Violet had cried herself to sleep. She refused to look at her father or her grandfather as they packed up to leave. Dean wanted to lay down with her and try to make her feel better but his father was hell bent on getting the hell out of the town and he made sure Dean was helping him. By the time they were ready to leave Violet was fast asleep. Dean carried her out to the car and decided to let his father drive.

"You ready to talk about it?" John asked after an hour of them being on the road. Dean looked at him in surprise, John isn't one to talk about feelings and junk like that.

"About Sam?"

"No," John shook his head and gripped onto the steering wheel, "about you daughter."

"She's upset."

"Yeah, so upset she sent your ass to the floor." Dean chewed onto the inside of his lip in frustration.

"It was nothing."

"Listen here, it was one thing when she was just fireproof. But now we're lucky to go a week without us having to take her in for a haircut. Now she freaking dropped you to the damn floor." John gave his son a hard look for a split second before turning back to the road.

"I don't know what you want me to do, she's six. It's not like she's gonna be able to give us a detailed explanation of her powers and how they work."

"Yeah, because the monsters give us a detailed explanation of what they are and how to kill them when we roll into town." John said sarcastically. Dean bit onto the inside of his lip in frustration.

"Don't compare her to monsters." Dean told him with a threatening tone. John rolled his eyes but didn't press on that matter. He knew that Dean wouldn't fight him on most things but he would go to hell and back for Violet.

"All I'm saying is that if we're going to figure anything out we need to crack open the books and look for ourselves." Dean huffed and glanced at his sleeping daughter.

"So what are we going to do? Just look into powers that involve fast growing hair, fireproof, and shocking the crap out of people?" Dean questioned.

"We can start by looking into her mother again." Dean wanted to throw out there that Sam was the one that did most of the research but then thought better of it.

"Daddy, I want ice cream!" Violet exclaimed from the backseat. Toys were scattered around the leather and took up most of the floorboard. Her hair came down to her mid thigh and Dean reminded himself that getting her a haircut was the first thing he should Six months after his brother hit the books she finally started acting like she was before. John decided it was time that Dean started hunting on his own so they could kill twice the amount of monsters in half the time. Violet of course travailed with him and so far he's been doing pretty good with the whole hunting and being a single dad thing. He did all the hunting while she was at school and when she was home he did research. If he needed to do something at night, he waited till she was sleeping before he went out and got back before she needed to be out for school.

She wasn't very happy leaving John but Dean assured her that they would see him often and John had to promise the same thing before she calmed down. The other thing Dean was focusing on between moving his daughter around was looking for information on her mother. This is when he decided that getting girls pregnant on one night stands is something that he should never do again.

"When we get to town baby." He said, pulling off onto the next exit that led him deeper into North Carolina. It was another half an hour before he pulled into the parking lot of a motel right in the middle of town. Violet was unbuckled and out of the car before he even shut it off.

He got out next to the bouncing six year old who was looking around in excitement. He touched her shoulder to get her attention and she jumped about a foot in the air. The second of fear dissipated just as fast as it sunk in. She laced her hand in his and started dragging him towards the office.

He got them their room and dropped his things off. Then they were off. He found a hair place and gladly took her inside. He had the lady chop it to her shoulders, hoping it would be at least a week before it grew past her butt again.

"Can we please get some ice cream now?" She begged, grabbing onto his jeans and leaned into him. He laughed at her, ruffling her newly cut hair and swung her up into his arms. She giggled and hugged her arms around his neck. From outside the hair dresser he could see a park and the outline of what looked to be an ice cream stand. He thought about whether or not to take the car around but decided against it.

He carried her all the way to the park and plopped himself down on a bench. He set her on her feet on the ground before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a few bucks and handed them to her. He sent her on her way, not before telling her the kind of ice cream he wanted. He made sure to keep an eye on her as she went ran across the play area to the stand.

"Dean Winchester?" Dean heard the sound of a familiar voice behind him. He turned around, his arm moving over the back of the bench.

"Louis Byron?" Dean laughed at the sight of his father's old friend. Louis came and sat next to Dean. "Wasn't expecting to run into you here."

"Yeah, me neither. Haven't seen you since you were 15." He had sandy brown hair and medium blue eyes. He was a little taller then Dean but not by much. "I almost didn't recognize you. I was looking around for your father and brother but he doesn't seem to be around."

"Yeah, Dad's working a salt and burn over in Texas. He sent me out here."

"For awhile there I thought something might have happened to you and your family. No one's heard from you in years." As if on cue Violet came running back over to where Dean was sitting, an ice cream cone in each hand. She lifted the chocolate one up for Dean.

"Here Daddy!" Violet pushed it at him harder when he hesitated to grab it. Louis looked at her in shock. Dean took the snack from her hands and she climbed into his lap. He wrapped his free hand around her and turned her so her back was facing his chest.

"You've been busy." Louis said, looking at the little girl. She was eating her food, without a care in the world. Not at all catching onto the fact that her father was holding onto her protectively. Dean chuckled but it was strained. There's a reason they haven't been in contact with other hunters. "What's your name?" He asked. Violet looked up at her father as if to ask whether or not she was allowed to speak to him and Dean nodded. She beamed at the answer and turned back to the other man.

"Violet," she told him, "like the flower." Dean didn't really like how much she seemed to enjoy strangers.

"Flower?" Dean questioned, "I thought it was a color." Violet rolled her eyes at her father.

"It's both Daddy, but Uncle Sammy said that I was named after the flower." Dean snorted, what does Sam know? But he didn't press the matter. Louis seemed to be amused by the exchanged.

"That's a very pretty name." She beamed up at him and then turned back to her father. She licked up the last of her ice cream before asking him if she could go and play.

"Finish your food."

"I don't like the cone!" She said.

"Then why did you get one?"

"Because I wanted ice cream." She answered.

"Fine, go play." He said, taking the cone away from her so she didn't have to carry it and she was off. He waited till she was out of ear shot before saying anything. He decided that he didn't want her anywhere near the hunter, even if she was only twenty feet away he could still cool down any situation that might happen before it got to serious. "She liked cones last week." His words didn't seem to hit Louis as all because he completely ignored them.

"When the hell did you get a kid?"

"Roughly six and a half years ago."

"I knew you were reckless but I didn't think reckless enough to get a girl pregnant." He reminded Dean of his father when he first found out about Violet.

"First of all I'm not that reckless anymore, learned that lesson the hard way, second of all I wouldn't trade Violet in for the world." He said, he tired to keep his voice on the lighter side, not wanting to raise any kind of questions that could lead them onto the fact that Violet was anything other then a normal little girl.

"What about her moth-"

"So what do you know about this case?" Dean cut him off the second he knew where the question was going. You would think that he would have thought to come up with a story at to how Violet came to him. So far, no one but his father had asked.

"….well, there's now six victims as of this morning. four kids and two women. Each one drowned in the same river. All killings have happened within the last month." He said. Dean nodded, he knew all of that except for the new body.

"You have any idea what it might be?" Dean asked, glancing over at his daughter to make sure she was still around. He smiled when he saw her sliding down the biggest slid on the play thing. She jumped up from the bottom of the plastic tube and ran right back up to the top.

"So far I have no idea. At first I thought it was a vengeful spirit but if it is then I can't find out what body I need to burn." Dean thought about it but nothing came to mind. "What about you? Have any ideas?" Dean shrugged.

"I need to look at the bodies. You know, do a full once over before I start tossing out theories." Louis nodded and stood up.

"Well, its getting a little late to be looking at bodies and there really isn't that much to the crime scene so why don't you call the little one in and we can go get some dinner. I don't think that ice cream is going to hold her over forever and I would like to hear what you and your Dad have been up too." And that's when he remembered why he didn't really like Louis, he talked way to much.

"Sir, we're about to be closing." The lady standing at the cash register said to him and he pushed open the door. He gave her a half smile that said he was sorry.

"I won't be long. I just need to know if you have anything made of iron." He said, standing in the doorway, ready to leave if they asked him to again. She thought about it.

"What are you looking for, bracelet? Neckless? Ring?"

"Anything, as long as it's not to bulky." Dean answered, taking a step inside. The woman sighed but came out from behind the counter and walked over to the corner of the small jewelry store.

"This is all we have." She said with her back to him, "my boss decided that she's not going to get anymore in stalk so if you want something you better get it now. It more then likely wont be here if you come back later." Dean moved over to where she was standing and looked over her shoulder. Out of everything he saw only one thing caught his eye. It looked like a feather and it was molded into a spiral motion. From what he knew about jewelry it was a bracelet. It looked like it would fit around his daughter's wrist without much difficulty and he decided that that was the one he wanted. He pointed it out to the woman. "It's hand forged, she said. She pulled it out of its case and handed it to him.

"I'll take this one." He said simply, knowing that he couldn't leave Violet alone in the car for very long. She fell asleep after they got dinner and he didn't want to wake her for a quick trip inside a store.

"You sure?"

"Yep, this is it." In the end it costed him about 50 bucks for the little thing but he thought it was worth it. He couldn't for the life of him even think about putting the iron handcuffs he had in the trunk on his daughter. He didn't even want to do this to her but he can't risk the other hunter finding out about her powers, especially when Dean didn't know everything about them.

When he got back to the motel Violet was awake and happy. Lately she hasn't been sleeping for very long. She would take about an hour or two nap and be perfectly fine for the whole day. It bugged Dean to no end. He hated the fact that she was almost always awake at night and nothing he could do would make her go back to bed. Then again sometimes that didn't work out for her. If she didn't eat much during the day then she would sleep longer. One thing that really confused him was the fact that if she stayed inside all day she would be exhausted. She would sleep for hours on end without so much as twitching but the second she stepped foot outside she would be just as bright eyed and bushy tailed as any other day.

"Daddy, can I watch Tv?" She asked when he shut and locked the door behind himself. He shook his head.

"I got something I want you to wear." He told her. Taking a seat at the same freaking table that every motel room in god damned America seemed to own. He set the bag her got from the store down on the fake wood. She moved to stand in front of him while he pulled it out of the bag.

"What is it?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side. At that time he had it out in his hands and he held it up for her to see.

"It's a bracelet that will help make your hair stop growing so fast." He tried to explain to her.

"But I love my hair!" She said, taking a step back from him and gripped onto the dark red curls that fell down from her head.

"I know sweetie, we'll take it off after I finish this case alright…..Louis doesn't really like long hair so this way he wont be mean." He could tell she didn't like the explanation. He never told her that the things she did weren't normal. He actually did his best to make it look like she was normal, so just like he planed on doing with the sex talk he was going to wait for her to ask the questions, but not right now. "Can you just do this for Daddy please?" She frowned but nodded. She let go of her hair and moved closer to him. Holding out her wrist she waited for Dean to push the thing over her hand.

The second it made contact with her skin she started shrieking. She jumped away from her father and started clawing at the bracelet but she couldn't get it off. Dean quickly moved after her.

"I can't see!" At least that's what Dean thought he heard as he held onto her and pulled the thing off her wrist and threw it across the room. Violet clutched onto her father and continued to cry. Dean noticed that there were dripping red lines that followed where her nails dug into her skin trying to get the piece of jewelry off. She cried into his shoulder and she rocked her back and forth, trying his best to calm her down. He wasn't sure what happened or what exactly the iron canceled out but it didn't matter at the moment.

"I'm sorry baby…" He murmured into her hair, "I'm sorry, everything's all right."

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