So, because chapter 1 was so short, I'm posting two chapters to start the sequel. Thanks for reading! Hope you all like it!
Bobby is sitting at the table looking through a book while Dean and Gracilynn are both sprawled out on a bed cleaning a gun and loading it and looking through a paper respectively. The motel room door busts open and Sam walks in, shutting the door behind him. He pulls something out of his shirt and tosses it at Dean, who catches it. He looks it over, trying to figure out what it is.
"Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter," Sam explains.
"Where'd you get it?" Dean asks. Gracilynn sits up and leans over her fathers' shoulder checking out the bag herself. She looks up at her uncle when he begins to answer. Bobby sets his book down and listens carefully.
"I made it."
"How?" Dean asks, looking at the bag still. Sam hesitates and Dean looks up at him.
"I...I learned it from Ruby," Sam answers, not sure how Dean will react. Dean puts the gun down, hands Gracilynn the hex bag, and walks over to Sam.
"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" he asks. Gracilynn takes a closer look at the hex bag, making sure to listen to her father and uncles' conversation.
"I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up," Sam answers.
"Supernatural methadone," Dean says. Gracilynn sets the bag down and looks over at her older counterparts.
"Yeah, I guess," Sam says, then pausing. "Dean…"
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything," Dean says, turning away.
"Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? "I'm sorry"? "I screwed up"? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right…" Sam says.
"So why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean asks loudly. Gracilynn stops herself from flinching at the raw hurt in her fathers' voice. Sam sighs and Dean turns back to face him.
"Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it," Dean says. Sam nods in agreement. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?"
"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is," Sam answers.
"All right. So we just got to find...the devil," Dean says.
"Yeah, that'll be a piece of cake," Bobby says.
"All I'm saying is she was friggin' creepy," Gracilynn says to her dad and uncle.
"No disagreement here," Dean says.
"It wasn't you she was touching," Sam says.
"More like groping," Gracilynn corrects him. "It was kinda disturbing. Definitely won't be naming any of my kids Becky."
There is a knock on the door and Dean walks over. Both he and Sam pull out their guns, Sam pushing Gracilynn behind him who just rolls her eyes at the action. Dean shares a look at Sam and slowly opens the door. He peers out then opens the door all the way, revealing Bobby standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Bobby," Dean says, "You weren't followed were you?"
"You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?" he asks. Sam laughs along with Gracilynn.
"You heard?" Sam asks.
"I heard Romeo," Bobby says, looking directly at Gracilynn. "So…Sword of Michael huh?"
"You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" Dean asks.
"You better friggin' hope so," Bobby says, opening a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. Gracilynn walks over and squeezes in between the men to get a better look at it.
"That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got," Bobby explains.
"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett," Dean says.
"Hey, she was kinda creepy in Lord of the Rings," Gracilynn points out.
"Seriously?" Dean asks her, "You watched it?"
"Yeah, so?" Gracilynn counters.
"It's like the poster movie for all geeks," Dean says.
"Dude, it a story about good being the underdog, overcoming all odds and ganking evil," Gracilynn argues. Dean looks at her, bewildered, then looks up at his brother.
"Stop turning my daughter into a geek will ya?" Dean says to his brother. Bobby and Gracilynn roll their eyes.
"Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword," Bobby says, steering the conversation back on topic and pointing to the sword in the picture. "So if we can find it..."
"We can kick the devil's ass all over again. All right. So, where do we start?" Sam asks.
"Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense," Bobby answers. Sam gets up and heads over to a pile of books Bobby brought. Instead of reaching for them, he just stares at them.
"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asks. Sam turns around and faces Bobby.
"No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry."
"Sam…" Bobby starts.
"Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal," Sam continues.
"Sam, stop it," Bobby says.
"I killed her and I set Lucifer free," Sam says.
"You what?" Bobby asks, confused at the confession.
"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on," Sam explains. Bobby gets up and walks towards him. Dean and Gracilynn say nothing, just watch.
"You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant," Bobby scolds.
"I'm sorry," Sam says.
"Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?" Bobby continues to scold. Sam just nods.
"There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there," Sam says, grabbing his things.
"Yeah. You do that," Bobby says. Sam walks out the door. Gracilynn looks at Bobby as if she is surprised at what he has just said.
Gracilynn sits on the back steps of the motel. She needed to get out of the room, the tension was making her claustrophobic. She needed to think about everything; sort through it and get her head on straight. She hears footsteps, a lot of them, and she looks up to see a group of people walking towards where she is sitting. There is a woman and a couple men with her. She watches as they walk by her, the woman smiling at her as she does so. Gracilynn feels a knot form in the pit of her stomach at seeing it. She watches them until they disappear around the corner. She is startled from her reverie by her phone ringing. She takes it out of her pocket and answers it.
"Hello?"
"Gracilynn? Sweetheart, are you okay?"
"Grandma?" Gracilynn asks, confused.
"Yeah, it me hun. I saw the news. Please tell me you weren't involved in any of that," she asks.
"Um…no, not really," Gracilynn answers hesitantly.
"Was your father and uncle?"
"Grandma, I'm fine. We're fine," Gracilynn says, skirting the question.
"Maybe you should come stay with us for a little while," her grandma says.
"I can't do that," Gracilynn replies.
"Why? Because of your grandfather?"
"No," Gracilynn says, "Well, maybe a little. But that's not the main reason."
"Then what is?"
"I can't leave dad. He needs me right now. More than ever," Gracilynn says. "I won't leave him when he needs my help. He wouldn't do that to me."
"Just tell me you'll think about it?"
"My mind's not gonna change Grandma," Gracilynn says.
"Just promise me you'll think about it," she urges.
"Fine, I'll think about it," Gracilynn says as she hears a crash from behind her. Gracilynn whips her head around in that direction. "Listen Grandma I've gotta go."
Gracilynn hangs up the phone before her grandma answers and puts it in her pocket. She hurries over to where the sound came from only to find the door to their motel room busted open. Gracilynn grabs her knife from her boot and sneaks into the room. The room is trashed, the two men she saw earlier lying motionless on the floor. The girl she saw is lying next to her father who is bent over a bleeding Bobby.
"Bobby!" Gracilynn yells, earning her fathers' attention. "Dad?"
"Call Sam!" Dean yells. Gracilynn nods her head and grabs her phone hitting the speed dial number for her uncle.
"Uncle Sam? You need to come back here. Uncle Bobby's hurt. Really bad," she says into the phone. She nods her head and then disconnects the phone call, pocketing her phone and running over to her dad and Bobby.
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Coming Soon: A new hunt!