'Rena speaking?

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

Cassia and Raziel poked their heads in, waving

Raziel shrugged "I mean, maybe an angel would make her feel safer...?"

"I know- but she needs me to come alone?"

"dad- I'm 16 now? That's old enough to drive in a lot of states? I'm pretty sure I can handle a single solo hunt?"

“I’m just trying to look out for you. Okay? My first solo hunt went horribly. Because the person who was supposed to be my backup ditched. If it goes well, you don’t need to worry about them. If it goes left up shits creek, they step in, and everyone lives. Except the ghost.”

"you and uncle Sam went on multiple before you were even old enough to comprehend it? Why do I not get that?" She looked away... then... "...I'm not going" she walked away

“Because I’m not trying to be the kind of father that John was. Just go. If it matters to you that much, go. Cassia, Raziel. Stay behind. You can take the Impala. Just don’t scratch it.”

“You know damn well I’ll go with you. Even if you call it an ‘exam’, a thing that I hate.”

She smiled wider at that "perfect- I'll tell her I'm bringing you and pack my bag too-"

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

Cassia and Raziel poked their heads in, waving

Raziel shrugged "I mean, maybe an angel would make her feel safer...?"

"I know- but she needs me to come alone?"

"dad- I'm 16 now? That's old enough to drive in a lot of states? I'm pretty sure I can handle a single solo hunt?"

“I’m just trying to look out for you. Okay? My first solo hunt went horribly. Because the person who was supposed to be my backup ditched. If it goes well, you don’t need to worry about them. If it goes left up shits creek, they step in, and everyone lives. Except the ghost.”

"you and uncle Sam went on multiple before you were even old enough to comprehend it? Why do I not get that?" She looked away... then... "...I'm not going" she walked away

“Because I’m not trying to be the kind of father that John was. Just go. If it matters to you that much, go. Cassia, Raziel. Stay behind. You can take the Impala. Just don’t scratch it.”

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

Cassia and Raziel poked their heads in, waving

Raziel shrugged "I mean, maybe an angel would make her feel safer...?"

"I know- but she needs me to come alone?"

"dad- I'm 16 now? That's old enough to drive in a lot of states? I'm pretty sure I can handle a single solo hunt?"

“I’m just trying to look out for you. Okay? My first solo hunt went horribly. Because the person who was supposed to be my backup ditched. If it goes well, you don’t need to worry about them. If it goes left up shits creek, they step in, and everyone lives. Except the ghost.”

"you and uncle Sam went on multiple before you were even old enough to comprehend it? Why do I not get that?" She looked away... then... "...I'm not going" she walked away

“Because I’m not trying to be the kind of father that John was. Just go. If it matters to you that much, go. Cassia, Raziel. Stay behind. You can take the Impala. Just don’t scratch it.”

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

Cassia and Raziel poked their heads in, waving

Raziel shrugged "I mean, maybe an angel would make her feel safer...?"

"I know- but she needs me to come alone?"

"dad- I'm 16 now? That's old enough to drive in a lot of states? I'm pretty sure I can handle a single solo hunt?"

“I’m just trying to look out for you. Okay? My first solo hunt went horribly. Because the person who was supposed to be my backup ditched. If it goes well, you don’t need to worry about them. If it goes left up shits creek, they step in, and everyone lives. Except the ghost.”

"you and uncle Sam went on multiple before you were even old enough to comprehend it? Why do I not get that?" She looked away... then... "...I'm not going" she walked away

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

Cassia and Raziel poked their heads in, waving

Raziel shrugged "I mean, maybe an angel would make her feel safer...?"

"I know- but she needs me to come alone?"

"dad- I'm 16 now? That's old enough to drive in a lot of states? I'm pretty sure I can handle a single solo hunt?"

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

Cassia and Raziel poked their heads in, waving

Raziel shrugged "I mean, maybe an angel would make her feel safer...?"

"I know- but she needs me to come alone?"

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

Cassia and Raziel poked their heads in, waving

"do you think I could go on a- a solo hunt today? Look- my friend keeps saying she's feeling cold spots all over the house and that she has scratches on her back and stuff and she didn't comfortable showing it to anyone but me-" she looked at him hopefully.

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."

"...what about my mom? When can we find her?" Oh no she was tearing up again. She looked scared to enter but... Mustered up all the courage she had.

“It might take a few days. But I’ll find her. I will. I promise.”

She sat there, nodding, tightly. Hands clasped together. Just wanting to go home... Little did she know, her own mom didn't want her home...

“It’s gonna be okay… I’ll get you some pie and some a sandwich. Ham, without the crusts?”

"...it's fine..." She looked down again. Not really meeting deans eyes yet...

"...no thanks...I'm Serena..." Not looking up yet.

“Hi Serena. That’s a wonderful name. And are you sure you don’t want any food? I’ve got ice cream in the freezer if you want.”

She slowly lifted her head hearing that. "Can I have some?"

“Yeah. We have vanilla, chocolate, mint chip, cookie dough, and brownie.”

"Could I have mint chips..?"

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."

"...what about my mom? When can we find her?" Oh no she was tearing up again. She looked scared to enter but... Mustered up all the courage she had.

“It might take a few days. But I’ll find her. I will. I promise.”

She sat there, nodding, tightly. Hands clasped together. Just wanting to go home... Little did she know, her own mom didn't want her home...

“It’s gonna be okay… I’ll get you some pie and some a sandwich. Ham, without the crusts?”

"...it's fine..." She looked down again. Not really meeting deans eyes yet...

"...no thanks...I'm Serena..." Not looking up yet.

“Hi Serena. That’s a wonderful name. And are you sure you don’t want any food? I’ve got ice cream in the freezer if you want.”

She slowly lifted her head hearing that. "Can I have some?"

“Yeah. We have vanilla, chocolate, mint chip, cookie dough, and brownie.”

"Could I have mint chips..?"

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."

"...what about my mom? When can we find her?" Oh no she was tearing up again. She looked scared to enter but... Mustered up all the courage she had.

“It might take a few days. But I’ll find her. I will. I promise.”

She sat there, nodding, tightly. Hands clasped together. Just wanting to go home... Little did she know, her own mom didn't want her home...

“It’s gonna be okay… I’ll get you some pie and some a sandwich. Ham, without the crusts?”

"...it's fine..." She looked down again. Not really meeting deans eyes yet...

"...no thanks...I'm Serena..." Not looking up yet.

“Hi Serena. That’s a wonderful name. And are you sure you don’t want any food? I’ve got ice cream in the freezer if you want.”

She slowly lifted her head hearing that. "Can I have some?"

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."

"...what about my mom? When can we find her?" Oh no she was tearing up again. She looked scared to enter but... Mustered up all the courage she had.

“It might take a few days. But I’ll find her. I will. I promise.”

She sat there, nodding, tightly. Hands clasped together. Just wanting to go home... Little did she know, her own mom didn't want her home...

“It’s gonna be okay… I’ll get you some pie and some a sandwich. Ham, without the crusts?”

"...it's fine..." She looked down again. Not really meeting deans eyes yet...

"...no thanks...I'm Serena..." Not looking up yet.

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."

"...what about my mom? When can we find her?" Oh no she was tearing up again. She looked scared to enter but... Mustered up all the courage she had.

“It might take a few days. But I’ll find her. I will. I promise.”

She sat there, nodding, tightly. Hands clasped together. Just wanting to go home... Little did she know, her own mom didn't want her home...

“It’s gonna be okay… I’ll get you some pie and some a sandwich. Ham, without the crusts?”

"...it's fine..." She looked down again. Not really meeting deans eyes yet...

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."

"...what about my mom? When can we find her?" Oh no she was tearing up again. She looked scared to enter but... Mustered up all the courage she had.

“It might take a few days. But I’ll find her. I will. I promise.”

She sat there, nodding, tightly. Hands clasped together. Just wanting to go home... Little did she know, her own mom didn't want her home...

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."

"...what about my mom? When can we find her?" Oh no she was tearing up again. She looked scared to enter but... Mustered up all the courage she had.

"uh- no- I-" Serena kept glancing towards where her mother had just been. "I was told to um... Tell you... Something..." She glanced there again, but now had her eyes fixated on a tree... Hoping her mother would magically emerge from behind it.

She shook her head fast... Her mom wasn't a ghost. "She told me to tell you... You're my dad-" the second those words came out of her mouth? She fled. Running towards the tree. Wordless.

“Hello? What now?”

There the kid was again... Only difference is now she was covered in little dirt scratches, PROBABALY from twigs, and tears streaming down her face. "...I can't find my mom..." Her voice heavy, yet unbelievably tiny.

“Do you remember anyone calling her anything other than Mom? I’ll help you find her. In the meantime… I have pie?”

"...I write a lot of different names on my school forms.... Sometimes Lucy, sometimes Lilly... Sometimes Cassidy... Not sure which one is the right one..." She looked down at her shoes wouldn't dare lift her eyes up. "She makes me write Winchester as my last name...everytime... If that helps..."