"He hasn't given any reason as to why he doesn't like you." Sam said closing the book he had been reading.
"Can you think of anything?" Dean asked. "Even something your parents did?"
"I'm not sure about my parents." Ceara told him. "I don't remember my mom and my dad doesn't really talk about her."
"Do you think he might talk to us about her?" Sam asked.
"Possibly."
"Okay we'll come over tomorrow and talk to him."
"Okay."
"Thank you for letting us come over today." Sam told Ceara's dad.
"No problem. You said you had some questions for me?"
"Yes and we realize that it might be difficult for you to talk about but could you tell us a bit about Ceara's mother?"
"What do you need to know?"
"Anything. As much as you are willing to tell us."
"Okay well Vitoria and I met when we were in high school. Got married in college and had Ceara a few years later. And then as you know died in a car crash when Ceara was five."
"Can you tell us more about that night? Like where was she going?"
"We had actually had a fight before she left. She said she was just going to drive for a minute but she never came back. The next morning we heard about it."
"Was it raining?"
"No."
"How far away did she drive?"
"Just a couple miles away."
"Ceara told us that there was another car crash. When she was older."
"Yes the three of us were in the car we were on our way somewhere I can't remember where though. It was the anniversary of Vitorias death and I fazed out while I was driving and crashed into a poll."
"Were there any injuries?"
"No."
"Can you tell us a bit about Vitoria? What was she like?"
"She was wondering. She was an amazing mom to Ceara."
"Did she ever met Peters family?"
"No she never got the chance."
"Guess that rules out the mom." Dean said as they got into the car.
"Guess so. But if Ceara didn't do anything and her mom didn't do anything it has to be her dad right?"
"No one else it could be."
"But how can we find out what happened?"
"You think he'd tell us if he did something to Peter or his family?"
"I doubt it. But he did open up about Vitoria pretty easily."
"What if Ceara asked him?"
"That could work."
"Hello." Ceara answered.
"Hey." Peter said. "Are you busy?"
"No."
"My dads at work if you want to come over."
"He'd be so mad if he knew I was over."
"He's working till nine."
"Nine?"
"Yeah he'll never even know you were here. Come on he likes you."
"No he doesn't."
"Will you still come over?"
"For a little bit sure."
"I'm leaving well before nine." Ceara told Peter when she walked through the door to his house.
"Well since it's not even noon."
"I'm just letting you know."
"You want to sit in the living room or in my room?"
"Either."
"My beds more comfortable than the couch."
"Sounds good." They walked upstairs to his room and sat on his bed.
"That's a lot of books." Ceara said pointing at his desk that was covered in school books.
"It's only a few extra books mixed in with my school books."
"Still a lot."
"I guess." Ceara phone started ringing. "Hello?" She answered.
"Hey we talked to your dad about Vitoria." Sam told her. "She had never even met Peters family. We're thinking maybe your dad did something. Can you think of anything he might have done?"
"No not really."
"Could you try and talk to him and see if anything happened?"
"Sure I'll talk to him when I get home."
"You're not home?"
"No but I will be in a few hours."
"Okay call me after you talk to him and let me know what he says."
"Will do."
"Talk later."
"Alright." Ceara hung up her phone.
"Who was that?" Peter asked.
"One of my trauma counselors."
"What did he need?"
"He was asking something about my dad."
"Why would they need to know about your dad?"
"Not sure. I just don't ask."
"What are they wanting to know?"
"If my dad ever did something to upset your dad."
"Not that I know of. Why is that important?"
"I just told them that your dad doesn't like me and they're trying to figure out why."
"He doesn't dislike you. What makes you think that?"
"I have pretty good reasons."
"Then tell me."
"You'd think I'm crazy."
"I won't."
"You already do."
"I don't think you're crazy."
"You have to after I told you about what I see."
"But I don't. I'm not sure if you really do. But I don't think you're crazy and I do believe you see stuff. I'm just not sure if what you see is real or not."
"You would think I'm crazy if I told you everything."
"You don't have to tell me but I won't think you're crazy."
"Well at this point I'm pretty sure I am crazy. And probably need real trauma counselors."
"Real counselors? Don't you have counselors?"
"I said real counselors. And I'm not sure if I'll regret telling you this but. Joseph and Joe are really Sam and Dean."
"Why would they lie about their name?"
"Well they're not trauma counselors either. They're hunters but not like hunters that hunt animals. But that's a long story that I'm sure they could explain a lot better. But that doesn't even answer your question. I know your dad hates me because he's tried to kill me before." She waited for a few minutes. "Told you you'd think I'm crazy."
"I'm still processing what you just said. So forget all the stuff about hunters go back to my dad tried to kill you."
"A couple of times."
"Why do you say that like it's normal?"
"Because at this point it is normal."
"Um...okay. Are you sure he tried to kill you?"
"Pretty sure. He tried to hit me with a car."
"A car?"
"Yeah when we were at the movies. But he...never mind."
"What?"
"No nothing it's nothing."
"No I want to know what you were about to say."
"Um..." She stopped when she heard the door open and close downstairs. "Who's that?"
"I guess mom. Even though she said she wouldn't be back for another three hours." Peter left his room and walked downstairs. "Dad. You're home very early."
"Yeah the office had to be closed down for reasons that they didn't really give us."
"What are you going to do since you're home so early?"
"I don't know. Why is there something you're wanting to do?"
"No I have homework."
"Okay well I'll try and stay quiet then. Did you open the basement door?"
"No."
"Is there anyone else here?"
"No."
"You're sure?"
"Pretty sure I'd know." Erik walked over and opened the basement door. "Could you bring me a flashlight?"
"Sure." Peter handed him a flashlight that was in a drawer in the kitchen. Erik walked down there and Peter went to walk back upstairs but Ceara was standing at the top of the stairs.
"The office closed early." He told her. "You should leave while he's down there."
"Yeah." She started walking down the stairs but stopped halfway down when she heard someone running up the stairs. Sam and Dean ran up the stairs and stopped in the doorway.
"Hello." Dean said. "We were just stopping by."
Erik walked up the stairs behind them. "Why are you two in my house again?" He asked. "And why is she here?"
"I'm not here." Ceara told him. "You're seeing things?"
"Get out of my house! All three of you!"
"Don't have to tell me twice." She said walking down to the bottom of the stairs.
"I know I've said this before but this won't happen again." Sam told him. "But for real this time."
"Out!"
"Fine we're leaving." Dean said. "But at least sweep down there."
"What's down there?" Peter asked.
"You don't need to know." Erik told him.
"Why don't you want him to know how dusty it is down there? Or is it the people who have died down there?" Dean asked.
"No one died down there."
"Ceara saw them."
"Oh she saw them did she?"
"Hey guys can we just go?" Ceara said. "I don't really feel like getting shot at."
"We're leaving." Sam told her walked over to her.
"Not so fast Sammy. I have a few questions left."
"Well you're either doing to leave or I'm calling the cops." Erik told him.
"I don't think you want to do that."
"And why do I not?"
"Because if you call the cops I'll just tell them about how you've tried to kill Ceara."
"I've done no such thing."
"No? Then what's this?" Dean pulled out the leather book from a bag.
"How'd you get that?"
"Well we figured out the empty grave that use to be Peter's leads to the basement. I'm sure they can match the handwriting to you and you describe how you try to kill her along with your accident."
"Give me that back."
"Make me."
"Dean why don't we go now?" Sam asked.
"You're not going anywhere till you give me that book!" Erik told them.
"What accident is he talking about?" Peter asked Ceara.
"That's a long story."
"Tell me later?"
"Sure."
"Dean just give him the book." Sam told him.
"Fine we already read it anyway." Dean said throwing the book at him. "Let's go."
"I better never seen any of you in or near my house ever again." Erik told them. "Or you'll regret it."