Lily stood doubled over clutching her stomach, she was covered in sweat her long black hair was in a ponytail at the crown of her head. Dean stood a few feet away, he felt bad about every hit that landed but he knew Lily needed to learn what it felt like and how to defend against it and it wasn't like he was giving any real force, nothing more than what she could handle. Still he felt guilty.

In the two weeks sense the fire Dean and Sam had been training Lily, Sam was better at the research part, going over mythology and folklore and teaching her Latin while Dean worked on physical combat, gun safety and shooting and he was planning on starting bow hunting soon.

"I can't do it Dean, it's too much." Lily complained as she stood up. "I go to school, I do combat and gun training with you, Latin, folk lore, and mythology with Sam, I go to that stupid therapist that social worker insisted on, I can't handle all of this."

"You wanted me to train you." Dean said, calmly.

"I didn't think it would be this much." Lily said. "Why do I have to do it all at once?"

"Because monsters don't come at you one at a time, they don't do things easy." Dean said.

Lily nodded and stood, her feet slightly apart and raised her fists. Dean swung and Lily ducked but before she could think of a move Dean's leg collided with Lily's side, angry at herself for letting him hit her and angry at the pain Lily swung her leg up and aimed between Dean's legs.

Instantly Dean dropped to the ground and clutched himself, Lily felt a wave of remorse and guilt.

"I'm so sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to I wasn't thinking." Lily said. "It just happened."

Dean didn't say anything, raising his index finger and after a minute he stood up, a little pale.

"Its okay, it's good even. In a real fight you don't play fair. But next time…don't." Dean said. "Let's call it a day and head back to the motel."

Lily watched the trees zoom past as they drove down the back road, ACDC was blaring through the car and Lily was able to just relax and let her mind go empty.

"Maybe we should have Chinese for dinner." Dean mused, turning the music down. "I haven't had that in a while."

"Okay." Lily said.

"What do you want?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm not really hungry."

"You haven't been eating much." Dean commented.

Lily shrugged.

"Maybe we should cool it with the training, you don't sleep well, you don't eat enough, I don't want you to burn out."

"I won't." Lily said. "I can handle it, really, I can."

"I don't know."

"I'll try and eat more and I can't control what I dream about Dean but I'll try and go to bed early but please, I need to learn."

"I know." Dean said, sighing.

After dinner Lily took a quick shower and laid down on the pull-out cot, she fell asleep quickly but Dean knew it would only be a few hours before a nightmare woke her up, walking outside he dialed his Dad's number, he'd called every day for two weeks but hadn't gotten an answer so when John did pick up, Dean was surprised.

"Hello."

"H-hey Dad." Dean stuttered a little.

"Hey, Dean." John said.

"Is everything okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't called, it's just not safe. I got your messages. I'm sorry son, finding out you have a daughter is big enough but then that damned monster came and killed her family."

"I don't know what to do Dad, she wanted me to train her so I am but damn, I don't want this for her."

"What other option is there?" John asked. "You have to train her, it's better this way. If you don't then she won't be able to protect herself, she needs to learn to be a solider and fight for herself."

"She'd only eleven." Dean protested.

"DOesn't matter, a monster won't care how old she is and she's a Winchester so monsters are gonna come lookin' for her. They already have, she already has a strike against her for that she doesn't need another one by not knowing how to protect herself. Teach her son; show her what it's like. It's better that way."

"Yes sir." Dean said.

"Tell me about her." John said.

"She's a great kid, has my eyes but other then that she's the spitting image of her Mom, that's hard, lookin' at her and seeing Laney. She hasn't had a good night sleep sense it happened, how do I deal with that? She wakes up screaming and I can't help her, I can't fix it. Then sometimes I'll watch her and she just spends hours staring ahead, lost in her own world and I know she's thinkin' about her brother. She won't talk about and when I ask she just shuts me out."

"You did that too." John said. "After your mom, you didn't talk for days, just sat there. In the morning I'd wake up and find you in the crib with Sammy. It just takes time, just be there for her."

"I can't do this Dad, I need you." Dean said.

"I can't be there, you have to handle this. Just keep doing what you're doing, train her, you and Sam teach her what it's like to be a Winchester. I'll get in touch when I can."

Dean sighed as he shoved the phone in his pocket, he'd hoped a call from his dad would clear things up but he still felt as conflicted as ever. Hearing whimpers from the motel room Dean walked in, Lily's face was contorted into anguish and fear, waiting a minute to see if it was passed Dean walked over and gently shook her away.

"Hey, you're dreaming." Dean whispered.

Lily nodded and rubbed her eyes.

"Why can't I just forget it? I don't want to remember Dean, during the day it's easy, I just keep working but I can't keep my mind occupied during the night. I hate the night Dean. I hate being here. I hate my school. I hate my friends. I hate everything."

"I'm sorry." Dean said, pulling her into a hug. "I wish I could just fix everything."

"Can't we move away? Go someplace else?"

Dean was silent for a second and then nodded.

"Sure."

"When?"

"I'll take you out of school tomorrow." Dean said. "We can hit the road after that."