Claire was adorable. That was the problem. When she wanted something, Bobby couldn't resist her big, green puppy eyes. He was used to this, but he wasn't ready when she asked to see her daddy. Last time she was over she found out about monsters, and Dean was, to put it nicely, murderous. This time she'll find out that her dad hunts them? With her determination, she'd end up helping. She'd end up dead.
"Bobby?" The 6 year old gave him a puzzled expression. "Are you okay?"
The older hunter's head shot up. "Oh, yeah sweetheart. I just got lost ink thought." He forced a smile, still worried.
"Oh okay! So, why can't I go to daddy's work?" She said, obviously expecting an answer.
Bobby smiled. "Monsters, baby. Monsters."
Her eyes widened. "He's a hunter too? Waddabout uncle Sammy?" The look on her face was clear. She wanted to hunt.
Bobby sighed. "What did I get myself into this time?"