"We've got work to do"
Violet sat aganist the headboard of her father's bed. She has already slept for the night and was waiting for Dean to wake up. Sam was gone when she had opened her eyes for the day but she wasn't all that worried, she knew he'd be back.
She had a book in her lap. It was about the size of an encyclopedia but that didn't bother her. One thing that might have looked off was the fact that she was reading just fine without the lamp on but that didn't mean she was reading without a light.
It looked like a bunch of fireflies moving down the page as her eyes skimed the text. The first time Dean had seen her do that she had been trying to wake him up, that was a wake-up call. He had freaked out and demanded she never do it unless she was only in front of him or his brother.
She was pulled out of her book by the sound and light of the front door being opened. She had seen him coming long before he unlocked the door. Dean's eyes open and she felt his hand move from underneath her leg to under his pillow. Violet tapped his head and he looked up at her. She shook her head and patted his let him know everything was fine.
Sam came around the corner with three cups in his hands. Two were stacked on top of each other and the other one was by itself in his other hand. Dean propped himself up and turned to look at his brother.
"What time is it?"
"Oh, about 5:45." Dean groaned and fell back against the bed. Sam chuckled and handed Violet the cup that was by itself. She smelled into the cup and smiled as the sent of hot chocolate moved to her nose.
"Where does the day go?" He questioned sarcastically. Dean rolled over almost onto his daughter only to have her to shove him off. She was pleased with herself when she managed not to spill her drink.
She looked back to her uncle and frowned. She didn't like the tiredness that was painted on his face. She wanted to share some of her energy but the last time she tried that she ended up shocking the crap out of Dean.
From that day on she wasn't allowed to use that power. It's was almost like she didn't know how to shut that door when she opened it same thing came to when taking the stuff in.
Sam figured that if she could learn how to turn the intake button off that her hair would probably grow at a normal rate. Part of her one of your hair to grow like it does in the other part of her wanted to go to school with the regular kids.
"When was the last time you had a goods night sleep?" Dean also noticed the tiredness.
"Not sure?" Sam's shrugged. Violet took a big sip of her drink and look between the two of them. Dean wanted to ask him if he was still having nightmares about Jess but you didn't want to ask about it in front of the kid.
Sam moved to his bed and sat down. Violet move beds to sit next to her uncle while Dean sat up. He gave her a 'what the hell look' and she giggled. Sam glanced down at the book she was reading and nodded impressed. Dean looked at it and frowned.
"Daddy, what are we doing today?" Dean frowned deeper and thought about the time his brother had told him it was. He shrugged and his phone rang. Violet huffed but didn't say anything as he answered.
Violet wrapped hand in her father's in an attempt to keep up. They were moving through a warehouse filled with men moving around doing whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.
Violet also grabbed onto Sam's hand but he slowed down so it defeated the purpose. Dean look back when he saw his brother lagging behind. When he saw the reason he scooped her up and put her on his back. She squeaked but hooked her arms around his neck.
Jerry fill them in on the case and Violet listened closely to try and figure out what the Monster might be. She wanted to impress Dean but she couldn't think of anything.
"We're going to have to see that plane." Dean said finally. Violet and knew that she wasn't going to see the plane. He never took her to places unless he was out of every other option.
They left the warehouse and got a motel room for Violet The hang out in.
"Don't the door, don't answer the phone unless it's me or Uncle Sam in under no circumstance do you leave this motel room." Dean said firmly. Violet not it it opened her book to where she left off. Then leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Okay, we'll be back soonish, you know hot to use the shotgun and if that doesn't work shock the shit out of them." Violet goodgold and Sandra holder hair before following his brother.
Violet peeked out the window about three hours after they left. She knew they weren't there but it made her feel better to look. She finished the book and all her school work an hour after they left and she got bored. She didn't like it when Dean left her alone. She didn't really like watching TV, she finished her books too fast to keep up with, and things only got worse when they slept.
Sighing she flopped back on the bed and waited. She closed her eyes and watch the people and animals move around outside through her mind.
One of the lights began to move closer to the room and she started to get a little anxious. She knew that it wasn't her uncle or her father. She got up from the bed and watch the locked door with all of her focus.
The person got closer and closer and she didn't know what to do. She thoight about calling her father didn't want to bug them if there wasn't anything going on.
They knocked on the front door and Violet panicked. She jumped off the bed and hid behind the closest one to the wall. They knocked on the door again. She took a deep breath and tried to will them away with her mind. That didn't work
"I know you're in there." They called out. She popped her head over the bed and look to where she left the phone her father gave her. As if on cue it started ringing. "Open the door, I just want to talk."
The phone continue to ring and she crept out from behind the bed and slowly move towards it.
"I'm not leaving." It was a man's voice. While I grab the phone and answered it in a whisper.
"Hello?" The second Dean heard her voice he knew something was off. The person knock on the door again and this time they banged on it harder.
"Violet, who's there?" She could hear the Impala in the background and it made her feel slightly better.
"I don't know." She said softly.
"We'll be there in ten minuets. Do not answer the door." Violet nodded and sunk to the floor and waited.
And let her hang up the phone until they pulled into the parking lot. She heard the car shut off and she felt a lot better knowing that they were there now on the other side of the door even though the man never left.
Dean's that next to his daughter on the bed and look at the man tied up in the chair. Dean's not one to play around when it comes to her safety. Didn't even say anything to the man before knocking them out.
"Dean, we can't just knock people out and tied them up in our motel room." Sam said standing on the other side of the dude.
"Just want to know what he wants." He shrugged and Violet tilted her head to the side and observed their guest.
"Then why didn't you just ask him?" Then shrugged again. "We're so getting arrested." The man came to and glanced around the motel room in confusion.
Violet tilted her head to the other side as she looked him over. He had dark brown hair and tan skin. He didn't look like a normal guy in her mind. She told on the sleeve of her father's jacket.
"He's like me." She whispered. Dean's eyebrows furrowed.
"What?"
"He's like me." She repeated. Her voice got the attention of the tied up man.
"You're the girl?" He questioned, "I thought you were older."
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