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A/N: this one is a total set up part and I'm sorry I have to do so many of these in a row I just have a lot of storylines to tie in pretty soon!
I didn't go to bed that night. I couldn't sleep so I just curled up in my chair with a throw blanket and tried to process the information.
Why did he want to tell me that?
Why is it a bad thing if he did it to defeat Lucifer?
There's got to be details that I don't know.
What did Dad mean 'doin his dealer'?
If he did it in order to help people or stop the apocalypse should I even care?
How the hell am I supposed to react to something like this?!
I can't just go up and ask him about it.
I'm not supposed to know!
Wait, why am I not supposed to know?
And who exactly was this dealer he was fucking?
No! Stop Evelynn. It's obviously not a problem anymore so just let it go.
It was like 6-7 years ago!
I can move on from this right?
no.
But am I angry or sad or disappointed?
Then it hit me that I was in the greatest supernatural library of all time, so I began research. Book after book after book made it into the pile next to my chair but, though they all described the symptoms and abilities given, knowing all of this just brought up more complex questions. I fell asleep in the early morning hours without having come to a conclusion and unbelievably frustrated.

"Ehvs. Baby did you ever come to bed?" Sam asked as he gently shook me awake.
I scrunched my eyes shut, "No, I think I fell asleep talking to Dad." I croaked as I buried my head further into the arm of the chair.
Lie. But what am I going to do?
"He's been a lot less of a dick lately." Sam commented as he took the cold cup of tea from my hands and replaced it with a hot cup of coffee.
"Thank you, Sam..." I mumbled, hoping he would go away and leave me to my half sleeping thoughts.
"You're welcome Sunshine. It's time to go. Dean is already waiting in the car and I left Harper a note, we just need you." He said, slowly pulling back the blanket to encourage me awake.
Fucking dad has to come make me question Sam. He's a giant teddy bear why am I even worrying about this?
"Okay! Okay!" I snapped, "Let me change and I'll be there." I fought through my stiffness and stood to walk to our room.
"You okay?" He asked placing a hand on the small of my back.
"Yeah. Fine. I just... I didn't sleep well." I grumbled as I strode towards the hall.
"Oh...kay.... Breakfast in the car?!" He called after me.
I raised my hand in a thumbs up as I ducked into our room and changed quickly, brushing my teeth and braiding my hair.
I poked my head into Harper's room to make sure she was still sleeping and saw her nearly curled into a ball on the corner of her bed.
After reassuring myself she was fine I jogged out to the impala and swung into the backseat.
Dean gave me a funny look in the rear veiw but said nothing as we pulled out of the garage. I said almost nothing until we stopped for food a few hours later at our halfway point.
"Shark week isn't coming up is it?" Dean asked as we all spilled out of the car.
"No. That was two weeks ago. They never come that close together." I grumbled as we all walked into the convenience store and grabbed a few corn dogs and toquitos.
I'm not being bitchy I'm just being quiet.
I told the boys I had to pee and took off to the bathroom while they were paying but Sam followed me for a distance. When he brushed his fingers against my arm I involuntarily stopped and turned around.
He doesn't show any of the repercussive signs the books describe.
"Did I do something? You're acting like you're mad at me for something and I usually know what so it doesn't bother me too much but you're starting to worry me." He asked placing his hands on my arms and looking down at me as if I just killed his puppy.
I shook my head, "Sleep deprivation and a headache Sam. I'm okay." I tried to force a smile but it came out as a grimace.
"You sure?" He asked again, brushing a stray hair back behind my ear.
I nodded again and patted his cheek before I turned to go to the bathroom.
A quick glance in the mirror made me realize why they thought I was PMSing. My hair was much messier than usual, dark circles had accentuated my eyes and I had a seemingly permanent frown on my face.
I attempted to fix my hair a bit but quickly gave up before returning to the impala still lost in thought.
When I rounded the corner to our parking space I was met with a far less than pleasant scene.
"Harper what the hell are you doing here?!" I yelled, only feeling a little bit guilty about scaring the day lights out of her and making a scene.
"I-well-" she started to try to explain but I wouldn't have it.
"I told you to stay home didn't I?" I asked as I stormed over to her.
She nodded and folded her arms, almost caving in on herself.
"And why did you think coming anyways would be a good idea?" I asked pressing the matter further.
"I wanted to at least tag along!" Harper tried to justify.
"No! It's dangerous, it draws you in and you don't get out, and I told you to stay home." I yelled using every ounce of willpower not to really lay it on Harper.
"I don't want to be part of the action or anything! I just want to road trip and help research or something!" Harper begged more to Sam than me.
She truly doesn't get the fact that it becomes an addiction.
"Nope. I'm flying you home. Right now." I snapped and extended my hand palm up for her to take.
"Pleaaaase?" She begged, now hugging Sam's waist in a last ditch effort to stay.
Shameless.
"Gingy we are only finding a retired witch... There's not much in the area of danger or research." Dean pointed out with a shrug as he leaned against Baby.
"See? No real reason to send me home!" Harper argued with a hopeful smile.
Sam gave me a shrug and his 'they have a point' look.
I just sighed an aggravated "Fine" and jerked the back door open.
"You're not even going to ask me where I hid?" Harper asked in disappointment as she slid in after me and slammed the door.
I stayed silent and looked at her with an expectant yet sour look on my face as I waited for her to explain.
"The trunk is really comfortable with a pillow and a few blankets." she chimed.
"I can't believe you..." I sighed.
Everyone was quiet for a little while longer as Dean drove the winding back roads as fast as the friction of the tires would allow.
"So..." Harper started, "I guess now would be a bad time to ask about Homecoming, huh?"
"With who?" Sam asked.
"Dallas..." she answered sheepishly.
Both boys shared a look before turning their heads to the road and simultaneously saying, "No."

The impala roared to a halt at a motel in Jacksonville early the next morning and Dean carried Harper into our room. We took our standard four hour nap before actually beginning to hunt down this witch.
"So Gabriel only told you that she moves around a lot and goes to a lot of sleazy bars?" Dean asked looking at the strip of paper dad had scribbled instructions on.
"Not just a sleazy bar, the sleaziest. So I'm guessing the first three on a google search should be a pretty good bet." I corrected him as I hit enter in my search bar.
"So basically, you three get to go bar hopping until you find this bitch so you can steal two of her most prized possessions?" Harper asked from her spot still under the covers.
"Yeah. It's not as much of a party as it sounds." Sam reassured.
"I'm still not allowed to go..." Harper sighed.
"You said you didn't want action. Nor will I let you see any of that until we bring your anxiety down to a non paralyzing intensity." I reminded her with a matter of fact tone.
"Dude what is up your ass?" Harper asked. When I only responded with a shocked look she continued, "After your little discussion with your dick of a father you've been really edgy. Like there hasn't even been any PDA. What's wrong with you?"
I glanced over at Sam and took a deep breath trying to calm myself a little more with every exhale, "Information." I sighed.
"Oh my God are you pregnant?" Harper asked in a dead serious yet completely excited tone.
Sam looked at me in utter shock before understanding spread across his features, "Is that why you're not talking?" he asked.
"Guys. No." I snapped. "I'm not pregnant and it's not relevant now. We need to get this baby skull so just- shut up and google."