John Winchester pulled his black 1967 Chevy Impala up to the abandoned warehouse. He found Robert Evans' blue Pontiac and came in along the passenger side. As he got out, he peered through the window of the Pontiac and saw Robert's teenage daughter, Alexandra. She sat with her feet planted on the edge of the seat, her knees pulled into her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Her long, brown hair, coupled with the darkness, hid her face from him.

Robert got out of his car and motioned for John to follow him. They walked away a bit so that Alexandra couldn't hear.

"I need your help, John."

"Well, it certainly didn't sound like a social call." John took in Robert's worn features. He seemed pale in the dark, and he kept cringing as if something were bothering him. "You look like hell, Rob."

"You would too in my condition."

"You're sick?"

Robert hesitated, and stared back toward his car before answering. "I got turned. Vampire."

"Damnit, Rob."

"I need you to kill me, John... but I have a huge favor to ask."

"What's that?"

"Lexi... I need you to take care of my daughter." John started to protest, but Robert interrupted him. "I know you have two boys to take care of already, but she doesn't have anybody. She's sixteen. She doesn't need constant supervision. She knows the life... and she knows you, John. At least she knows you. I trust you to protect her like you would your own boys."

John looked back toward the Pontiac and saw the shadow in the passenger seat. "Does she know what I'm doing here?"

"Yes."

"And do you really think she'll wanna hit the road with the man who beheaded her father?"

"I've already been over it with her. She knows it has to be done. She's upset, of course. She cried all the way here."

"I'll take her," John said. "With me and Dean, she'll have two sets of eyes on her."

"Thanks." They both stared silently at the car for a moment before Robert sighed. "Why don't you come talk to her before we do this?"

"Good idea."

Robert opened the passenger side door, but Alexandra didn't move. He bent down next to the car, trying to see her face.

"Lexi, sweetheart, get out and say hi to John." She wouldn't acknowledge him, and he suddenly grew angry. "Get out of the damn car," he growled.

Lexi jumped and a tear slipped from her eye as she stared at her father.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, shaking his head. His throat grew tight as he choked back tears of his own. "This is why we have to do this."

Robert took his daughter's hand and helped her out of the car. She stood in front of John, staring at the ground. She was wearing a faded pair of jeans with an oversized Texas Longhorns sweatshirt. She tugged at the sleeves that covered her hands completely.

"Hey, Lexi."

"Hi, Mr. Winchester."

"Sweetheart," Robert said, "why don't we get your stuff and put it in John's car, okay?"

"Daddy-"

"Please, baby... Don't argue."

Lexi's chin quivered as she tried to hold back her tears, but she did what her father asked. She always did. John opened his trunk and Lexi put her things inside. Robert put his arm around her shoulder and she turned into him. She clung to his shirt and buried her face in his chest, no longer able to hold back the tears. Her father kissed the top of her head, crying openly in front of John.

"I love you, daddy."

"I love you, too, baby. I'm so sorry any of this happened."

John stood back, silently watching. He knew this was hard for Robert, and the hard part for Lexi was just beginning. After a few minutes, John walked over and put a hand on Robert's shoulder. Robert nodded and pulled Lexi from him.

"Okay," he said. "You're gonna go with John, and I want you to listen to him just like you would listen to me. Don't hold any of this against him, okay?"

"I won't."

"Always remember that I love you."

"I will."

He walked her to the passenger side of the Impala and gave her one final hug. "Get in," he whispered. Once she was in the car, he looked to John. "Let's do this."

The two men got into the Pontiac and drove to the side of the building, where Lexi wouldn't see. Robert pulled a machete from the back seat and handed it to John.

"Make it count, man... and take care of my little girl."

"You got it."

Robert closed his eyes and John took off his head with one strong swing. He put Robert's body, and the machete, back into the Pontiac and set it on fire. Not exactly the hunter's funeral he should have gotten, but John didn't have the time or materials to do it right.

He walked back to the Impala. When he climbed behind the wheel, Lexi turned her attention to the darkness outside her window. John could hear the sobs coming from her, but he didn't try to comfort her. He knew he wouldn't be able to.

"It's a two hour drive back to the motel where I left the boys. Do you want to lie down in the back?"

Lexi didn't answer, and John didn't push. He backed out of the parking area and headed for the highway.

When they arrived at the motel, John opened the trunk and she grabbed the bag she would need for the night. She followed him into the room, but kept her eyes down.

"You can get cleaned up and get to bed. I know you're probably exhausted," John said.

She silently made her way to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Sam was already asleep in one of the queen size beds. The only light in the room was from a small lamp in the opposite corner, and the television. Dean was stretched out on top of the other bed with the remote.

"Who was that?" Dean asked.

"Lexi. Her dad was a hunter I knew pretty well."

"Was?"

"He got turned by a vampire... he asked me take care of it."

Dean nodded. He knew that couldn't have been easy for his dad. "That's where you went tonight?"

"Yeah." John sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand across his face. "Lexi's gonna travel with us now."

"Seriously?"

"I promised her father I'd take care of her."

Dean rolled his eyes. John wasn't looking, of course. He wouldn't have done it if John had been looking. "It's gonna be a little tight in the car, won't it? Not to mention the motel rooms."

"We'll make it work." John stood and pointed to the other bed where his youngest son slept. "You bunk with Sam. I'll grab my sleeping bag from the trunk so Lexi can have the bed."

Dean moved to the bed with Sam just before Lexi emerged from the bathroom. She was in a pair of grey sweat pants and a tank top. Dean watched as she crossed the room and John told her to take the bed. She sat cross-legged on top of the covers and brushed her hair. As John turned to head outside, he saw Dean's eyes lingering over Lexi's body.

"Dean," John said forcefully, causing the young man to jump. "Help me outside."

Once they were by the Impala, John grabbed Dean's shoulder. "If I catch you looking at her that way again, you're in trouble, you hear me?"

"What way?"

"She's sixteen years old, Dean. The same age as Sam. Not to mention under age for you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

John opened the trunk and threw his duffel to Dean. He tossed his sleeping bag over his shoulder and they went back inside. Lexi had pulled her Longhorns sweatshirt back on and was pulling back the covers on the bed. She made eye contact with John for a moment before turning away and climbing into bed with her back to them. Dean did the same as John unrolled his sleeping bag, and they were all soon asleep.