After the whole moving thing, my things were all packed. When I went downstairs there was a bad look on my dads face. "What?" I asked. His hands were crossed.

"We have no room in my car-" He said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For you-" He said. Haha, nice one dad.

"Whats in my seat?" I asked.

"The stuff were taking with us." I looked around the room and everything that was on the walls were gone, the table was gone- I'm talking everything.

"So-" I said wating for him to come up with a conclusion.

"She can't ride with me, gramps is in the car- and Zacks going to be doing some stuff- the baby seat takes up to much seat and-" I stopped him. He was getting on my nerves.

"Sam! we get it- I'll just go with Tyler." Everyone freezed, even Zack dropped his sippy cup.

"Haha- very funny." Dad said.

"I'm being serious." I told him.

"I have a better idea, why don't we but the stuff in my car in his car and then you can ride with me." oh, why didn't you think of that before- geniuse?

"No can do Mr. Winchester, my cars to small." Dad rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but Laura sits in the backseat- and if I see you two move positions I sware I'll hit you when we get out." Oh please.

"I love you dad." I told him to controll my anger. Tyler and I went in his car and by the time we were by the cross light I jumped up front.

"Your dad- what a protective guy. I can't blame him- if I lost someone like you I would go crazy." I'm going crazy right now. That was so sweet. We drove for about 12 hours and my dad started to get tired. That was weird of him. He never really got tired- something must of happened. Plus, he loves that car- it's not like he's going to give up an oppurtunity to leave it. We got to this really old hotel- cheap to. Like $35 a night. Tyler stayed with Grampa, I stayed with Dad and Aunt Chloe, Zack and Uncle Sam stayed in together. Dad thought we should all get some rest for tommarow. I guess he wanted to sleep because he new he would be moving all the boxes in himself.

"Hey dad." I said while jumping on the king size bed. He looked my way and smiled.

"Ya honey?" He asked.

"Can you lay off of Tyler for me- I mean I know what I did was wrong, but I'm sorry- so just can you give him another chance." He started to laugh.

"Honey- if you were dating the sweetest boy on earth, that Sam and I both liked I still would be rude as hell to him."

"Why?" I asked.

"because-" He said while jumping on the bed right next to me. "Because he's dating you- and it's just the way things work, you got it?" haha. I wasnt in the mood to argue so I just nodded my head and closed the lights. My dad started to sing "Highway to Hell." From Ac/Dc.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Singing you a lullyby-" Haha very funny. I rolled my eyes.

"Were on a Highway to Hell!" I sang along with him. He wanted to take some of the tension off the surface and I new that was his way of doing it. Then all of a sudden I fell asleep, I don't know how long I was out, but before I new it someone jumped on my bed.

"Ahh!" I screamed. Dad didn't move an inch. I found Zack sitting on top of me.

"Laura- theres something in my closet." He told me. Okay, with the things that we do I decided to take it seriously.

"Why didn't you wake your dad up?" I asked.

"Because, he's not there." What? Sam would never leave his kid alone. What about Chloe?

"Is your mom there?" I asked. He shook his head no. I grabbed his hand and took a bottle of holy water and salt from dads hunting bag, I then walked accross the hall into Uncle Sams room. I opened the closet door and inside I saw a cloked figure with a cane. He had Gold eyes and a red hoodie on. He didn't have a body, it was like his eyes were just floating there- in the black background.

"Hi Laura." It said. I took out the holy water and poured it all over him. It didn't effect him, it just started burning and then stopped working or something. He grabbed my hand. At that point I started screaming.

"Laura!" Zack started to yell. Then his voice started to change.

"LAURA!!" He said again. I started to squirm on the floor. My hands were turning read, they were swelling and they started to burn like hell.

"Stop!" I yelled. I blinked my eyes trying to snap out of it but the redness just kept crawling up my hands. It was like a rash, or a disease.

"Dean!" Thank god, Zack was calling my dad. He wouldn't call him Dean though- he would call him something like Deanie Beanie or Uncle Deanie. I felt his hands go through my hair. He was acting real gentle. All of a sudden I stopped shaking.

"Laura, baby- wake up." thank god it was a dream. My eyes shot opened and started to pant really hard.

"Laura what happened- it's 4 in the morning-" He stopped and grabbed my arm.

"OWW!!!!!" I screamed. The rash was still there. Dad picked up me in his hands and laid me down on uncle Sams bed. He tucked me in and then took my hand out from under the covers so Uncle Sam and him could have a look at it.

"Laura just go to sleep- I don't want you to feel anything okay?" I nodded my head and slowly shut my eyes.

"Sam, what is this?" Sam grabbed my hand and started to touch it lightly. I didn't really sleep, I just shut my eyes. I pushed down even harder trying not to move. I was in a lot of pain.

"Her vains are stiking out." Uncle Sam pointed out.

"Daddy-" I said. Uncle Sam took his hand away right away.

"Laura- I thought I told you to go to sleep."

"That thing cave it to me, he touched my hand."

"What thing?" Daddy asked me.

"He was in the closet." I told them. Dad went to the closet door and opened it.

"Laura- all thats in here are sams clothes and a cane." O-M-G, the cane. That belonged to him.

"The canes not mines Dean." Uncle Sam told Dean.

"Laura-" Dad scolded.

"It's his daddy. He had it with him." I told him. Tears about to roll down my eyes. Where's Aunt Chloe? I started to think.

"Where's Zack?!" I asked a little paniced.

"They went into Deans room. There going to sleep there for tonight and your going to sleep here." I nodded my head.

"So I'm going back to sleep." Uncle Sam told my dad.

"What about my dream?" I asked.

"Laura- you need to sleep, okay I'll get to that thing tommarow."

"Promise?" I asked. Dad jumped on my same bed and wrapped his arm around me.

"Promise. Just sleep okay?" I nodded my head and then rested it on his shoulder. I didn't go to sleep that whole night, he didn't either, he just kept stroking my hair whispering a song. I wasn't really paying attention to it, but I felt comfortable. Scared to close my eyes, but safe in his arms. I new that when I was with him nothing could touch me. He was my hero- my daddy.