Sam watched Dean as he took a few shaky breaths. Without a word Sam grabbed a glass and the bottle of whiskey, pouring Dean a drink, which he swallowed in one gulp, holding the cup out for another. Sam was silent as Dean finished his second and third glass, before he finally spoke.
"It's the girl, Lillian?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, she's eleven. Damn it, Sammy, I have an eleven-year-old daughter." Dean said, shaking his head.
"What'd she say?"
"A bunch of bull-shit about not wanting to ruin my life, about not wanting Lily to have a dad who just comes and goes. Damn, Sam, I wouldn't have been that way. I would have given it all up, or else she could have come with us." Dean said, almost pleading to Sam.
"I know, Dean." Sam said.
"Laney's gonna tell her, said she'd call in a few days so I can meet her."
"Not to sound insensitive, but what about the case?" Sam asked, sitting down.
Dean looked confused for a few seconds. "I don't know."
"Obviously they have something to do with it, I mean, I checked a little farther and it seems like every death is somehow connected to them. One of the boys in her class was a victim. Another one of the victims was their teacher before she died, a kid in another class, the landlord, the uncle and a neighbor. As much as you don't want to believe it, the family has something to do with it."
"I'll talk to Laney about it."
The days ticked by as Dean waited anxiously, until one day Laney called and said that Lily wanted to meet him, so she invited Dean and Sam over for dinner.
Dean nervously drove there, Sam was silent beside him. They'd figured that Sam could scout around while Dean talked to Lily.
Lily's POV
Lily sat on the couch, flipping through the channels as quickly as they came past, beside her sat Logan.
"Lily, I can't see, go slower." Logan whinned.
"No, I like going this fast." Lily said, not taking her eyes off of the screen.
Logan crossed his arms as he silently pouted, and after a minute, Lily handed him the remote and walked away.
"I didn't mean you had to leave, Lil, it's okay, I like it that way." Logan said, turning around and hanging over the couch.
"It's okay, I didn't want to watch it anymore." Lily said, a hint of kindness in her voice.
"Are you okay?" Laney asked, resting her hand on Lily's shoulder, but Lily shrugged away.
"I don't want to talk to you." Lily muttered, heading into her room. "This is all your fault."
Laney frowned at the comment and went back into the kitchen. Lily didn't feel remotely bad about being mean to her Mom, she deserved it. All this time Lily had been without a father because her mother had refused to call him and now she was forcing Lily to meet him when she didn't want too.
Demon, Lily's pit-bull, lay on the bottom half of the bed, and without a word, Lily patted his head.
"I already hate him, this is so stupid." Lily whispered. "I don't want a Dad and I don't need one. Why can't he just go away?"
Demon stared at her as if he was listening, his one blue eye seemed to look deep inside Lily.
"What did I tell you about that stupid mutt, Lily? I don't want him in my house." Laney said from the doorway.
"Well tough, I do and this is my room."
"Listen here, missy, I'm the boss of this house and what I say goes." Laney said. "They're here, so get out here."
Lily waited a minute until she heard the front door open and there was the sound of voices. Finally Lily stood up and walked out, Demon at her heals.