AN: And I'm back! Sorry for the wait but I had a couple Leverage stories that were beating my head to escape. I've had many people ask, so yes, I will be writing this series most likely until the show ends. So no worries on it ending anytime soon. Also, a little spoiler for ya'll, but I've had quite a few people request this so I'm doing it in this story. Gracie will be getting a love interest, I'm just not going to tell you when Anyways, here is the first chapter of the next installment of my Gracilynn series! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Supernatural characters or anything related to it. It all belongs to the CW, Kripke, and Carver. I do own Gracilynn however.

Gracilynn sits on the couch, curled up in a ball, staring at her hands. Her dad sits on the other end of the couch and her uncle in the chair beside him, the two of them staring off into space. They had been like this for the past few days, not saying anything, just going through the motions. Which means Gracilynn had a lot of time on her hands, and she did not like what her mind was doing with that time. She kept replaying the whole scene in her head, Bobby getting shot and ending up in the hospital and dying. Mostly Bobby getting shot, though. Gracilynn's jaw clenches and she forces the emotions back down. She glances up at her dad and he hasn't moved a muscle, still staring ahead of him. She shifts her gaze to her uncle, who's still staring at the floor in front of him. Sam looks up, feeling her eyes on him and meets her gaze. He tilts his head slightly, puppy-dog eyes in place and sympathy pouring off him. Gracilynn looks away, down to her hands once again. Sam shifts his gaze over to his brother, wanting to say something but doesn't, and then back to the spot on the floor in front of him. Dean looks over at Sam for a moment before turning to look at his daughter. He purses his lips and looks back at the spot on the wall across from him.

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Gracilynn takes another swig from the whiskey bottle in her hand, setting it back down on the hood of the Camaro where she's lying down on top of it. Gracilynn stares at the cabin in front of her, her mind wandering once again. She had been thinking about Bobby's death for the past week. And each time she has come to the same conclusion: she killed him.

Gracilynn raises the bottle of whiskey to her lips and takes another swig, the warm liquid flowing down her throat. She lets out a relaxed sigh and sets the bottle down again. Her gaze drifts to the window in the cabin where she sees her dad drinking from a glass, probably filled with his own whiskey, and looking at a clipboard with a pad of paper. He'd been looking at that clipboard all day, trying to figure out what the numbers meant Bobby had written on her uncle's hand. She shifts her gaze slightly and sees her uncle standing at the sink washing dishes. Gracilynn purses her lips and shifts her eyes to the bottle of whiskey in her hand. Forcing a swallow she takes another swig. Instead of setting it back down she looks at the bottle and sees it's halfway gone, the bottle swaying. Gracilynn closes her eyes for a moment before opening them back up and awkwardly putting the top back on.

Gracilynn climbs off the Camaro's hood, almost falling in her drunken state. She grabs the car and gains her balance, closing her eyes to the merry-go-round of a ride she feels she's on. She opens them back up and stumbles over to the trunk of the car, attempting to put the keys in the hole to open it up. The keys miss the hole a few times and Gracilynn gets annoyed, trying again but failing. Huffing in annoyance she stumbles to the door and opens it up, stuffing the bottle of whiskey under the back seat. Gracilynn shuts the door and slowly, crookedly, walks her way up to the door of the cabin.

Gracilynn opens the door and stumbles inside, seeing her dad still studying the clipboard in front of him. Sam is looking through a book in his hands, leaning up against the counter. He looks up when he hears Gracilynn stumble in. He narrows his eyes, taking in her state. Gracilynn ignores him and stumbles her way to the couch, hanging on to objects for balance.

"Are you…? Are you drunk?" Sam asks, watching her. Dean looks up from the clipboard over at Sam, thinking he's talking to him. Instead he sees Sam looking over behind him and Dean turns around to see his daughter all but fall onto the couch.

"Maybe…a lil'," Gracilynn slurs, lying down on her back and throwing an arm over her closed eyes. Dean narrows his own eyes.

"Where d'you get alcohol to get drunk?" he asks, watching her on the couch, the clipboard forgotten.

"Doesit m't'r," Gracilynn mumbles, still slurring her words.

"Gracilynn, where did you get the alcohol?" Dean demands, standing up and walking over to the couch. He stops when he notices she's asleep. Dean sighs and throws his hands up in the air and looking over at his brother. He raises his eyebrows. "So what? She's getting drunk now?"

Sam doesn't know what to say so he shrugs and purses his lips. Dean shakes his head and goes back to his seat on the couch. He glances once more at the couch before turning his attention back to his clipboard. Sam sighs, looking over at his niece for a moment before turning his own attention back to the address book in his hands.

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Gracilynn hears footsteps approaching her spot where she's sitting on a large rock behind the cabin. She doesn't have to look away from the woods before her to know it's her uncle. Sam stops next to her, noticing the almost empty bottle of Jack sitting on the ground next to his niece. He sighs and nudges her knee with his leg. Gracilynn looks up at him and sighs, grabbing the bottle and moving over to make room for Sam to sit next to her on the rock. Sam sits down and watches Gracilynn take another sip from the bottle. Sam purses his lips and grabs the bottle after Gracilynn sets it on the ground.

"Hey!" Gracilynn protests, reaching for the bottle. Sam pulls it away and raises his eyebrows at her. Gracilynn huffs and crosses her arms, sulking. Sam sets the bottle on his side furthest from Gracilynn and looks over at her.

"What's going on with you?" Sam asks, watching her reaction. Gracilynn shrugs her shoulders, not looking away from the tree in front of her. "Gracilynn. You drank a whole bottle of Jack in two days. I know Bobby's…Bobby passing away is hard but this isn't gonna help."

"'M fine," Gracilynn mumbles, shifting her gaze from the tree to an ant by her foot. Sam sighs and looks around before turning his attention back to her, studying her.

"Fine, don't talk about. But you're not gonna drink your pain away," Sam says, holding up the whiskey bottle. Gracilynn doesn't move, keeping her eyes on the ant. She hears movement and then footsteps walking away. She feels her eyes begin to moisten and wipes at them quickly. Taking a deep breath she slowly stands up, feeling the world shift. Getting her balance, she slowly walks to the front door and inside the cabin.

"Dean, you know, um... I wonder if…if we... I mean, should we be telling people? I mean, people he knew," Sam says to Dean as Gracilynn enters the cabin.

"How long ago did I give Frank these numbers? It's been a few weeks, right? What, is he nuts, or is he just being rude?" Dean asks Sam, ignoring his brothers' question.

"Probably both. Dean, I-I got to ask you a question," Sam says, pushing the issue. Gracilynn moves to the table with two duffle bags on it, pulling out a chair.

"Unless, of course, something happened to him. He can't get to the phone because a Leviathan ate his face," Dean says, shifting his gaze from the paper with the numbers on it in his hand to the bulletin board holding all of their research on Dick Roman. Gracilynn moves to sit down but the chair tips and she stumbles, almost falling.

"Yeah, also a possibility," Sam says, grabbing the chair and steadying Gracilynn in it. Gracilynn grabs the table and closes her eyes, jaw clenching at her uncle noticing.

"We should go check on him," Dean says, turning around and looking at Sam.

"Dean, do you want to call Bobby's people or not?" Sam asks his brother, looking pointedly at him.

"W-why is…why is that our job?" Dean stutters out, pain filling his eyes, not missing the way Sam holds Gracilynn's chair steady.

"Because who else is gonna do it?" Sam asks furrowing his eyebrows and taking a step forward, his hand leaving the chair.

"I'm not calling anybody. If you want to, you go right ahead," Dean says coldly, glaring at Sam.

"I don't want to call anybody. You kidding me?" Sam replies, shaking his head and stepping backwards. A phone begins ringing from one of the duffle bags and all three hunters look over at it.

"Well, I'm not getting it," Dean says, shaking his head and turning away. Sam clenches his jaw but moves to the table and sifts through one of the bags and pulls out a phone, answering it.

"Hello?" Sam asks into the phone.

"Is Bobby Singer there?" a voice belonging to a young girl on the other end says. Sam shares a look with Gracilynn and Dean walks over to the table, peering into the duffle bag.

"Uh, no. He's, uh... I-I-it's not, but I'm a friend of his," Sam says into the phone, watching as Dean pulls a flask out of the duffle bag. Dean takes the lid off the flask and sniffs it before putting the lid back on.

"My dad asked me to call Bobby Singer specifically," the young girl says over the phone.

"He's... not here, but, look, if you need s…" Sam begins but the girl hangs up the phone. Sam looks down at the blank screen, eyebrows raised. Dean and Gracilynn look up at him.

"Who was it?" Dean asks, glancing at his daughter and taking in the sight of her before looking back at Sam.

"Just some kid," Sam answers, shaking his head and putting the phone down.

"For Bobby? Girl scout cookies?" Dean asks, glancing down at the phone.

"I think maybe…" Sam begins and Dean grabs a full bottle of beer of the table in front of Gracilynn, "Maybe a-a hunter's kid? I mean, she sounded pretty scared. You know, I have a caller ID. Maybe we should go find her. We…we can check on her."

"What about Frank?" Dean asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, Dean, I think we should go find this girl first," Sam argues, stepping towards his brother as Dean walks away.

"I agree with Uncle Sam," Gracilynn pipes in, turning slowly in her seat.

"You have no say in the matter," Dean says looking and pointing at his daughter. Gracilynn scoffs. Dean walks back to the table Gracilynn's sitting at and sets his beer bottle down on the table in front of him and picks up the Jack Daniels bottle off the floor and raises it up. "Let me guess…the trunk of the Camaro?"

Gracilynn shoots a glare at her uncle who just purses his lips in return. Dean shakes his head and sets the bottle of Jack on the table next to his beer bottle. He points at his daughter, looking directly in her eyes.

"You're grounded," he says before turning to Sam. Gracilynn sputters, intent on arguing with her dad but her dad cuts her off. "Sam, Frank's been working on the numbers that Bobby spent his last breath on, and you want to back-burner that?"

Sam looks silently at his brother.

"Fine. You go check out girl scout. I'll find Frank," Dean says, seeing he's not going to convince his brother to stay.

"I want to go with Uncle…" Gracilynn begins but her dead sends her a death glare and she immediately stops talking.

"Fine. But you know what? On one condition…if Frank is just spinning his wheels, then you bail out on crazy and come meet me," Sam agrees, looking pointedly at his brother. Dean picks up his beer bottle and looks at it seeing it's empty. He sends his brother a look.

"And thanks for drinking my entire beer," Dean says. Sam holds up his hands in surrender.

"I didn't touch your beer. Mine's right there," Sam says, pointing over at his own beer across the table. Dean shifts his gaze to his daughter.

"Jack wasn't enough for you?" Dean asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Hey, I didn't drink it!" she says loudly, furrowing her eyebrows.

"You probably drank it without noticing," Sam offers before turning towards the duffle bags on the table.

"Right," Dean says, not really believing it. He glances at the beer bottle one more time before setting it back on the table.

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"So…I take it I'm going with you to Frank's?" Gracilynn asks her dad. Her uncle had left an hour ago and she had started sobering up some.

"Nope," Dean says tersely, finishing packing his bag. Gracilynn furrows her eyebrows and walks over to the table and leans against it.

"What am I doing then?" Gracilynn asks, watching her dad's hands move around.

"You're staying here. You can sober up and clean the cabin," Dean says, not taking his attention away from his packing. Gracilynn's eyes shoot up to her dad's face, studying it. His jaw is clenched and he refuses to look up at her.

"Seriously? Dad, I'm almost nineteen…"

"Exactly Gracilynn!" Dean shouts, throwing a rolled up shirt onto the table and looking up at his daughter. "Nineteen. Not twenty-one. You drank a whole bottle of whiskey in two days. Getting drunk isn't the answer."

"Ha-ha," Gracilynn chuckles sarcastically, narrowing her eyebrows at her dad. "That's ironic coming from you. You're always getting drunk to drown your problems."

"That's enough Gracilynn," Dean says coldly. He grabs his bag and throws it over his shoulder. "You're staying here. Sober up. Clean the Cabin."

Dean walks over to the door and opens it up, Gracilynn watching him. Dean stops in the doorway and pauses before glancing behind him and talking to Gracilynn over his shoulder.

"I'm leaving the Camaro…just in case," he says, then, walks out the door, shutting the door a little too hard. Gracilynn lets out a stuttering sigh, watching the closed doorway. She hears a car rumble to life and then drive away.

AN: Please review and let me know what ya'll think! Can't wait to get this story rolling