Sell Who's Soul

The room was the same but the doll was gone, replaced with a photo of a young woman holding a baby. On the bed was a young girl maybe 10 sitting on the edge with a man on his knees in front of her, she had blood coming out of her nose and a black eye.

"You understand why I hit you right (Y/n)? You need to keep your mouth closed when other people talk. It's rude for a little girl to back talk her father."

Dean watched as the man slid his hand farther up the young girl's leg. Deans stomach turned and he tried harder to move. Sam noticed as well and froze.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?"

"Yes father."