"Why was she here?" Erik asked Peter after Sam, Dean, and Ceara had left.
"Because I invited her here. I didn't know about the other two."
"I've told you not to bring her around."
"But why not?"
"Because I told you not to!"
"I'm going to need a better reason then that."
"How about its my house."
"Fine she'll never be in your house again."
"Thank you."
"That was unexpected." Dean said as they were in the car driving.
"Yeah you could definitely say that again." Ceara told him.
"Sorry we didn't know you were there." Sam told her.
"It's fine. I shouldn't have gone."
"There's no reason for you to not be allowed there."
"It doesn't matter. If you take me home I'll talk to my dad."
"Okay."
"Call us with any information you get." Dean told her dropping her off in front of her house.
"I will." She said then closed the car door and walked into her house. "Hey dad I'm home."
"Hey. Where were you?"
"Peters."
"Okay."
"I have a question."
"I have an answer."
"Can you think of any reason Erik might be mad at me?"
"No. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"He's not being mean to you is he?"
"Um...no."
"Okay well I'll let you know if I think of anything."
"Okay."
"Ceara could you take Ethen to the park for me?" Her dad asked. "I have to go to the store but I promised I'd take him."
"Sure."
"Be careful walking with him."
"I will be."
"Hey." Peter said walking up to Ceara who was sitting on a bench at the park.
"Hey."
"I was going to call you yesterday but I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me."
"You can call when ever."
"Okay." He sat down on the bench next to her. "Are you here with Ethan?"
"Yeah."
"Um...could you explain to me what happened yesterday?"
"Which things?"
"All of them. Who Sam and Dean are, what's in the basement, and whatever the accident you were talking about."
"So all the difficult ones."
"I guess so."
"Okay well...um Sam and Dean like I said are hunters. I don't know a ton about them but they hunt like ghosts and stuff like that. And the basement is really just an empty basement that has another entrance in the graveyard."
"So your trauma counselors are really ghost hunters?"
"Pretty much yeah."
"Okay. And the accident?"
"I don't want to tell you that one."
"Come on Ceara."
"No you will think I'm completely crazy."
"No I won't."
"You will because it should be impossible."
"Just tell me."
"No."
"Ceara."
"No!"
"Even if what you say does sound crazy what am I going to do?"
"Judge me and not want to be around me anymore."
"Nothing you could say would make me not want to be around you."
"Honestly?"
"Of course."
"Fine. Um...I don't know how to start this."
"Just start at the beginning."
"Okay. Well...um...like I told you your dad has tried to kill me a few times and he tried when we were at the movies."
"He did?"
"Yeah he tried to hit me with his car."
"Is that why you ran away?"
"Yeah but the first time that happened he missed me."
"What do you mean first time?"
"I mean that as crazy as it sounds that night happened twice. For me at least."
"You lived that same night twice?"
"You think I'm crazy?"
"No I'm just trying to follow. Keep going."
"Okay well the first time your dad didn't hit me you pushed me out of the way...and died."
"I died?"
"Yeah."
"Wait."
"I shouldn't have told you."
"No that's not...but if I died how I'm I...not dead?"
"Because the second time I ran away."
"Well you do definitely sound crazy but I don't think you are."
"You don't?"
"No I know you're not crazy. I'm not sure how much I believe."
"You don't believe me?"
"No that's not what I meant. What I mean is that I don't know how much of this is PTSD or trauma but I completely believe you."
"You think I have PTSD?"
"Definitely. It's not a bad thing Ceara."
"It feels like a bad thing."
"It's not. So how do you know it's my dad? Like do you know for sure?"
"Yes I've seen him and that book we had he wrote about all his attempts and about the night at the movies when he hit you."
"That's all in the book?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"If you know where he put the book you can read it."
"It's probably in the basement again."
"Probably?"
"So how long was I dead?"
"Three months."
"So like from that night to now?"
"Yeah."
"Is that why I didn't see you for three months?"
"I guess. I don't really know what happened. I fall asleep in the back of Deans car after your dad threatened me, went back to that night, then fall asleep and woke up again back in his car. Sam and Dean remember it too."
"So it actually happened?"
"Yeah."
"Okay..."
"Sorry."
"What for?"
"That's probably something you could have done without knowing."
"No it's fine. So what did you do while I was gone?"
"Nothing really changed."
"Did you still go to school?"
"What makes you think that I wouldn't?"
"The fact that I had to make you go everyday for the past year."
"Well no I didn't go. My dad doesn't know though."
"He'll find out."
"I don't care. I'm done with school."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am. I was never even good at it."
"That's not true."
"I'm not going anymore."
"That's your choice."
"But you think it's wrong don't you?"
"I don't know. You have been through a lot so I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. It's not my place anyway."
"Thank you."
"Next time you want to hang out I think we should do it at your house."
"Yeah definitely."
"I'm sorry I didn't know. If I did I would have never invited you over."
"It's okay. What time is it?"
"Almost two."
"I should get Ethan home."
"Do you want me to drive you?"
"I can walk."
"Driving would be safer."
"I don't like cars."
"I know and I promise I'll be careful."
"Fine."