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Chapter Three: Blood On My Car

"So, Uncle D, who's Jo?" I asked, turning in my seat to face him.

He glanced over at me and turned down the radio. "She's just an old friend."

I nodded. "Oh." I could tell by the way he said 'she's just an old friend' that he meant an old more than friend. "So what happened?"

He didn't answer immediately. I think he knew that I knew that Jo was an old girlfriend. "My dad and her mom were old friends. Ellen, Jo's mom, knew about hunting because her husband was a hunter. I got together with Jo about the same time as your parents and it was kinda nice that I didn't have to lie to her about who I was. After you were born, and your dad and me killed the demon, your Gramps told her that he had made a mistake on a hunt that got Jo's dad killed. Of course, that kinda ended our relationship."

I listened to the story and was shocked. One, about the fact that Gramps had got another guy killed and two because I'd never really heard Uncle Dean talk to much at one. "Well, that kinda sucks."

He laughed. "Yeah. It does."

We were silent for a while until a thought came to my mind. A very interesting thought, actually.

"Did you love her?" Mind you, Uncle D nor Gramps is good with emotions. It runs in the family, though Dad is pretty good with them and so I am. Oh, well. That's what I get for being a Winchester.

He took a deep breath and let it out before answering. "I guess I did."

Do, I thought. He still loves her. I knew that he was uncomfortable with the whole emotional thing and I decided to stop pestering him. I leaned over into the backseat and pulled out one of my knives from my bag. I then got comfortable in the front seat and started flipping it in my hands. I saw Uncle D glance over at the dancing knife in my hands, and shake his head.

"Don't get blood on my car," he warned.

"I won't,' I assured him. Most Uncle's would have said 'be careful, don't hurt yourself' but my Uncle didn't need to worry about me. It was one of the things I inherited from Mom, the ability to heal fast. Now with Mom, usually she heals in under 30 second. I'm only half of her so instead of days and weeks of healing, I heal in minutes and hours.

Uncle Dean turned up the radio, so now Metallica filled the car. Usually I don't mind his music but today I wanted to listen to something a little less hard. I grabbed a cassette tape out of my bag and took out Metallica.

"Hey! What are you doing?" he asked, as I pushed in my tape.

"I want to listen to something besides Metallica," I told him.

"And what's that?"

"Tom Petty," I told him just as the music started. I went back to my knife and Uncle D turned his attention to the road.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! I just didn't know what else to write in this one and I hate ending chapters and this one ends better than most of mine. Thanks for reviews!