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Chapter 2-Home and Heartbreak

She wanted to confront her dad about hunting as soon as she could but decided it was a conversation that would be better in person.

She also came to the realization that John, Sam, Dean, uncle Rufus and Garth were all hunters too. Their lifestyle was just like what the hunters she met had described. They were kind enough to answer her questions but warned her against doing something like that again.

Now she wheeled her suitcase behind her, her backpack slung over her un-broken arm. Her broken arm was in a bright green cast and in a sling. Her dad was supposed to pick her up and when she talked to him the night before she failed to mention her arm.

When she spotted him she yelled.

"Dad! Bobby!"

He spotted her and came forward. "What the hell happened?" he asked, eyeing her cast. "You didn't say anything about that yesterday."

"Yeah it's a long story. I'll explain it later." She smiled.

He pulled her in for a hug. "I've missed you kiddo, especially since you didn't come home last summer." He gave her a look that said he still wasn't happy about that and she changed the subject.

"So I'm starving."

Bobby chuckled. "The diner?"

"The diner sounds great," she beamed at him.

She really was happy to be home.

At the diner, after she finished her burger and was digging into a piece of apple pie she decided to ask the question that had been gnawing at her since they got there.

"So how are Sam and Dean?" she asked.

She noticed how Bobby avoided her gaze, focusing much too intently on his own pie.

"Dad?" She was worried now. "Did something happen while they were hunting?"

Bobby's head whipped up, his eyes boring into hers.

She lifted her broken arm up a bit, motioning to it with her fork. "I'll explain at home."

He nodded and they finished their pie.

Back at home Bobby took her bags up to her room as she got him a beer from the fridge and settled on the couch.

"So kiddo, how do you know about hunting?" he said taking the beer from her and sitting down across from her.

"How long were you planning to keep it from me? What, were you just gonna keep me in Europe for the rest of my life?" she was furious that he, her father had kept this from her. She was also fuming at Sam and Dean for not telling her as well, besides the other reason she was pissed at Dean.

"No but I wanted to keep you away from it for as long as possible. I was doing it to protect you. Once you go into this life there's no gettin' out."

She nodded with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"So you gonna tell me what all this has to do with your broken arm?"

"A giant."

"A giant!? I didn't even think they were around anymore." His face held his look of shock.

"Well that one isn't around anymore."

She told him all about what happened: the missing students, Michelle, the hunters, how she broke her arm and put it all together. When she was done she went into the kitchen to get him another beer.

"So dad I've told you everything. Now what's up with Sam and Dean?"

He sighed. "Sam's gone. I haven't talked to him in a few weeks."

"You mean he's out hunting?"

Bobby nodded.

"Is Dean with him?" She didn't know why she was asking that question. Of course he was with Sam.

"No kiddo. Dean…he made a deal with a crossroads demon to save Sam. They only gave him a year. He died and was taken to Hell a few weeks ago."

Lucinda tried to process what she was hearing. Dean was…he was…dead…in Hell, being tortured over and over. Her heart broke and she regretted staying at school last summer and all because of a stupid fight over the phone.

Her eyes were starting to glisten with tears. "Is there anything we can do?"

"If there was I would've done it by now. Look I know how you felt about Dean…"

She cut him off. "Dad, seriously. Don't. I'm gonna go unpack."

She kissed him on the cheek and headed upstairs. He sighed. This was gonna be hard on her. It was obvious the last few years that she had feelings for Dean and now, since Dean was oblivious to it, he'd never know how she felt and she'd never know if he felt the same way. If his little girl was going to end up with anybody, Dean was his first choice. He knew he could've protected her and taken care of her.