Dean was mowing the front yard when Sam pulled up. Ethan hurried and jumped out of the car and ran to Dean for a hug.

"Uncle Dean!" Ethan yelled.

"Hey buddy!" Dean stopped the lawn mower and hugged him. "You want to go see your cousin?"

"Yeah!"

"Go in. Doors open." Dean said and Ethan took off.

"How she doing?" Sam asked.

They both sat down on the front porch which was huge!

"Her shoulder's all healed. It's just her side that's taking awhile." Dean said drinking a bottle of water.

"I don't get it." Sam said.

"What?"

"Why didn't I have a vision? I have visions of other people in trouble but why not my own family?"

"I don't know. It's just the way it always worked."

"How's Katie doing?"

Dean looked down. "She's stuffing herself with work. She'll do 12 hours a day and come home cook and go to bed."

"You two having problems?"

"I was taking my anger out on her and Megan heard. She asked if we were getting a divorce."

"Ouch. Katie knows your just frusterated."

"Yeah. If I don't stop this I'm going to break my family apart. Katie doesn't deserve any of this."

"No she doesn't." Sam agreed.

"Meanwhile dad's out on another hunt. You'd think by now his age would slow him down but it doesn't."

Sam laughed.

"Uncle Dean!" Ethan ran outside.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked standing up.

"It's Megan. She's bleeding bad." he said worried.

They all ran upstairs.

"Megan!" Dean yelled.

"I'm in here!" I was shocked. It wouldn't stop bleeding.

Dad kicked in the bathroom door. "Megan what the hell happened?" He asked grabbing a towel to apply pressure.

"I had to go to the bathroom." I said hurting.

"You know the rules. If you have to go then I carry you in here."

Uncle Sammy and Ethan were watching. "Dad."

"Why did you do it?" he was getting mad.

I looked at Uncle Sammy and he nodded. He grabbed Ethan and they went downstairs.

"Dad, I-"

"What?"

"I started." I mumbled.

"You started?" He asked puzzled.

"I started." I said slowly.

"Oh!" He said finally getting it. "Well that's an excuse then." He removed the towel and examind the wound. "You pulled the stitches out."

"Damn."

"You know what that means?" He looked at me.

My eye's went wide. "No!"

Uncle Sammy was holding me down on the bed while dad put stitches in himself.

"This is so not fair." I said. "It's not my fault I get that once a month."

"Suck it up." Dad said. I wasn't looking at him but I could tell that he was really close. I felt his breath on my skin.

"You want to hold my hand?" Uncle Sammy mused.

"You can let go of me. I'm not going anywhere."

"No." They both said. I admit I'm' a wuss when it came to stitches.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." Dad said.

"This sucks. Are you done?" I begged.

"I only got one stitch in." Dad said.

"Shit." this is a nightmare.

"Language." They both said.