Dean held onto his daughter for what felt like the entire night but was only about fifteen minutes. He smoothed down her hair and let her cry. He didn't know what happened, iron isn't supposed to hurt witches, it's just supposed to cancel out their powers.

After a few seconds he carefully pushed her away so he could see her face. He ran his thumbs underneath her eyes and whipped the tears away and gave her a few minutes to calm down. She hiccuped a little bit and started to panic when Dean stood up.

"I'm just getting the first aid kit." he assured her. He grabbed it from his bag and sat back down on the bed next to her. He opened it up and grabbed a piece of gauze and the rubbing alcohol. He poured the liquid on the gauze and started cleaning up her wrist. Her hand was shaking and Dean had to hold it still. He was happy to see that they had stopped bleeding but they didn't look very nice. He wrapped them to keep them from getting infected.

"What happened?" He asked her in a gentle voice. Just as she was about to answer him the sound of knocking disrupted her. She jumped up, and he stood up.

"Manager!" A voice carried through the wood.

"Shit." Dean mumbled under his breath. He stood up and moved to the door. "Everything's okay." He told her and opened the door. Just like the voice said the person was dressed up in a manager type uniform.

"Is everything okay in here sir?" The man's name tag read Steve. He looked like a miserable middle aged man who would rather be anywhere but his eyes also held a tiny morsel of concern. Dean smiled and closed the door slightly so he couldn't see Violet sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, everything's great. My daughter was just having a nightmare." He assured. Steve looked over his shoulder and saw the little girl sitting quietly on the bed. Dean smiled at him tightly but Dean knew that it wasn't a very nice smile. Steve looked between Dean and his daughter a few times before biding the a good night. Though he would make sure to watch for the little girl in the morning to make sure she was alright.

Dean waited for a minuet before he went and sat back down next to Violet. She looked at him with a look that Dean didn't like directed to him. She held her hand tightly in her lap and blinked up at him.

"What happened?" He asked her, he brushed back a strand of her hair and did his best to keep a calm face.

"I couldn't see." She said accusingly. Dean sighed.

"What do you mean, you couldn't see?" He questioned. She frowned and looked at him.

"I couldn't see!"

"You couldn't see me?"

"No, Daddy! I couldn't see!" She told him like he was supposed to know exactly what she was talking about. He sighed again and got up to grab the bracelet he threw across the room while everything was happening. The second he picked it up she jumped away from him and started crying again. "No! I'll be good!"

"Violet come here." He said tiredly. She came over to him, tears streaming down her face. He sat back down on the bed and once she was close enough he pulled her into his lap. He set the bracelet on the bed and pressed her against him. "I'm not going to hurt you." He promised. "What did you mean when you said you couldn't see? You couldn't see me?"

"No Daddy, I could only see you." She explained.

"You couldn't see the rest of the room?" His eyebrow furrowed.

"I could only see that." Now his mind was officially boggled. What else was there to see? He couldn't think of anything so he asked her. "You can't see them?" She asked, this time she was the one confused. This is the time that Dean was starting to regret not explaining to her that her abilities weren't normal.

"No baby, I can't seem them." He said. She tilted her head to the side, forgetting about the fact that she had been upset just moments before. Dean couldn't for the life of him imagine what she might be seeing and he had a strong feeling that she probably couldn't explain it any better then she already tried.

"Daddy I don't want to wear it!" She said as her bad held up the pair of jeans and a T-shirt that he bought her. She crossed her over her chest and Dean already knew this was going to be a fight. He sighed deeply.

"Violet, just wear them. You are going to be late for school and I haven't had a chance to go and do laundry and this is all you have at the moment." He explained.

"But they're constricting!"

"Who the hell taught you that word?" He said, aggravation flowing out of his flared nose like a breath of warm air. She was starting to get a little to smart for Dean's liking. Violet shrugged, not remembering where the word came from. Dean huffed and tossed the clothes on the bed. He knew that if he had ever tried to pull this shit with his father that it would not fly. But at the same time the thought of treating her like his father did him sometime made him feel really shitty. "Then what are you going to wear?"

"I want to wear my purple dress!" She said.

"Fine, wear it." We walked over to her bag and grabbed the fabric. He checked it over for stains before tossing it to her where she sat on the bed. She happily moved into the bathroom to change and he shook his head. He took that time to get ready himself. He already told Louis that he would meet him at the corner's office after he got her all settled into school. When she got out of the bathroom he helped her get her shoes on and they were off.

Dean took her to the elementary school and walked her inside and started jumping though the hoops. It took him about half an hour of sighing papers and them going over her file, he proved that she was up to date on her shots and what not. After he did everything they sent her off the class and Dean when off to 'work'.

He spent the next couple of hours looking over the bodies and digging through the local folk lore. Him and Louis made an okay team. Dean didn't like having to talk about everything him and his family had been up to for the last six or so years. Louis was a lot chattier then the other hunters Dean has met. He didn't know how his father got along with him but Dean put up with him. But he was more then ready to get away when he got a phone call from Violet's school telling him that she had gotten into a fight.

When he got there he saw his daughter sitting inside the Principal's office next to what looked to be a fifth grader. He had a bruise rapidly forming on his left eye and Dean let out a low whistle when his eyes landed on it. Violet was slouched down in her chair with a face that made Dean want to laugh. She didn't look to be injured, if anything she looked better then she did when he dropped her off.

The boy's parents were standing off to the side of the room. His mother was bent down tending to her son while the father was giving Dean a not so nice look. Dean raised his eyebrows at the other father and moved to rest a hand on Violet's shoulder. The Principal hadn't come into the room just yet and Dean wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. The only times Dean has ever been in this situation he had been the kid.

"Sorry for the wait." A middle aged man walked into the room and sat down at his desk. Dean nodded to him in greeting. He looked over the two children sitting in the chairs and shook his head. "I'm sure you know why you've been bought in here." He directed the statements to the kids, looking back and forth towards the two kids. Violet huffed and Dean squeezed her shoulder in warning. He didn't want to get to angry with her until he knew exactly what happened. Dealing with her when she's in trouble is not something Dean ever likes going though. She turns in to a little vindictive elf that does everything in her power to make your life harder. But she only does that when she believes that what she was doing was the right thing. He hasn't really had to deal with it to often, the only time he can think of was right after Sam left. She had told John off, thinking that he was the reason that Sam left and John dealt with the six year old. Anyway, she started ignoring him and moving his things around and hiding them in different places in their various motel rooms. Whenever to tried to talk to her she would get up and move as far away from him as possible and plug her fingers in her ears.

"Violet, why don't you tell us why you punched this young man." He folded his hands over the desk. "Not a very good first day wouldn't you think?" Violet gave the older man a look and Dean grunted to her in warning. She didn't show that she heard him but she straightened up a little.

"He tried to look up my dress." Violet crossed her arms tighter around her chest, "I didn't want him to so I hit him so he couldn't see." Dean's jaw tightened and released his hand around her shoulder.

"Why didn't you go and tell a teacher?"

"My hand was closer." Even the other father laughed but covered it up with a cough with his wife gave him a dirty look. She said it like it was the simplest conclusion she could think of. Dean threw his head back and laughed. There is no way he could ever deny this kid.

"My son would never do anything like that." His mother said, standing back up and pointing a finger at the principal. "I want this…" she gave Violet a look up disgust and Dean felt his mood drop again, "….child suspended, or expelled." Violet looked up at her father. The principal hushed the mother and turned to Dean.

"We do not tolerate any kind of violence, I understand this is your daughter's first day and that she might be a little….stressed out with the change so this will be her only warning." The mother made a sound of protest and her husband pulled her back

"So, he can try and take a peek under my daughter's dress but when she defends herself she gets a 'warning'? Where the hell is his warning?" Dean questioned.

"Sir, please refrain from cussing. And I think that he's learned his lesson." He gestured to the kid's eye. "Just please explain to her the violence is not the answer and she can come back tomorrow and hopefully make it though the whole day without any issues." He dismissed them and Dean happily took the out and signed her out before leaving the building completely. He had almost made it to his car before the other kid's mother caught up to him.

"Hey!" Dean stopped and turned around. Violet's hand was wrapped inside his. "Listen here, I know you're new around here but you need to understand something. If she ever-"

"No you listen here, I'm teaching my daughter how to handle problems on her own. Your son was doing something that he wasn't supposed to be doing and my daughter defended herself. If you okay with your son turning going all 'peeping Tom' on other little girls that's your business but my daughter will not be on the receiving end." Dean said in a hard tone. "Not to mention your kids got a good five years on mine, if he can't take a punch from a little girl then you've got bigger problems on your hands then my daughter. Now, I'm taking my daughter out for some ice cream if you'll excuse me."

Violet is me. She just is. "my hand was closer!" I just love her!