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"Dean, back door," Sam whispers as the three hunters sneak through the back yard.
"Sam. Light's on in the shed. Gracie, your spidey senses tingling yet?" Dean says as they enter said shed.
"Sh," Sam says, having heard something.
"Sam?" Brenna asks from behind a box.
"Brenna? Hey," Sam says, walking closer to her.
"What you did to Roy...Is it true?" Brenna asks, not wanting to believe it. Roy suddenly attacks Dean and throws Gracilynn across the room into the opposite wall. Then, he attacks Sam and grabs him by the throat.
"Answer the question, Sam," Roy says.
Roy has trapped Dean, Sam, and Gracilynn in webbing. Dean looks over at his daughter, seeing she's on the verge of a panic attack.
"You all right?" Dean whispers.
"Do I look all right?" Gracilynn whispers back harshly.
"Just take a few deep breaths," Dean says calmly.
"I can feel them crawling on me," Gracilynn bites out.
"There aren't any spiders, just the web," Dean says.
"I know that," Gracilynn snaps. "I know it's all in my head. But it doesn't stop me from thinking they're there."
"You got to admit I look good, Sam. Well, except for your little souvenir," Roy says, bringing Dean and Gracilynn attention to him. Roy points to the scar on his forehead.
"You win. I'm here. Let Brenna go. This has nothing to do with her," Sam says.
"You come back around, start hanging out with my wife, and you think this has nothing to do with her? But then...you thought I was out of the way, right? I got to say, you get a hell of a lot wrong, Sam, like that thing you threw me to. You thought it was here to feed," Roy says.
"She was here to breed," Sam corrects.
"Yeah. That thing was playing the mating game, and I guess I fit her profile...Me and all those other poor bastards. She bit us to turn us into what she was. By the time you pulled that trigger, I wasn't human. Not anymore. So bullets didn't hurt me much. Oh, and neither did fire. So after you left, well, we ran. Me…I hid for months, nearly starved. But you know what kept me going? Every night, I dreamed about ripping your throat out. I thought I was sending you a neon sign. The text? Taking all those girls you screwed? I was kicking so much sand in your eye, I couldn't figure out why you weren't getting it! Then Bren tells me you've got brain damage. It's just too good," Roy explains. Dean is able to grasp a shard of glass and begins cutting at the webbing.
"Where are they, Roy...the women?" Sam asks.
"Scattered...In the wind. They're like me now. You killed one monster, you made so many more. Congratulations. The only question is, do I kill you...Or turn you?" Roy says. Dean cuts himself free of the webbing and attacks Roy.
"Ugh!" Dean shouts as Roy throws him and then picks him up by the throat.
"No! Roy, stop!" Brenna shouts. She picks up the knife on the floor and cuts Sam loose. Sam takes the knife from her and quickly cuts Roy's head off. Dean drops to the floor, panting for air. He looks up at his brother, sharing a look as they both breathe out a sigh of relief.
"Hello! Having a panic attack over here!" Gracilynn voice shouts at them. Dean and Sam share a look, each of them smirking.
Gracilynn smacks at her face and jolts around. Dean looks over with a smirk as she angrily shoves a stray hair out of her face. Gracilynn looks over at him and shoots him a bitch face.
"What?" she asks.
"You gonna be spazzing out all day?" Dean asks, looking up from the gun he's cleaning.
"Spiders dad. Spiders," Gracilynn says.
"Just sayin'. It'd be nice to know whether I should be expecting you to crawl in my bed or something," Dean says, earning him another scowl.
"I'm not scared," Gracilynn says.
"Well, good. Then, you won't freak out when I tell you there's a spider hanging from the ceiling above you," Dean says.
"What?!" Gracilynn shouts, bolting off the bed and looking towards the ceiling. She hears a chuckle and looks over to see her dad laughing. "You're a jerk!"
Gracilynn grabs a pillow off the bed and chucks it at him, hitting him in the face, which only makes him laugh harder. Gracilynn huffs and disappears into the bathroom. Dean settles down and looks over at Sam sulking.
"You okay?" Dean asks. They had just gotten back from Brenna's. Sam tried to apologize but she just shut the door on him.
"You were right. We shouldn't have come back here," Sam answers without truly answering the question.
"Well, you did kill uh...spider man," Dean points out.
"So, you're suggesting what I did back there was a good thing?" Sam asks.
"I'm just saying…" Dean says. Gracilynn opens the bathroom door and walks back out, cluing in to the conversation.
"What?" Sam prods.
"Sam, y-y-you got to understand that all that crap last year …all of it…none of it was you," Dean says firmly.
"Let's be crystal clear, okay? It was me," Sam says just as firmly.
"Well, can I get you anything?" Dean asks, changing the subject.
"What are you now, my waitress?" Sam asks.
"I'm just trying to make you feel better. Don't be a bitch," Dean says, turning his attention back to the gun he's cleaning.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam says, walking into the next room.
"Yeah, you look fine. All I'm saying is everything's gonna be okay," Dean says, as much for Sam's conscious as for Gracilynn's.
"I don't know, Dean. If I did this here, then who knows how many oth…" Sam begins but stops. Gracilynn's eyes grow big as Sam drops to the floor and there is a thud. Dean catches the fear in her eyes and whips around and sees his brother lying on the floor.
"Sammy? Sammy?!" Dean says, putting the gun down and jumping out of his seat, making a rush to Sam's side. His eyes are open but they are unseeing. "Sammy, talk to me!"
"Dad?" Gracilynn asks. Dean can hear the fear in her voice; knows she's barely holding it together right now. Hell, he was barely holding it together right now.
"Sam? Sam. S-sam? Oh, come on," Dean pleads to his brother as he shakes Sam more forcefully. "Sammy! Come on, come on. Come on, damn it."
Gracilynn stays rooted to the spot, eyes glued to the prone form of her uncle. After what seems like years, Sam's eyes finally open. He groans and exhales sharply and Dean visibly relaxes.
"Hey, hey, hey, you with me?" Dean asks, the only answer being a deep breath and another groan. "Come on. Come on, got to get you out of here."
Dean hauls Sam off the floor and onto his feet, earning a grunt from Sam. Dean looks over at Gracilynn, who has yet to move let alone take her eyes off her uncle.
"Gracie. Hey, come on baby," Dean says, trying to get her attention. Gracilynn's eyes flicker over to his. "Grab our stuff. We're leaving."
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