"Grandpa, where are we going?" John looked down at the little girl as she shoved the cookies Missouri gave her in her mouth.

"To go see a few more of my friends." They spent about two days at Missouri's, learning about the things that went on in the six year old's head. It was on the second day that he got a phone call from Pastor Jim that sounded more then urgent. Unlike the other hunters that he had cut contact with he decided that Pastor Jim was to good of a friend to lose and he didn't think that he would hurt Violet. He was one of the hunters that didn't just shoot first and ask questions later. He would have left Violet with Missouri but all her could think about was the last time he had left her alone and how terrible things got between him and Dean.

"Are they like Ms. Missouri?"

"No."

"Do they like special people?" John took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He didn't know whether or not telling her about other hunters not liking people like her was a good idea. Then he reminded himself that not everything out there is good and that its better that she leans now while she still young and they can protect her.

"I think you'll be fine." He gave her a reassuring smile. He had tried treating her like he had his sons but she didn't react like they had. Dean reacted the way John intended, doing as told. Sam was a little more defiant but at least he acted like he understood and just chose to disobey.

Violet on the other hand just didn't respond. If she didn't think you were being nice to her then she had nothing to say to you. She is literally the definition of 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.' So after a year of trying to treat her like a warrior and not getting anywhere he just decided to let her be her. He knew the Dean thought it was weird at first, commenting several times on his lack of pressure on her.

It was a few seconds later that his phone started ringing and he saw Dean's name pop up on the caller ID. He flipped it open and pressed it to his ear. "Yeah?"

"I'm finished." Dean said shortly, his voice sounded gruff and John could tell that it hadn't been an easy ending, he ignored his tone of voice though and just got down to business.

"I'm on my way to meet Pastor Jim." John could hear the sound of his son coughing up whatever it was he was drinking and John waited for him to be finished.

"I- I thought we just agreed that we're going to try our best to keep her away from other hunters!" He exclaimed, "and they you decide to directly take her to one!" Dean's voice was starting to get angry and he let him get it out before he cut him off.

"He needs my help. It sounded urgent." John didn't explain it any better then that and just let Dean vent.

"No, drop her off with me before you go."

"I'm already passing state lines. Don't have time."

"Fine, I'll meet you there." He could hear Dean moving around and getting his things together.

"Dean, Jim's not going to hurt her if he even finds out. As long as she doesn't do anything supernatural she will be fine."

"You don't know that." Dean was beyond angry as he threw his clothes into his bag. He packed up the rest of the weapons into the other bag and quickly moved them into the back of the Impala. He went back into the room and got the rest of his crap, he gave the room one last once over and left it at that. He didn't even bother checking out.

"She's going to be fine."

"Is that Daddy?" Violet asked, reaching for the phone and pressed herself against the seat-belt trying to get to it. John didn't answer her.

"Dad, I don't want her around any other hunters. I don't care if their not going to hurt her, I don't care if they're a god damned witch in their free time. If they kill monster for any reason what-so-ever then I don't want my daughter around them." Dean's voice was deathly quiet. John sighed.

"Fine, what do you want me to do then? I can't turn around and come back to you. I'll keep her with me and make sure that Jim doesn't sniff the magic out of her and you can meet me there and we can hand her off." Dean scoffed.

"So, is this whole passing her around thing going to become the new norm?"

"Dean, you want to keep her safe then we are going to have to do things like this until she knows how to control her powers. I don't even think that's the problem. We just need to teach her when and where she shouldn't be using them." John explained, "she knows how to use them, she's made that very clear." Violet made a sound of protest as she reached for the phone again.

"I want to talk to Daddy!"

"Wait a second Violet."

"Put her on the phone." Dean sounded tired as he said it but at the same time John could tell that her being away from him for two days was taking its toll. John could understand that, not the he would ever admit it. When he used to drop the boys off at whatever place it was at the time he would feel bad. He never wanted to leave them but sometimes it was safer for them to be away from him.

Dean was different then John in that way. He never left Violet anywhere other then school and this one time with him. After the fire wherever she was he was near by. Violet loved it, granted she never knew anything different, she was most defiantly a Daddy's girl. So at first she was a little excited to spend some time with her grandfather without Dean but that feeling quickly left her. John didn't play with her like he father did. Sure, he gave her all the snacks she wanted and the listened to whatever she wanted but it seemed like he was angry all the time.

"Daddy!" She yelled into the phone once John handed it to her. John could hear his son speaking to her and she listened to what he was saying like it was the most amazing thing ever. "Yes Daddy, I wont do use them….I promise." She bobbed her head in finality. "Are you coming to get me?" Her eyes lit up when she answered and she shoved yet another cookie in her mouth. John couldn't see into the bag and he was starting to wonder how many cookies Missouri had given to her. "Love you!" She closed the phone and handed it back to John. He opened it back to to look at the time and noticed that it was now at 100%. His eyebrows rose at the sight and he glanced at his granddaughter who was now more occupied with her snacks.

"Did you charge my phone?" He asked her straight out. She looked at him and tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind." He shook his head and went back to paying attention to the road.

"Violet, don't use your powers." He said as he climbed out of the car. She waited for him to come and open her door for her and John was really starting to wonder how she ended up the way she has. Dean's been spoiling her. He carried her out of the car and when he went to set her down she gripped harder onto his neck.

"Why are we here?" She asked quietly, burying her head into his neck. He didn't fight her on it, he didn't even try and set her down. He made sure that he was armed before he started making his way to the front door of the roadhouse. Jim had called him again to tell him that he had moved slightly and that he was now in Nebraska. John knew taking her there is was really bad idea but he needed to be there and leaving her alone anywhere out of his sight was just as bad, if not worse.

He pushed the door open and was greeted with the harsh smell of alcohol and the loudness of poker mixed with pool. Violet peeked out of from his shoulder and once she saw all the people she seemed more interested in all the new faces. She went to try and get down but John didn't let her, not wanting her to have the chance to wander off.

Violet could feel the change in energy when they call caught fight of her grandfather. She lifted her head from his next and looked around. They were all watching her and him move into the room, he didn't stop or make any more to greet the people until he got to the bar where a woman was wiping down the counter.

"John?" She questioned, taking in the little girl.

"Pastor Jim called me and said he was here." He said shortly. Violet tried to get down again and John set her down on one of the bar stools. He put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving around too much.

"…he's in the back." She answered slowly, Violet could tell that the women didn't really like her grandfather and Violet didn't understand why. She knew that her grandfather could be really mean sometimes but he's nice once you get to know him. John went to pick her up again but she stopped him, "it's pretty bad, I don't think you should take her in the back." She held her hand up and looked at the little girl in question.

"Grandpa, is she one of your friends?" She whisper/yelled to John. The women looked scoffed at the little girl as she watched John, waiting for an answer.

"Grandpa huh?" She asked, shifting her weight onto her left foot, her hip facing out. John gave her a look and answered his granddaughter.

"Yes." He said to both of them. "What happened to him?"

"Go see for yourself, I'll watch the girl." She nodded her head back behind the bar and John looked to Violet and then back to the door she was motioning towards. He looked torn and peered around to see the other hunters that were taking up the rest of the tables. Violet followed after his lead and when she saw the people watching her and John she waved with a very bright smile on her face. John shook his head and pressed her hand down. He didn't see anyone in this bar that

"Be good." He told her sternly and then walked around the bar and disappeared through the door. Violet turned back to the woman who was watching her with an amused expression.

"What's your name?" Violet questioned.

"Ellen. How 'bout yours?"

"Violet, like the flower!"

"You're daddy named you after a flower?" Ellen couldn't see any of the Winchesters naming their kids after a flower. Maybe Sam but Ellen didn't think he was old enough to have a little girl this age. Granted she hadn't see either of the boys since they were about Violet's age.

"Uncle Sammy said I was named after a flower but Daddy thought it was a color." Violet explained and Ellen's suspicion was confirmed about her father. One of the patrons came up to where Violet and Ellen were talking and asked for another drink. Ellen went to grab him one and Violet looked him over. She smiled with she saw a picture of a rose on his arm.

"Did you draw that?" She asked. The man looked down on her but she didn't let his size bother her. He wasn't sure what she was talking about until she pointed at the tattoo.

"No." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Then who did? Its really pretty." She was waiting for him to continue when Ellen came and set the drink down in front of him.

"I got it done at a shop."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted it and I knew they could do what I wanted." Ellen wasn't surprised to see this particular hunter was humoring the little girl.

"Why did you want it?" Before he could answer John came back into the room. He took one look at his granddaughter conversing with the other man and hurried over to them. He pressed a hand to her shoulder and she glanced up at him.

"John, I wasn't aware that you had another one."

"She's my granddaughter." He said shortly. "Violet, I think your father is almost here." She went from happy to beaming. She even started to bounce a little. "We're going to meet him." He picked her up off the stool and let her climb onto his back. "I'll be back." He nodded to Ellen and carried Violet outside, hurrying to the point where he told his Son he would be.

"Now where are we going?"

"To meet your father, now this visit is going to be out little secret okay?" He asked, "What's a secret again?"

"Things we don't tell Daddy!" Not even John could keep himself from smiling at her excited reaction. He wasn't sure where she had learned that but the first time he heard it he burst out laughing.

"That's right."

God John, why ya got to keep taking her places where she doesn't need to be? Thanks for reading!