AN: Okay, so this chapter is the life changing chapter. Hope ya'll like it!
"Find anything?" Dean asks as he shuts the motel room door behind him, setting the take-out food on the table next to his brother. Sam momentarily looks up from his laptop, making a face at the chili cheese fries Dean has taken out and has started devouring.
"Yeah, actually I have," Sam answers, grabbing a chicken salad from the bag, "Harold Dunningham."
"Harold?" Dean asks with his mouth full.
"Dean," Sam warns.
"I'm listening. Keep going," Dean says, putting another handful of fries in his mouth.
"Harold Dunningham had a daughter, Elizabeth. Twenty years old. She was going out with some guy and ended up pregnant. Daddy wasn't very happy and told her she had to have an abortion. Elizabeth and her boyfriend…"Sam picks up his pad and flips to a certain page, "Jack refused to do so. They ended up killing her father so they could have the baby."
"Does it say where daddy dearest is buried?" Dean asks. Sam lifts up a piece of paper and Dean smiles.
"Good job Sammy," Dean says, taking a bite out of his burger, "We'll dig him up as soon as it gets dark out."
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Gracilynn slams the door behind her and drops her coat on the chair. She grabs a cookie from the counter and takes a bite, roaming the house looking for her mother.
"Mom! I'm home! Where are you!?" Not being able to find her anywhere in the house, Gracilynn takes her search outside, only to have the same result. Re-entering the house, Gracilynn comes to the conclusion that her mom must have got called into work. She pulls out her phone and dials the number of the restaurant.
"Hello, Grendall's. How can I help you?"
"Hey, Laina, it's Gracilynn. Can I talk to my mom?"
"Um…your mom's not here hun," Laina says.
"Oh, she's not?" Gracilynn asks.
"Everything all right sweetheart?"
"Um…yeah. I just got home and couldn't find my mom so I had just assumed she was at work," Gracilynn explains.
"No, she not here. Sorry sweety," Laina says.
"Okay, thanks. Bye," Gracilynn says, hanging up the phone. She decides to call her mom's cell phone to figure out where she is. Just as the line begins to ring, the front door opens and her mom walks in carrying a bag of groceries.
"Hey Baby," Kayla says, setting the bag on the counter.
"Hey mom. I was wondering where you were," Gracilynn says, looking through the bag.
"Tell you what, you put the groceries away and I'll go take a shower before I make our special desert," Kayla says.
"Sounds great," Gracilynn says beginning to unload the bag as her mom walks up the stairs.
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"Something's wrong," Dean says, "Digging this bastard up is going way too easy."
"I know. Maybe it's just an easy salt n' burn," Sam offered.
"When have we ever had an easy salt n' burn?" Dean asks.
"You got a point. What do you think?" Sam asks, still digging the hole.
"I think he's preoccupied. Which isn't good, because if he's preoccupied, it means he's got another victim," Dean says, scooping another shovel of dirt.
"We should hurry then," Sam says, moving at a quicker pace, one Dean matches with ease. Suddenly, Dean's shovel strikes something wood. The brothers look at each other and then begin clearing off the coffin, breaking it open and lifting the lid. They gag on the smell of the semi-freshly rotting corpse. They jump out of the hole and Dean pours the lighter fluid while Sam pours the salt. Dean grabs a match and strikes it, holding it for just a moment before he drops it into the hole. The brothers cough on the smell as the body catches aflame, covering their mouths with their arms.
"You still feel like something's wrong?" Sam asks.
"Yeah," Dean replies, hearing his phone begin to ring. He takes it out of his pocket and sees that its Gracilynn calling. He had given her both his and Sam's numbers in case she needed to get a hold of him. He looks up at Sam. Sam catches his look and sees the worry evident in his brothers' eyes. Dean opens his phone and puts it to his ear.
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Gracilynn puts the last of the groceries away when she hears a blood curdling scream come from her mothers' room. Her head snaps to the stairs, quickly taking off to her mother's room. She gets to the door only to find it locked. The problem is her mom's door doesn't have a lock.
"Mom!" she yells, banging on the door. She hears her mom scream in pain again.
"Mom!" Gracilynn begins ramming her body in to the door, only effectively bruising her shoulder. The more she hears her mom scream the more panicked she gets. She begins kicking and banging the door in desperation. Ten minutes later, she stops, noticing the screams have also stopped. Gracilynn tries the door and finds that it opens easily. She holds her breath and bites her lip, not really wanting to see what waits for her on the other side of the door, but needing to see if her mother is okay. She pushes the door open and slowly makes her way into the bedroom. She sees her mother lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. She is so cut up, if Gracilynn didn't know any better, she would think it might not be her mother. Gracilynn walks over and kneels down next to her mom wanting to touch her, but can't. She feels her eyes welling up, but forces the tears back. She slides herself back against the wall and brings her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She sits staring at her mothers' broken and beaten dead body. She blinks and forces herself to take her phone out. She looks through her contacts and stops on the one that says Dean. She takes a deep breath and presses send, putting it to her ear as she stares at the sight before her.
"Gracie, you okay?" Dean asks into the phone, trying to quell his rising panic.
"I…" Gracilynn starts but stops as the knot in her throat tightens at hearing her fathers' voice. Damn, how does he do that. I've only known him a few days. She clears her throat and tries again.
"She's dead. He got her," she says, her voice cracking.
"What?" Dean asks, afraid of the clarification but deep down already knowing the truth.
"Mom. The son of a bitch got her. She…she's…" Gracilynn explains, having to stop before she loses it.
"You at home?" Dean asks, already climbing into the Impala, Sam sitting next to him.
"Yeah," Gracilynn whispers.
"Okay, stay where you are. I'll be right there. All right?" Dean says, but doesn't hear anything on the other end of the line, "Gracie?"
"Yeah, okay," Gracilynn answers. They hang up and Dean presses hard on the gas.
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By the time Dean and Sam get to the house, the cops are already there. Dean parks the car and quickly jumps out, running up to the barrier, trying to get through. Sam quickly follows him, catching up in time to see a cop stopping his brother and telling him he can't go past the barrier.
"The girl in there is my daughter," Dean says, somewhat frantically. The officer looks at him, debating whether or not he's telling the truth.
"Please," Dean practically begs as another officer comes up to them.
"Sir is there a problem?" the officer says.
"The girl that was in the house is my daughter," Dean says again, starting to get annoyed with the delay.
"Thank God," the officer says, "She keeps saying she won't move till her dad gets here. Please follow me sir."
Dean bursts through the opening the first officer made, Sam right behind him. The officer leads the brothers into the house where Sam explains that he is Dean's brother. While Sam talks to a third officer about what happened, the other officer leads Dean up the stairs to the bedroom. He opens the door and steps aside to allow Dean through. The first thing Dean sees is Kayla lying on the floor, torn apart, blood everywhere. He looks around and finds Gracilynn sitting up against the wall, knees pulled up and head in her arms. Dean puts his hand up to stop the officer from following him. Dean walks over to his daughter and kneels down in front of her.
"Gracilynn," Dean calls to her, but gets no response. "Gracilynn."
Dean still doesn't get a response and looks around at the busy room. His eyes land on Kayla's body again and he fights to take his eyes off her. He looks back at Gracilynn, silently pleading her to look up at him.
"Gracie," Dean calls again. This time Gracilynn looks up at him, eyes watery but Dean sees she is fighting hard not to cry. Dean rests a hand on her arm, silently giving her comfort. Gracilynn looks at her father, desperately wanting him to fix everything.
"Come on Gracie. Let's go," Dean says quietly. Gracilynn looks at him, but steels herself, rising to her feet with her fathers' help. Dean looks over at the officer and nods his head, letting him know that he has her.
"You need to talk to her?" Dean asks the officer.
"No, we already got her statement. You can take her," the officer replies. Dean nods his head and begins to head to the door, knowing Gracilynn will follow him. He feels a slight tug on his jacket and he looks down, seeing Gracilynn's hand hanging on to it.
"Should I…?" Gracilynn asks. Dean looks up at her. "Should I grab some of my stuff?"
Dean looks at her, knowing the real question. Am I going with you? Dean watches her for a second, then turns around and finds the officer who brought him in the house.
"Officer?" Dean asks. The officer looks up at him. "Can she grab some of her clothes and things from her room?"
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