Authors' Note: Sorry these next couple chapters were late, Homework has been a bitch, so here you go hope you enjoy.

Charlie's POV

Once I made sure that my parents were fully asleep I snuck out the bathroom window, I needed to know why a teenager was in such a place. As I was walking down the street I passed an old barn and started to feel tired and sick, I was getting cold chills and thought I was gonna pass out.

About five minutes after I walked passed the old barn I felt better but something was strange about the barn. No, focus on the task at hand. I told myself. I knew it would be about ten more minutes until I got to the brothel. But I kept going.

Once I got to the brothel, I looked into the same window I saw the girl and she was gone. Maybe I should talk to Sam and Gabe? I asked myself but I quickly answered myself too. No, I can't he'll tell my dad I was here. I have to get that girl alone... and soon...

It was too late, Gabe saw me sitting in the courtyard and came out to talk to me.

"What are you doing in the cold, especially out here? Do Dean and your dad know you're here?" Gabe said sounding scared.

"No Dean and dad do not know I'm out here," I said trying to sound brave.

"Well, then why are you out here?"

"Who is the little girl I saw earlier in the window?"

"She is my daughter, her name is Opal."

"Why does Dean not like it here?"

"Maybe that is something you should talk to him about."

"Ok, please don't tell dad and Dean I was here."

"I won't, I promise."

"Thank you. Love you, Uncle Gabe."

"Love you too baby." He said as I walked off and out of the courtyard.

I have to get home before Dean wakes up for breakfast, I said to myself. It was now three in the morning and I got home, more like a stinky motel that Dean likes staying in. I got into my be right before Dean walked in to ask about breakfast.

"Dean, can I ask you something?" I asked voice shaky and without breath.

"Yes, anything," Dean said sitting at the end of the bed.

"You'll give me the truth?"

"Charlie, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you like where Uncle Sam lives?" I said with sorrow behind my voice.

"I had bad experiences there." He replied soft and slow like someone was listening.

"Like what? Dean, I want to know everything, and if you don't want to tell me I can find out another way."

"Honey, my father was abusive. I lived in that place for so long and every morning when I got up he would ask, "You still gay boy?" And I'd always answer with yes. So he would beat me till I bled; until I would start screaming. I never screamed I had to protect Sam from his cold hands so I took the beatings and we never told my father Sam was gay too."

"What's your dad's name?"

"His name was John Winchester, why?"

"I feel like I've heard that name before."

"I don't know how I never brought up his name to you."

"I don't know. What do you mean was?"

"John died three years ago, best day of my life."

"How did he die?"

"Hunting, he was killed by a vamp."

"Oh, ok. Well, I'm gonna get dressed, love you."

"Love you to pumpkin."