Authors Note: Sorry guys, I haven't updated in a long time because I didn't think anyone liked the story, but when I checked the stats on it, it was the most favored one so I decided to keep going. Well, enjoy.

The next days were really tough for me. Sam and Dean thought that I was a little freaked out over this cutting the head thing, so they decided to let me stay home. It was nice until Dean brought Cassie home. They fought for about an hour and then they ended up sleeping together. I didn't feel that comfortable. Thank god the rooms were separated. About a week later, we started to drive on the road. It gave me some time to think about the good old days. I really missed it when Dean, Sam and I went to school, our whole lives didn't revolve around hunting.

Flashback

Laura 8

Sam 16

Dean 20

I walked in the house and I saw Sammy sitting on the stool that sat in our kitchen. He was trying to study, I say trying because his headphones were on. There never on unless something's on his mind. He looked sad, I didn't know why, and I thought that if I asked him then he would get mad. It was only a matter of time that he would tell Dean. They told each other everything. I told Dean everything not really Sam. I felt that since he was the eldest brother, I could tell him stuff. He liked to listen a lot too.

"Hi Sammy." I said while jumping on the stool next to him. I was to short, so I couldn't reach it. Sam didn't hear me, the music was blasting in his ears. I kept trying to get on the chair and he finally noticed. He took off his silver headphones and placed me on the stool.

"Laura, don't try and get on the chair by yourself, you could get hurt. Just ask Dean and I and we'll help you." I looked at him puzzled. Did he know who I was? At the age of 8 I liked to be independent. I used to like doing everything by myself. My brothers telling me that they would help me really got on my nerves.

"It's just a chair, I can do it." He looked at me with that ' Ya right' Face. I decided to shrug it all off.

"What are you doing?" I asked. All of sudden Dean came in. He put the car keys on the counter and walked over to us.

"Homework and you better get started to. Dads going to come home and he's gonna want to start training with you." Sam said. I gave him a little look. I hated it when Dad did training, it was never fun. He would always get annoyed if I messed something up. He would start yelling and I didn't like it when he did that. Then he would go on and on about how it was for my safety.

"I hate training, can't dad just stop." Dean looked at me like I had just said curse words. So did Sam that was never good. But, I dared to speak again.

"What?" I asked curious to why they were giving me that look.

"What did you just say?" Dean asked. I still dared to go on, even though; the tone in Deans voice was getting very stern.

"I hate training, and I'm not afraid to say it." Sam looked at me again and then looked at Dean. He could see the anger on his face. I could too, I thought I should run. I still didn't understand what I had said was wrong. I was an eight year old kid. Sam started to get scared now. He took his books and ran upstairs, he didn't even walk. He ran!

"You should be, if dad ever heard you say that, you wouldn't be able to sit for a month." I looked at him and rolled my eyes. I wanted to know why we did what we did. I new it had something to do with moms death, but why all the training?

"Dean?" I asked. He turned around and handed me a glass of water, and then focused on what I was going to say.

"Ya." He replied.

"Why do we have to train and hunt demons? Why can't Dad just let it go?" I really wanted to know. Dean didn't know how to tell an eight year old the truth. He thought that if he told me the real truth then it would be putting me in danger. That was bad; this family always protected one another.

"Because, dad feels like it's his fault that mom died, so he hunts so that the guilt will go away." That wasn't so bad, it actually sounded like the truth.

"What's guilt" I asked.

"Guilt is something that stays on your mind, it makes you feel guilty." Dean answered.

"Oh." I replied.

"So, how do I tell dad that I don't want to hunt and that I don't want to shoot guns and demons?" I asked. Dean just looked at me, he tried to break the news down very kind and nice.

"You don't you have to follow your family. Always and forever, just listen to whatever Dad, Sammy or I tell you. That's your purpose in life." He answered, but I didn't like that answer. I decided to answer back, even though what Dean had just said ended the conversation. I wanted to know more, see if I could change my destiny.

"But, I don't want to do that. I want to go to school, and learn about other things then demons and ghosts. I'm scared of them, I don't like them." I said, I was about to cry. I really didn't want to be stuck with this life. I wasn't alone on that, Sammy felt the same way.

"Well, tough. That's the way it is." He answered. I couldn't believe his answer. Neither could Sammy. After about a few sentences of the conversation he came back down to listen. Dean and I both new that he was there, and Sam new that Dean and I new that he was there, but for some reason, we just decided that we would keep quiet. Sam wanted to learn too, he had worked very hard in school, one of the best in his class. Dean didn't really care, he just graduated high school and didn't want to go back to college, he felt that it was his job to take care of us.

End of Flashback

"Laura!" Dean yelled. I looked at him and gave him that 'What the hell do you want' face. He looked back a little annoyed.

"I've been calling you for like 65 times." I took a deep breathe.

"What were you thinking about?" Sam asked me. I smiled, I wanted to tell them but be mysterious. This was something that I didn't have to tell them and it wouldn't get me in trouble.

"Good ole' days." I replied. I then turned to face the window, what was in store for us god only new. My phone started to ring again. This time I picked it up. It had that private name private number again.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi baby." Oh shit not Marcus.

"Marcus?" I asked. The voice didn't sound like him, but the way he talked did.

"No, who is Marcus?" the person asked. Dean of course had already stopped the car and turned around.

"No one, Dad?" I asked. He was my second guess. I then got Sims' attention and he turned around to face me too.

"Ya-" I cut him off.

"Can you hold on a second?" I asked.

"What are you going to do?" My dad asked. I promised him that I wouldn't tell Sam and Dean about him calling, but I broke the promise. So I had to lie. That was never good.

"Hide in a closet so that Sam and Dean won't hear." I answered, hating to lie to him.

"Okay, but make it quick." He said in approval.

"It's dad." I mouthed to Sam and Dean.

"Keep talking to him, what does he want?" Dean answered.

"I don't know." I said and then went back on the phone.

"Okay, sorry." I said.

"Laura, I need you to do me a favor-" The phone then got cut off again. This time, for good. I took the phone off my ears and looked at the screen. Signal Faded. Is what it read. I put it back on my ear.

"Hello?" I asked. He was really gone what did he want?