Dean looked up from his book and looked over to his daughter. She was sitting next to one of the windows, a silent tear falling down her pale cheek as she stared into the clouds. He set down his book and took his reading glasses off before taking a sip of his beer. "You ok, Laurie?"

Laurie looked up from the window and turned to her father, plastering a fake smile to her face. "I'm fine. Are we almost there?"

"Yeah. We're suppose to be there in about twenty minutes," he said, checking his watch.

Laurie nodded before taking her phone out of her bag.

"What are you doing?"

She looked up to her father, seeing him getting up from his seat. "Just checking the time."

Dean nodded as he sat down in the seat across from his daughter. "So how has school been? And not the grades, the friends. You know, what's up with all ya'll peeps?"

Laurie let out a full on laugh, her father's smile looking back at her. "Did you really just say that?"

"What? I didn't say it right?"

"First, no one in this century talks like this. And, I don't think it's any of your business what my 'peeps' are up to." She finished with sticking her tongue out a her father, giving him a cheeky grin as she wiped the dried tear from her cheek.

Dean chuckled before running a hand through his dark hair. "So, you'll be schooled by a tutor for the rest of the year."

"Mom does know that I hate her right now, right?"

Dean nodded as he pretended to think. "Oh yeah, probably. Why?"

"This is my senior year! Now I'll miss our senior car wash, our senior carnival, our senior prom, our senior bowling tournament-"

"What school do you go to?"

Laurie smiled as she set her phone next to her father's beer. "An expensive one."

Dean scoffed as he sent his daughter a grin. "Kind of figured that out when you said carnival."

She nodded her head, before looking down at her hands in her lap. Dean watched as she continued to stare down, not saying a word. "Laurie?"

Laurie looked up, her brown eyes staring into her father's. "Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"I thought we just went over that."

"You do know that when your mother was with the FBI she did teach me some things. So, I know there's something else."

Laurie shrugged as she looked back out the window. "I miss Tim."

Dean nodded as he watched his little girl wipe another tear from her eye. She quickly turned to him, her eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. "Does mom hate me?"

Dean stared at his daughter in complete shock before quickly getting up and sitting on the edge of her seat. "No sweetheart, why would you think that?"

Laurie let out a sob as she buried her face in her father's chest, feelings his arms wrap around her shoulders. "She sent me away! She hates me. She hasn't talked to me, besides yelling or arguing with me, for like a month."

Dean shook his head before kissing Laurie on the top of hers. "Laurie-"

"She hates me!"

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Emily finished her son's sandwich before shoving it into his lunch pail. "Dylan! Come on bud, time for school!"

She walked over to the six foot mirror that hung on the wall next to the coat closet. She picked off the invisible lint from her blouse before straightening her black skirt and fixing her heel. When she didn't hear her son run down the stairs as he usually did in the morning, she looked up from the bottom of the staircase and over the railing in front of Dylan's room. "Dylan? Sweetie it's time for school. Are you ready?"

She didn't get an answer.

Emily quickly made her way up the stairs before knocking on her son's door. "Sweetie? You ok?" There was a faint sound on the other side of the door, so she quietly cracked it open to peek her head in.

There was her son, sitting in the middle of his bed, sobbing into his pillow that lay in his lap.

"Oh baby…"

She quickly made her way over to her son's bed, bringing him to cuddle into her side. She quickly kissed the top of his head before slowly smoothing down his dark hair. "Shh. Baby what's the matter?"

"I want Laurie!"

Emily shook her head as she tried to calm down her wailing son. "Sweetie she's with daddy. I told you yesterday we're going to visit them soon."

Dylan shook his head before looking up at his mother. "Will you make me go away mommy?"

Emily's eyes widened as her child continued to silently cry. "I would never make you go away, baby."

"Then why Laurie?"

"Because Laurie was being a bad girl, Dyl. She needed to get away from here for awhile."

"Will she come back?"

Emily stared down at her son before wiping his tears and kissing his forehead. "I don't know yet, baby."