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Dad was right.

Dad was right. The next day the bodies of the brother and sister were found in the woods, stripped of their organs.

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"Azura you are not helping them!" Dad yelled.

"Why not? You said yourself this demon is so powerful that we couldn't destroy it ourselves. What makes you think the Winchesters will be able to take it?"

"They are more experienced than you Azura, they know what they are dealing with!"

"Obviously not. They came to you for help."

"That's what all good hunters do! They go to someone who has dealt with something like the thing they are hunting. It helps cut down on time spent on a case!" I took a breath.

"When I asked about this demon, you said it targeted siblings. Are the Winchesters not siblings?" I asked.

"Yes, but it has a type. Brother and sister. I will not let you go out and get yourself kidnapped and then three days later Jacob gets kidnapped. Janice wouldn't let me live it down. She would find some way to blame it on me. I will not let this demon destroy my family!"

"You told me when I first started hunting, that hunting was all about risks. And that if I wasn't willing to take risks, then I might as well stop hunting."

"Hunting may be about taking risks, but it's also knowing when the risk outweighs the benefits, and right now, the risk is outweighing the benefit by a ton. I will not let you risk your life like that."

"Well then, if you won't let me help, can I at least go see where the bodies were found? I don't even have to do anything." I pleaded. I just wanted to be apart of the case. Dad had decided to help the Winchesters after all, but wouldn't let me help. Not even research.

"No. It's too dangerous." Dad was standing firm on his decision. I didn't want to play this card, but as a last resort it seemed as good as any.

"You can't stop me from going. I have my own vehicle."

"I'll take away the keys."

"I have a spare set."

"I'll take out a spark plug."

"I'll call the garage and get a new one."

"Why are you being difficult Azura?"

"Because I want to help. You won't let me even do research. Do you know how insulting that is? You're treating me like I am five years old. Well in case you haven't noticed, I'm not five. I'm freaking 17 years old Dad. I'm sure I can handle research. But no, you have to protect me from everything dealing with this case. Why?"

"I am trying to protect you."

"Then put me on research! The worst I can get from that is a paper cut. I can go through the journals and see if anyone else has dealt with this before."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I was a different man back then, one I swore I would never be again. I just don't want you to see that side of me."

"I can handle it Dad."

"Fine. You can look through the journals, but don't say I didn't warn you." Dad pointed a finger at me.

"You did." I turned on the ball of my foot and headed to the kitchen. I rummaged around in a drawer until I found the keys to the hunting room downstairs. Dad was still standing in the same place, arms crossed as I passed by him to get to the stairs. Our basement looked just like a normal basement when you first walked in, but if you took the time to explore you would find some not so normal things. Like the shotgun in a hidden cavity under the pool table, or the ingredients for spells on shelves in the bar. Or even the giant bags of salt in one of the rooms. I passed by all these things and headed straight for the back wall. A door stood all alone on this wall, always locked. Taking a deep breath and calming myself before unlocking it was a tradition I had started way back when I had began hunting. The presence of all the hunting supplies had a calming effect on me. Shoved away in a corner was a safe. I twisted the dial, whispering the combination out loud.

"35. 21. 11" The door swung open and revealed the stacks of hunting journals from Wilsons past.

"This one belongs to the first hunter in our family. His name was Joseph Wilson." Dad said holding a journal out to me. The cover was clearly aged, the writing inside faded. Dad put the book back in the safe.

"Joseph lived around the same time as Samuel Colt."

"The Samuel Colt?" I asked. Dad nodded. "Did they know each other Dad?" Dad shook his head.

"No probably not." He reached inside and pulled out a newer looking journal. "This is mine. When you go on your first hunt, you'll get your own. Inside you'll write what you were hunting and how you got rid of it. And someday, many years from now, your journal will be in here and someone will be telling their kid about how we hunted."

"Can I read yours?" Dad placed it back in the safe and closed the door.

"No Azura. That's enough of this room for today."

This time I reached for his journal first. I opened it and a picture fell out. I picked it up and looked at it. A picture of us. Of Mom, Jacob, Dad, and I. I was just a couple months old. It was Jacob's eighth birthday. Mom was behind him holding me, and you could see the reflection of Dad taking the picture in the window. I smiled. Why couldn't things go back to that? When everyone was happy? The place where the picture fell out had another picture sticking out. I flipped to that page. This was as good of a place to start. The other picture was a picture of me on my first day of school. The journal entry read,

August 15th 2002.

The divorce was finalized today. It's official, I am now single. Again. I wouldn't even care about this if not for the kids. Janice only wanted custody of Jacob, not Azura. Initially she didn't want either of them, but Jacob begged and begged her to take him. So she did. Left poor Azura here. Told her that she was going on a trip with Jacob. Azura starts kindergarten soon, just like any normal child would. She still believes in 'SuperDad'. That makes me smile. It seems only she can these days. Not much else can. I hope I can raise Azura right, not force her into the life like my dad did with me. I have a while to go before she will be ready for it though, lots of time to worry about little things. And to think on my mistakes, like why I was so foolish that I allowed Janice to find me in the middle of an interrogation. That's what pushed her over the edge, she said. That this had been a while coming, but seeing me with the demon. Musta lit a fuse. Azura, if you're reading this, I am so sorry. So sorry about everything. I hope you can understand why I do the things I do, I'm just trying to raise you the opposite of how I was raised. I never had a choice. I hope you will.

My eyes scanned over the entry about twice before what was written sunk in. I sucked in a deep breath. I stood up and turned towards the door. Dad stood at the door. I haven't even heard him approach. I thrust the journal in his direction.

"Is any of that true?" I asked. He took the book and read the page. Slowly he started to nod.

"Yes. All of it is true."

"You were the reason Mom got a divorce?"He nodded again. "What happened? Don't try and push this off. I want to know." He opened his mouth and shut it quickly. He looked at me, almost like he was trying to decide whether or not to tell. Finally he opened his mouth and began to tell the story.