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I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn


Sam and Andrea carried the last of the supplies into the kitchen. Lori began putting things away, cooing over some things that had been found. Andrea stopped herself from rolling her eyes and went out the back door, Sam followed.

"It's pretty nice here," Sam said, looking out over the yard.

"Yeah," Andrea agreed. "Do you think we might be able to stay awhile?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe, if Herschel decides to let us. If we could set up a high fence around the property line, set up some kind of alarm system, we might be able to have a life here. If Herschel decides he doesn't want us here then there's plenty of empty farms in the area. We could find another."

"Do you and your brother plan on staying with us that long?" Andrea asked, trying to figure out the brothers' plans.

"I don't know. Maybe. We work better on our own."

"How long do you plan on being cryptic? Times like this, we have to learn to trust each other. How can we trust you and Dean if we don't know anything about you?"

Sam was quiet. "We have some trust issues."

"You can trust us, we're a family."

"Our trust issues come from our family."

"Well, that's revealing." She gave him a small smile. "Anything you want to talk about?"

Sam didn't know how much he could tell her, or what he wanted to tell her. Would Dean be upset if he found out? "It's complicated. Our mom died when we were young, dad wasn't around much."

"So what's with the arsenal in the trunk?"

"What did you do before all of this?" Sam asked, waving his hand toward the woods.

"Don't change the subject," she said. Catching his expression she finally admitted, "I worked at a law firm."

"Well, me and Dean used to hunt monsters."

Andrea looked at him. "Monsters?" Her eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, vampires, werewolves, demons, the like."

The blonde exhaled deeply. "If this were six months ago, I would laugh in your face and tell you to check yourself into a mental hospital. Now, well, I actually believe you." She looked at him. "How did you get into it?"

"Family business. Our parents were hunters. That's what we call ourselves," he clarified. "My dad's friend, Bobby was actually more of a father to us than our real dad. He died last year, got shot on the job."

"I'm sorry," Andrea said, seeing the tears form in Sam's eyes. He sniffed and turned his face away from her.

"Nothing you can do," he said, shaking his head, deciding not to tell her he spent a short time as a ghost. "He was the one we always turned to for help. If he were alive today then that's where we would be headed. We wouldn't have even thought about staying here at all, just gone straight for his house. But there's nothing there anymore." He sniffed, blinking rapidly.

Andrea was quiet, she didn't know what to say. "At least you and Dean still have each other. Don't ever let anything happen to him."

Sam shook his head. "I wouldn't."