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"Dad?" Dean said. "You saw us kill the shtriga?"

"Yeah." Dad said.

"How long have you been here Dad?" I asked.

"I was here before you guys even heard of this town." He said. "But I knew Dean had to run this job so I stayed back."

"So what are you doing here now? I mean why'd you even stick around?" Sam asked. There was always a little hint of rebellion in his voice when he talked to Dad. I'd thought all of that was settled but I don't know when Sam and our father will be settled.

"I wanted to make sure..." Dad said.

"That I didn't screw up again?" Dean asked. He lowered his head.

"I'll admit I was worried that the past might repeat itself, but you did a good job Dean."

Dean looked up, surprised. "Oh, well um thank you sir."

Dad said he was going with us. He seemed a bit unnerved when he found out we'd been living somewhere for a while and had day jobs. He also didn't take three week long stretch without any hunting very well either. Still he was a lot more easy going than I thought he would be. We packed up our things and loaded the Impala. I was about to get in with Sam and Dean when Dad said "Becca why don't you ride with me?" I don't know how to explain it. My father isn't a bad guy. He's a great guy. You just have to understand him. He's not some sappy, sugar coated, "Full House" dad. So the fact that he wasn't chewing any of us out for anything was kinda freaking me out. Still it was nice having him around and I honestly did feel like a giddy little girl who just wanted to ride with her daddy.

Dad had on his signature country music, which somehow actually sounded good to me after a year of what Sammy calls the best of mullet rock. "How're you're ribs?" he asked. I'd hurt them when the shtriga threw me against the wall.

"I'm okay." I said. "Sam wrapped me up and it feels a lot better."

He was quiet for a while and then he cleared his throat and said "So how's Pete doing?"

I froze. He wasnt supposed to ask me that. He was supposed to ask Dean and Sam and they were supposed to make up a lie that he would swallow and everyone would live happily ever after. Actually for everyone to live happily ever after Dad wasnt supposed to ask about it at all. But he did. And he asked me. I tried to think of something to say but I felt like I'd already been quiet for the longest time. "I..um...okay I guess?" I know. Not the most brilliant thing to say, but what can I say. I was trying to by time.

"You guess." Dad said. "Shouldn't you know honey. I mean the kid's your boyfriend isn't he?"

Oh God. Was he trying to kill me? I thought about making up something, but first off I'm not that good at lying (at least to family) and secondly I hated lying to him. So I closed my eyes and tried to sound less nervous than I was. "Actually Daddy, me and Pete broke up."

"What did he do?"

"Nothing." I said quietly.

"Nothing?" Dad asked. "So then why would you break up with him."

"Well...he broke up with me." I sighed, already knowing how he would react to that.

"He what? Why? What makes him think that he could do that to you?I have half a mind to drive there right now and kick his scrawny ass." He ranted. "Some little punk thinks he can break up with my daughter for no reason and..."

"Dad it wasn't for no reason." It flew out of my mouth before I had a chance to think. I mean why couldnt I have just let my father think that Pete was a jerk (Other than the whole him tracking Pete down and killing him thing)? Because as soon as I opened my big mouth and said that I knew Dad would ask...

"So what was the reason Becca."

"Well..." I started. "It's kind of personal?" Dad gave me a look that said I better give him a real answer. "Okay well... Um he kinda got scared and freaked out because... I told him."

"You told him? Told him wha...You told him about hunting?" Dad asked. I looked out the window. We were only going about seventy miles per hour. Jumping out of a moving vehicle was beginning to look like a pretty decent option. "Rebecca I asked you a question. Did you tell Pete about what we do?"

"Yes sir." I whispered. "But Dad I swear I didn't have a choice. He... We came back from a hunt and I was all cut up and Pete saw me..."

"Why were you all cut up?"

"I was possessed by some whack job spirit and she clawed at me trying to stay in my body." I explained. "Anyway when we got back Pete was waiting up for me and he saw how I looked and he was freaking out. He wanted to call an ambulance and he didn't understand why we wouldn't let him.. It didn't help matters that he saw Sam's gun. So I had to tell him something. I had to explain things to him so that he wouldn't call the cops or anything and there was just so much to cover up...So I didn't. I told him the truth about us. He wont tell anyone Dad. He promised me."Dad looked at the road. I couldn't read him at all. Was he mad or scared or disappointed? I couldn't tell. "Dad?"

"Becca I..." It was at that moment that my phone went off. "It's probably Dean or Sam." Dad said. I didn't know if that was his way of telling me to pick up or not, but I did know that it gave me a break so I picked it up without even looking at the caller I.D. Let me just say for the record: ALWAYS CHECK THE CALLER ID.

"Hello?" I said.

"Becca hey." I repeat. Always check the caller. Why? Because you never know when you might get a call from your current boyfriend in the presence of your father (who doesnt even know the kid exsist) while in the middle of telling him about your last boyfriend.

"Hey." I said. "Um now's not really a good time. I'm gonna be back in town tomorrow okay?"

"Uh sure." Jason said. "Are you alright."

"Yep. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye." He hung up.

"I take it that wasn't Sam or Dean." Dad said.

"No." I said.

"Might I ask who it was?"

"Um... that was just a friend." I said.

"A friend?" I nodded. "Rebecca let me just tell you, right now is not the time to be cute. I'm starting to think there's a lot you're keeping from me and I don't like it. Now I want the truth and I want it right now. You here me?"

"Yes sir."I was really starting to miss that sappy, sugar coated, "Full House" dad from before. And come to think of it, how did this situation even happen. I mean Dean and Sam promised they weren't going to rat me out. I wasn't going to get in trouble. Wasn't that the plan? What happened to the plan. I screwed the plan up with my big mouth that's what happened to the plan. And now I was stuck. Why did I always end up stuck? I had to tell him. I told Dad about making Dean split up on the hunt after we left Pete. I told him about Jason and his issues with his family and his father. Everything... except the me having sex part. I figured it was one time and it wasn't even good so it practically didn't even happen. Okay maybe it did happen, but I still wasn't going to tell him that.

"So why do you think this Jason is any better than Pete?"

"I'm not saying there was anything wrong with Pete Dad. He just couldn't handle what we do." I said.

"And this Jason can?" Dad asked.

I didn't like the way he called him "this Jason." Like the word "this" was his first name or something. "I don't know. I haven't told him."

"But you plan to?"

"No!" I said. "I don't know. I don't want to." I hadn't thought about it really. "I messed up last time. I didn't know what else to do. I mean I thought because I loved him and he loved me it wouldn't matter. But it is a hard pill to swallow."

"Becca, I don't think you should be dating all of these guys until you mature a bit and figure some things out." he said.

I couldnt believe he said that. "Mature. Dad I've had to be mature ever since I was seven and you put a gun in my hand and told me to go hunt evil for a living. And what do you mean all of these guys. I've dated TWO guys in my entire life. You don't seem to have a problem with Dean going out with any girl he wants."

"Hey. Watch your tone." Dad warned. "Dean's older than you are."

"He was my age once Dad. You used to let him go to bars and..."

"That was to make money so that we could spend our time hunting." He argued.

"Come on Dad. You know as well as I do that's not all he was doing. Why is it different for me?" I asked. "Why is it ALWAYS different for me? I couldn't start hunting at the same age Sam and Dean did I was only given permission to start dating after I'd already fallen in love."

"That's just it Rebecca." Dad yelled. "Dean just slept around with those guys. You thought you were in love with that boy."

"I was in love with him Daddy."

"You're too young to even know what love is." He said. I didn't know how to respond to him anymore. "These guys may say they love you, but they just want one thing. You need to be protected for your own goo..."

"Dad, I am NOT a little girl anymore! I don't need you to protect me from everything. And I don't need you to tell me what love is. I felt it. Good and bad, I felt it. Pete and I were in love and it hurt like hell to leave him and I know you want to protect me from that, but you can't. Because that's life."

Dad was quiet for a bit. Then he said "So do you think you love this Jason?"

"I like him a lot, but no I'm not in love with him." I said.

"I want to meet him."

"Come on Dad." I complained.

"Becca, I'll give you maturity. Maybe you aren't A little girl anymore, but your never gonna mature your way out of being MY little girl. Now I want to meet this boy, understand me?"

"Yes sir." I sighed.

"Good. Now get some sleep." he said. I closed my eyes, but I couldnt sleep. I just listened to my father hum along to the radio. I wondered what would happen tomorrow. How exactly would Jason act with my Dad. He hadnt even met my brothers. The thought of me, Jason, Dean, Sam and Dad in a room together was not really something I was looking forward to.