"Ough, Dean. I am so sorry."

Dean stood there still out of breath, frowning at her.

"What was that?!" he yells at her.

"I am so sorry you had to see that, to meet that me. I was a real monster then."

"Why? What happened then?"

"Ough, that's when I met Uncle Gabe for the first time, and he introduced me to the Home Alone movies and taught me a few trick. You were really angry at me, at him then. But eventually you learned how to avoid the traps and I guess it wasn't fun anymore."

She sighs and approaches him. "Please, let me." With his ok she puts her hand on his face, and with a green glow the bruises and the blood vanished.

"Again, I am so sorry."

Dean was slowly calming down, but then he looks at Rowena "Why the hell would you do this?"

Rowena looks at him as if she was shocked "You think I did this?"

"Who else?!" Dean yells.

"Where were you tonight Rowena? And why did you leave your phone behind?" Sam asks.

"Well, if you must know, I was at a club tonight. A girl just wants to have fun once in a while. And I must have forgotten my phone." She says "Really, now, I came all this way to help you, I stay here just in case you need me, and this is how I am treated?" she dramatizes as she walks out, heading to her room. Sam frowns.

Dean shakes his head and says. "I need a shower. And some sleep." He looks at MJ and heads to his room. MJ was looking at him as he left. There was something different. He seemed different.

Sam turns to MJ "What happened tonight? What did you do?"

MJ starts telling him about how she poured water all over him, super-glued his hand to a mop, almost stapled his face, making books fall on him over and over, making him slip and fall down a couple of times and eventually electrocuting him with low voltage.

Sam didn't know how to react to this. A part of him imagined all this happening to Dean and he wanted to laugh. Dean somehow always manages to get himself into these kinds of situations. Funny situations.

Finally he says "Let all go to bed. It has been a long night."

In the morning MJ was in the kitchen, eating. Dean enters the kitchen and sees her.

"So, finally decided to eat the cereal?"

MJ smiles feeling embarrassed. "Yeah. I'm almost done." She gets up finishing the bowl as she walked to the sink and drops it in. She heads out of the room, but Dean pull out a chair.

"No, sit."

She sits there still not making eye contact. "Dean, again, I am so sor..."

He waves his hand "Forget it. There was something else I wanted to ask you."

"What is it?"

"What kind of a father was I to you? I mean, you probably heard the stories of how our father was to us, right? Was I..."

"No! Not even close! You were a great dad. The best a girl like me could hope for."

"But you were only 5 and you knew everything about being a hunter."

"Had to. Lucifer was after me."

"After you? Why?"

"Bloodline, Dean. I too was a good vessel for him. Not as good as Sam, but better than any else."

This made Dean frown. Why are we Winchesters cursed that we can't have a normal childhood?

MJ knew where his thoughts were headed. She looks at him, places her hand on his and says "You were a great dad. I had the best childhood a kid could hope for. You took me places, bought me toys. We celebrated every Thanksgiving, Christmas together."

This made Dean smile a bit.

"Last night, when I snapped at you and told you to go to your room, you looked at me and said "Yes,sir!". This reminded me of me and my dad. So I thought..."

"You are wrong." She sighs. "I was a real monster at that age. I would say anything I thought could hurt you."

"Good morning!" Sam says entering the kitchen. "Glad to see you two talking."

Dean frowns at him and so does MJ, in the exact same way. This creeped Sam out a bit, so he changed the subject. "Anything new?"

"Nope."

"Nothing."

He looks at them suspiciously "So, you two are ok now?"

MJ looks at Dean. Dean nods "Yeah, we're ok."

Later that day Sam was in the library, looking through his computer when he hears a strange beeping sound. He looks around and finally learns that the sound was coming from the drawer of the desk he was sitting at. He opens it and finds a phone inside. The phone lets out a last beep before dying.

No battery Sam thought. But whose phone is this?

He goes over to an outlet near a book shelf and plugs the phone in with a cable he had lying around. The phone now said Charging.

Bobby comes back from a hunt and rushes around the bunker trying to find Sam. He finds him in the library.

"Sam! Good thing I found you."

"What is it, Bobby?"

"We were on a hunt in Columbus, we thought we were hunting a werewolf, because there were bodies without hearts pilling up at the morgue. Long story short, it wasn't a werewolf, it was just some sicko."

"Human?"

"Yes, human. A psychopath. But he caught me snooping around and ... well..." This is when Bobby started to blush a bit, feeling embarrassed.

Sam gives him a comforting look and asks "What happened?"

"He took me by surprised and overpowered me."

"How did you get out?"

"Well, I didn't. A demon saved me."

Sam's eyes widen in shock. "A demon?"

"Yeah, go figure. But he said he had a message for you. Here..."

Bobby gives him a piece of paper. There was a phone number on it.

"He said to call him."

"Call him?"

"Yeah... Um... He said please."