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The Hunt

"Dad, I want to come with you. I can take this vamp." Claire said, following Dean to the car.

"I don't doubt it, kid. But I promised Cas I wouldn't take you on any hunts while he's away. You know how he feels about it."

"C'mon. I'm fifteen. I can take care of myself."

"Clearly. By the way, when were you going to tell me about the tattoo?"

"Wh-what tattoo? I wasn't aware of any tattoos."

"The one on your left bicep. Claire, I'm a professional liar, I can tell when you're lying."

"I'll tell you when you get home. It's not important."

"Okay. Pa will be home by four. Don't say anything until I'm home. I'm only a few hours away if you need me. And if any one's at the door that we don't know, we-"

"Shoot first, ask questions later, I know." She rolled her eyes.

"Don't get sassy. I don't want you getting hurt. I'll be home tomorrow. Then I promise I won't take any more cases. I'll be done."

Dean pulled out. Sure he was worried about her, but this time, for a different reason. She had a tattoo that she won't tell him about, that's what worried him.

The nest was pretty straightforward, four vamps, none of them trying to stay hidden. Dean got home around two. Cas was asleep on the couch. Dean curled up next to him and fell asleep.