"Dean! Enough is enough! Why have you been avoiding Hanna?" Sam yelled, barging into the library.

Dean sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes.

"What the hell, Sam?"

Sam looked him over with wide eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing. H- have you been sleeping?"

"Sam..." Dean warned his brother.

"Dean, you need to be sleeping. What if Cas, Charlie, or Hanna needed your help? What if something happened to them, and you weren't able to get to them?" Sam slammed his hand down on the table.

"Sam, you don't know w-"

Sam cut him off.

"I don't know what I'm talking about? Really? Wow, Dean."

"Damn it Sam! I haven't been sleeping because every time I close my eyes, I see Lucifer murdering everyone I love. He was the one who flipped my car, and I've been trying to track him down."

Sam softened.

"Ok, you should have told me. I could've helped you. I have a deal for you. You take a break and hang out with Hanna, and I'll take over researching for a while, ok?"

"Ok, fine. Deal. What do teenagers even like to do?"

"I don't know! Take her to the mall or something? Or you could ask her what she wants to do?"

•••

"Starbucks. You brought me to Starbucks." Hanna deadpanned.

"I thought teenagers loved this crap..."

Hanna laughed sharply.

"Sorry D- Dad, I've tried a few of their drinks, but they're pretty sugary." She shrugged. "Not my cup of low-fat, double whipped, triple espresso, candy flavored, cappa-latte with foam and skim milk."

It's Dean's turn to laugh.

"Wow, you really are my kid. Lemme guess, you like coffee as black as your soul?"

Hanna looked at him like he was crazy.

"Never mind, just something your grandfather used to say. I thought everyone said it, but I guess it's a hunter saying." He got out of the car.

Hanna rolled her eyes, but got out too.

"Ok, so, what do you have planned next? I swear, if you say the mall, I'll smack you."

Dean hung his head.

"I- I should've asked. I suck."

Hanna sputtered and tripped, but caught herself.

"Dad! Surely you can't be serious. The mall."

"I am serious! And don't call me me Shurley! Actually, on second thought, Cas and I haven't really talked about the last names yet."

Hanna facepalmed.

"Really? 'Airplane!'? I walked right into that, didn't I?"

"Yep. Alright, no mall, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go on a hunt." She said, opening the door to the coffee shop and stepped in.

Dean followed angrily.

"Absolutely you can not. You don't know how to handle a gun, let alone fire it, and you don't have training! No, no, no, no, no. Bad idea."

"Actually, Uncle Sam's been training and teaching me, and I can clean and shoot both handguns and shotguns."

"When did that start?" Dean growled.

"Chill, Dad, it's only been two weeks."

"Two weeks, and you're just telling me now! He is so gonna get his ass kicked when we get b-"

His phone rang, interrupting him.

He looked at the screen, rolled his eyes, and answered.

"Hey Bitch, what's up?"

"Where are you, Jerk? Bobby just called, there's a ghost in Scotland that needs that he needs help with."

"Sam, Scotland is halfway across the world. Besides, one, I don't fly, and two, I'm out with my daughter. You know, the one you've been training behind my back?"

"Dean, we'll talk about that when you get back. Bobby's in Scotland, South Dakota, not Europe. Take Hanna with you, she needs experience. Bye."

Sam hung up.

"Well, I guess we're going to Scotland."

•••

Dean pulled his car into the parking lot of the hotel that Bobby was staying at, and Bobby walked over.

"Hey Dean, Hanna, thanks for hauling down this way. Dean I'm glad to see ya passing down the family business."

"Actually apparently, Sam's passing it down. I didn't want my kids anywhere near this crap, but I'm going to stow it for now. Sam said you needed help?" Dean said, sighing.

"Not really 'help' as much as an extra pair of hands."

"Meaning I have to dig a hole."

Bobby said nothing, turned around, and walked away.

"I'll take that as a yes!"

They walked to the room in silence.

•••

Later, after the hunt, Hanna lay awake with her eyes closed, while Dean and Bobby talked quietly at the small table in the corner of the room.

She wasn't able to hear most of what they said, and what little she could make out sounded like gibberish, but she listened anyway.

"... Bobby... Say yes... Michael... Save them... Family! Lucifer... Kill them... Cas... Baby... Hanna, too."

"What happens... Betrays... Die. ... Be stupid, Dean... Smart way."

"I'm trying... Way... Not working... Can't find... Got to go... Cas... Worried... Love her."

"Found yourself... Good one... Hold... On to that."

"Will do." Dean smiled and stood up, walking over to the bed.

"Hey kid, time to get up." He said gently. "If we leave now, we'll make it back a little after midnight."

Hanna sat up and rubbed her eyes, and then they left