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Gracilynn slowly wakes up to a pounding headache and…was she lying on the ground? Yes, she was definitely lying on the ground; she could feel the leaves and sticks and rocks banging in to her back. Banging? Wait, was the ground moving? Gracilynn slowly opens her eyes and sees the woods slowly go by her. She hears leaves crunching in front of her and she looks to see a human shaped creature hanging on to her legs and dragging her through the woods. She hits a particularly nasty rock jutting out of the dirt and winces, not quite suppressing a groan. She closes her eyes and tries to fight back the band playing in her head. Sounds like Metallica. Prolly is Metallica. Wish it was AC/DC. Wait, what's going on? Oh, right. Evil bitch is dragging me across the forest. Gracilynn steers her unfocused thoughts back to the problem at hand and opens her eyes again. The creature, whatever it is, hasn't looked back at her yet; just keeps walking. Gracilynn hears music playing. Great, now there really is a band playing in my head. The music continues and Gracilynn realizes it's her phone. By the time she realizes she should answer it, it's stopped ringing. Shit. I think I hit my head harder than I thought. The music begins playing again but before she can grab her phone, the human-like creature stops and drops her feet. Gracilynn suppresses another groan as her feet slam in to the ground. She watches as the creature walks a little ways away seeming to look for something.

Come on Gracie. Get your ass outta here. Gracilynn hears a voice in her head that sounds way too much like her dad. Gracilynn glances at the creature one more time and, seeing it busy, rolls to her stomach and jumps to her feet. The world around her begins to spin and she reaches out, grabbing a tree, to steady herself. Crap. Gracilynn closes her eyes and steadies herself before opening them back up again. She looks over and sees the creature enter a creek, the water splashing around it. She takes a deep breath and making sure the thing that took her is sidetracked, makes a run the way she came. Well, as much of a run as someone can do with a concussion and bruised and cut up back.

Gracilynn finds herself grabbing a hold of trees to keep her upright as she runs towards, hopefully, the town. She keeps an ear out for the thing to realize she's gone and begin following her. Think Smalls. Call your dad. Get help. Gracilynn hears a second voice inside her head; this one sounding too much like her uncle. God, I really need to see a shrink about this. Gracilynn grabs a hold of a tree and stops, listening for any noise. When she doesn't hear anything, she pulls out her phone and hits the worn number for her fathers' speed dial. Please pick up.

"We should look around. See if we can find a trail," Dean says.

"Dean," Sam says, stopping himself.

"What Sam?" Dean asks irritated.

"Should we really go into this think blind?" Sam asks.

"I'm not gonna leave her out there by herself Sam," Dean says angrily. Sam raises his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I don't like this any more than you do," Sam says, forcing himself to stay calm for his brothers' benefit, "But, we can't help Gracilynn out if we find her and get caught, or hurt. Or even worse. The least we can do if figure out what might've taken her. Be a little more prepared."

"And what if she doesn't have that kind of time Sam?" Dean asks, "Then what? We get there too late?"

Sam sighs, knowing Dean has a point, but also knowing he himself has a point as well. Let's face it, either way they go about this, they're screwed. Sam looks over at his brother and is about to say something when Dean's phone begins to ring. Dean takes it out of his pocket and answers it without looking at the caller ID.

"What?" Dean asks testily.

"D'd?"

"Gracie?" Dean asks, looking at Sam, relieved to hear her voice.

"D'd, s'methin got me," Gracilynn says quickly, "'M in the woods n'r the playground in t'wn."

"Yeah, we know. Sam and I are here. You know what took you?" Dean asks, looking around him.

"Cr'ture of s'me sort. Looks human, but…" Gracilynn says.

"But what?" Dean asks, noticing the broken speech.

"D'n know, not human though," Gracilynn says.

"How did it get you?"

"Was walkin back to the mot'l. H'rd a laugh comin fr'm n'r the pl'yground. Thought a kid got left or s'methin. Went to check it out. H'rd this lil girl singin. Went in the woods to find h'r. N'xt thin I know somethin hits me fr'm beh'nd," Gracilynn replies. Dean hears crunching over the phone.

"You get away from it? Where are you?"

"Yeah, I… I d'n know. In the w'ds s'mewh're. Ended up n'r a cr'k. Thing went in n' I took off runnin," Gracilynn answers. There's a thump from the other end of the phone and Dean's eyebrows furrow.

"You alright?" Dean asks, then remembering she said she got hit from behind, "That thing hit you?"

"Yeah, 'm f'ne d'd," Gracilynn says, resting on a tree to stop the trees from spinning around her. God, her head hurt so bad.

"You don't sound fine," Dean says, "You sentences have been broken the whole time we've been talking."

"D'd 'm f'ne. I…" Gracilynn starts but there's a gasp, a thump, and the line goes silent.

"Gracie?" Dean shouts in to the phone, beginning to panic again, "Gracie?!"

Water. She hears water lapping at the ground around her. And… Gracilynn shivers. She's in the water. And it's freezing. Gracilynn slowly opens her eyes, thankful where ever she is, the sun is shining in her eyes because if she thought her head hurt before, it was killer now. Why was that again? Oh, yeah. The creepy bitch hit her again. She had thought she was safe but the creature must've realized she was gone and found her when she was on the phone with her dad. She had heard a noise behind her and when she turned around, it was right there in her face. She had let out a surprised gasp and then the thing had hit her in the head once again. That was all that she remembered. God, dad is gonna be pissed. Water splashes on her neck. Oh, yeah. Right. In danger here. Prolly should figure out where I am. Gracilynn looks around her and sees she in some sort of dirt cave. There is a hole in front of her where the creek is flowing by. I must be in one of those holes in the creek bed. Whatever those are called. Uncle Sammy would know. I wonder if they ever have a name… Focus Gracie her dad's voice says. Right, escape. I need to escape. Gracilynn lifts her hand to guide herself to the opening but is halted by chains on her wrist. Yeah, because she was just gonna leave you in an open hole with nothing tying you down. She stupid but not that stupid Gracilynn Gracilynn hears her own voice in her head say. There is a loud anguished scream from overhead that makes Gracilynn jump then cower, holding her pounding head.

"What the…" Gracilynn says, looking around. She doesn't see anything, but the screams don't stop. If anything, they intensify and Gracilynn can't help the shudder that flows through her body from the pure pain and fear saturating the screams. Hurry dad.

"So Bobby thinks this thing is an Asin," Sam says, hanging up his phone and putting it in his pocket.

"I could've told you that," Dean says matter-of-factly, "The stupid ass took my daughter."

"Not an ass Dean, and Asin," Sam says, rolling his eyes.

"So, how do we kill the bitch?" Dean asks, opening the trunk and secret compartment.

"Well, the thing is a lot like a Wendigo, so fire should do the trick. It's a female cannibal that lives in the woods. It's Native American lore. The difference is, it only goes after kids and it lures them into the woods by singing. Bobby also said these things usually laugh when they find they're next victim," Sam says.

"Well, thank you Encyclopedia Brown," Dean says, "All you had to say was we had to torch the sucker."

"Like I said Dean, we shouldn't go into this blind," Sam says, ignoring the jab.

"It goes after children Sam. Last I checked we weren't children," Dean says, grabbing the flame throwers and handing one to Sam.

"Yeah it does, but it'll go after adults too if they're around and it's hungry. Besides, we're trying to kill it, pretty sure it'll come after us," Sam says, grabbing the map and following his brother into the woods.

"You said the creek was about two miles East of here?" Dean asks, starting to head East without waiting for his brothers answer.

"Yeah," Sam says, sticking the map into his jacket pocket and taking off after his brother. "Dean."

"What?" Dean says, without turning to look at his brother.

"Bobby said this thing also doesn't usually save his victims," Sam says.

"Which is why we need to hurry," Dean says.

"As much as I hate to think about it, it's been an almost three hours Dean since she's disappeared," Sam says hesitantly, because he was telling the truth. He didn't want to think about it; if anything happened to Gracilynn he didn't know what he would do. Dean stops and turns to look at his brother this time.

"She's not dead Sam," Dean says, looking him square in the face, "She can't be. I won't let it happen. No way in hell is that thing gonna take a bite outta her. We're gonna get there is time."

With that, Dean turns around and begins walking again. Sam takes a deep breath and, feeding off his brother's positive proclamation begins following after him again. I hope so Dean. I really hope so.

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