"Sorry you had to miss the funeral," Sam commented as the Impala pulled into Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn. The cemetery was beautiful to say the least, even in the pouring rain. There were acres and acres of land which included hills, valleys, ponds and paths. There were statues and mausoleums from the 19th and 20th centuries.

"It's ok, I didn't want to go anyway," Hanna replied. She had just been released from the hospital, 5 hours after Mr. Allister's funeral services. The car stopped after several minutes in front of a gravesite and two caretakers wearing long, black raincoats were lowering the casket into the freshly dug grave. Hanna peered out the rain covered window and tears filled her eyes. She reached for the door handle, but then hesitated.

"Do you want us to get out with you?" Sam asked as he turned in his seat toward the backseat.

"I'll just look from here," her voice cracked with each word as she fought to hold back the tears. She pulled her purple hoodie tighter around her as a cold chill passed through her body. She turned her head and looked at Sam. He studied her for moment and then nodded his head.

"Are you sure? We have a blanket in the trunk that you could put over your head," he replied.

"I'm good," she replied as she rested her back against the back of the seat. "We can go." She crossed her arms against her chest. "He's gone." Sam turned back around and exchanged looks with Dean.

"Hanna, it's ok if….," Dean started to say as he looked into the rearview mirror but was cut off by Hanna.

"I said I'm good," she interrupted abruptly. "You guys don't need to coddle me. I'm a big girl and well, this isn't the first time I've had to deal with losing someone I love. I made it through alone last time and I'll be fine this time too."

"Hanna….," Dean started to speak again.

"Stop, please, I'm fine," she pleaded. Dean sighed and put the car in drive. Although he perceived that she was taking shots at him, he knew she was hurting and decided it wasn't time to get into why he was never part of her life. He slowly made his way out of the cemetery and into the busy Brooklyn traffic. "Where to now?" she asked with some annoyance to her voice.

"We're headed to our friend Bobby's house in South Dakota," Sam replied.

"South Dakota?" Hanna questioned with surprise. "Do you live with him?"

"When we're not working," Dean replied.

"What about my clothes?" Hanna questioned worriedly.

"We'll stop to pick up your things. You can take whatever you can fit into a duffel bag," Dean replied.

"A duffel bag?!" Hanna snapped. "How the hell am I supposed to fit all my things into a duffel bag? This is ridiculous."

"Listen kid," Dean began firmly when Sam cut him off.

"Hanna, we spend a lot of time traveling and we don't have the space to bring all of your things," Sam replied calmly as he turned in his seat to face her while Dean glanced back in the rearview mirror. Dean hoped he'd be able to handle the moodiness of a teenager. So far Sam was ahead of him in that department. "We know it's an inconvenience and we apologize."

"It is what it is I guess," Hanna replied disappointedly. She wondered how'd she ever get used to living a simple lifestyle again. "What do you guys do for a job anyway?" she questioned.

"We'll save this discussion for another time," Sam replied as he quickly turned back in his seat. He glanced at Dean quickly and shrugged his shoulders. Hanna sighed and focused her attention outside the car window. She knew she would miss life in the city, but she also thought a change might be good for her.

After Hanna gathered her belongings, they were in the car once again. Dean wanted to get a few hours on the road before stopping at a motel for the night. Once they were completely out of the city, they stopped at a diner for dinner. Hanna slouched in the corner of the booth, wishing she had her phone to play a game on.

"What are you getting to eat?" Sam asked Hanna when he didn't see her looking at the menu.

"I'm not hungry," she replied as she looked across the table at him. She fidgeted with a spoon in her hands.

"Hanna, you should eat," Dean urged.

"I'M….NOT…..HUNGRY," Hanna replied abruptly.

"Hanna, I need you to look at me," Dean stated firmly from beside her. Sam cringed, worried that Dean's temper would get the best of him. He was ready to intervene if needed. Hanna turned her body to face her Dad. She fought back the tears when her eyes met his. She still hadn't fully processed the fact that he was her Father. "I know you're mourning and I know you've been through a lot, but you do not have the right to treat me or Sam disrespectfully. Am I clear?" Hanna was surprised by his sternness. She hadn't even realized she was being disrespectful. It was just the way she was used to talking.

"Yes, I'm sorry," she replied, her response satisfying Dean. Hanna took a deep breath and studied his face for a moment. Her heart ached whenever she looked at him. "Where were you?" she questioned as tears filled her eyes.

"Hanna, not now," Dean sighed.

"Ugh," she sighed as she looked away. She lowered her head and wiped a few tears from her cheeks.

"Dean," Sam urged. Dean shot Sam a look telling him to back off. Sam shook his head in disapproval causing Dean to lose it.

"What Sam?" Dean demanded. "Do you want me to tell her that she was the result of a one-night stand? That I was sixteen years old with a fake ID and I seduced a 21-year-old waitress? That I didn't even know her mother's name? That I didn't even know she existed until about a week ago? That I'm a 29-year-old guy who still doesn't have his life together? Damn it Sam." Dean from the booth abruptly and stormed from the diner.

Hanna hesitated for a moment and then took off after him. She headed outside into the darkness and spotted him pacing back and forth in front of the Impala. She ran down the steps and toward Dean. Dean stopped pacing when he saw her coming. He assumed she was coming to lay into him some more about not being there for her. "Thank you for the truth," Hanna said as she wrapped her arms around him. Dean was surprised by her reaction. "Now I know it wasn't because of me."

"I'm sorry kid, I'm not exactly good at talking about my feelings," Dean replied as he put his arms around her.

"It's ok," Hanna replied. "I'll take what I can get." She released her hug and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said as she pulled him back toward the diner entrance. "I know you're probably starving. I know how much you love food." Dean smiled and followed behind her. He thought she seemed like a good kid and was excited to get to know her better. He still couldn't get over the fact that he had a daughter, but he was feeling better about the challenge.