I did throw up once I got outside. I couldn't believe he had ended that little girl's life like that. Actually, I could, but it didn't make me feel any better. In fact, it made me feel worse.

"Hey." I looked up. Dean was standing next to me.

"I thought you left." I brushed off his concern, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.

"I did, but then I saw a diner with amazing looking pie. Then, I realized forgot my wallet." I gave him my best 'Really?' look. "You okay?"

"Never better."

"Really? Because you don't look okay."

"I'm fine, Dean."

"Now I know how Sam feels," he mumbled.

"What was that?" I snapped.

"Nothing." I glare at him, but then something catches my eye over his shoulder. A familiar face, one I hadn't seen in decades. He smirked, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. "Skylar?"

"Hmm?"

"What is it?" He turned around, trying to figure out what I was staring at.

"I just thought I saw an owl. You know how much I like owls."

"Right." He eyed me suspiciously.

"You wanted pie, right? Well, let's go. I'm buying."

"Okay?" I walked quickly over to his car.

"Can I drive?"

"Over my dead body." I shrugged.

"Worth a shot."

The pie really was great, but not as good as the company. We kept it lighthearted, so nothing hunting related. I mostly listened while he talked about Sam and Mary. I was surprised when he said Cas was addicted to Netflix. Last time I saw him, he couldn't even work a remote.

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. He's been watching Game of Thrones recently."

"I don't believe it."

"It's true." Setting the check on the table, the waitress winked at Dean. I rolled my eyes, but then kicked his leg when he started checking out her ass. "Ow!"

"Stop it."

"Sorry, geez. You're worse than Sam."

"I'm taking that as a compliment." I left the money on the table.

"Thanks for the pie," he said as we walked out to his car.

"My pleasure."

"You want me to take you anywhere?"

"No, I'm good. There's a motel not far where I'll spend the night, and I'll pick it up again tomorrow."

"Skylar, don't get me wrong. I'm glad we had the chance to have a normal conversation over some of the most delicious pie ever," I chuckled, "but you had to have known that wasn't going to last long." I sighed.

"Yeah, I know."

"So what's bugging you?" The image of that little girl popped into my head, which brought an image of my sister along with it.

"It's just that the bodies are beginning to pile up. It's not like last time."

"It's not too late to invite us in."

"No!" He seemed surprised at my outburst.

"I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah, well, I don't want your help!" I didn't know why I was still shouting. "Just go home, Dean. I can do this on my own."

"Just-"

"Dean, go."

"Fine." He got in his car, and drove away.

Dean's Impala had just disappeared from view, when something hard hit the back of my head. I crumpled to the ground.

"Finally." The voice sounded somewhat far away, but I recognized it. I tried to push myself up, but my assailant put his foot on my back.

"You bastard." He ignored me.

"You know, I considered hurting your boyfriend, too, but I just want you, angel."

"Fuck you."

"That's no way to talk to your father, Skylar."

"My father died twenty seven years ago." He growled. I was trying to stay conscious.

"I believe you're mistaking me with your mother and Emma." At the sound of Emma's name, a rush of energy flooded my veins. I mustered up enough strength to roll over, knocking my father over in the process. I went to grab the blade I kept in my pocket, but it wasn't there.

"What the-"

"Looking for this?" I looked up to see my father holding my blade. "I'm surprised at you, Skylar. After last time, I thought we agreed that you can't even try to kill me."

"Things have changed."

"I haven't." He was right about that. He still had his salt and pepper hair and tan skin. "Oh, you meant my victims. Yeah, little Sarah had no idea what was about to happen to her. She was just coloring a picture for her mommy." I growled.

"You sick son of a bitch."

"I've had enough of your attitude, young lady. I think it's time for bed." Again, I was hit from behind, but with much more force. I was out in a few seconds.