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Gracilynn and John walk down the sidewalk towards John's truck; they'd just finished talking to a man John thought would give them a lead about how to get Gracilynn back. Unfortunately, the man was pretty good at talking crap and they didn't get anywhere with him. Gracilynn sighs and glances around them, her hope dwindling the longer she's stuck in 2005. Her eyes fall on a black car with a 'For Sale' sign in the window and she halts in her steps. Forgetting about her grandfather, Gracilynn walks over to the car and studies it, running a hand along the hood of it.
"Gracilynn," John calls out to her, having noticed her absence. He searches the sidewalk and see her ogling a black '67 Camaro. He rolls his eyes and leaves the side of his truck and heads back in her direction. "You don't need a car. You won't be here long enough."
"It looks just like my car back home," Gracilynn says wistfully as she walks along the side of the car, her fingers trailing along the side. She glances inside the vehicle and notices the black leather interior, the same as hers. Everything about this car is spot on with the one her dad had gotten for her.
"And you'll see your car when you get back. Now, let's go," John sighs trying to get his granddaughter to leave the car.
"Everything is the same though," Gracilynn says as she rounds the back of the Camaro.
"It's not your car. You're wasting time over a stupid vehicle," John says with aggravation. They'd been on the hunt for anything to get Gracilynn back to her time but with no success and it was starting to get to him. Gracilynn scowls and sends a glare towards John.
"It's not a stupid car. Dad got it for me for graduating high school. The thing was a dump but we rebuilt it. Together," Gracilynn says with a tense jaw and her eyes boring into John. John studies her for a moment and then glances over at the car.
"It's still a dump. How much are they asking for it?" John asks with a sigh. He told himself he wasn't going to let this girl get to him but here she is reeling him in on this ridiculous plan. Gracilynn grins and looks over at him, her eyes dancing with happiness.
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Dean glances out the window at Gracilynn loading up the trunk of the Camaro and scowls. He looks over at Sam, who's sitting at the table.
"I don't like that she's driving by herself," Dean grumbles as he walks over to the table and sits in one of the chairs, all but sulking. Sam glances up from his computer and rolls his eyes at his brother.
"She's twenty years old Dean," Sam replies with a smirk, "No matter how much you still want her to be fourteen."
"And you're thirty-one, so what's your excuse?" Dean snarks in return. Sam sighs and sits back in his chair, looking at his brother.
"Kevin said something about Gracilynn saying that she did too much to make sure she got that car so she wasn't letting it out of her sight again," Sam explains with raised eyebrows.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Dean asks with furrowed eyebrows, confusion evident on his face. Sam shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, the motel room door opening. Sam and Dean look over as Gracilynn walks into the room and shuts the door behind her. She looks over at her dad and uncle and stops, seeing them watching her.
"What?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe we should store the Camaro, just use the Impala. That way we don't have to try to pay for gas for two gas guzzlers," Dean says nonchalantly. Gracilynn furrows her eyebrows at him.
"I'm paying for my own gas so what does it matter?" Gracilynn asks, eying her dad, knowing there's something more to this.
"I'm just saying…Do you really need to drive separately…" Dean says off-handedly, shrugging his shoulders and glancing over at Sam who smirks and rolls his eyes. Gracilynn's eyes narrow at them.
"No…but I like have my car around," she replies, looking between her dad and uncle. "Do you really need to have me in the car with you to be at ease?"
"I…what? No. This has nothing to do with me," Dean stutters out, annoyed his daughter caught on so fast. Gracilynn smirks and shakes her head.
"I was on my own for a year dad. I'll be fine," she assures, making sure to hold Dean's gaze before walking past them and disappearing into the bathroom. Dean scowls and looks over at Sam who's still smirking.
"Well, that could've gone better," Dean grumbles causing Sam to chuckle. Dean glares at him. "What the hell are you laughing at? You could've stepped in at any moment to back me up."
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Gracilynn looks in her rear view mirror and sees the cop with flashing lights barreling down on her and she grimaces. For once, she was going the speed limit; her dad was even going the speed limit. Gracilynn sighs and pulls the Camaro over to the side of the road, seeing her dad do the same. The cop whizzes by them and down the road and Gracilynn lets out a cocky chuckle. It doesn't last long though because then she's wondering what's going on. She pulls out her phone and hits her dad's speed dial, putting the device to her ear.
"Hey, you think maybe we should check out what's up?" Gracilynn asks into the speaker.
"Wouldn't hurt I guess," Dean replies and the two of them hand up the phone. Dean steers the Impala back onto the road, Gracilynn following after him and the two vehicles drive further down the road. They see red and blue lights flashing at a house on their left and they park the cars on the side of the road. Sam grabs his and Dean's fake ID's, handing Dean's his and the two of them climb out of the car. Gracilynn opens her glove box and grabs her own fake ID before climbing out of her car and joining her dad and uncle.
They walk over to the crime tape where a cop stops them. The three of them pull out their FBI badges and flash them at the cop who scowls but let's them through. The three Winchesters walk up to the front of the house and through the door, looking around them but not seeing anything out of the ordinary yet. Gracilynn walks through the dining room and stops, seeing a dead body of a middle-aged man covered in blood lying on the floor. There is blood coating every surface of the kitchen and cops are milling about.
"Hey," Gracilynn says, looking over at her dad and uncle. Dean and Sam turn and look over at Gracilynn who nods her head towards the kitchen. The brothers walk into the dining room and follow Gracilynn over to the kitchen. A cop looks up and sees them, fixing them with a hard look.
"How did you three get in here? Officer John, escort these three out of here," the cop says but Dean intervenes and flashes his FBI badge at the cop, who scowls in reaction. Gracilynn narrows her eyes at him, picking up on the negativity towards the Feds here.
"What's the Feds doing here?" the cop growls at Dean. Gracilynn looks at his name badge and reads 'Hanson'. Dean's eyebrows rise up into his hairline.
"Heard there was a murder…" Dean begins but Officer Hanson cuts him off.
"Yeah, and we've got this taken care of," the disgruntled officer says coldly. Dean furrows his eyebrows at the officer, getting a little miffed at being brushed off. Sam takes a breath to step in before Dean says something stupid but Gracilynn beats him to it.
"Yeah, but unfortunately, this murder is just like one we saw the next state over. So if this is the same case, that means the unsub has crossed state lines which makes this our case," Gracilynn says firmly, fixing the cop with a stare and raising an eyebrow, daring him to challenge her. Dean and Sam raise their own eyebrows and look at Gracilynn in surprise. The cop scowls and glares at Gracilynn but knows she is right.
"Right this way Agents…" Hanson says, sarcasm dripping off the last word. The cop turns around and leads the Winchester towards the body.
"So, uh, what happened?" Sam asks Hanson as he takes in the gory scene before them.
"Well, it looks as if the guy was slashed with a knife of some sort multiple times. But you already know that from you other case," Officer Hanson says sarcastically, sending Sam a look. Dean scowls and glares at the officer.
"Maybe you should stand in front of an open freezer. Cool the sass level down a few notches," Dean says angrily, leveling the officer with a glare. Gracilynn has to turn around and squats down, pretending to look at something on the floor. Sam glances over and sees her shoulders shaking while Gracilynn covers her mouth and stifles her laughter. Officer Hanson glares at Dean in return and opens his mouth to say something nasty in return.
"Okay, thank you Officer Hanson. I think we've got it from here," Sam says as he offers Hanson a smile. Hanson scowls at Sam but dismisses himself and walks towards where a group of officers are standing. Sam glares at Dean and Gracilynn, who has stood back up.
"What?" Dean and Gracilynn ask in unison, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
"We're already not wanted here. You two could at least try to play nice," Sam scolds father and daughter, his lips pursed and his full on 'bitch-face' in place.
"Dude, he started it," Gracilynn grumbles, getting a nod of agreement from Dean. Sam shakes his head and moves closer to the body. Dean and Gracilynn look over at each other, their eyes meeting, and they both smirk. Dean raises his fist slightly and Gracilynn fist bumps it before the two of them begin inspecting the room around them.
"Sam. Gracie," Dean calls out to his brother and daughter. Sam and Gracilynn look up and over to where Dean is squatting by an archway to the kitchen. Dean looks over at them and nods his head for them to join him, which they do. Sam and Gracilynn squat down next to Dean, who points to bloody footprints leading out of the kitchen.
"Those are really small," Sam points out as he studies the size of the footprints.
"You think there was a kid here?" Gracilynn asks with a grimace as she looks over at her dad and uncle.
"God, I hope not," Dean says as he gazes over the bloody room. Sam gazes over the room as well, he eyes falling on the small group of cops standing nearby watching them closely.
"Maybe we should come back later," Sam whispers after turning and looking at his brother and niece. Dean and Gracilynn notice the cops as well and nod their heads in agreement. If there is something supernatural going on here then the last thing they need is for the disgruntled cops to be poking their noses in the hunters job. The three Winchesters stand up and turn to face the cops and Sam offers them a forced smile.
"Thank you. We'll be in touch," Sam says before the three hunters leave and walk out the house, making their way to their vehicles. As they get to the Impala, Sam looks over at Dean and Gracilynn.
"I'll do some research; see what I can find on this guy," Sam says and Dean and Gracilynn nod their heads.
"All right. Let's find a hotel," Dean says and the three of them climb into their cars, Dean and Sam in the Impala and Gracilynn in the Camaro, and drive towards town.
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"Okay, so get this," Sam says, looking up from his laptop and over at Dean and Gracilynn who are elbowing each other in the ribs for control of the remote. Dean and Gracilynn stop and look over at Sam, giving him their attention. "John Wilkins didn't have any kids. Wasn't even married. He did work as a ventriloquist though he wasn't a big name."
"A ventriloquist? No wonder the guy was single," Dean says with a grimace. Gracilynn shudders next to him and Dean looks over at her. Sam notices the shudder as well and furrows his eyebrows at her.
"I hate ventriloquists," Gracilynn says as she scrunches up her face. She glances between her dad and uncle, noticing their eyebrows rise. "Dude! Those dummies are freakin' creepy as hell!"
Dean and Sam smirk and share a look before turning their amused faces on the youngest of their family. Gracilynn scowls at them and turns her complete attention to her uncle.
"What else?" she asks, wanting to change the subject. Sam and Dean's smirks grow but Sam allows the change in topic and continues with his information relay.
"Other than the ventriloquism, there's nothing odd about the guy," Sam says as he shrugs and shakes his head.
"So, where'd the kid footprints come from?" Gracilynn asks, looking at Sam.
"Nephew, niece maybe?" Sam says with a shrug. "It says here his sister has a couple kids."
"Okay, so let's go talk to the sister. Then we'll go back to the house," Dean says, turning off the TV and pushing himself off the bed.
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