Dean took a deep breath, thinking that Kenzi hadn’t caught onto his stuttering.  He was mostly just elsewhere because he could feel that she wasn’t being completely front and honest with him.  But also, he had hunches.  Hunches that he wouldn’t act on.  He didn’t want to ruin this, not yet.

“Yeah.  Dad’s still sidelining him a bit.  He understands hunting fine, and lord knows the kid is getting bigger by the day.  But he’s a little…lost.  It’s like he doesn’t even want to be with us.”, Dean answered her question about Sam not being able to hunt as much as himself.  He took another large bite of pizza and stared off for a second, “Sometimes I wonder if I want the kid with us…Maybe he’d be safer, and easier for me to watch out for if he was living some normal teen life.  But then again, we’re his family.”

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Anna stopped pacing, raising her eyebrows at Sams words.  His dad was a hunter.  Which meant her mom was a hunter.  It dawned on her that her mothers friends had spoken about the term, before, but never long enough for her to make out what they meant.

She sat down in a chair and pointed to the closet, “She has this shrine of pictures…clippings and stuff.  There are pages ripped out of old books about vampires, with names and addresses written on them.  Are vampires real?”

When she asked, her eyes got wider, “Do you think my dad was killed by a vampire?”