The trip back to Kansas was quiet. Evelyn spent the time thinking and trying to remember. Small details continued to come back to her, and Dean confirmed what he knew. As they crossed the border into Kansas, she finally started asking questions.

"So, what's in Lebanon? I've been all around the city and nothing has ever brought back even the tiniest memory."

"You haven't been to this place."

"How do you know?"

"It's out of the way... and even if you've driven by, you may not have given it a second look. You definitely didn't go inside. At least, not since you lost your memory."

"How do you-"

"You'd need a key. And I know for a fact that, until recently, no one has been inside for a few decades."

"I don't mean to sound like a broken record," she said with a chuckle, "but-"

"It's where Sam and I are staying," he said, smiling. "We sort of inherited it."

"Oh..."

Dean called Sam when they got closer. It didn't take them long after that to get there. Dean pulled up to a door in the side of a hill and turned the engine off.

"Here we are."

Evelyn sat, taking it all in as Dean came around and opened her door. She got out of the car and followed him inside. Once inside, a tidal wave of memories rushed over her.

"I've been here."

"Yes."

"With Eliot."

"Yes."

"You were already gone, and I was trying to get to you... Men of Letters," she said with wide eyes as she looked to Dean. "This place belonged to the Men of Letters. They helped... hunters. Like you."

Dean smiled bigger than he had since he last smiled at Evelyn in 1944. She was remembering.

"There's something you should see," he said.

He called for Sam, who came into the library to the table area with Evelyn's file. He handed it to her.

"Dean thought this would tie all the pieces back together for you. And," he said pulling something from behind his back. "This was also in the file. I found it in Dean's room."

A smirk pulled at Dean's lips and he ran a hand through his hair. "I wonder how that got in there?"

"It's a mystery, Dean," Sam said with a roll of his eyes.

Evelyn sat down at a table, staring at the picture of herself. "I have this dress at home. I was wearing it the night I was found... the night I left..." Her eyes grew wide and flew up to meet Dean's. "Time travel! I remember... everything."

Dean pulled the group photo out of the folder and laid it in front of her. "Do you remember any of these guys."

Her fingers ran over the tall figure next to hers. "Eliot. He was so worried about me doing this."

"Who else?"

"I don't remember everyone's names," she said scanning the faces. "But this guy," she pointed to the man who looked like Dean, "his name is John Winchester. I remembered you said your dad's name was John, but it couldn't have been him. Not in 1945. He said his son's name is Henry."

"Henry is our grandfather," Dean said. "Our dad's dad."

"Wow," Evelyn whispered. "He looked just like you, Dean. It almost broke my heart to look at him." She stood from her chair and put her hand to Dean's face. "I actually got to you."

"You did."

"And you found me."

"Pure accident. I just saw you sitting there."

Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck as the tears began to fall. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too, sweetheart."

Dean hugged her so tight that her feet came slightly off the ground. Neither of them noticed as Sam left the room. Evelyn breathed deeply, taking in Dean's scent... just like she remembered. She remembered.

"I can't believe I forgot you."

"Sam and I have a..." Dean looked around the room and saw that Sam was gone. "Huh... well, we have a theory about that."

Dean opened the file, leaving one arm around Evelyn. He pulled out the typed papers that explained the spell work.

"The blood spell you used wasn't meant to be used with someone else's blood," Dean said.

"That's right. They told me it was originally used to find one's own relations."

"Right. It also taps the power of your soul. We actually met our grandfather, Henry, because he used this spell to try to find our dad. We got the key to this place from him. He was a Man of Letters. But he was fine. Short of needing some time for his soul to recharge, he had no side effects. Sam and I think that mixing someone else's blood with your soul is what caused you to lose your memory."

"It's why I thought my name was Winchester."

"Very likely."

"So," Evelyn said, still held by one of Dean's arms around her waist. "Where do we go from here?"

"That's your decision. You still have your apartment. We can take this slow."

"You wanna court me again?"

"I actually wouldn't object to it," Dean said with a smile. "You bring out something in me that no other woman has ever been able to."

"What's that?"

"You make me wanna be a gentlman."

"You weren't before you met me?" she asked with a slight look of disbelief.

"Not when it came to sex. I've got lots of one night stands in my past."

"Any serious relationships?"

"A couple."

"What happened? Why'd they end?"

"The job."

Evelyn nodded. She knew the stress and the secrets that went along with hunting. She watched Eliot deal with it.

"What's our other option?"

"Well," he said with a grin. "We have lots of bedrooms here. You could have your pick... move in and help us out. We could be together a lot more."

"I like the sound of that," she said smiling. "Would I still be courted?"

"If that's what you want."

"You'd pick me up at my door and take me out on a date?"

Dean leaned down and gave Evelyn a soft kiss. His lips slowly trailed down to her neck, and he heard her let out a sigh.

"What if I wanna move into your room?" she asked.

Dean pulled back and looked into her eyes. She smiled up at him, and nearly took his breath away.

"I think that can be arranged... if you're sure that's what you want."

"How do you think a gentleman would lead a lady to his bedroom?"

Dean smiled as he captured Evelyn's lips in a passionate kiss. When her arms found their way around his neck, he scooped her up like a princess and made his way toward his bedroom. As they reached the door, Evelyn pulled out of the kiss. The questioning look on her face made Dean put her down.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I was just thinking," she said. "Do you remember what you told me right before you went off to get Chronos?"

"You mean that I love you?"

"Yeah... Is it still true?"

"Sweetheart, I've looked for a way to get to you ever since I got back. You're pretty much all I've thought about. Of course, I still love you."

"I love you, too, Dean."