"No," Dean said.
"Dean, she checks out. Her birthday, her mom," Sam said.
"And who is that, by the way?" Dean said.
"Her name was Mia. Mia Johnson. I met her on that werewolf hunt before Dad died."
"Fine. I'll bite. But I got one question for her." Dean looked at Rowan.
"What?" she said.
"How come a teenage girl doesn't even blink when the word werewolf comes into a sentence?"
"It's not like I haven't heard the word before. I've seen movies," she answered.
"I'm not buying that, sweetheart," Dean said.
Rowan looked at him dead in the eye. "Because sometimes the monsters under the bed come out and kill your mom to get to you."
"Oh my God," Sam whispered.
She looked away from Dean and gave her dad a small frown. "It's fine. You learn to deal with it, I guess?"
"What do you mean monsters under the bed?" Dean asked, sounding concerned.
"I don't know the exact name, but I know it's hard for them to die," she responded.
"Can Dean and I have a minute, Rowan?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, sure." She walked over to the television and sat down.
"Monsters?" Dean whispered to his brother.
"Wow," Sam said. "I think she might have it harder than we did."
"Yeah, but, why would she think they were coming after her?" Dean said.
"I guess she just knew," Sam said.
"How? Did they talk to her or something?" Dean asked.
"Dean these are questions that only she knows," Sam responded.
"Dude. Monsters were after her." Dean passed his hand through his hair. Sam looked at Dean with puppy eyes.
"Fine," Dean said. "I'll ask her."
"Thanks," Sam said. "You were going to need to talk to your niece at some point."
"I'm still not completely convinced about that, Sammy," Dean said as he walked towards Rowan. "So, Rowan." She looked directly at Dean. He asked her the same questions he asked Sam.
"I-" she tried to find her words. "I wouldn't call it talking. It was more shoving thoughts into my skull. But, yeah. I guess you could say they told me."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"I can't really remember. I think it was something about blood or bloodlines. I didn't really understand it," she said.
Dean and Sam exchanged glances.
"This is going to be a long conversation," Sam said.
"Can it wait until tomorrow? I need my four hours," Dean interrupted.
Sam looked at Rowan.
"I can wait," she said. "I'll just head back."
"No," Sam said. "You can stay."
"Uh," she said.
"Right, Dean?" Sam asked his brother.
"Sam, do what you want. I'm too tired to fight," Dean said.
Sam looked at his daughter.
"Yeah, I guess I'll stay," she said.