I forgot to do the disclaimer. So here it is now.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dean, Sam, or anything else belonging to Kripke or Supernatural. I do, however, own Gracilynn.

Okay, so things are starting to get into their own storyline somewhat. Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing! And thanks to those who have been following since Bring It On Home!

I thought my Uncle Sam drinking demon blood and going through detox and dad dealing with all of that was bad. This? This just might be worse. As if things weren't bad enough, we finds out Uncle Bobby will never walk again. On top of that, we find out dad is the Michael Sword. As if that wasn't bad enough, dad flat out told Uncle Sam he doesn't trust him anymore. I think that's the worst of it, dad not trusting Uncle Sam. Their whole relationship was built on trust. I mean, without that, there is no Dean and Sam. Just Dean and just Sam. Things were out of control before, but now?

Gracilynn looks up to the front seat of the Impala where her dad and uncle are sitting, each looking out their own windows, Dean the windshield, Sam the passenger window. Neither one of them had said a word since…well since Dean said he couldn't trust Sam anymore. Gracilynn sighs and looks back out her window. Dean hears this and looks in the rearview mirror at his daughter. He knows the tension between he and Sam is getting to her, but he just can't forgive and forget that easily. Sam trusted a demon over his own brother. Something like that takes some time to heal.

"All right, so walk me through this," Dean says to Sam as he sits at the table.

"Well, there's been thirty two deaths in the last ten years all within the Lake Superior area," Sam answers, "All of the victims were in some sort of community service like the police department, FBI, CIA, or were in military at some point."

"Did the cops find anything?" Gracilynn asks.

"Do they ever?" Dean asks. Sam rolls his eyes.

"I made an appointment with the coroner handling the recent cases," Sam says.

"Does the paper say when they were all attacked?" Gracilynn asks, climbing off the bed and going over to the table herself.

"Only that every attack happened at night," Sam says, "Papers aren't giving much in information."

"Then I guess we'll have to talk to the victims' families, witnesses, the coroner," Dean says.

"Were there even any witnesses?" Gracilynn asks.

"Two, but one committed suicide and the other one took off. No one knows where he went," Sam says.

"When's the appointment with the coroner?" Dean asks.

"Tomorrow at nine," Sam answers.

"Then I guess we'll start with the families then," Dean says. Sam nods his head in agreement, closing up his computer and gathering all of the information he found, putting it in a pile. Sam grabs a change of clothes and disappears into the bathroom. Dean quickly grabs the pile of information and hands it to his daughter.

"Do me a favor and check over this will ya," he says. Gracilynn takes it, looking at her dad curiously.

"Dad?"

"Just do it, all right," Dean says, getting up out of his chair and heading over to his own bag. Gracilynn looks at the pile of papers in her hands, her gaze shifting to the closed bathroom door and then over to her father.

"You've never doubted Uncle Sam's research before," Gracilynn says, calling her dad out.

"Like you said, that was before," Dean says, pulling out his handgun and checking it over to make sure it's clean, not once looking up at his daughter. Gracilynn bites her bottom lip but begins looking over the information anyways.

Dean pulls up to the two story house, parking the Impala and climbing out. Sam follows suit, both of them shutting their doors behind them. Gracilynn climbs out of the car herself, earning a look from her father. She puts her hands up in surrender.

"I'm not coming in, I promise. It's just eighty something degrees out here and I not sitting inside the car while you two go in and pull your little manipulating stunts," she says.

"We don't manipulate," Dean says defensively.

"Then what do you do?" Gracilynn asks, crossing her arms.

"We just don't tell the whole truth," Dean says. Sam smirks slightly.

"Yeah, that's called lying. And lying to get what you want is called manipulating," Gracilynn says, giving her father a smug look.

"Just stay by the car," Dean says, not sure if he's more annoyed or amused that his daughter got him.

"Scouts honor," Gracilynn says, saluting her father. Dean shakes his head and leads his brother up to the door of the house. Gracilynn smirks and climbs on the hood of the Impala and stretches out.

Ten minutes later Gracilynn looks up at the sound of the front door opening. She sees a young girl about her age shutting the door behind her and taking a seat on the steps, obviously distressed. Gracilynn decides to take advantage of the situation and climbs off the car and walks over to the girl, stopping in front of her.

"Hey," she says, "You okay?"

"Yeah," the girl says.

"You sure?" Gracilynn asks. The girl looks up at her and Gracilynn sees her eyes are red and her face is wet from the tears. "My name's Gracilynn."

"Tori," the girls says after a moment. She moves over a little and Gracilynn sits down next to her. "So do you normally talk to random people crying on their front steps?"

"No," Gracilynn says, smirking a little, "I was waiting for my dad."

"Where is he?" Tori asks, looking over at Gracilynn.

"Inside," Gracilynn says, shooting a thumb over her shoulder.

"Your dad's one of the agents talking to my mom?" Tori asks. Gracilynn nods her head. "He the tall one or the pretty one?"

"The pretty one," Gracilynn says after snorting in amusement.

"I thought we were done with this whole crap," Tori says, playing with her fingers.

"Your dad was the one who was murdered?" Gracilynn asks carefully.

"Yeah," Tori answer, sniffing.

"It's gotta suck not knowing what happened," Gracilynn says.

"That's the problem. I know what happened," Tori says. Gracilynn's head whips in her direction.

"What?"

"I was there," Tori says, "I wasn't supposed to be, but I was."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Gracilynn asks.

"Because no one will believe me. They'll think I'm crazy," Tori answers.

"Tori what happened," Gracilynn says. Tori shakes her head, not willing to tell her. Gracilynn takes a deep breath and tries her best to channel her uncle. "Tori."

Tori looks over at Gracilynn and Gracilynn gives her the complete puppy dog eyes. Tori studies her for a second but then decides that she can trust her and caves in. She takes a deep breath and begins telling Gracilynn what happened.

"My mom was at work. She was catering a party. My dad was home. I was supposed to be at a friends' house but I had forgotten my bag. When I got home, all the lights were off. I assumed my dad went to bed early so I made sure I was quiet when I came inside. I heard banging around upstairs so I went up there to see what was going on. When I walked into the hallway I saw my dad bang into the wall opposite of his bedroom. Next thing I know, he's jerking as if he's being struck by something. He slid down the wall and didn't move. I ran over to him and saw he was bleeding from multiple wounds on his chest and stomach. They looked like arrow holes," Tori says.

"What do you mean looked like?" Gracilynn asks.

"There was nothing there," Tori says desperately. "Nothing that would make the holes. It was like they were invisible or something. I heard something behind me and when I turned around there was…"

"There was what?" Gracilynn gently prods when Tori doesn't continue.

"This…" Tori begins, trying to find the words. "It looked like a skeleton."

"A skeleton?" Gracilynn asks, confused.

"Yeah," Tori answers. "A walking skeleton. It had this really thin skin. You could see right through it. And it's eyes were glowing red where the sockets were in the skull."

"Okay," Gracilynn says slowly.

"You think I'm crazy don't you? That I'm suffering from PTSD or something?" Tori asks, deflated.

"No," Gracilynn assures her. "I believe you. Don't worry, we'll find this thing. We'll kill it."

"I can't stop seeing him in my head," Tori says, fresh tears running down her cheeks. Gracilynn rests a hand on Tori's shoulder.

"I know how you feel," she says. Tori looks at her disbelievingly. Gracilynn continues, swallowing her emotions. "I saw my mom get murdered last year."

"You did?" Tori asks.

"Yeah, and my dad ga…got the guy that killed her," Gracilynn says. "Just like he'll get this one."

"It wasn't human," Tori says. "The thing that killed my dad."

"Neither was the thing that killed my mom," Gracilynn says, "We'll gank this thing. Trust me."

"Aren't you afraid your dad'll get hurt…or killed?" Tori asks.

"Every day," Gracilynn says. Suddenly the door behind them opens up and Dean and Sam walk out, seeing Gracilynn sitting on the steps with Tori.

"I thought I told you to stay by the car," Dean says.

"We were just talking," Gracilynn says, getting up, brushing her pants off.

"All right, let's go then," Dean says, heading towards the car, Sam following him. Gracilynn pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down on it.

"Here. It's my number in case you remember anything else or need to get a hold of me," Gracilynn says, handing it to Tori.

"Thanks," Tori says, accepting the piece of paper. Gracilynn gives her an encouraging smile and heads over to where her father and uncle are waiting.

Let me know what ya'll think!

Coming Soon: The hunt continues! And Gracilynn gets to do something she never thought she'd be able to do anytime let alone at only 15. ;)