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The Discovery

"Hey, Dean!" John yelled.

"What?"

"Can you go grab the rest of the groceries, there's like two bags."

"Sure." Dean ran outside to John's '86 Sierra Grande. He opened the back and grabbed the bags. As he lifted them up, one of the cans fell out. It his the trunk, making a very hollow sound.

"What the hell?" Dean felt around for a switch of some sort, and sure enough, he found one. He set the groceries on the driveway and lifted up the false bottom. Under it was an arsenal of weapons, salt, spray paint, and a box of fake ID's.

"Hey Cas! C'mere for a sec." Cas ran out. "Look at this. Why would Dad have it in his trunk?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him. John!" 

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Can I talk to you about your truck?"

"Sure thing. I'll be right out." 

When John walked up and noticed the arsenal, his face got white. 

"How did you find this, Dean?" He asked calmly.

"One of the cans fell out and hit this. It sounded hollow, so I looked for a switch, and when I opened it, well."

"Well, I guess your mom and I had better come clean. Come inside with us and I'll explain it to you and Sam."

They walked in and sent Claire and Oliver, Sam's son, outside to play. Mary and John sat Cas, Sam, Jess, and Dean down.

"A while ago, before you all were born, Uncle Bobby needed my help with something. That thing was a demon that was possessing his wife, Karen. Mary's father took care of things like that all the time, so we went out to help." John explained.

"We're called hunters. But when I found out I was pregnant, we quit. At least, we tried to. Your girl Claire, her parents were killed by an angel. That's why we could get her to you so easily."

"So the weapons, what are they for?" Asked Sam.

"Each monster can be killed a different way. Vamps have to have their heads cut off, demons need to be exorcised, vengeful spirits need to have the thing they are attached to burned."

"And the copious amounts of salt?" Cas inquired.

"Demons and ghosts can pass a line of salt. It keeps you safe. It is often used  to repel ghosts, demons, and hell hounds."

"Spray paint?"

"Devil's traps. They trap demons. Any other questions?"

"Yeah." Jess said. "Why the fake ID's?"

"Well," Mom said "sometimes, to get information, we need to pretend to be FBI, US Marshals, Park Service, all kinds of things. So we need badges."

"I have a question." Dean said. "Why do you still have it? You said you quit, so why do you still have everything." 

"We said we tried." John replied. "You never really quit the hunting life, you just hide from it. A friend, Rufus, needed our help, and Bobby's on a new creature. That's all. We were in no immediate danger." 

All of the sudden, there was a shriek, then crying.

"Uh-oh, I hear drama." Jess said. The four of them got up and walked outside. Oliver was laughing and Claire was holding her elbow. 

"Claire, honey, what happened?" Cas walked over and picked her up.

"I-I got an ouchie!" She sniffled. "There was a bee. It was a meany." Cas turned to Dean and suppressed a smile. He went through an obsession with bees a while back, and now the thought just amuses him.  He turned back to Claire.

"Oh. I see. Well, if we find that bee, we'll teach him a lesson. But there's no reason to cry. We'll get you fixed up."

"Oliver, this isn't something you should be laughing about." Jess scolded.

"Yes it is." He replied

"No, it's not." Sam said. "What if it was you who got stung, by the bee, not Claire. Then would you be laughing?"

"No." Oliver stopped and put his head down.

"We should get going. Thanks for dinner, and the lesson." Cas said.

When we they in the car, Cas and Dean exchanged looks.

"What are we supposed to do with this?" Dean whispered.

"I don't know. But hunting clearly runs in the family. When Claire gets older, maybe we'll look into it."