Dean finished settingup the last camera in the daughter's room. Plugging in the last wire, the camera powered to life as the red dot, which indicated that the device was recording, blinked repeatedly. This was the final camera he had left to set up upstairs.

Chelsea had shown him around the upstairs. On the grand tour, she had shown him, upon his request, where her husband Derek had been taken. Scratches were etched into wall underneath the window. Two pairs of three, long markings had been carved into the paint, down into the drywall.

"Dean Winchester here," Dean smiled looking directly into the camera's lens. He had done this with the other four cameras he had set up earlier. Sam had finished setting up cameras downstairs. He was currently making sure all the cameras feeds were linking back to his laptop. "If you are watching this, well then I must be dead. But don't get your hopes up because I'm sure I'll be back. Fun fact, I've hung out with Death before. He's not much of a chatty fellow. He sure does like his pizza though."

Dean was getting ready to continue his nonsense rambling until Sam told him the feed was up on the laptop, but he felt a presence behind him. Turning his head slightly, he half expected a monster to be breathing down his neck. Instead, the curly-haired Rebecca stood in the doorway watching him.

"Enjoying the show?" Dean teased turning towards her. She stood there silent with a frightened look on her face. Sighing, Dean looked around the room. "Nice room you got here. A little girly for my taste, but I am a grown man."

"You talk a lot," she replied inching out from behind the doorway. Her frightened look began fading from her face.

"It's my specialty. Your name is Rebecca right?" Dean asked trying to get her to open up to him. She nodded as she entered the room. "Well, mine's Dean."

"I have a Dean in my class," she replied sitting on her bed.

"Really? I bet he's a cool kid," Dean remarked with a smirk.

"Not really. He's a bully," she replied staring down at her hands. Dean raised an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he made a tsking noise with his tongue.

"Figures," he mumbled.

"Camera's good!" Dean heard Sam shout from downstairs. Dean gave him a thumbs up via the camera before returning his attention to Rebecca. She was holding a stuffed, brown bear that had a black top hat on top of its head. She was gazing at it intently.

"That's a nice bear," Dean noted.

"My daddy won this for me at the carnival this weekend," she muttered faintly.

"Did you see something at the carnival this weekend?" Dean asked.

"I saw a few clowns. I got to pet a pony too," she answered not understanding the question.

"No, like something strange. A white wolf or something?" Dean pushed.

"I'm not supposed to talk about it," she whispered shakily.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked confused.

"It said it would hurt me if I said anything."

"It spoke to you?" Dean asked astonished.

"It took daddy because I told him," she cried. Tears began rolling off her cheek. "I told him what I saw at the carnival. It wasn't a wolf. It had long claws and big teeth."

"Did it come in your room?" Dean asked protectively. She nodded her head as she glanced at the window.

"It said that I was bad, so it had to punish daddy."

"Hey Rebecca, look at me. My brother and I aren't going to let this thing hurt you ever again," Dean promised.

"Are you sure?" She asked nervously.

"Absolutely," Dean winked causing a grin to break through the frown.

"Rebecca," her mother's voice called from downstairs. "Dinner time!"

"Coming!" Rebecca replied shooting off the bed. Turning to look at Dean, she paused for a second. "Are you coming too?"

"I'll be there in just a minute," he nodded reassuringly. With a look of excitement, she took off downstairs. Dean quickly finished cleaning up his supplies. Heading downstairs, the smell of pizza filled the air.

Reaching the bottom of the stairway, he saw everyone had gathered in the kitchen around the dining room table. Rebecca was setting the table as Sam and Chelsea talked with one another. In the center of the table was a homemade pepperoni pizza. Sam noticed Dean's presence after a few seconds.

"The food smells great," Dean complimented as he reached Chelsea. Dean could already feel his mouth watering as the smell became even stronger. His stomach made its presence known as he took his seat.

"Thank you," Chelsea smiled. She took her seat at the head of the table. Rebecca finished setting the table as Sam took his seat beside Dean. Dean glanced over at the window, the sun was beginning to set leaving an orange glow on everything outside.

Rebecca joined everyone at the table beside her mother. Chelsea and Rebecca joined hands. Chelsea's hand extended towards Dean's. After a second of momentary hesitation, he took her hand in his and offered Sam his hand. Sam took his hand and then they all bowed their heads.

"Lord, thank you for blessing us with this meal." Dean could hear her voice cracking as she continued on. "I want to thank you for sending these men to protect us. I know these men are guardian angels sent from above. Please protect them if this unholy beast returns. And Lord, if Derrick is still out there, please let him return to us. Amen."

Chelsea quickly wiped away a few tears as everyone lifted their heads. She quickly replaced her sadden look with a facade of happiness. Everyone's hands broke apart. Food started to be passed around as Dean's stomach eagerly awaited its presence.

"Thank you for the meal," Sam said being his normal, respectful self. "It's been awhile since we have had a homecooked meal. We live on fast food mainly, so this is a nice break."

"Thank you, Sam," she replied flashing a smile in his direction.

Dean took two slices from the platter and passed it down to Sam. Lifting the piece to his mouth, he took a bite. A smile crept across his face as the savory flavors flooded his mouth.

"Thistastesamazing," Dean praised with a full mouth.

"I'm glad you like it," Chelsea commended.

They all ate and talked for awhile. Dean and Sam told some of their more interesting cases, while Chelsea told them about her family and her normal job. Rebecca told Sam and Dean about her favorite classes.

After dinner was finished, Sam helped Chelsea clean up. Dean sat on the couch feeling satisfied and full. It was completely dark outside now. Dean knew that this pleasant family time would soon be over.

The last time he had a taste of the normal family life was with Ben and Lisa. Those months had been so nice. Ben was an amazing kid, and Lisa was such a kind-hearted person. But now they didn't even remember who he was anymore. Cas had wiped their memories of him away.

Dean was broken out of his somber memories by the sound of glass breaking upstairs. He quickly glanced at his brother who was holding a dish. Sam returned his glance and gave him a nod.

"What was that?" Chelsea asked terrified.

"Grab Rebecca and go hide in the closet. Dean and I will go investigate," Sam instructed in a low voice. Chelsea nodded with wide eyes. She motioned for the crying Rebecca to come to her.

Dean and Sam grabbed their shotguns off the table and ensured that both of the Barnes' made it into the closet safely. Side by side, the brothers climbed the stairway, ready to shoot at whatever was awaiting them upstairs. Reaching the top of the stairway, they began investigating the rooms.

When they came across the door to Rebecca's room, Dean felt a cold draft. Dean quietly motioned for Sam to be ready to shoot. Sam nodded in agreeance. Counting down from five, Dean kicked the slightly ajar door open. Scanning the room quickly, he didn't see any signs of the Rake. Instead, he found a sight much worse.

Sitting on Rebecca's bed, surrounded by broken glass and blood, was a man's severed head.