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Maggie was the last out of the car when the Impala rolled up in front of her house. She fiddled nervously with the keys in her hands, running the individual metal pieces through her fingers, making a distracting soft jingle. She didn't want to go in and find something that very well explained that her father had been lying to her all along, but she was anxious as well to find the truth. She tentatively walked up the few front porch stairs, with Sam and Dean in tow as she stuck the key into the brass keyhole. She pushed the old worn wooden door opened before crossing the threshold and letting the boys inside, then shutting the door behind them. The house felt all wrong to Maggie, it was like tearing open an old wound that wasn't even healed to begin with. She folded her arms across her chest as a chill ran down her spine, looking at the familiar-ness of the old house she had called home since her mother had died.

"So where did you say this sealed off room was?" Dean asked, looking at Maggie with his sparkling hazel eyes, burning with curiosity and concern. Dean's gaze upon her made her feel a little more comforted about being in the house, but she quickly snapped back to reality before leading the boys up the narrow staircase to the two rooms at the top of the stairs. One room was a tiny bathroom, which only held a pedestal sink and a toilet, while on the other side of the hallway was a white door blocking the three from the truth. Maybe. Sam knelt down and put his hand by the crack of the door.

"There's a slight draft coming from under the door." Sam stated, standing up again and trying the door knob, but it of course was locked. "Do you have any bobby pins or paperclips?"

"Yeah…" Maggie replied, walking across the small hall to the sage green colored bathroom. She dug in the small linen closet for a moment before returning back to the boys, handing Sam the bobby pin. She suddenly felt like her heart was in her throat and her stomach started to turn into knots, causing her to shift uneasily in her spot. Sam worked for another moment when the door swung a few inches open.

"Oh my God." Maggie whispered to herself in disbelief as she followed Sam inside, Dean behind her. In the small room behind the door, it looked pretty much like a home office, but instead of things like data tables and schedules hanging on bulletin boards, there were pieces of paper taped all over the wall of various evil beings. The three split up taking a wall of the room, looking at all the information. Maggie felt tears sting the back of her eyes, and as mad as she wanted to feel towards her dad, all she could feel was hurt. She came around behind the only desk in the room before opening each of the drawers. Each one was filled with books, papers, and other assorted junk when she came across a black leather book, the edges worn and a tear across the front. She carefully took it out of the drawer and placed it on the desk, before hesitantly opening it. Inside was journal entries, information about demons, spirits, and, everything else from poltergeists to vampires. She brought a unsteady hand to her mouth, drawing in a shaky breath. She clutched the edge of the desk with her hand, gripping it so tightly her knuckles began to turn white. She suddenly choked out a sob as tears were sent streamed from her tired, sad eyes. Sam and Dean stopped their searching and walked over to the desk, before Dean placed a steady hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Sam knelt down beside the desk, looking at Maggie sympathetically. She shook her head in disbelief as she removed her hand from her mouth and looked from Sam to Dean, with pleading eyes, although she herself wasn't even sure what she was pleading for.

"I can't believe he lied to me all this time." She said slowly. She felt her temper starting to come to the surface as she sat there, looking back and forth from the journal to the room. "Why would he do that to me?"

"He probably didn't want you to get hurt." Sam said gently.

"But I could have been helping him all this time; he didn't have to hunt alone." Maggie replied slowly, closing her eyes for a brief moment, causing more tears to roll down her cheeks. "I might have then been able to stop that thing that killed him…"

"Maggie…" Dean said firmly. "This is not your fault."

"If I only could have found out sooner, he might still be alive." She said firmly. "I feel like such an idiot. I should have seen right through his lies from the beginning. All the time away from home, 'driving his trucks'… I should have known." She cried, burying her face in her hands.

"Dean's right, Maggie. This is not your fault. Not in any way." Sam added. "You didn't know…and you didn't find out because your dad was good at covering his tracks, not because you're stupid."

Maggie nodded slowly, wiping some of the tears away as she sniffled. She slowly stood up and closed the black leather journal before once again looking around the room when she spotted something shiny in the pocket on the binding cover of the journal. She picked up the worn journal and fished her finger into the pocket. What she found was a small round silver key she looked at it for a moment, before showing it to Sam and Dean. Dean took the key before looking around the room.

"What do you think it goes to?" Maggie asked.

"Probably the place where your dad keeps his guns and stuff." Sam stated as he too, began looking around the room. Maggie felt slightly confused, it didn't look like there was anyplace to keep weapons in the small storage/office space. Dean then suddenly stopped at a long narrow bookcase and tried removing a book when he realized, they were all a part of the bookcase.

"Hey, over here." He announced. Sam and Maggie walked over as Dean stuck the key into a small lock that was completely unnoticeable to the untrained eye. Within a few seconds, the entire long built in bookcase swung open leaving a curtained doorway. Dean whipped the piece of fabric to the side before clicking on an overhead light from a string that hung right at the entrance. As light filled the small room, guns of all shapes, sizes, and models became visible along with crucifixes, rosaries, bottles of holy water, and other weapons like crossbows and machetes. Dean let out a low whistle of approval as he stepped further inside the hidden closet. Maggie followed him in, feeling a bit overwhelmed as she took in everything she was seeing with her own eyes.

"This is unbelievable." Maggie said in disbelief. "I've been living in this house since I was twelve years old, and I never knew any of this existed up here." As she looked around she recognized a few of the guns from her early hunting days. She abruptly stopped when she saw a special shotgun with initials engraved on the side. She paused as more tears stung the back of her eyes. "This one was my mom's." She said softly, taking the gun off its rack. "It was her favorite." Just as quickly as she had picked it up, she set it back, the memory being too painful to think back on. "Guys, if it's alright with you, I think I've had enough of this house and its memories for today." She said wearily.

"Sure…" Dean said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, we'll head back to the motel."

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