Dean pressed his head into his hands as he leaned against the Impala. Sam was talking about his dream from the night before. He hadn't had the chance to talk about it thanks to Violet's little disappearing act. Dean wasn't sure what to think about his brother's odd dreams. First of all his daughter was already a witch, she also summoned herself from the future and now he had to deal with that. He didn't have time to worry about his brother's nightmares.

"Sam, it was probably just a dream." He said tiredly. He was ready to pop off the top of a beer despite the fact that it was seven the morning. "Maybe you should drink less caffeine I don't know." He shook his head and shrugged. He looked to the motel room and found older Violet looking out the window at them. She was still wearing Dean's shirt and hadn't slept at all. Dean had tried asking her questions about the future, not that she would answer. She was very set in her ways, and her way was to not tell them anything.

"Does she look angry to you?" Sam questioned and looked away from her.

"Yeah, she does." Dean ran his hand though his hair and gave her a small wave. "I sill don't have any idea how the hell we're going to get her home." He sighed. "I wish Violet, I mean our Violet, like littl-you understand, I wish she would just listen to me and not do things behind our backs…." Sam scoffed.

"I don't know…..she's starting to really think for herself. She understands that she's not like anyone else and so far the only people that we know of that are like her didn't work out. She probably just wants to learn about who she is. We can't blame her for that." Sam shrugged. "I mean, the spell she used was to find out what he powers will become, It kind of makes sense that she would summon herself from the future. I guess...older Violet's powers are fully developed or she's at least not gaining anymore."

"I….she's not like herself, I mean little, we need to find a nickname for her or something, anyway. She's got an edge to her. She's not as sweet as ten year old her." Dean frowned as he said it, not liking the words.

"Well Dean, she's more then likely in her twenties, she might even be a little older then me. She's all grown up. Our Violet hasn't been exposed to all that much, at least not anything really scary. She knows we hunt monsters, she just hasn't really seen any. I'm sure older Violet has, hell Dean, she's more then likely a hunter by now." Dean really didn't like it.

"I don't know, she is married." Dean said, "so unless her….husband," even a deaf man would be able to hear the displeasure in his voice, "is a hunter too. Maybe she settled down and is living a normal life." Dean knew that it was more the likely just wishful thinking. He powers would more then likely keep her from ever living any kind of a normal life.

"Dean….I don't know. Maybe."

"I don't want her to be a hunter." It was the first time Dean's ever admitted it out loud to anyone but himself. So far he's kept her out of the monsters way for a hell of a lot longer then John did for them. He still thought she was to young to really put her in the field.

"I don't think you really have a choice." Sam said sadly. Dean sighed and pushed off his car. Both men moved back into the motel room. Older Violet was waiting for them inside. She and her younger self were talking about what kid Violet should wear. Older Violet gave her one of the dresses that Dean had recently bought her. Little Violet moved into the bathroom and older Violet looked up at them from the bed.

"I need some clothes." She said. She crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands. Dean noticed something next to her. It was a small rectangle like object. He wasn't sure what it was. He voiced his curiosity. She glanced down at the thing as is it didn't really hold that much significance. "Oh, its just my phone."

"That doesn't look like a phone." Sam said, he reached down for it and turned it around in his hands. He touched one of the buttons and the screen turned on. The first thing that both men noticed was the picture of the shirtless man in the background. Whoever it was was sleeping, the blanket was pulled down and was just covering the lower regions on the body. Older Violet grabbed the phone quickly and shoved it behind her back. Her face was a burning tomato red.

"Who the hell was that?" Dean's voice was more then angry. Violet looked up at him and Sam could see that she didn't like being spoke to like that. Despite Sam's confusion of the half naked man he could still see the similarities between older and younger Violet, she still didn't like being asked things in a disrespecting manner, it didn't matter who from.

"First of all, you are the father of ten year old me, my dad from my time has already giving me countless headaches on this topic and has just gotten to the point where he leaves me alone about my sex life." She stood up. "I will not be telling you anything that can or will change the future because at the moment things aren't that shitty. I'm sure they will be soon because something always has to go to hell. You can yell at me about boyfriends when I'm a teenager." She said lowly and it came across that the subject really pissed her off.

"Do you talk to me like that in the future?"

"Only when you deserve it." There was an edginess in her voice that reminded Dean of when little Violet got angry at people. She used it with John sometimes when she thought he was being out of line. She didn't start doing it until he told Sam not to come back. She had spoken to a school guidance counselor after it happened. Dean hadn't really wanted her to but after she started acting up in school before he pulled her out, the lady at the front desk said that it might help him understand her a little better.

The counselor explained to him that her lack of respect towards his father came from the fact that she no longer had him on a pedestal. Once he made that choice to remove Sam completely he no longer could do no wrong. And as Dean though about that, about how his Violet, his little girl always looked at him with admiration and compared it to his adult daughter and he realized that sometime, someway he had let her down.

"I am not paying 50 dollars for a pair of shoes." Dean crossed his arms over his chest as his suddenly 20 something year old daughter presented him with a pair of heels that she wanted. She raised her eyebrows. She was still in his shirt but he had also found a pair of sweat pants, they were huge on her so the strings were tied as tight as they would go.

People were watching them with odd expressions. She had already picked out a dress that Dean didn't approve of but she wasn't hearing any one it. He shook his head at her, there was no way in hell that he was willingly going to let her strut around on neck breaking sticks. She sighed and gave him a small smile that made him feel uneasy.

"You didn't win this fight with 15 year old me, you didn't with adult me, and you're not going to win it now. So please, spare both of us the headache and just pay for them." She patted him on the shoulder and moved towards the checkout counter. Dean gave Sam and exasperated look which his brother responded with laugh. Little Violet had a handful of clothes that she also wanted. Sam had taken her off to her side of the store while Dean was handling her older self.

"You might as well just buy them." Sam shrugged and followed after her. Dean huffed and looked down at the ten year old. He was about to say something but in the end decided against it. Violet smiled up at him and went after her uncle. Dean shut up and bought the shoes and older Violet forced them wait outside the car as she changed inside. When she came out she looked far more happy then she did before.

"Thanks." She said smoothing out the bottom of her dress. She smiled at them. It was a white dress that came down to her mid-thigh. The shoes were black, Dean wasn't sure what kind of heels they were, he just knew that he spent more money then he wanted to. She also had him buy enough clothes for a week. Thankfully she only wanted one pair of shoes.

"How the hell do expect to be able to defend yourself in that get up?" Dean questioned as they all got in the car.

"I can handle myself, don't you worry about me." She leaned back into the leather of the seat, crossing her legs and pulling out her 'phone'. She was sliding her finger back and forth on the screen. She hadn't let Dean or Sam touch it after that first time. Sam really wanted to see what it could do. From what she said it didn't work. Well it let her use whatever she had already downloaded before her little stroll down memory lane. It wouldn't let her connect to the wifi at the motels or make any phone calls.

Violet began wondering what her husband was doing right now. She knew that he must have realized she was gone by now. Then again maybe not if they managed to get her back right before she disappeared. She took a deep breath, I hate time travel. She was having a hard time being here. She remembered these years almost perfectly and she didn't really want to relive it, back before everything went to complete shit.

Little her was sweet and innocent and part of her wished she had stayed like that. But at the same time Violet felt that she turned out pretty good. She wasn't out killing people and she thought of that as a plus. Dean was watching her in the back and Violet wondered if he was okay with how she turned out. Granted she hasn't been the best sports though this whole thing.

"Where are we going?" She questioned, setting her phone down in her lap.

"Not sure." Dean said.

"Dean, we need to go back to Kansas." Sam said and Dean sighed. He had been hoping that his brother had forgotten the dream.

"Sam, It was just a dream." Dean told him, "we need to find a way to send big Violet back….home and we're still looking for Dad." Sam's shoulders set and Little Violet seemed to almost press herself farther into the book she was reading.

"Dean, I had dreams about Jess dying weeks before she did. I know something is going to happen to those people!" Sam said forcefully. Older Violet watched what was happening with interest. The more both men said the more she began to remember what they were talking about.

"Sam, we have more important things to worry about then you're nightmares."

"Their not nightmares!" Sam said.

"Yes Sam they are."

"Actually they're not." Violet pipped up, almost worried about intervening. Part of her was worried about changing things but at the same time they find out that he was having visions anyway. So it couldn't hurt much, right? Dean looked at her from the rear-view mirror.

"See!" Sam turned around and gestured to Violet, "She knows, Dean we have to save those people!"

"You're absolutely sure that their visions?" He asked Violet who nodded. It looked like she wanted to add something but thought better of it. Dean noticed that she was twisting her wedding ring in a nerves fashion and that got his thoughts on his future son in law that he was dreading. He had a very strong feeling that the man he saw on her phone was him and he didn't like the fact that she and him were close enough for him to be naked on a bed that she had access to. Granted if they were married then they were close. He didn't care about that though.

"Dean." Sam said in a hard but somewhat desperate tone. "What if its the same thing that killed mom?" Dean took a deep breath and sent a questioning look back to his future daughter.

"….Well? Is it?" He asked, she bite tightly onto her lip but didn't answer him. He kind of thought that meant yes but at the same time it could mean no. He sighed but began driving with a detestation in mind.

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