June 8, 2008 1:26 A.M.
As he drove down the empty street he noticed very few lights on in any of the houses as he passed them. But this he had expected considering normal people lived here, people who were happy and content and that were able to sleep at night. Ever since Dean's death that was one thing that wouldn't come easy for him but he learned to get along without it. Finally the address he was looking for was displayed on the mailbox illuminated by the lights of the Impala. He shut off the engine not wanting to alert the family inside that he was there, it was late and he hadn't quite gotten up the courage to knock on the door yet. The house was straight out of a storybook, white with black shutters and a red door, not to mention the white picket fence that appeared to be hand built. A tire swing hung from the tree and a few toddler toys were sporadically strewn throughout the front yard. He looked at his watch it was nearly one thirty in the morning and today marked his daughters eighteen month birthday, a daughter he hadn't seen since the night she was born. Sadly this small stranger was the last living blood relative that he had left and he wasn't going to make the same mistakes he made in the past again. Dean was right when he said that their family was stuck in a vicious cycle of regrets and pain and he knew that this would be the only way to stop it. There could be no more hunting, no more deals made, no revenge sought after. There was only one thing left to do and that was to finally get to know her…
To Be Continued…