lightly shoved her. "She is building up ways to argue with you."
Kate slapped him. "I am not."
John took the scrap piece of paper with measurements on it and stepped around them. "Kate, you'd have to be in bad shape to not be thinking of ways to argue."
"That is offensive." Kate said.
"And you're cruising." John said.
Kate scrunched her nose. "I'm going to go inside. I'm not wanted out here." She called Charlie to check on the potion situation.
Charlie brightened. "What's crackin?"
"Taylor broke the door and no one loves me anymore so I'm up in my room brooding." Kate said, sarcastically.
Charlie started to ask about the door but skipped over that tidbit. "The stuff that spilled has been neutralized. The tree house will one day be used again."
"That is good. That was a close call." Kate said.
Krissy was curled up next to Charlie. "You gotta read."
"Hi, Krissy." Kate said.
Krissy crossed her arms.
Charlie sighed. "I'm reading to her and apparently you've interrupted."
Kate smiled. "Fine, finish reading and call me later." She wasn't going to call Sam or Dean just in case so she messaged Hannah instead. She was 30 minutes deep into a text conversation before she heard her name being called. She walked to the edge of the stairs.
"The boys are going to install the door. Do you want to help me in the kitchen?" Karen asked.
Kate shrugged. "Sure." She liked helping Karen as a form of 'girl time' but they needed more. "How cool would it be to have some chickens?"
Karen looked out the back window. They had the perfect patch of grass for a few chickens. "We wouldn't need to buy eggs."
"Goats?" Kate asked.
Karen smiled. "I'm not sure Bobby would be okay with that."
"Goats and salvage yards go together. They'd eat the weeds and stuff." Kate said.
Karen felt her devious side bubbling to the surface. "Go look up goats for sale on Bobby's computer."
"Can we actually get goats?" Kate asked.
Karen leaned over to her to whisper. "I'm not so sure about that but let's make him sweat."
Kate giddily made a beeline for Bobby's office.
Bobby poked his head inside the door. "What are you doing?"
Kate smiled sweetly. "Looking something up for Karen."
(The next day)
Taylor felt better without all of the tension. He would need to tell Hailey that he wouldn't be going on the trip, but he couldn't figure out how. If he just said his dad said no, would she press the issue? If he said he was grounded, she'd want to know why. That was awkward. He didn't want her to think he was a violent person.
Kate sat up in her bed. "Just tell her dad said no and when she asks why, tell her we are visiting your grandparents and won't be back in time."
Taylor sat up too. "Hey, get out of my head."
"I'm not in your head. Your thoughts are in my head." Kate said. "I've never felt dumber."
Taylor threw his pillow at her. "You lie too much."
"It has gotten me this far in life. Hailey is squishy, she will not demand answers." Kate said with a yawn.
Taylor put his feet on the floor. "She is what?"
Kate stretched. "Squishy like a little jellyfish. She is so nice but has the defense system of an earthworm and will go with whatever you say."
Taylor couldn't argue with that. Hailey was sweet and got scared from Scooby Doo. "So, what are you?"
"Tired of hearing your voice." Kate said, sarcastically.
"I was tired of hearing yours yesterday and look where that landed me." Taylor said.
"You ripped the door off the house." Kate countered.
"Yeah, but it was all because I was annoyed. So, maybe I should just rat you out to dad, so you don't rip another hole in the veil." Taylor shot back
John and Bobby were sitting at the table when they heard a loud thump from upstairs.
Bobby sipped his coffee. "That doesn't sound good."
John leaned back. "They'll work it out. If they were fighting for real, you'd be out a few windows."
"Let me remind you what happened to that front one by the recliner." Bobby said.
John slowly nodded. He had gotten that frustrated phone call from Bobby nearly a decade before. 'These two idjits broke the damn window rough housing. Do you want me to dig the glass out of 'em or take 'em to the doctor?' "Between the two of them, you got really good at stitching people up."
Bobby grumbled as he usually did. John knew how to raise a bunch of hellions.
(At school)
Kate's rate of speech increased every time she was around Hannah. They understood each other and could talk rapidly. That seemed to be what girls did. Talking during class was out of the question so they chatted between classes. "No, they don't kill people. They just get donated bodies and put them in the trunks of cars and stuff."
A teacher walking by slowed down and gave them an odd look.
Kate gave him a sheepish grin. "Forensics." She giggled with Hannah when the teacher continued on his way. "Oh my gosh, I should ask if you could go too!"
Hannah gasped. "It is educational!"
Kate groaned. "Except we are going to get rid of ghosts. Oh, but I'm not allowed to help with that so there would be nothing dangerous for you."
Hannah nudged Kate. "You could always compel him if he says no."
Kate sucked air through her teeth. "Yeah, no. He doesn't like when I do that."
"Ah, live a little." Hannah said, jokingly.
Kate rolled her eyes. "This may be why they don't like when I talk to you."
Hannah jumped on Kate's back, wrapping her arms around her neck. "They love me, they just don't know it yet."
Taylor broke the news to Nate, but he was easy. He didn't want to disappoint Hailey. He frowned when she started to excitedly talk about the trip. "I can't go."
Hailey stopped. "Your dad said no?"
Taylor thought about what to say. "Yeah."
Hailey hugged him. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes. I just... messed up a little." Taylor said, not wanting to lie to her.
Hailey didn't press. "Well, I hope you aren't grounded for long. I need your help with Thanksgiving boxes."
Taylor wasn't sure why if it wasn't that close to Thanksgiving. It was kind of close. It was November. Where did the rest of the year go? "I think he'd be okay with that."
(Dean)
Dean finished his task for John and headed back to Sioux Falls. He was still under orders to take his time, so he thought he'd stop a few places along the way. He stopped at one bar and enjoyed a few drinks and a few rounds of pool. He checked in with a few hunters and found out about a strange occurrence not too far off the beaten path. He cleared it with John and let him know where he was headed.
Dean woke up early to start his drive. He made it to the town in question and asked around to find out what the locals knew. There were a few missing people. There were also a few theories that Dean didn't think were accurate. The town was small, and the superstitions ran deep. He didn't think that the trees snatched people up and ate them. He did look at a wooded area and didn't feel like any of them were going to turn into that grandmother willow tree from Pocahontas. He chided himself. It wasn't like he ever watched the movie. Okay, he didn't watch the full movie. He took a deep breath. Sam had fallen asleep on his arm, and he couldn't reach the remote, so he had to watch the dumb movie. He stopped walking. "Why am I arguing with myself?" He palmed his forehead. Now he was talking to himself.
He watched the sun start to sink lower behind the trees. "Damn fall and 4 pm darkness." He drove back to town and started to go into his motel room. He felt off. Was it a smell? He reached for his gun just as something zipped by him. He slowly entered an alleyway, making sure to watch his surroundings. It was too quiet. Something rushed him and caused him to step back. He started to fire his gun, but the creature was knocked off its course and slammed into a nearby wall.
Older Kate pulled her knife from the strange creature. She turned and tossed it to Dean. "Put your gun away. Use this."
Dean caught it but before he had time to ask her anything he saw something leap from atop a building. He swung the knife and killed whatever it was. He turned. "What the hell is that?"
Kate turned so her back was to Dean's back. "They run in packs."
The next few minutes were a bloodbath.
Dean stumbled, exhausted from the exertion. He saw Kate for a moment, but she took off running. He stepped over bodies and staggered after her. Was she running away or running toward? He found his footing and took a side street. He heard voices and slowly approached the edge of a building. He could see Kate talking to one of those creatures. They could talk? What? He saw that the building was a warehouse. He could get closer. He picked the lock and slipped into the building. He slowly made his way over to the side that Kate was on.
Older Kate was face to face with an alpha. He was stronger and more deadly.
"Who are you?" The creature hissed.
Kate didn't answer him. "You're the alpha, right?"
Dean saw the glint of a gun in the alpha's waist band. Monsters carried guns?
The alpha didn't approach Kate. She had wiped out his pack. She was dangerous. He reached behind him and pulled his gun out. "Where did you find the knife."
Kate took a step to the side. "Got it from a good friend."
The alpha hissed.
Kate took another step.
The alpha pulled the trigger twice.
Kate stumbled slightly. She looked at her shoulder and ribcage.
Dean felt his heart jump into his throat. He was about to kick down the door, but something stopped him.
Kate sighed. She pulled the bullet from her arm and ribs. "Okay, first, that was really rude. Second, you have shitty aim."
The alpha was perplexed. "Come any closer and I'll shoot you in the head."
Kate's stance changed. She crossed her arms over her chest. "You'll have to do better than a gun."
The alpha showed his teeth. "I'll rip your throat out."
Kate raised an eyebrow. "Or not." She saw the confusion in the alpha's eyes. "You're big, bad and scary, I'll give you that. You're used to being the hunter, stalking your prey and carrying them off into the night. That ends now."
The alpha stepped closer to her. "You arrogant little witch."
Kate didn't move. "Maybe you should be afraid."
The alpha's claws came out. "And why is that?"
Kate rolled her eyes. "Because Dean Winchester's behind you, dumbass."
Dean put a knife into the alpha's back and twisted it as he fell to the ground. He pulled it out when the alpha's life force faded away. He slowly looked up at Kate. "Are you going to explain any of this?"
Kate felt of her hair. "Can I use your shower?"
Dean walked her back to his motel room. "What are those?"
Kate peeled her jacket off. "Mutants?"
Dean stopped her. "Come again?"
"Things get a little weird." Older Kate said. "They've been a little weird. Since the freaks were let out, genetics kind of went haywire. Feel free to name them. We just call them mutants."
Dean took his jacket off as well. "Why did you come back?"
"Your gun wouldn't work against them." Kate said.
"So, I died?" Dean asked.
"No. You got away. I just needed something from the alpha." Kate said.
Dean growled when she shut the bathroom door.
Kate appeared a few minutes later. "Can I borrow a shirt?"
Dean threw his hands up and grabbed one of his t shirts. He turned his back to let her dress and continued his questioning as she tried to detangle her hair with her fingers. "Explain."
Kate gave up and just threw her hair into a bun. "Those mutants were killing people. In the morning, you could check it out, if you want. I don't have that much information. To build weapons against creatures, you need to know what they are made of. That alpha's blood will help."
Dean blinked. "So, you just knew exactly when and where they'd be?"
Kate chewed her lip. "I saw a memory."
Dean crossed his arms. "You read me."
Older Kate inched away from him. "Many years from now and we are going to wipe those things out before they spread."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "You chose this hunt because dad isn't with me."
Kate rolled her eyes dramatically. "Well duh."
"Is this a lucifer situation?" Dean asked.
"No. Just weapons." Kate said.
Dean held up the knife. "This worked just fine."
"Bioweapon, Dean." Kate said. "Go shower, you look like death."
Dean eyed her. "We are not done here."
Kate sat down on his bed to put the alpha's blood in a secure vial. In her time, things were complicated to say the least. The freak virus had a tendency to kill vampires. That is what gave them the idea.
Dean quickly showered and changed. He ordered food and sat beside older Kate. "Bioweapons?"
"Things happen. You know, cures, vaccines, poison that is creature specific." Kate said.
Dean slouched and studied his hands. "What was that out there?"
"You've got to be more specific." Kate said.
"You, being smug as hell and telling that thing I was behind him." Dean said.
Kate smiled. "You and I got caught in a similar fight when I was younger. I said it then and you liked it."
Dean sat forward. "What?"
Kate snapped her fingers. "Well, not you. You in an alternate reality."
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "What do you mean?"
Kate got up and backed her way to the door. "I met you in another reality but you're still my favorite Dean."
Dean fell back onto the bed when she disappeared. He could see why John was about to skin her last time she showed up. He studied the knife she had given him. He was going to ask about it but damn her and her timing. The knife was intricate. The carvings along the blade were unlike any he had ever seen. It looked to be mixed with more than one metal, but he was unsure how. It wasn't serrated. He carefully washed it in the sink and dried it. He'd see what Bobby thought of it.
(Sioux Falls)
Kate got a disgruntled call from Dean. "Do you need me to scry again?"
Dean snorted. "No. I just had an interesting conversation with your older self."
Kate was intrigued. "Oh, really?"
"Can you open portals or whatever?" Dean asked.
Kate furrowed her eyebrows. "You know I did."
"No, can you do it now?" Dean asked.
Kate chewed her cheeks. She could do something but not really open and close the veil at will. "I don't think so."
Dean let out a breath. "Older you said that you met the alternative reality version of me."
"I haven't yet." Kate said. "Maybe in the future."
Dean had one of those gut feelings. "Why are you awake?"
Kate scoffed. "You called me."
"Yeah, but it is late. Your phone should be off." Dean said.
"I was about to go to sleep, grumpy butt." Kate said.
"Let me know if you find out that you can open portals. Better yet, don't even try. We have enough to worry about." Dean said.
Kate looked at her hand. "Right now, I'm just wanting sleep."
Dean smiled to himself. "Good. Get all the sleep you can get because I'll be home tomorrow, and I don't want to deal with any of your sass."
Kate smiled too. "That sounds like a challenge to me."
Dean pulled his blankets back. "Be good."
Kate yawned. "You too." She sat her phone down and got into her own bed. She had wondered before if she could open a door to the other reality. She did something that time that Taylor saw her. It wasn't much though. However, if, at some point, she met alternate Dean, that meant that she could open doors. She let blue light leave her fingertips. What was someone supposed to do with that information?
