Well...Dont worry you will find everything out soon...Just not today...=D

Penelope skimmed through Cleo's old laptop to try and find something that might help her remember.





Penelope double clicked the music file. The only two folders in it were of the Beatles and the Trocaderos. She chuckled knowing just what to do. She backed out of the Music file and into the Documents. Penelope wasnt one to pry, into others things, but she figured she'd find some emails or work Cleo might remember.

Law paper...

Law project...

Law case...


Last night...

Penelope cocked her head to the side.

"Last night?" She clicked it.

Look I'm not even going to entertain you! I cant, if Penelope finds out...I'm dead for sure. Hanging with you is bad enough, but...demons?

Penelopes eyes went wide.

I dont like this. Even though hes not around anymore it still makes me guilty. You got what you wanted...dont ever speak to me again.

-Cleo Piperson

Penelope knew for sure only Dean, Sam and her knew her real name. That definitely wasnt a letter to Sam or Dean. What should she do? Show the brothers? Hide it?! She panicked inside her eyes still wide, as she took slow, deep, breaths.

"Ack!" Penelope said falling over on her chair with the laptop as she heard her front door opened. She quickly pushed the off button on the laptop.

"Penelope?" Sam said opening her kitchen door.

"Sam!" Penelope screamed.

"What are doing on the floor?"

"Never mind that! I love you!" Penelope shouted and stood up. She ran towards Sam and hugged his chest.

Sam smiled. "I heard they tied you down."

Penelope hugged him tighter. "You left...and Cleo didnt remember..."

"So you have a psychotic break down?"

Penelope moved released him. "What can I say? I'm dramatic."

Sam smiled again.

"Come on I've got something for Cleo I want you to help me with."


"Bloody hell!" Karl yelled as he pricked his finger. "Who invented SHARP knives. Chirst!"

He and Cleo were looking through some of the weapons in Deans Impala. She touched them trying to remember where she saw them. As Karl ranted about his bleeding finger, Cleo spotted something. A knife. It had a wooden handle, that was a bit worn out, but what got her the most was the inscriptions. Her instinct told her to grab it. She listened.

"Dean..." She whimpered.

"Yeah." Dean responded from the driver seat of the car. His door was open and he was loading a gun.

She shook her head wildly and dropped the knife. "Nothing..."

He looked at her oddly.

"Hey, Karl! Quit fucking around and get in the car!" Dean shouted. Karl flipped him off with a bloody finger and hopped in the backseat.


"Why are we here?" Cleo asked as they pulled up to her home.

"Penelope has something for you." Dean replied. She looked at him funny.


"You'll see. Come on."

The three got out and headed to the front door. Dean knocked rhythmically and a few minutes of waiting and Sam answered.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" Dean asked after the long wait. Sam pulled an innocent look and Dean just brushed passed him. Cleo followed.

"Karl. Do you mind...staying out here." Sam asked in a whisper.

Karl sighed. "You can trust me, Sammy." He smirked.

Sam frowned and point beyond Karls shoulder. Karl raised his hands and defense.

"I'm going." He said and headed off the porch, down the street. Sam shook his head and closed the door.

"Alright!" Penelope said once Dean guided Cleo to the couch.

"What is it you wanna show me?" Cleo asked.

"You'll see..." Penelope pushed play on the old record player.

You say you want a revolution

Well, you know

We all want to change the world

You tell me that it's evolution

Well, you know

We all want to change the world

But when you talk about destruction

Don't you know that you can count me out

"Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right" Cleo sang back.

"You know this song?" Penelope said with a smile.

Cleo nodded. "The Beatles...Revolution."

"Thats great! Hold on, guys I'll be right back." Penelope said fleeing upstairs.

"Wow, where'd she get this?" Dean said getting up and staring at the record player.

You say you got a real solution

Well, you know

We'd all love to see the plan

You ask me for a contribution

Well, you know

We're doing what we can

"But when you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell is brother you have to wait!" Cleo sang. Dean smiled, she may have not been a great singer, but it sure swooned him.

"She says its antique. Belonged to some family member...I cant really remember while we were-" Sam stopped. Dean looked up an eyebrow raised. Sam shrugged.

"Okay! Cleo, look!" Penelope said bringing down a dress. "Remember this?!"

Cleo looked and shrugged. "How the bloody hell am I suppose to know?" Everyone stopped and stared. Cleo's eyes grew wide as she slapped her hands on her mouth.

"Did you just..." Sam started, but couldnt find the word to finish.

"I think this Beatles crap is getting to your head." Dean said.

"Or Karl." Penelope mumbled. Dean glared. She looked away and whistled like she had said nothing. Sam sighed.

"Whats that suppose to mean?" Dean said to Penelope. He looked at Sam who was shaking his head.

"Do you know something I dont, Sam?"

No answered.

"Somebody, tell me whats going on!" Dean demanded.

"Isnt it obvious, Dean?" Penelope said. Dean looked her anger boiling in him. "Karl and Cleo are lovers."