Chapter 2

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“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I ended up where I needed to be.”

-Douglas Adams

I read the words over and over again. Someone, probably Tori, wrote the words on a Post-It and stuck it on my computer screen. The words made me think a bit. Where was I supposed to be?

Of course, I’d never know for sure. I just had to go down the path I thought was right. As it turns out, that path was exactly the opposite I was expecting.

I rose from my seat in my study and made my way down the hall to the stairs. Sam had been holed up in his room all day, surfing the net, trying to find anything that could help him. Dean was in town, seeing if he could dig anything up there.  I made my way up the stairs and then to the door to Sam and Dean’s room.

Their door was shut, so I rapped lightly on it. Moments later, Sam answered, looking slightly frustrated.

“Can I come in?” I asked. Sam moved slightly and gestured for me to come in.

I was met with a quite comical sight: one bed was almost made and the other was a ball of sheets. I chuckled. There was no way the messy bed wasn’t Dean’s.

“How’s your research coming?” I asked of Sam. He shook his head and sighed.

“Nothing. I mean, usually we have a theory by now but we literally have nothing other than a little speculation,” Sam said.

“I wish I could help,” I said.

There was an uncomfortable silence. I could help, but I chose not to. For good reason, but still.

“Maybe you can help,” Sam said after a moment.

“Sam…” I warned. I wasn’t going to help and that was final.

“Not you physically… more like you give us access,” he began excitedly.

Uh oh. I didn’t like the sound of that.

Sam noticed my expression and backpedaled.

“Look, it’d be really helpful if we could see some of your mother’s notes and things. You wouldn’t have to tell us anything. It’d just be access to her papers,” Sam said. I sighed.

“Sam…” I began, just as Dean burst in.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.

“Actually, you got here just in time,” Sam said.

“Ew man, no way. Do what you want but don’t get me involved,” Dean said.

“Oh please. Get your head out of the gutter,” I said, sighing.

“Just ignore my brother. He’s never quite grown out of his immature teenager phase,” Sam joked. I smiled.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Dean mocked.

Dean took off his suit jacket and threw it on his bed. After loosening his tie, he sat on the end of the bed and looked at Sam and I expectantly.

“So, what did I get here just in time for?” Dean asked.

“I’m trying to convince Katherine to give us access to her mom’s books and papers. It’ll help us figure out what we’re up against and-”

“Alright,” I interrupted. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.I wasn’t ready to let anyone, even myself, go through my mother’s things. But Sam and Dean needed my help. It was the least I could do for them.

“You can use mom’s lore and research on one condition,” I told them.

Sam nodded eagerly, but Dean looked skeptical.

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