" He told us what no child should hear. "

With a cold beer in her hand, Jo slumped down on Bobby's sofa and watched as her sister chatted with Sam by the fireplace. What were they talking about? Jo didn't care. Dean was standing in the hallway and it looked like he had the intentions of coming inside. Luckily, he did.

Dean walked over, sliding on the couch next to Jolie. He sat there silently, looking over at Sam and Sunny.
"It's a change." He smiled to himself. Jo took a sip of her beer, then smiled at Sunny and Sam socialising.
"Oh boy." Dean sighed. "What happened?"
Jo shrugged. "They were young and stupid, I guess."
"No." Dean shook his head. "What happened with you, your sister and Bobby?" For once, he felt he had the courage to ask.
Jo paused, looking at her sister. From here, Sunny looked so happy. Happier than they'd been in a while. Yes, they'd laugh and they'd smile- but right now, Sunny with Sam, just looked so genuine. She wondered whether her sister would oppose of her sharing the story with Dean- but in that moment, she didn't dare.
"Uh...something killed our parents." Jo looked to Dean to see she had his attention. She had it.
"Something from all the way over here in America, hated my parents so much that they travelled across the country to kill them." Jo refrained herself from tearing up. It was a lie, an absolute lie to say that bringing up her parents hurt. It didn't just hurt, it was agony.
"We lived here for two years and for the first year we didn't even know what killed them. A car accident. We asked Bobby so many questions that he didn't have the answers to. We asked Bobby 'what are these symbols etched onto the roof?' and he'd say 'they're to keep the bad spirits away'. And in our childish ignorance, we just thought he was some crazy superstitious old man. Until whatever killed our parents came after us. That's when we knew. That thing- we still don't know what it is. Only it wanted us dead and gone. It really did. Sunny saved my life." Jo bit down on her lip, scaling over the features on Dean's face, which allowed her to smile for a split second.
"We finally demanded Bobby tell us what the hell was going on. He told us alright. He told us what no child should hear. He told us all about the supernatural. For a while Bobby only agreed to teach us basic self defence against the supernatural but we taught ourselves the rest. We'd hear a friend's house was 'haunted' and we'd investigate it. We'd dig up graves just to salt and burn the bodies. For months that was our lives. Our hobbies- and Bobby never wanted that for us. It was his choice, he was our guardian. That was, until a group of hunters stopped by the house and asked if Bobby wanted to help them follow up on a lead for whatever killed our parents. Bobby declined and we begged and we begged that he let us go. He didn't- that night Sunny and Bobby had the biggest argument. Tears and shouting so hard that she lost her voice. When the night came we left and we went with the hunters to go hunt whatever killed our parents. We didn't see Bobby for a decade and a half." Jo paused once more, a small unsure smile. "I guess that was our first mistake. Not listening to Bobby."
Dean took a while to process it all, slowly nodding.
"Did you hunt it?" He asked. Jo raised her eyebrow.
"What?"
"Did you get the son of a bitch that took your parents from you?"
Jo pressed her lips into a thin-line, shaking her head slowly. "No- and every so often it comes back."
"What do you mean it comes back?" Dean questioned, narrowing his eyes.
"She means it comes back. Don't know why, don't know what it is...just that it is." Sunny slid onto the arm of the chair, leaning against her sister.
Sam stood next to her, sipping at his beer but oblivious to the conversation before him.
"And you never thought about hunting the thing? I mean, it's gotta be killable?" Dean suggested.
Sunny chuckled. "Course we've tried hunting it. Fifteen years we've hunted it. Other hunters joined but they never made it. Whatever it is, it didn't want us or anybody else on its trail."
It was only now, Sam tuned in.
"Trail?" He piped, poking his head in the conversation. "What trail?"
Both Sunny and Jolie went silent.
"Do you have any type of lead?" Dean inquired.
The sisters remained silent.
"Well?" Sam chimed in. "Do you?"
"One." Sunny finally let out. "And it comes and goes."
Both Sam and Dean shared a troubled glance, then all four turned their attention to Bobby, who stood in the hallway. Jo bit her lip, watching him.
"How'd you know so much, Bobby? What our parents wanted from us, what our favourite things were. Who we were...? Hell, you knew we were sneaking out for a party before we did."
Bobby remained silent, his face going soft.
"How the hell do you think?" Bobby sighed, looking seemingly defeated.
Sunny's shoulders sagged, her hands reaching to cool the goosebumps on her arms.
"Because you see them too."