I think I'll just...stay in my room tomorrow.

What the fuck is this?

This is most definitely not home.

For all that my ex-husband played with guns, he never taught me to shoot them.

Or how to drive. We had other uses for the cars.

Best. Universe. Ever!

Hey, Ray? Uh. You should... watch out, when you get back?

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He followed me here on my run. (There's a camera, in this phone, did you know? That's like, the best thing ever.)

Can we keep him? Please?

Hey, Charlie! You and Dani should come over and see him. He's really fast. And likes to play catch!

( The Rescue Party for ickle!Dani: big!House, ickle!House, big!Dani, ickle!Charlie )

( Anne )

CHARLES CREWS.

I demand you bring that little girl back right this instant. If I have to come find you, sir, you will not be happy with the consequences, I assure you.

I will make the prison you've just been released from look like a Sunday afternoon in the park.

[EDITED]

[MY Charlie]

Darling, I've left Dani in her room at your place, no worse for the wear as far as I can see. I'll be bringing your other self back to the Palace.

Oh, hell. That's not good.

Reese, have you seen my gun?

[Edit] Anne? I think we need to talk.

Reese. We have a really big problem.

Um. Hello? Is this thing on?

I...need some help.

Reese. We need to talk.

I've got beer, this time.

What...the...hell?

Reese, I've got coffee.

We need to talk.

Did I mention I've got coffee?

¿Qué está pasando? ¿Donde esta mi madre?

I mean can someone tell me what is going on? Mama? Papi? Where are you guys?

There's nothing in my Zen books to cover this.

Okay, whoever's joke this is? It's really not funny.

I was in the middle of a bust. He was in my hands, and now he's not. And I'm somewhere else.

I'm not sure who I should start looking at first, Crews or Tidwell.

I suppose I should apologize for my small self's entirely... stubborn outlook on life. I'd forgotten that stage myself.

Mr. Crews? I won't allow her to put your younger self in the dungeon, I promise.

I'm the QUEEN!

Why is there a mini-me in my basement?

Well, now. This is interesting.

Ah. Okay, I get it now. I get it.

Howdy, all. I'm John Winchester, USMC. I'm new to these parts, but I'm pretty sure I know why I'm here. See, I'm sitting on the porch of this huge old house, and there's toys and wagons and bikes and it's pretty obvious who should be here. Kitchen's well-stocked, there's a swing set in the backyard.... and there ya go.

Bring 'em by, if you got 'em. This is their home. I'll try to round 'em up also, see if they wanna come.

Also, uh... does anyone know a Mary Campbell? Kinda searching for her.