Sam looks like he`s thinking about what he`s going to say for a few minutes before he finally speaks. "I… I mean I can understand why you don`t like to be around people. But what`s so different about our dad?"

I smile. This is a question that I can answer because it`s a positive memory. It`s one about John, which is never bad.

"I didn`t trust him either the first time I met him. In fact, he was kind of a jerk. I think he thought I was hanging around the junkyard to steal from Bobby. But… my dad came over to get me, and John picked up on something being wrong right away. They started to argue, and my dad made a grab for the shotgun in his truck. John rushed him before he even saw it coming. He brought me to the police station with some BS story about how he was a distant relative and wanted my father to lose custody. He sat with me while I wrote down my statement… He saved me. Bobby tried a few times before that but, I don`t know, I guess I was just too angry to let him help," I laugh a little as I think of John and his stubbornness, "Your dad was helping whether I liked it or not though. I still don`t really know how he got me to go along with it. He`s just hard to say no to I guess."

Sam smiles, "Yeah, he doesn`t like to take no for an answer."

Dean kisses the top of my head and pulls over, "Tell me what happened." I look up at him, uncertain. I look to Sam, who nods. I look up at Dean again and reach to hold his left hand. He grabs my hand and smiles a little bit, though it`s clearly a fake smile. I take one more deep breath before I tell him about my parents, and how crazy they were. I tell him about how my father used to rape me, for as early into my childhood as I can remember, at least. I tell him about how he used to like to cut me with knives, beat me, whip me, and inflict whatever other pain he could on me. What might be the most painful memory is the one of my mother, who would smile at my crying when my dad wasn`t around to see it. She told me that I deserved it for 'trying to seduce her husband.' She would hit me sometimes too. I told him about how I would clean the blood and other bodily fluids off in the stream in the woods and then go hide in the junkyard at Bobby`s house.

When I finish telling him everything, I look back at Dean again and see the rage bubbling just below the surface. I`m reminded of how John acted toward my dad, with that same look that made me think that he might kill him right then and there, even though we hadn`t known each other very long. The Winchesters seem to have a borderline obsessive need to protect people and to stop evil, whether it`s supernatural or not. I see Dean take a breath, and put a fake calm on his face. He tries to sound casual when he asks where my dad is living now. I have no clue where he is now, I tell Dean that the last time I ever talked to him was three days after John brought me to the police station. He came over screaming and threatening me. John and Bobby dragged him outside, and I hid in the bedroom Bobby had set up for me. They both came in with bruised knuckles and had to scrub the blood from their fists, but I didn`t ask about what happened, because I really just wanted to forget about my father, not sit around and talk about him.

Dean nods and kisses the top of my head again, then pulls me even closer to him. I`m almost in his lap, and he`s got a strong arm around me. It`s strange, because three days ago him holding me like this would have made me panic, but now I feel safer than I`ve felt in a long time.

"Let`s just go back?" I ask. Dean puts the car in drive and speeds back to the trailer. No one really talks on the way back. When we get into the trailer, Dean immediately goes to John and asks if they can talk privately. It doesn`t turn out to be too private though. They go outside but the window is open.

"Don`t worry about it Dean, I took care of it."

"Yes, sir… Its just obviously the guy`s-"

"Dean, I said I took care of it." I hear a tense pause, and I think me and both of the Winchester boys are starting to wonder what 'I took care it' means, but Dean just says "Yes, sir."

They come back inside, and John goes back to his research. Dean comes over and puts an arm around my waist. He rests his forehead on mine and smiles a little, "Are you gonna have a panic attack if I kiss you?" I smile, but before I can answer, John half yells, half growls, "Dean!" from the kitchen. I giggle, and Dean smirks but goes into his bedroom. He just can`t ignore an order from his dad.

I walk into the kitchen and sit down next to John. He keeps looking down at his research. I guess he knows what I`m going to ask.

"So what exactly does 'I took care of it' mean?"

"We`re not having this conversation Andie."

"I think I should know."

"I said no!" John has never used this commanding tone with me before, but I know from watching him with other people that arguing when he`s like this is useless. I hug him instead.

"Is he dead?" I whisper in his ear.

He inhales a little sharply, and then nods. He won`t look at me. I`ve never seen John look ashamed before, he`s always Mr. Confidence. I kiss him on the cheek, and he looks shocked. I guess he was expecting a slap or something. I just keep hugging him for a while, and then I whisper one more question.

"How?"

He looks me in the eye now, "I didn`t intend to kill him… I just got a little bit carried away. Bobby threw the first punch, and your dad lunged at him, so I grabbed him. I got him on the ground and I didn`t stop punching him until Bobby pulled me off of him. He wasn`t breathing."