Dean's POV

God damn fucking werewolf got my fucking leg and I don't even want to think about what that mother fucker did to my fucking chest. He just got the upper hand and ripped me to fucking shreds. Jesus Christ where the hell is the pain pills when you need them.

"Dean are you awake?"

I roll my head over and open my eyes. "What the fuck Lara. How did you get here? Am I dead?" I shot up in bed and look around. Lara is standing next to my bed with her big eyes opened wide. My dad is standing at the end of the bed with Sam and Bobby and Karen are by the window. "I'm in a hospital aren't I?" I ask kind of stupidly.

Lara chuckles and looks at Sam. "I would ask the doctor if he had any brain damage but he's normally this stupid."

Shit if they are all here and I'm in the hospital that means the werewolf got me pretty bad. Dammit I don't even know if I killed it. They all know the drill so that means they should have told Lara I was in an accident. "How you doing Dean?" She asks me.

I shake my head and look at the morphine drip. "I'd feel better with more morphine and a hot nurse but hell a car accident won't get me down."

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at me and sits back in her seat. I can tell she is pissed off. I look at Sam and he gives me a warning glance. Oh fuck. I remember some of it now. I showed up at Bobby's but he wasn't there. Karen and Lara patched me up and got me here. That means that Lara saw my car and knows it's fine. Shit.

Bobby moves over to Lara and puts his hand on her shoulder. "Now that Dean is awake we need to talk darling. You said once he did we could." She looks at him and grabs his hand and starts to cry. I try to sit up. If she's crying it probably has something to do with something my dumbass did but Sam pushes me back down.

"I need to talk to him alone for a moment first." Lara says through her tears. Bobby tries to say no but she gives him a pouty look with tears coming down her face and he can't deny her. Not that any of us can. "Ok, we'll be in the hall just come get us when you're done."

They all file out and Sam tries to tell me everything in a glance but to be honest I'm too stoned from the morphine to understand what he is saying. Once they leave Lara just sits there quietly for a few minutes. I can see the gears turning in her head has she sits there. "How long have I been out?" I ask trying to break the silence.

She looks over at me and her eye lashes have tears clinging to them. "One week. I'm surprised you haven't woken up. I haven't left this stupid room and I have been screaming my head off every time I close my eyes."

Once again I try to sit up but she stands up and pushes me back down. "Why have you been screaming? Is it the normal dreams?"

She shakes her head and actually laughs. "No Dean, these were not the normal dreams. I killed someone. I killed them with your gun at Uncle Bobby's. Based on the fact he looked right at you with hate and violence in his eyes I assume he was the one that did this to you. So do you want to explain to me why you said you were in a car accident? Or why Aunt Karen told the doctors you were mauled by a wild animal?"

Shit, we have worked so hard to keep this from her. "Lara, I think you should bring them back in." She shakes her head no almost violently. "No Dean, I want to hear it from you. Not them, you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

After three hours of trying to explain everything I know about the supernatural world and trying to convince her she didn't' kill a man but a dangerous werewolf, she decided to finally let them all back in the room. Sam can tell by just looking at her she knows. He runs over to her and gives her a tight hug and she pushes him back. Bobby, Karen, and dad take the hint and stand back. "Where the hell do you all get off lying to me my entire life? Is anything you guys told me real?"

Bobby looks like she hit him in the stomach. "Darling we were trying to protect you. It's what your parents wanted. I tried to tell them to tell you but they wanted you to grow up normal. So I respected their wishes."

Her rage is taking over her body and I can tell she is going to lose it soon. "They are dead! Their wishes don't fucking matter anymore. You should have told me! Especially you Uncle Bobby. You know what I have seen how could you keep this from me? What happened when I was a kid? I heard you mention it once to Aunt Karen but I wrote it off has something stupid or silly." What does she mean what you she has seen?

Bobby lets out a loud sigh. He looks at John, Sammy, and I and pleads with us with his eyes not to freak out. "Karen was possessed when you were a toddler. You somehow managed to exorcise her. I don't know how you did it but you did but I think you can guess how you did it." He gives her a knowing glace and she shakes her head in understanding. "That is when we found out about this world. Your parents freaked out and told me never to mention it to you. They didn't want you to know about this world."

"So what were you guys going to do if one of you died? Just tell me it was an accident?" I start to turn red and I can't look at her. She catches me and looks at Sammy who is doing the same thing. "Holy shit you guys were all going to lie to me. You had it planned out didn't you?" I can't look at her, she got us. She grabs my shoulders and shakes me. "Dean how could you? So what were you going to tell me if you all died?"

I look at Bobby and he shakes his head. "We had it planned out so we wouldn't give you mixed stories. If one of us died we had the story planned out. If dad died it was because he was mugged. If I died it was a car accident. For Sammy it was a brain aneurism. For Bobby he got in a bar fight and died. For Aunt Karen we weren't has worried but her back up story was she got hit crossing the road."

Her eyes started to fill with fresh tears. "Car accident? Really Dean? You thought I would handle another one of those?" And she runs out of the room. Sam tries to grab her but she hits him square in the jaw and dad holds him back from trying to go after her.

She doesn't come back into the room after she left. I'm in the hospital another week and I don't see her at all. Sammy had to go back to school and dad even left to go on hunt with the promise from Bobby that I can recover at his house. With my leg I won't be hunting anytime soon. Bobby says that Lara just goes to school and comes back. She hasn't spoken a word to anyone not even Sam when he left to go back. He says she screams in her sleep and he wakes her up but she kicks him out of her room before he can calm her down. We all messed up plain and simple.

I'm finally getting out of the hospital. Karen picks me up and gets me back home. She has me set up in the den since I can't do stairs. Lara isn't home when I get back and I can be thankful for that. I'm afraid to see her again after everything. We should have told her, we should never have lied to her.

By 11 pm she still isn't back. Bobby and Karen are pretending they aren't worried but I can see it written all over their faces that they are scared shitless. At around midnight I hear a knock on the front door and I hobble over to open the door. When I open it I don't see anyone. I step out on to the porch and no one is there, but it oddly smells like the ocean out here. I step out further and my foot hits something. I look down and it's Lara. I try to lean down but with my leg I can't. "Bobby! Lara is on the porch!"

She rolls over and starts to laugh. That is when I can tell she is drunk. Bobby comes out running out and looks down at her. She is wasted and laughing like a lunatic. He picks her up and carries her inside and drops her on the couch. "I'm going to bed. She'll have a fun morning." He says has he slams his bedroom door shut. I hear him and Karen fighting behind it.

Has predicted she is bowing down to the porcelain god come morning. By mid afternoon she has made it 10 feet from the bathroom and is lying on the couch. I come down and sit next to her. "Punishing yourself isn't going to help squirt."

She kicks me in my good leg and slowly lays down on me. "It just hurts Dean. It really hurts." I can see by her face she is in pain and it's not because of the alcohol. We hurt her.

"I'm sorry Lara. We didn't do it to hurt you. We wanted you to be safe and happy."

She shakes her head in my lap and I can tell she is about to start crying again. "Safe and happy. That's a funny idea. How can I be safe if I don't know what's out there? How can I be happy if you all are dead? I want you teach me."

"Teach you what Lara?"

"Everything. I want to know what you know. I want to do what you do." I look down at her and shake my head. "Don't you dare tell me no Dean. Not after you all lied to me. I want to know."

"Squirt if Bobby says you can I will but not without his permission." I can't go against him.

"Oh you will teach me everything."

Lara's POV

I knew he would cave. He caved quicker than I thought even. Since he has been on the mend he started teaching me small things. Exorcisms, lore, how to kill things, all the things he could on paper. Once he got better he started teaching me how fight, how to kill.

He knew I was pissed and did the one thing he knew that would gain my trust and make me forgive him. That was to give me what I wanted. I have forgiven him and did forgive him. He was just doing what Uncle Bobby, Aunt Karen, and my parents wanted him to do.

I stood outside his door every night to make sure he was ok while he was in the hospital. I wouldn't go in the room because I was still mad but I had to make sure he was alright. So I sat by the door has long as Uncle Bobby would let me making sure nothing came to get him in his sleep. Dean and Sam are two of the most important people in my life and I don't know what I would do if I lost one of them. I love them both so much that it hurts me to even think of a world without them in it.

"I hate knives Dean. Can't I just always have a gun?"

"No Lara you can't always have a gun. Do you know how often I actually use a gun? Barely ever! You have to be able to use anything around you. That includes knives, swords, stones, chairs, glass, hell even a pencil. You need to be able to kill with anything." I know he's telling me the truth. He told me what he has done and with what.

I grab the knife again and I try to attack him and in two moves I'm on my back again. "OK again." He yells at me helping me get to my feet.

When we're done I'm pretty bruised and sore. We have been telling Uncle Bobby and Aunt Karen that we are fixing up an old VW beetle convertible for me but I don't know how long I can hide the bruises from them. There's only so far into the summer I can pull off long sleeve shirts and jeans without them getting worried. Maybe I'll start up a sport just to have the excuse. We have actually worked on my car so it's not a total lie. We've completely redone the engine. This baby will be able to go 100 mph easily. He even helped me paint it. I wanted it fire engine red with tan leather seats and that's exactly what I got. I managed to convince him to help me put in a CD player with the condition that for my birthday he gets to fill my car with music so I don't listen to "any crap like Sammy." He still feels guilt about lying to me so he's trying to make it up to me where he can, which is fixing up my car and teaching me how to kill things.

I have been keeping one thing from Dean though, my angels. Not only their existence but that they have started to visit me again. They help me train. Uncle Gabe and Uncle Cassie are really talented warriors and have been teaching me how to use what they call an angel sword. They gave me one and told me to hide it and not let anyone see it. When they are done training with me they usually heal my bruises so no one sees them. They don't mean to hurt me they are just so much stronger and faster than me. I keep my sword hidden in the salvage yard in a trunk of a car that has been there since before I was born.

We limp back to the house, mostly because his leg is still recovering and I just got my ass handed to me. Aunt Karen is making dinner in the kitchen and Uncle Bobby is reading a book on some kind of Celtic Gods and I'm pretty sure on how to kill them. Sammy isn't coming home this summer because he got a job at school and it's a bit lonely not having him here. I thought I would get him back for the summer. "Uncle Bobby when can I go visit Sammy? I miss him!" I try to give him my best pouty face hoping he will fall for it.

Uncle Bobby looks at me and laughs. "I don't have the time to drive off to California on a whim sweet heart. You are going to have to wait until I have time."

I look over at Dean and try to guilt him into it. It's not like he doesn't miss his brother just as much as I do. "Please Dean. Take me to see Sammy." I can see him caving. He looks at Uncle Bobby and he shakes his head.

He puts his head in his hand and shakes his head. "Ok I will take you on a few conditions. Number 1 if I tell you to do something you do it. I don't want a fight about you going to some frat party the first night we are there. Number 2 I pick the music and the restaurants on the way there. And number 3 you will not even think about looking at alcohol. Rule number 4 I have final say on everything."

He still hasn't forgiven me for stealing a bottle of Uncle Bobby's vodka and getting plastered in the salvage yard a few weeks ago. "Deal, deal, deal, and deal! I'll go pack." I run up the stairs to call Sammy and to pack.