Kate's dreams were erratic. She tried to go back down stairs twice but Sam wouldn't let her. If she could figure out what was up with the trees, she could relax and sleep. Some time around 2 am, Kate finally fell into deep sleep. The exhaustion won out.

Sam was exhausted too. He had taken to throwing blankets down in front of the door and sleeping there. Of course she was frazzled and needed to know what the trees meant but she wasn't thinking clearly. Her eyes were blood shot and her notes were overlapping nonsense. She was over tired and he knew that she needed the sleep. She was cutting corners to find answers and it scared him. He heard movement down stairs and cursed silently. He very carefully opened the door and went down. "Don't move those."

Dean and Bobby both looked at him.

"Hold on. Let me take photos. Kate was up half the night, delirious, working on this. She will melt if you move something she deems important." Sam said. He took detailed photos of every inch of the spread. He couldn't make sense of how things were organized but at least she could put it back if she needed to. He realized that her mental state was fragile and didn't want to set her off for no good reason. After he took photos, he stacked the papers in the order that they were placed on the table.

"Are you done?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sam sighed. "Yeah, I think so. You didn't see her last night. I had to sleep on the floor to keep her from coming back down here." He held up her notes. "Look at these."

Dean frowned. "Are these supposed to make sense?"

Sam shrugged. "We can ask Taylor I guess." Sam told him about the spell with the penny and everything else Kate had told him.

"She took a book from my office?" Bobby asked.

Sam nodded. "Yes, but she did choose a spell that is harmless." He pointed to the one she had used. "I think she was actively trying to stay within the boundaries."

Bobby put the book back in his office and checked that the boxes hadn't been touched. Sam was probably right. "She didn't fool with the boxes either, that I can tell."

Taylor showed up in the doorway, behind Dean and startled him.

"What the hell, kid?" Dean said and moved so he could walk in. "I mean, happy birthday."

"Sorry." Taylor mumbled.

Dean scoffed. "Can you teleport now?"

Taylor smiled. "No, my joints just don't crack when I move."

Dean popped the back of his head. "Just wait until your 20s, it is all down hill from there."

"Kate's door is shut. I assumed she was still sleeping and didn't want to wake her up." Taylor said with a yawn.

Sam told him about Kate's late night. "She has only been asleep a few hours."

"That would explain the lack of pin pong ball activity this morning." He said and rested his head on the table.

The house was calm but not as bright without her chaotic energy in the morning.

"So we let her sleep. Take a look at these notes and see if you can make heads or tails of them." Sam said.

Taylor looked over the notes and then at the photos Sam had taken. "She thinks the family trees mean something?"

"Yes. At least I think so. She was out of it last night." Sam said.

Taylor rubbed his eyes. "We can't really look at trees, plural, if only my tree has branches."

"Right, so I will call dad." Sam said. "Maybe he knows a few more names."

Bobby sipped his coffee. "We know where Kate and Brian were born. I can call around and see if I can make any connections."

"While you all are trying to track down people, I'm going to be doing a salt and burn." Dean said.

Taylor tilted his head. "A ghost?"

"Yes. Your tree is pretty detailed, do you want to come and leave these two geeks to do research?" Dean asked.

Taylor's eyes flew open. "Go with you?"

"Well, yeah that is what I meant by do you want to come." Dean said.

"Really?" Taylor asked.

Dean huffed. "No, Taylor. I just like hearing myself talk."

Sam smirked. "You do like hearing yourself talk."

Dean sighed. "Do you want to go or not?"

Taylor nodded quickly. "Yes, I want to go."

"Don't go running up the stairs. If you wake Kate up I'm going to strangle you." Sam said.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Oh, look, Sammy grew a back bone."

Sam gave him a tired look. "Next time she is up all night, I'll wake you up so you can handle it."

"She would have been back in bed within ten minutes if you had woken me up." Dean said, smugly.

Taylor fidgeted nervously. "Um."

Dean looked over to him. "Yes?"

"Uh, what do I need to pack?" Taylor asked.

"I'll pack the gear. You bring your knife and an extra set of clothes. I'm not doing all the digging." Dean said.

Taylor forgot they would be digging up a dead person. "Right." He ascended the stairs silently and packed a bag.

"Does he remind you of a golden retriever?" Dean asked.

Sam furrowed his brows. "A little bit." Sam smiled. "Remember, way back, you used to take me on hunts. You know, before you replaced me."

Dean punched him in the arm. "I already know you can hunt. I have to test these two out before you run off to college."

Sam rubbed his arm. "I was worried about how badly you'd miss me but you've got a new brother just waiting for me to leave." He grinned and stepped back so Dean couldn't punch him again.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Taylor reappeared in the doorway with an excited look on his face. He was anxious to get going.

Dean opened the weapons cabinet to restock his bag. "Alright, Air Bud, fill this up with salt rounds."

Taylor didn't question the nickname and quickly filled a box with shells. "Want me to pack food?"

Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "Unless we bring a cooler, it wont stay good long. We aren't stopping at a motel."

Taylor considered the need for food preservation. "Snacks?"

"Snacks are good." Dean said and went back to stocking the bag.

Taylor dug through the snacks for things that were road trip worthy.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Do you feel older yet?"

Taylor smiled. "Nope."

"I hit adulthood so you have to take over the moody teenager role." Sam teased.

Bobby shook his head. "We don't need a moody teenager."

Taylor found suitable snacks and put them in a bag. "Thank you again, for everything."

Bobby tossed him jerky. "You are welcome. Happy birthday."

Sam gave his own version of happy birthday and went to check on Kate.

Dean zipped his duffle. "Alright, you ready?"

Taylor picked his bag up. "Yep!"

"Toss those in the back." Dean said and cranked the car.

Taylor put the bags down and took his seat in the front. He sat back and let the vibrations from the music travel through his body. This would be the first time he helped out on a hunt. Part of him was nervous but it was supposed to be an easy hunt. He hadn't been exposed to the horrors that Kate had. A ghost to her was probably no big deal. "How do you know who to dig up?"

"Research. Ghosts usually come from violent deaths. Once you know where the ghost is, you can narrow down who it might be. This one, another hunter has already figured out. He just can't do the grunt work because of an injury." Dean answered.

"What happened to this one?" Taylor asked.

Dean sighed. "Seems to be the ghost of a man who killed his wife and kid. He shot himself after."

Taylor cringed. "Happy birthday to me."

"I'll let you have the honor of lighting the son of a bitch." Dean said with a smile.

Taylor smiled back. "I have to say that is quite the unique way to spend a birthday."

"This is all I've ever known. I forget that it is weird to people who aren't used to it." Dean said.

"I'm getting used to it." Taylor said with a smile and stuck his arm out the window to feel the breeze.

Dean turned the music back up and cruised. The job should be quick and easy. They could get it out of the way and make it back to the lake for the mini birthday celebration. He'd call Bobby when they stopped to check on Kate. He also needed to con Misty into giving up Taylor's dad's name. School was going to start, which meant Sam had to make it to Stanford and the kids needed stuff for school.. He took a deep breath and shook his head. He found hunting easier than the domestic chaos that had developed since Kate arrived.

An hour later they reached the small town that held their destination. Most of the town was abandoned with only a few older residence remained. The town was once an epicenter for commerce but the mill had long since shut down. Taylor wondered if more than one house was haunted. He saw a tractor parked to the side of a house. Grass was growing around the wheels and rust covered the metal. It had been there for years. "Why are so many of these houses empty?"

"I guess when the mill shut down, people moved away." Dean said.

Taylor looked at the next house. "Why would they just abandon stuff though?"

Dean slowed the car and looked around. "That is a good question." He called the older hunter to ask for details. "There was a chemical leak. It got into the ground water and made people sick. So, they fled." Dean said.

"Except those people?" Taylor asked, tilting his head toward a house where an elderly woman was looking at them through a window.

Dean shivered. "Apparently."

"How are we going to dig up a body if it is daylight?" Taylor asked.

"Well, it is supposed to be where no one can see. No one lives back there because of the stories about the ghost." Dean answered. He found the small graveyard and stopped the car. "They buried this guy back here, with the other undesirables."

Taylor grabbed a shovel. "Why don't all of these people haunt the place?"

Dean furrowed his brows. "I don't know."

Taylor looked around. They were surrounded by trees and two ramshackle houses blocked them from view. "Which one are we digging up?"

Dean looked at a slip of paper in his hand and carefully paced straight and then turned right. "This one."

Taylor knelt down and pulled up the grass around a brick sized head stone. He stood up and stabbed the shovel into the dirt. "At least the ground is soft."

Dean marked out the general shape of the grave and worked on the other end. "Hopefully he isn't facing the other way."

They didn't talk as they dug. The sun was higher up in the sky and beating down on them through the trees.

Dean dropped his shovel and sat down, taking a drink from his water bottle. "It is easier to see during the day but man this is easier at night."

Taylor plopped down across from him. "It is a shame you can't use equipment. This was not as hard with the top layer that was soft."

"You jinxed us and equipment makes you stick out like a sore thumb." Dean said.

Taylor raised an eye brow. "Like your car and us out here doesn't make us stick out."

Dean groaned. "Just hope that the creepy lady looking out the window doesn't get too curious."

Taylor placed his palms on the dirt and closed his eyes. He focused his energy and felt it flow through his finger tips.

Dean felt the ground under him shift and jumped up.

Taylor's hands slipped through the dirt so quickly that he fell forward and landed with his face in the dirt.

Dean pulled him up by the back of his shirt. He laughed. "What was that?"

Taylor blinked through the dirt. "I was trying to move the dirt."

Dean grinned. "By trying to eat it?"

Taylor tried to wipe the dirt from his arms and face but the effort was only spreading the dirt around. "Should be easier to shovel."

Dean dug his shovel into the dirt and tossed a pile behind him. "Huh, what did you do?"

Taylor scooped some into his shovel. "It is kind of like when I moved the salt. You kind of disturb the particles."

"You could have done that earlier." Dean said with a smirk.

"I didn't think of it and didn't know it would work." Taylor said.

"It is useful but every time you do it I'm going to need a replay of that face plant." Dean teased.

Taylor crouched and placed one hand on the dirt. He stared at Dean's boots and grinned when Dean sunk a few inches.

"Whoa whoa." He stumbled back in search of solid ground. "If I fall on top of a body, I'm going to kick your ass."

"Scared of a body?" Taylor asked with a smile.

Dean threw a shovel full of dirt at Taylor. "No. Doesn't mean I want to touch one."

They dug until they hit the casket.

Taylor screwed his nose up.

"I'm guessing they didn't have a funeral and just threw him in a pine box." Dean said.

Taylor gagged. "That is bad."

"Here, I'll open it. You pour the salt in." Dean said.

Taylor pulled his shirt over his nose and held onto the can of salt.

Dean wedged his shovel into the lid and shoved it back. "Let's torch him."

Taylor emptied the salt into the box and pulled out a lighter. He lit a stick and threw it into the hole.

Dean wiped the sweat from his face.

"That's it?" Taylor asked.

"Should be. We can go to the house to make sure he is gone but this usually gets rid of them." Dean said.

Taylor watched the flames grow. He felt a sense of peace knowing that they got rid of someone that was truly evil.

Dean looked at Taylor. "You aren't getting in my car like that."

Taylor looked at his hands. "It is just a little dirt."

Dean pulled a face. "That is a whole lot of dirt and dirt does not belong in baby."

They walked back toward the car and stopped at one of the empty houses.

Dean found a water pump and lifted the handle. "Here, rinse off."

"I wouldn't do that." Came a hoarse voice from behind them."

They both spun around quickly.

"The water is toxic." The elderly woman said.

Dean shut the water off. "Right."

"Makes you go blind." She said and waved toward her own face.

Taylor noticed her eyes were foggy.

Dean reached behind him to where his gun was tucked into the back of his pants. "We are just leaving."

The woman leaned on her cane. "What are you two doing out this way."

"Just checking out the local ghost stories." Dean said, flicking his eyes for Taylor to step back.

The woman turned toward the area they had walked from. She could smell the smoke. "You boys put that fire out before you leave town. Trees around here are awful dry and we don't need a wild fire."

"Yes ma'am. We will do that." Dean said.

She turned and walked back into her house without another word.

"That was creepy." Taylor hissed.

Dean shoved him back toward the grave. "Let's just wrap this up and leave creepsville."

"Are we going to check on the house?" Taylor asked.

Dean stopped walking. "This way." He found the appropriate house and turned on the EMF reader. They quickly walked through the house and found nothing. "Okay, seems like he burned up."

"So now we just cover it back up?"

"Yep. Then we get the hell out of Dodge before the locals try to kidnap us." Dean said.

Taylor followed right behind him as they made their way to the man's grave. They tossed the dirt back in and patted it down.

Dean stopped Taylor at the car. "Hold on." He grabbed a towel from the back seat and handed it to Taylor. "Brush yourself off. I can't hose you down yet but some of that should fall off."

Taylor shook his hair out and wiped his skin. "It isn't going anywhere."

Dean placed towels down. "Sit down and don't move. First body of water that wont blind you, I'm tossing you in."

Taylor pulled his shirt off and placed it in a bag with his shoes.

Dean drove out of town and found a small truck stop. "They should have a shower." Dean said.

Taylor grabbed his back pack and followed Dean. "What happened to throwing me in?"

"You got lucky." Dean answered. The room was open with two shower heads. He tossed his own stuff on a bench and rinsed his face and arms.

Taylor let the water warm up. He peeled his jeans off and tossed them in the bag with his shirt. He ducked his head into the water to wash the bulk of the dirt from his hair. He scrubbed his scalp with his fingers until he felt the grit wash out. He worked his hands down his face and was glad that the water was warm. He went to open his eyes so he could wash his arms but his eyes were clouded. "I can't see."

Dean turned around. "Shit."

Taylor found the wall with his hand and kept rinsing his face.

Dean looked at the dirt stained water covering the floor. "I guess the dirt had a lot of clay." He handed Taylor a paper towel for his face.

Taylor dried his face and looked down. He felt sick to his stomach. He got flashes of a woman and child laying on the floor. He looked down at his hands and they were covered in red.

Dean steadied him. "Hey, it is just clay."

Taylor shook his head. "I can see them."

"Who?"

"The man's wife and kid." Taylor said.

Dean swore under his breath. "Okay, sit down over here. I'll wash the clay down the drain before someone comes in here and thinks I've tried to kill you."

Taylor dried his hair with a towel and scrubbed at his skin. The flashes happened so fast that he was dazed.

Dean got the floor back to its original shade and turned the water off. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I don't know what happened." Taylor said.

Dean turned so he could change out of his shorts.

"Maybe being around the body gave me some kind of insight." Taylor said. He managed to change into his second set of clothes.

"Are you okay mentally though." Dean asked again.

"It was just a flash. It was awful but he's probably roasting in hell right now." Taylor said.

"One of the perks of what we do. He had it nice top side. Not anymore." Dean turned back around and helped shove things into bags. "You have a mark on the back of your leg. Where did it come from?"

Taylor looked at him with a raised brow. "Why were you looking at the back of my leg."

Dean shoved him. "You had on shorts and I was trying to get all of the clay off of you before you passed out."

Taylor scoffed. "It is a birthmark."

Dean chewed the inside of his cheek. "Hell of a birthmark."

Taylor shrugged.

"If it is a birth mark, we should probably see if it looks like one of those marks like Kate has." Dean said.

Taylor sighed. "Okay."

Dean noticed the slump in his shoulders and wondered if it truly was a mark from birth. He wasn't sure why Taylor would lie if it wasn't. "What snacks did you pack?"

Taylor grabbed the bag from the back seat. "Jerky and these cheese bites."

Dean looked into the bag. "What is a cheese bite?"

Taylor handed him one. "It has bacon and chives in it. They are thawed now and are really good."

Dean popped it in his mouth. "I love your grandmother."

Taylor grinned. "She is pretty cool."

Dean swallowed the bite and reached for another. "Did you bring drinks or do you want to run in and get some? If you do, I'll take a coffee."

Taylor glanced at the small store attached to the truck stop.

"Come back with two waters, a coffee and one of those grape things if you want." Dean said, knowing Taylor would opt for water because it was cheaper.

Taylor took the bill from Dean and ran into the store.

Dean pulled his phone out and quickly called John. "Dad, when you talk to Craig, ask him about the mark on Taylor's leg. We are finished up here. Yeah, yes sir. Thanks." He hung up the phone and popped another bite into his mouth. He had been missing out on them his entire life and never knew it.

Taylor returned with drinks and got in the car. "Those are to share."

Dean mumbled with his mouth full. "You snooze you lose."

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Kate woke up mid morning and ran out of the bedroom. She slid down the railing on the stairs and stopped in the door way to the kitchen. Her eyes darted around and her blood boiled. She had worked so hard and someone just moved her stuff.

Sam heard her wake up and went to the kitchen.

"Where are they?" Kate demanded.

"We had to move them so people could eat."

Kate glared at him. She could feel tingling in her finger tips.

"Look, I took photos of everything and carefully stacked things according to how you had them laid out." Sam said.

Kate took the camera and looked at the photos.

"You are welcome." Sam said with a sigh.

Kate looked up at him. "Thanks."

"I'll help you put them back." Sam said. He grabbed a cork board he had found downstairs and pulled it into the kitchen. "Use this so you can move it around."

Kate put her papers back the way she had them and chewed on her fingers. "Thanks."

Sam sat down in the floor beside her. "Let me help."

Kate stared at the papers. "The trees."

"I'm going to get you something to eat." Sam said.

"I'm not hungry." Kate mumbled.

"You need to eat." Sam said and got up to make a PB&J sandwich.

Kate shook her head. "Not hungry."

Sam could see that she was still tired. "Well I'm making the sandwich and you are going to eat anyway."

Kate whipped her head around to look at him.

"Don't look at me like that. You can't think if your body doesn't have fuel."

"Fine." Kate grumbled.

Sam wanted to shake her back to her senses. She was obsessing and that always ended poorly. He chose a different approach. "It is Taylor's birthday. You and I can calmly work on this now so that we can all go to the lake when he gets back." There was an edge to his tone begging her not to snap on a day that was supposed to be focused on him.

"Where is he?" Kate asked, suddenly aware that the house was rather empty.

"He and Dean went on a salt and burn." Sam answered and finished the sandwich. He sat the plate down beside her.

"Thanks." She said with an apologetic smile.

"You said, last night, that you were working on a certain part of the tree. We could start there." Sam offered.

Kate bit into the sandwich. "I don't have enough information. It doesn't do us much good if we can't cross reference."

"My tree is pretty blank." Sam admitted. "I did talk to dad and he said he didn't know anything about his dad's side. His mother, Millie."

"Her name was Millie?" Kate asked in a high pitched voice.

"Yes. I had forgotten about that. You had a Millie on your side too." Sam said.

Kate pursed her lips. "Sam Millie?"

"Probably not. Different time frames." Sam said.

Kate sighed. "That would have been too easy."

Sam smiled. "We can't have that, now can we?"

"What was his dad's name?"

"Henry Winchester. He ran out and left Millie to be a single mother." Sam said with a distaste for the man.

"I'm guessing John doesn't know who his parents were?" Kate asked.

"Nope."

Kate sighed. "We should document our stuff. That way if we ever have kids, they wont have to summon dead relatives to figure out who they are related to."

Sam grinned. "You are quite the conundrum yourself. Actually, that makes me wonder if there are any adopted people in this mess of a web."

Kate chewed her lip. "We will just have a book on each of us, for future purposes. Ewan was adopted by Ada. So the two children weren't actually siblings."

Sam rubbed his temples. "Dad's mother, Millie, had two brothers and her parents are already on that paper. It is a dead end after that."

"So we work off of Taylor's." Kate said with a frown.

"There is too big of a gap." Sam said. "We don't know what happened after Ada left that cave."

Kate looked back through the photos for anything that she may have missed. "The penny." She looked around but couldn't find it.

"It fell off and I threw it back on the table last night. Dean or Bobby may have tossed it back in the jar." Sam said.

Kate furrowed her brows. "You threw it back on the table?"

"Yeah, just tossed it." Sam said.

Kate chewed the edge of her thumb. "So it could have just landed somewhere random?"

"I wasn't aiming for anything." Sam said.

"In this photo it is on a name." Kate showed him the picture.

"Jedidiah Campbell. The penny could have just rolled until it fell."

Kate shrugged and looked at Taylor's tree. She placed a pin at the aforementioned name. "Worth documenting just in case."

An hour into research, they had made zero progress.

Kate slammed her book down. "I'm looking at the damn trees! What am I supposed to see?" She uncrossed her legs and her foot hit the board.

Sam squeezed her knee. He looked up when he heard a small sound. He looked around and saw a pin on the floor. He looked at the board and furrowed his brows. "One pin fell off."

"Yeah, I kicked it." Kate grumbled.

Sam placed the pin back. "It was the one that you marked the name with."

Kate licked her lips. "So I guess this dude must be important."

"Looks like it." Sam grabbed his computer and looked up the name. "There are too many options."

"He is Marie's dad's uncle by marriage. So maybe look at his wife." Kate said.

Sam looked up a combination of the names. "Nope."

Kate traced her fingers down the line. "Do the books mention him?"

Sam went to ask Bobby.

Kate focused back on the tree. "Come on. I can't do this alone." She held up Sam's tree beside Taylor's.

Bobby opened up the notebook full of notes. "I don't think I've seen a Jedidiah Campbell mentioned. There isn't much about his childhood or anything for him to mention his aunt."

Kate slid into the office. "Can I see that?" She frantically flipped through the pages until she found a list of unknown people. "H.W. 1958. How old was John when his dad left?"

Bobby rubbed his chin. "Four or five if I remember right."

Kate poked the book. "Henry Winchester. 1958. Four years after John was born."

Sam looked at the writing. "It doesn't say what happened in 1958."

Bobby looked at his note to find the book that mentioned H.W. "There was a meeting. There are other initials here too but H.W. is underlined."

"So it could be him. I know it is a stretch but come on." Kate said.

"I don't know, Katie." Sam said, uneasily.

"Look up the names." Kate said.

Sam typed them into a search bar. "There is nothing."

Kate growled in frustration. She went back to the trees and stared at them. "Jedidiah had two sons. Those two sons both got married. One had a daughter. The other had two sons. Great record keeping but this tells me nothing." She mumbled to herself. "Samuel Campbell married Deanna." She said in amusement. Those names were familiar and she thought the female version of Dean's name was good ammo to tease him with. They had a daughter and that is where that line ended. Great. Dead end.

Bobby walked into the kitchen. "Any luck?"

Kate grumbled. "No. I thought I was on the right track but this branch just ends. These people had a daughter but it doesn't say if she grew up and got married."

Bobby crouched down next to her. "The answer may not be here."

"It is. I just can't see it." She pointed to the space with the name of the baby girl. "Everything just stops."

"Maybe this Mary Sandra died as a baby?" Bobby questioned.

Kate froze. Mary Campbell. She had heard that name. She knew that name. She wrapped her arms around Bobby's neck and almost knocked him off balance. She quickly dialed John's number.

"Hey, I'm a little busy. Can this wait?" John answered.

"I just need two minutes." Kate said.

"Alright, shoot."

"Do you know much about Mary's family?" Kate asked.

"Not a whole lot, Katie. Why?" John asked.

"What were her parents names?"

"Kate, now isn't a good time." John said.

"Were they named Samuel and Deanna and was Mary's middle name Sandra?"

John was silent for a few moments. "Yes."

Kate's mouth dropped open. "That's her." She said to Bobby.

"Katelyn, you are almost done with your two minutes." John warned.

Bobby took the phone. "Kate has been looking at these family trees and one of Taylor's ancestors got married to a Campbell. Way down this tree, ends with a Mary Sandra."

John stopped walking. "What?"

"Looks like Taylor and your boys may share some blood." Bobby said.

John felt his face growing numb. "How?"

"It is distant but I don't see those names being a coincidence. Your boys are named after her parents, I assume." Bobby said.

John was stunned. "Yeah, Mary insisted. Dean was better suited for a boy than Millie was. Uh, I've got to get going here. I have a demon in a trap."

Bobby let him go. He knew he'd need time to process.

Kate was in tears. "See, the trees."

"Okay, what does that help though?" Bobby asked.

Kate shrugged. "Maybe we are all related."

Sam had been upstairs when the discovery was made and walked into the kitchen to see the confused looks on both of their faces.

"You and Taylor are... cousins?" Kate said, unsure of herself.

Bobby pointed to the paper.

Sam took in a deep breath. The powers that be were showing how long they had been at play.

Kate was vibrating from the rush. She felt the tips of her ears grow warm and then everything went black.

Bobby caught her before she hit the floor.

Sam helped get her to the couch. "Was she using her abilities?"

"I don't know. I don't have the mojo to know when she is doing that."

Sam tried to read her but was pushed out. He rubbed her arm and spoke softly to her.

Bobby held her up and supported her head. "We are going to need to get her a helmet if she keeps doing this."

Sam brushed her hair from her eyes and jumped back when her eyes suddenly flew open.

Kate took off running to the kitchen and grabbed a pencil and paper. She wrote as quickly as she could.

Sam and Bobby followed her. Sam stood beside her incase she fell again. "What is it?"

"Grigori gave me this." Kate said. She handed Sam the paper.

Sam read it. "Is that why you blacked out?"

Kate sat on top of the table. "I didn't black out. I was pulled away. Look!" She motioned for the other trees and added a few more branches. She placed them strategically on the table and grinned.

Sam and Bobby didn't see it right away.

Kate jumped off the table and grabbed a crayon to trace the relevant line.

Sam gasped. "What the hell?"

"I thought it was you and Taylor that were connected." Bobby said.

"We are. I know we are but it is more than that." Kate said excitedly. "I don't know how this happened, in relation to Ada but if I was trying to keep two blood lines together, but not cross them, I'd add in a common line to make sure they didn't go too far."

"Your angel buddy told you this?" Bobby questioned.

"Showed me." Kate said.

Sam smirked at Kate. "This makes you a cousin too?"

Kate hugged him. "Yes. Henry's brother is my great grandfather."

Bobby reached for a drink. "This hurts my head."

Kate retraced the red line. "I am related to Sam and Dean on John's side and Taylor is related to them on Mary's side. I don't know why. I don't know what it means but how freaking cool is this?"

Sam patted her back. "So your mom is related to us?"

Kate nodded. "So that leaves my dad and Taylor's dad that we know nothing about."

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Dean answered his phone. He went to say hello but pulled it away from his ear. "Damn it, Kate. Stop doing that."

Kate settled down. "Dean, Dean, Dean. I found it. I looked at the trees and found it."

Dean sighed. "Did you get enough sleep?"

Kate growled. "Will you stop being Dean for like two seconds and let me explain this to you? I confirmed it and Bobby and Sam have seen it." She quickly told him about Mary's side and then went back and told him about John's.

Dean stopped the car beside the road. He glanced at Taylor and then back to the wheel. "Hold up. Slow down. Let me talk to Bobby."

Bobby took the phone and confirmed all that Kate had said. "When you two get back, we can show you the paper."

Dean got off the phone with Bobby and rested his head on the steering wheel.

"What is it?" Taylor asked.

Dean laughed.

"Is everything okay?" Taylor was worried.

Dean wiped his eyes. "Yeah, kid. Everything is great. I just don't know which way is up at this point."

Taylor stared at him.

"I was thinking, earlier that things are complicated and make me dizzy just thinking about them." Dean said.

"And?" Taylor asked.

Dean turned the car back onto the road. "Kid, we are cousins."

Taylor rubbed his face and laughed too.

"Weirdest birthday ever?" Dean asked.

Taylor nodded. "Best birthday ever."