Author's note: Sam will show back up in other chapters. Don't worry. I can't split up the dream team for too long.

Kate woke up in the middle of the night and stared at the empty space that Sam's bed had vacated. Her heart was sad. The room felt so empty without him. His bed and Dean's bed were still in Taylor's room so even her breathing seemed to echo in the emptiness. She got up and tiptoed to the other room. Taylor was fast asleep so she went to Sam's bed and took the blanket that he had left behind. She wrapped it around her shoulders and took it back to her bed. It smelled like Sam and calmed the ache in her chest.

When morning came, Bobby woke up and started about his day. It wasn't the first time that Sam and Dean had both been gone but knowing that Sam wouldn't be back made the silence worse. He sipped his coffee and started on research. 8 a.m. rolled around and the kids were still sleeping so he decided to wake them up. He got Taylor up and then went to Kate's room. He smiled when he saw her curled into Sam's blanket. He gently shook her shoulder. "Time to get up."

Kate stretched and pulled Sam's blanket over her face. She inhaled and groaned when Bobby kept shaking her."

Bobby tugged on the blanket. "Up an at 'em."

Kate reluctantly left the bed and the blanket behind.

"What are we doing today?" Taylor asked.

Bobby sat back down with his coffee. "You two need stuff for school, don't you?"

Taylor shrugged. "I'm good. I can just use everything I used last year. I got clothes from Sam and Dean."

Bobby eyed him. "Shoes?"

"I lost my boots to the clay incident but my other shoes are fine." Taylor said.

Bobby grumbled. "Go put them on."

Taylor bit his cheek but put the shoes on.

"Alright, come here." Bobby said. He felt of where Taylor's toes were. "They are fine, huh?"

Taylor pulled his foot back. "Yeah, they'll work for another year."

"We will get you some shoes after breakfast." Bobby said.

"It is okay." Taylor said. "Nate probably has an extra pair he outgrew."

Bobby pushed his chair back. "We are going to go get shoes after breakfast."

Taylor sighed.

"You need good shoes, son." Bobby said and went to replenish his cup. "If you are worried about the cost, Kate did take that money for you. However, Kate is due new shoes to and we will all be going. There is no shame in needing things."

"I know. I just..." Taylor dropped his shoulders.

"Consider it a thank you for saving Kate." Bobby said with a chuckle.

Kate crossed her arms. "Just beating a dead horse aren't you?"

"Which shoes do you need?" Bobby asked.

Kate shrugged. "My boots still fit."

Bobby rubbed his face. "You two are giving me gray hair. Go eat and then look at what you need for school."

### ###

Sam woke up to a pillow slamming into the back of his head. "Dean, seriously. There is no reason to be up before the sun."

Dean hit him again. "You need a shower. I'm going to grab food."

Sam rolled out of bed. He hadn't noticed how much time had slipped by since they had been in a motel. It always went the exact same way. Dean woke up first and tormented him until he stumbled into the shower. Dean or John got food and they'd eat quickly before they left or shove it in their mouths on the way to the car. Their lives were chaotic but some things were the same no matter what. The monotony had faded with the new arrivals and it felt comfortable to have a bit of mindless routine.

Dean grabbed food from a local coffee shop and walked back toward the motel. The sky was painted a rainbow of colors and the birds had just started to sing. He rolled his eyes and ducked his head as he walked into the motel room. Kate had made him stop and look at the sky so many times that he caught himself doing it when she wasn't around. She wormed her way into his head and heart and he wasn't mad about it. "Sammy!" Dean bellowed as the door slammed.

Sam pressed his head against the wall of the shower. "Give me a minute!"

Dean rolled his eyes and bit into the pastry he had grabbed. He frowned. It wasn't as good as Marie's.

Sam finished his shower and ran his fingers through his hair to detangle the strands. He pulled on his jeans and exited the bathroom with a trail of steam.

Dean pointed to the muffin and coffee. "All they had was a coffee shop."

Sam sat down and ate the small breakfast. He started to wake up although the coffee was weak. "We should hit up a restaurant that isn't a diner.. for lunch."

Dean threw his trash into the basket. "What is wrong with diner food?"

Sam smirked. "I just figure it wouldn't hurt to try something else."

Dean brushed the crumbs from his shirt. "You are in charge of picking the place then."

### ###

John sipped his own cup of coffee and looked out the window.

"You still thinking?" Missouri asked.

John sighed. "Yeah."

"Take your time then." Missouri said and sat to drink her tea. She could see through the gritty exterior that put fear into the hearts of men. She could see the walls around the soft center of a man who had lost too much. He never let himself get to the acceptance stage of grief. "You thought you missed the window of being needed, didn't you?"

John turned slowly and squinted his eyes. "What makes you say that?"

Missouri chuckled. "I have gifts, remember? You took off as soon as you felt like Dean could take care of Sam. They needed you something fierce but you rationalized it all by trying to get revenge. Then, you realized both those boys were grown. Sam is going to college and Dean is a man in his own right. You felt like you lost that opportunity. I think that is why you have such a soft spot for those kids."

John sat down on the couch. "I hate when you do that."

"Mhm, yet you still visit." Missouri said. "How does it make you feel when Dean calls you for advice?"

John thought about it. "I guess I don't mind it. I messed up a lot with him and I am not sure why he comes to me."

"That boy idolizes you." Missouri said.

John smirked. "At least one of 'em does."

### ###

With Taylor and Kate in tow, Bobby set out on a day of errands. They stopped at the school to ensure that registrations were updated.

The woman at the front desk was cheerful and bright. She heard about what happened to Taylor's family but tried not to show it. "What can I help you with today?"

Bobby placed a small stack of papers on the counter. "I have no idea what I am doing but I need to get these two registered... or updated.."

Ms. Ray smiled brightly. "I can help with that." She looked over the papers and entered information into the computer. She noted the name change from Kate and entered the new name into the system. She frowned when she got to Taylor's papers. Poor thing had just lost his parents and was staying with Mr. Singer for a while. She finished the data entry and smiled again. "You just need to make sure you are up to date on shots and I'd suggest getting those physicals now." She said. She knew Taylor was quite the athlete.

As they walked back out to Bobby's car he tucked the new set of papers under his arm. "That was easier than I thought it would be."

Kate was reading one of the sheets that gave information about health screenings. "It says I need some stuff. How are we going to do that?"

Bobby furrowed his brows. "We will just make a doctors appointment."

Kate chewed her nails. "If I get shots, I don't think it will be an issue. The spots are small and they cover it with a bandaid so they wont see it heal. What if they need to draw blood? What if they ask too many questions?"

Bobby sighed. "What are you expecting them to do that would sell you out?"

Kate shrugged.

"So, if they found something kind of off, couldn't you just compel them to forget about it?" Taylor asked.

Bobby rubbed his face. "Only if it is something that would compromise you." He hadn't thought about how much harder it would be to keep things under wraps once they went back to school. "Both of you need to be cautious. If you are running around or showing off on the playground and skin a knee, it is going to heal and you don't want that to happen in front of people."

Kate frowned. "Can I be homeschooled?"

"No, it is good for you to be around your peers. Sam is the best at that and I wont be able to hep a whole lot." Bobby said.

Kate sulked as they drove to the first store. Her previous year at school wasn't fantastic and the thought of being stuck in that building for most of the day made her grumpy. She worried about Taylor. Kids were going to talk and gossip. No body knew who she was so she could hide behind that. Taylor was well known due to sports and how long he had been in town. If they talked about Taylor, word would get around that he was living at Kate's house and then people would talk about her. If they started talking about her, they'd start talking about Bobby and everyone else they were connected to. They'd want to know why her last name had changed and who the Winchesters were. One of the few benefits of living on the road was that no one knew who you were. If they didn't know who you were, they couldn't talk.

Taylor was a people pleaser and cared a great deal about what adults thought of him. However, he didn't let kids get to him. He knew they'd talk and that was okay. He could keep his head down and let the comments roll off his back until they settled down.

Bobby watched the two fight with what ever was going on in their heads. It had been ages since he had been in school so he felt like he was missing what the deal was. "Shoes first." He said as he pulled into his preferred shoe store.

An associate met them at the door and offered to help. "What sizes do we need?"

Both Kate and Taylor shrugged.

"Alright then. Come with me."

Bobby was thankful for the help. He had gotten Sam and Dean shoes before but they knew what they wanted ahead of time. "You'll need a pair of boots and a pair of tennis shoes, at least."

Taylor frowned at the prices. When had shoes gotten so expensive?

The associate pulled out a pair of boots. "Try these on."

Taylor shook his head. "No, thank you, ma'am. I can try on those other ones."

Bobby saw what was making Taylor uncomfortable. "Get the good pair if they are comfortable. Then, when you out grow them Kate can wear them. If you go for the cheap ones you can't pass them down."

Taylor chewed his cheek but tried them on. They were comfortable and fit well. He could wiggle his toes and had some room to grow.

"We will get those and you need to get some shoes for gym." Bobby said.

Kate frowned at the options for girls. Why did boots need all the extra frills?

Bobby put a hand on her head. "Try the ones on that Taylor got."

Kate grinned happily although the associate gave her a funny look. "These are waterproof?" She asked, looking at the box.

"Yes, they should work for all seasons."

Bobby took the box with the Kate sized boots and shooed her over to the sneakers.

Kate picked a simple pair of sneakers and found her size.

Taylor was having a harder time.

Kate skipped over and picked up two different pairs. "Choose one."

Taylor furrowed his brows. "Why?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "I like them and can wear them later on."

Taylor shrugged and picked a black pair.

Bobby chuckled. He wondered if getting the boy to pick a jacket was going to be as hard.

Kate spun around. "I need some for dresses and stuff."

The associate pointed out sandals.

Kate made a beeline to the converse aisle. "These ones." She got her size and some for Taylor.

"Oh no, I have enough already." Taylor said.

Kate huffed. "You may need to dress up sometimes."

Bobby hid a smile. Of course she would think those were suitable for dressing up. He knew the real reason was that Dean wore them when he was their age. What ever Dean did, Kate had to do.

Taylor felt a little sick to his stomach. He didn't feel guilty when his mom spent money on him but Bobby was different. The salvage yard provided a little bit of an income but not enough to spend money like this.

By the time the list of school supplies and new clothes were put into the trunk of Bobby's car, he was about ready to rip what was left of his hair out. He stopped Taylor before he got into the car. "Okay, lose the sour attitude."

Taylor turned red. "I'm not trying to have a sour attitude. I am grateful and can't thank you enough. I just feel really bad about you spending money like that."

"Well stop. I wouldn't have drug you out here if I didn't have the funds to cover it. I have said that a dozen times today but let me try this instead. Most of the stuff you got can be reused for Kate. If I send you to school in rags, what are people going to say? You are going to have eyes on you and I don't need someone knocking down my door to ask why you are wearing shoes that are 2 sizes too small."

Taylor hung his head. "I'm sorry."

Bobby smacked the back of his head. "Stop that too. Your mom had life insurance. You and David will be able to split that once it comes through. Stop worrying about every penny spent."

Taylor took a deep breath and let it out. He could see where Bobby was coming from. "Thank you."

Bobby was going to stop for lunch but was certain Taylor would have a mental breakdown over it. Marie had given them plenty to heat up and he could throw something in the oven when they got back.

### ###

Back on the road, Dean leaned back in his seat and cruised. Road trips were his bread and butter. Baby deserved to be out driving. The closer they got to Stanford the more it set in that he would be leaving Sam there. "Sammy?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"If you get invited to a kegger, you better call me." Dean said.

Sam snorted. "I don't want my lame older brother crashing parties."

Dean looked at him. "I may be older but I am not lame."

Sam smirked but didn't argue. Truth be told, parties were a Dean thing. Sam didn't enjoy them as much and always felt out of place.

Dean called Bobby to check in. He knew Bobby was more than capable of handling what ever was thrown at him but also knew that Bobby would assume they had driven off a cliff if they didn't check in.

"Boy, it is nearly 3 and you are just now calling?"

"Hey, Bobby." Dean said with an eye roll. "What's got you in a twist?"

"These kids." Bobby grumbled. "Getting them to choose shoes and clothes is like pulling teeth."

Dean could imagine how that went. "Ah, Bobby, they can't all be as good as we were."

Bobby murmured something under his breath. "How's the road trip?"

Sam spoke up. "I'm going to be deaf by the time we get there."

"Oh shut up. Driver picks the music."

"Shotgun shuts his cakehole." Sam finished Dean's sentence.

"Both Taylor and Kate need a doctor's visit. I was hoping you'd be back in time to take them." Bobby said.

Dean raised a brow at Sam. "Why is that?"

Bobby rubbed the back of his head. "You were a kid not too long ago. You'll know what they are going to ask. Kate brought up a good point about the finding something weird since they do have abilities. You would have an easier time with that."

"Co parenting works better if it is 50/50." Sam said.

Dean punched him. "Make the appointments and I'll go."

### ###

Ellen was refilling the taps when Jo approached her.

"Two of those guys that were talking about Kate are talking again. They seem a little too curious about her being a witch." Jo said.

Ellen walked over to their table and sat down. "I talked to you boys yesterday, did I not?"

The older one slammed his hat on the table. "Now you can't just go around deciding what we can and can't talk about."

Ellen flicked the hat off the table. "I can because this is my bar and you are running your mouth about things that you have no idea on. Leave the witch hunts in Salem."

The younger one smirked. "So she is a witch."

Ellen cooled her anger. "No, she isn't. She is a little girl whose mom got taken by a demon, then her dad got shredded by hell hounds. Craig started running his mouth because his pride was hurt. He hurt his kid and she found out about it. Now, you can shut the hell up or leave."

Both men sat back. "So you know them?"

"Yes, I know everything and everyone. Get your facts straight before you wind up getting that girl hurt. If a hair on her head is harmed, you know who is going to hunt you down." Ellen said. "John and his boys took her in. So you can explain to one of them if you don't drop it."

They didn't know a lot about John Winchester but they knew he was not someone to mess with. They had heard stories and would heed Ellen's warning.

Jo was in deep thought by the time Ellen walked back to the bar. "Do you think daddy knew?"

Ellen pursed her lips. "Knew what?"

"That he had another kid." Jo said.

Ellen sighed. "Jo, I don't know. It doesn't do a lick of good to wonder about it. We know now."

Jo was curious as to how Misty got the photo of her dad. Was it taken by her or did he give it to her later on? Taylor was a Harvelle by blood, would he want to change his name some day? It had to hurt to keep the name of a man who had abused him and wasn't even his real dad. She should probably ask him about it. She wouldn't mind it but would her mom? Ellen had a give 'em hell attitude but Jo knew that things got to her. Now that she knew she had a half brother, how was she supposed to just sit back and only see him some times?

### ###

Kate took the tags off their new clothes and tossed them into the washer. She liked the clothes she picked out but wondered if people would make fun of her for it. Maybe she should wear more girly things so she didn't stand out. Middle school was rough on a normal kid but it seemed even more daunting for her. At least Taylor would still be in middle school with her and wouldn't go to another school until the following year.

### ###

John got a hot shower and Missouri insisted that she be able to wash a load of clothes. He didn't like the fuss she was making but obliged her.

"I have been looking at this family business. We were wondering what happened between Ada and now. I got to thinking about when the family moved from Scotland to the states. I did manage to pull up some old records and may have found the manifest of the ship that brought them over." Missouri said.

"Well how'd you do that?" John asked.

Missouri chided him. "I have my ways." She handed him some of the papers she had printed. "This right here tells me some possible names. The man that Ms. Ada married was said to be Isaiah. Well there are two on that list."

John sat on the edge of his seat and read the paper. "You are sure this is him?"

Missouri narrowed her eyes. "No, John. I think it is a possible lead. I think one is the Isaiah from the story but I have not found a way to find out."

John stood up and folded the paper into his journal. "I'll find some records."

Missouri cleared her throat.

"Oh, thank you Missouri. Couldn't do this without you." John said.

"Mhm, now put that journal away. You can fix the lights in the kitchen while you wait for your clothes to dry."

John snorted gently. "Yes, Ma'am."

### ###

Sam looked out the window as they entered campus. The buildings were old but well kept. The place promised ages of knowledge to explore.

Dean drove slowly. The place was cramped. He found a place to park and helped Sam get his stuff from the trunk. "How are you supposed to know which one is yours?"

Sam looked at the campus map. "Uh, this one." He said and walked toward one of the dorms. "Room 208, so second floor, eighth room."

Dean followed him and only thought about kicking someone twice, each time because somebody wasn't watching where they were walking. "Why would anyone want to live in a place like this?" He asked the back of Sam's head. He rounded a corner and someone ran right into his chest. He met eyes with a pretty brunette who looked surprised to have ran into him.

She bit her lip. "Sorry about that."

"Oh no problem at all." Dean said with a smirk.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Lacy."

Dean caught up with him. "It isn't my fault she ran into me."

"You are not to try to hook up with anyone." Sam grumbled.

"Dude, I'm going to be here for an hour."

Sam turned and looked at him. "Exactly." He opened the door to his room and was a little startled that someone was already in there. "Uh, hi."

Dean assessed the other guy. He looked like the type of guy that Dean expected to be at a school like Stanford.

"You must be Sam. I'm Brady." He introduced himself.

Sam shook his hand. "So we are roommates."

Brady eyed Dean. "We?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm just dropping him off."

Brady relaxed. "Then yes, we are roommates."

Sam instantly liked Brady, although it was obvious he came from a family with money. They were both planning on law school and he found it easy to talk to Brady.

Dean cleared his throat after a while. He tilted his head toward the door.

Sam got off his bed and went with Dean. He was bristling with excitement about all that Stanford had to offer. When they got to the car he felt his heart sink.

"Looks like you'll fit in just fine here." Dean said.

Sam looked around. "I think so. I know you want me back in Sioux Falls but this could be really good for me."

"No, you are right. You are a big boy now." Dean teased.

Sam gave him a half smile. "You're such a jerk."

"and you're such a little bitch." Dean shot back with a smile.

"Thanks for bringing me."

"I mean it Sam, if there is a note worthy shindig I expect a phone call." Dean said.

Sam clapped Dean on the back. "You going to be okay on the drive back?"

Dean scoffed. "Without your constant whining? Hell yeah."

Sam chuckled. Dean wasn't one for goodbyes. He knew the comments were Dean's own way of saying it would be okay. He stood back so Dean could get into the car. He held his hand up in a stationary wave.

Dean cranked the car and rolled down the window. "Do me a favor."

Sam raised a brow. "What is that?"

"Get laid, dude. Seriously. You've had a stick up your ass for years. You are surrounded by chicks."

Sam threw his hands up. "Bye Dean."

Dean grinned as he put the car in drive. "Bye bitch."

Sam waited until the car was out of sight before letting his shoulders drop. He was thankful that Kate was with Bobby because he knew she would have cried and he would have felt like crap. He wished that Dean would show a bit more emotion or at least feel like it was okay to but it was easier to crack a joke and leave.

Dean thought about sticking around for a few hours to make sure Sam was really okay. Would Sam be able to put salt down if his roommate was with him? He forced himself to leave town. Sam was an adult and trained well. He could handle finding time to ward the room. Dean just had to trust him.

### ###

Days went by and Dean finally made it back to Bobby's. He was met by a very excited Kate as soon as he pulled in. If Taylor was like a golden retriever, Kate was like a jack russell. "Hey, kiddo." He said and hugged her.

Kate had decided to try to talk Dean into one more hunt before school started. "There is one nearby and it is easy and we can knock it out before Monday."

Dean sat his duffle down on the porch. "Kate, Kate. Breathe. You are talking way too fast."

"There is a case an hour from here that we should take. It is a simple case and I have only gotten to work one with you this summer. I mean, there was the ghost case but Sam was there and it doesn't really count and Taylor could go with us." Kate said.

Dean took a moment to catch up. "You have plenty of time to hunt when you are older. It is Saturday and I am tired. I have been on the road for days. Even if the case is simple and only an hour away, there is no promise that we would make it back here in time for you to get a good nights rest before school Monday."

"Please." Kate begged.

Dean shook his head. "No. You have an appointment Monday afternoon too."

Kate clinched her fist. "You said you'd take me hunting this summer and you didn't."

"Kate, I did but a lot happened this summer. I did take you on a hunt. You are still a kid and there is no reason for hunting to be a regular thing for you yet."

"You hunted at my age." Kate said.

"Because dad had no one else as backup." Dean said.

"One more hunt. We could even go Friday and we would have two whole days." Kate said.

Dean walked into Bobby's house. "Where did she get the idea that she needed to hunt before school?"

Bobby sighed. "She saw the case on my list and looked into it. I have already told her no."

Dean looked back at Kate. "He did?"

"Well, yeah but that was when I was asking him to go." Kate said.

Dean was exhausted. "Why this hunt?"

Kate shifted. "It is a demon."

"Absolutely not." Dean said.

"I am literally poison to Demons. I heal. I'm a good hunter. Why can't I go?" Kate asked.

Dean rubbed his face. "You have to earn that right. You are not invincible and you are a kid. Now, I have just driven across half the country to get back here and I am tired."

Jo would take her. They'd make a great team one day. Jo could drive.

Dean pulled Kate toward him. "I know you want to hunt but right now is not a good time. Another hunter can take care of that case and we can pick up another one."

Kate sighed. "Okay."

"Where is Taylor?" Dean asked.

Bobby looked up. "He might be upstairs."

Dean went up to the room they shared and opened the door. Taylor was laying on the bed with a pillow over his head. "Hey, you doing okay?"

Taylor moved the pillow. "Yeah, I'm just tired."

Dean sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't look so hot."

Taylor put the pillow back over his face.

Dean moved it and felt of his head. "Are you running a fever?"

Kate slid into the room. "If he is sick, then I have been exposed and can't go to school."

Dean stood up and took her arm, pulling her back into the hall. He swatted her twice and pushed her toward her own room. "You are going to school. You are not hunting. If I have to repeat myself again I will be doing so while blistering your butt."

Kate hissed. "Dean! Taylor can hear you."

"So?" Dean said. "Taylor, could you hear me?"

"Uh, yeah." Taylor said.

"Are you going to need therapy? Has your head exploded? Are you shocked beyond repair?" Dean asked.

Taylor sat up and raised an eyebrow. "No."

Dean looked back at Kate. "He's fine. That is the end of it though."

Kate sulked into her room and shut the door as hard as she could without slamming it.

Dean rolled his eyes and went back to Taylor. "Are you running a fever?"

Taylor flopped his arm to the side. "No, I have just had the pillow over my head."

Dean nudged him. "So what is wrong? Why are you up here with a pillow over your head?"

"I am just tired." Taylor mumbled.

"You are tired or something is on your mind?" Dean asked.

Taylor shrugged.

Dean groaned and rubbed his face. "Look, I'm not good at the talking about your feelings stuff. You, however, are obviously thinking about something and I want you to talk about it."

Taylor sighed. "It is nothing."

Dean grabbed his arm and hauled him down the stairs, down the hallway and plopped him in the chair in front of Bobby's desk. "How long has he been up there?"

Bobby looked at the time. "A few hours at least."

"So are you sick or is something bugging you?" Dean asked.

Taylor shrugged.

"Okay. Keeping stuff to yourself causes anger to build up. When your anger gets built up you blast things. So, you are going to sit there and talk to Bobby. I'm going to get a shower and get a bite to eat. If he can't get it out of you then you can run laps until you decide to talk." Dean said, tiredly.

Taylor swallowed. "You'd be a horrible therapist."

Dean smirked. "I'm not here to be a therapist. I'm here to make sure you don't send a classmate flying when they look at you wrong." He turned and went to get the shower he had been looking forward to.

Bobby eyed Taylor. "So, what is it?"

"It is stupid." Taylor said.

"Good thing you got new running shoes." Bobby said and looked back down at his book.

Taylor shuffled his feet. "It is nothing. I'm not mad. I'm not angry and I'm not going to blow up."

Bobby didn't look up at him. "Suit yourself."

Taylor eventually heard the shower turn off and groaned. "The paperwork."

Bobby put the book down. "What paperwork?"

"The school paperwork bothered me." Taylor said.

Dean hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Why?" Bobby asked.

"It is stupid." Taylor said.

"Boy, nothing you could say to me is any dumber than the crap I got from Sam and Dean. So spit it out." Bobby said.

"I don't want to play a sport because they put your last name on the jersey and I'm still angry. I'm not actually Craig's son. I'm nobody. I'm a bastard. Then, I have to write it every day for school." Taylor finally blurted out.

Bobby put both elbows on the desk. "You waited how many days to tell me that?"

Taylor's mouth opened and then closed.

"If you want to change it, we can but a name doesn't make you any more or less you." Bobby said.

"Well, that is a lot of trouble and then people will want to know why I changed my name." Taylor said.

"The news is already out that Craig was responsible for Misty's death and the house. I think it would be obvious why you would want to change it." Bobby added.

"That costs money." Taylor said.

Bobby sighed loudly. "You and the damned money. I know a guy who knows a guy. How do you think we changed Kate's name?"

Taylor chewed his cheek. "Then you'd have to tell the school and all the records would have to be changed. The doctor would need to change it in their system and..."

"Taylor. Do you think the boys went by their real names every single time they got to a new school? Do you think all of their IDs have the same name?" Bobby asked.

"Well they are different. They do that to hide their identity. It isn't needed for me and it is too much trouble." Taylor countered.

"Is that the only thing that was bothering you?" Bobby asked.

Taylor looked at his hands. "Everything surrounded that."

"So it bothered you enough to make you shell up in your room all day but you are trying to tell me it is too much trouble to remedy?"

"I'll get over it." Taylor said.

Bobby whistled. "Dean, get in here."

Dean walked into the office holding a sandwich.

"Taylor doesn't feel comfortable using Craig's last name and instead of just telling someone he has worked himself up and now thinks it is too much work to do a simple name change." Bobby said.

Dean furrowed his brows. "It isn't that much work. What name do you want to use?"

Taylor shifted in the chair. "I don't know. I don't really have one."

"What about your dad's name?" Bobby asked.

"Oh, no I couldn't do that. I never met him. He didn't even know about me." Taylor said.

Bobby dialed Ellen's number. He walked outside and spoke to her briefly before going back inside. "Ellen is fine if you use it."

"I can just keep the one I have." Taylor said.

Bobby crossed his arms. "Son, I don't know what your reasoning is but you have a right to that last name. He was your biological father. You are just as much his as Jo is."

Taylor blushed.

"Taylor Harvelle is easier to yell than Taylor however you pronounce Craig's last name." Dean said.

Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, it is a Russian last name. Wait, why are you planning on yelling at me?"

Dean snorted. "I'll find a reason or two."

"Great, I'll call my guy and get those papers started." Bobby said.

Taylor sat, stunned, in the chair. He had went from being depressed about being a bastard to being given a new last name in a matter of minutes. They were the nicest people he had ever met but harsh in the same breath.

"Hey, Taylor." Dean said.

"Yes?"

"Go run a lap." Dean said.

Taylor stood slowly. "Why?"

"For not thinking you are worth a simple name change." Dean said and put a hand on his head.

"You know I could have just done with the compliment." Taylor said.

"You didn't get it all the other times we have set it so run until it sinks in." Dean said with a smirk.

Taylor put his new shoes on and bounced on his toes. "Are you running too or too tired from sitting in one spot all day?"

Dean smacked the back of his head. "Just run."

Bobby chuckled when Taylor took off.

"What are you laughing at old man?" Dean asked.

"Welcome back."