Lily lay on the double bed in the motel room; her eyes were slightly glazed over, she wasn't asleep or awake. Nothing mattered. She could lay there forever. It even felt like forever, although it had only been a few hours.

Dean was sitting in an armchair on the other side of the small room. He had tried talking to Lily, offering her a drink, talking randomly about the weather but nothing had shaken Lily from her coma-like state. It broke Dean's heart to see his daughter there; he knew that if he didn't do something soon he'd have to take her the hospital or something. The thought didn't exactly make him happy.

Finally, Lily sighed and sat up.

"What happened? It doesn't make sense. I've run it over and over in my head…I can't stop. What happened?" Lily asked.

Dean felt like a weight was lifted from shoulders, she was talking and that was a great step.

"It's complicated. I've never told the story before so I guess I'm not very good…" Dean said. "Well, you know how Sam and I knew about Demon being a skin walker? Well we sort of hunt monsters."

Lily felt like her mind was playing tricks on her, these things were not supposed to be real. Yet, she'd seen it with her own eyes.

"Okay," Lily said, shaking her head. "So Demon was a skin walker, but what about Logan and my Mom? That's not a coincidence that they both died within an hour of each other. Dean, do you think she's still alive? The bodies were burnt beyond recognition…maybe she wasn't there."

"I think we need to be realistic about this. You said that bar was her favorite and the surveillance camera across the street caught her going in." Dean said. "And…the rest is a story that I'm not very good at telling. This isn't something you just go telling people."

Dean sighed and stood up, pouring a glass of whiskey and pacing a little.

"Dean…" Lily said.

"I guess it starts with my mom. She died when I was four and Sam was a couple of months old. Before she died, things were normal…" Dean paused; his eyes had a far-away, wistful look. "But she died, one night in a fire. I remember hearing her scream and I woke up, I heard my dad run past my room and I got up to check…" Dean's eyes went far away again, but this time they were not wistful but hard. "I saw her pinned to the ceiling, my dad handed Sammy to me and told me to take him outside."

Dean shook his head and took a drink.

"I don't know how my dad didn't go crazy, seeing your wife on the ceiling and then burst into flames. Everything pointed to crazy but he knew the truth and he found answers. So he packed up and took us with him…and he started hunting. He hunted anything he could find but that thing that killed my mom was always in his mind, always his goal, but the damn thing is always a step ahead, just out of reach." Dean sighed and sat down. "I should have protected you, this is my fault. If I hadn't come here, then this thing wouldn't have followed me. It's all my fault. It took away my mom, Sam's girlfriend, and now it's hurt you."

"It's not your fault, Dean." Lily said.

"I can't imagine how you feel right now. If I lost Sammy…I know what it's like to be the older one, to have a younger brother. Growing up Sam was my responsibility; I can already tell that was the case for you."

"I let him down." Lily said, tears forming in her eyes. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have left. Why would I leave a seven year old alone at night? It hurts so much Dean, it really hurts, like physically."

Dean paused a moment before opening his arms, and motioning Lily towards him. She flung herself into his arms, tears pouring from her eyes.

It felt nice, Dean was strong and for a few moments, Lily felt safe. She could pretend that nothing bad had happened, that she'd lived a normal apple-pie life with a Mom who didn't drink, a Dad who was there and a little brother.

"I want you to teach me." Lily said, pulling away. "I need to know everything; I have to kill the thing that took Logan away."

"No, no, no. I will not have you grow up into the life I did. I won't let you become some obsessed hunter." Dean argued.

"It's too late, Dean. I'm a part of this now."

"No."

"Dean-"

"Wouldn't you rather stay with someone else? Lily, this isn't…" Dean searched for the right words. "This lifestyle I live, it's not something I would choose for you. This isn't something I want for you."

"You don't need to choose, Dean, it was already chosen. I have no other choice; I have to do it for Logan and for my Mom. Besides, I have no one else. My grandparents died when I was little and they probably wouldn't have taken me in even if they were alive. They were very religious and disowned my mother when I was born." Lily sighed. "Will you teach me? How to hunt?"

"Lily, I can't."

"Please Dean?" Lily pleaded, staring at Dean with big, puppy dog eyes.

A heavy moment of silence took over before Dean spoke up. "Fine." He said, nodding. His heart felt heavy, he'd wanted so much more for Lily, he would have gladly left her alone if it had meant a normal life.

"Then we've got work to do." Lily said with determination.