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"I think I found what we're going up against," Sam says from in front of his computer. Dean and Gracilynn look up from the books their looking at.
"What?" they ask in unison.
"A Puckwudgie," Sam says. Gracilynn scrunches up her nose.
"Those are real?" Dean asks.
"Apparently so. They fit the description," Sam says.
"I thought they were just something on Harry Potter," Gracilynn says.
"When did you watch Harry Potter?" Dean asks.
"Uh…Ben made me," Gracilynn says.
"Right," Dean says, not believing her.
"So, how do we kill them?" Gracilynn asks, changing the subject.
"Ah…silver knife to the heart. Or you can drop them from 300 feet. Or you can stab them with their own arrows. Basically, there's nothing conclusive," Sam says, frustrated.
"Awesome," Gracilynn says.
"All right, well, I'll call Bobby see what he says," Dean says, rubbing a hand over his tired features and getting up from his chair. He pulls out his phone and makes the call. Gracilynn watches her uncle, still listening to her dad's conversation on the phone. Sam was still at the table looking at his computer, no doubt trying to find something that could help them. She studies him for a moment. He looked…different. She wasn't sure why but he did. He acted different too. And, even after the constant hunting, he didn't even look remotely tired. She knows she was still getting back into the swing of things and her uncle had been hunting for the past year, but at this pace, he definitely should be feeling somewhat tired. "All right, thanks Bobby."
Gracilynn looks over at her dad as he hangs up his phone and puts in back in his pocket. Sam looks away from his computer, diverting his attention to Dean as well.
"What'd he say?" Sam asks.
"Says he heard from another hunter that the only way to kill the damn things is with their own arrows," Dean says, "Which means we have to find a way to get the arrows."
"Oh, well, that should be easy. All we have to do is walk up to hundreds of miniature pissed up fighting Pit Bulls and take their arrows. Their poisonous arrows. That they'll be shooting us with. Yeah, a piece of cake," Gracilynn says sarcastically.
"One of us can be bait," Sam offers.
"Seriously?" Gracilynn asks incredulously. "You're kidding right?"
"No it makes sense," Dean says, "I'll be bait and…"
"What? Dodge deadly poisonous arrows coming at you hoping you won't get hit?" Gracilynn says.
"And you guys can collect them and stab the little rats," Dean finishes, ignoring his daughters sarcasm.
"This is by far your worst plan. And you've come up with some really crappy plans before," Gracilynn says.
"You're one to talk," Dean replies.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gracilynn says defensively.
"Oh I don't know, but I seem to remember you going off on your own and slicing your wrists open just to summon a God," Dean accuses. Gracilynn glares at her dad, but keeps her mouth shut knowing he's right. "Okay, then. We've got a plan."
Dean, Sam, and Gracilynn walk through the woods. They had been traipsing through the forest for the past hour and they had seen nothing. Gracilynn looks ahead of her where her dad had been walking ahead of them, making him an easier target. She still didn't like the plan but what choice did they have really. The damn things weren't going to just hand over their arrows. Gracilynn continues walking but stops when she feels a hand on her arm. She looks over at her uncle whose looking what the forest. That's when she notices it. Silence. Her head turns to her dad who has also stopped, his body tense and ready to move if need be. There is a ping and an airy whistle and Gracilynn sees her dad dive out of the way of an oncoming arrow.
"Get the arrows. Keep a lookout and stab them if you see them," Sam says, bolting to the left where another arrow hits. Gracilynn stares after her uncle for a moment before hurrying to the right, making sure to stay in the shadows. She picks up an arrow on the ground and jogs over to where another one has fallen. She glances over at her dad who has taken refuge behind a tree, giving enough of himself that they still shoot at him. There is a sound behind her and Gracilynn turns around to see a grey creature standing in front of her. It's only about two or three feet tall but has big ears, fingers, and a large nose. Gracilynn watches it warily, shifting her grip on the arrow in her hand. The Puckwudgie bares its' teeth and lunges at her. Gracilynn moves to the side but the creature grabs her and begins climbing up her body. She grabs at it, flinging it into the tree. Before it can get up, she slams it into the tree again and thrusts the arrow into the creatures' heart. There is a loud screeching sound that emanates from its' mouth but soon quiets. Gracilynn yanks the arrow back out and turns around trying to look or more.
As luck would have it, or wouldn't have it depending how you look at it, a small group appears from the shadows. Gracilynn slowly bends down and picks up the other arrow she saw on the ground, standing slowly back up.
"Well, bring it on you Chihuahua screwing rats," Gracilynn says. The Puckwudgies, bare their teeth and hiss, charging at her. She kicks one and it flies into a tree, screeching. Another one grabs ahold of her leg while a third grabs her arm. Gracilynn slams the Puckwudgie on her arm into the nearby tree, shoving the arrow into its stomach. Ignoring the screech, she turns and stabs the Puckwudgie crawling up her leg in the head. She yanks it out and turns to see the other two charge at her. She braces herself for the attack but is caught off guard by the creature she kicked climbing onto her back.
"Son of a Bitch!" Gracilynn says. She grabs the things head and flips it over her shoulder, grunting in pain as the creatures' nails scratch her. She chucks it into the ground at her feet and pierces through the Puckwudgies heart with the arrow. She yanks it out and backpedals to the creature behind her, yanking out the arrow in it just in time to have the other two crawl on top of her. She impales the first one through the face. She feels a sharp pain in her leg and looks down to see the other creature raising its' head from where it bit her. She thrusts the remaining arrow through it' chin and into the head, groaning in pain. She grabs her leg just above where the thing bit her. She hears a sharp cry and realizes it's her dad. She retrieves her arrows and pushes herself up to a standing position, biting down on her cry of pain as she puts pressure on her injured leg. She looks around the tree she's leaning on and sees her dad lying on the ground, an arrow through his shoulder.
"Dad!" Gracilynn yells. She looks around the forest but doesn't see anything. She hears screeching coming from across from her and she assumes her uncle is taking care of more Puckwudgies. She hurries as fast as she can, doing a step, hop and skip move to try not to put weight on her leg. She reaches her dad and drops to her knees, taking in his appearance.
"Son of a Bitch," Dean grinds out, "That hurts."
"Okay, hold on dad. I…I gotta get the arrow out," Gracilynn says, feeling her panic well up inside her. She looks down at the arrow protruded out of her dad's shoulder. Her gaze moves to her dad, seeing the pain evident on his face. His eyes are closed and he's trying to control his breathing. She shifts her gaze back to the arrow and she bites her lip. She reaches out but her hand lingers above it.
"Hey," she hears her dad rasp out. She looks back up to her dad. "Break…Break the end off."
Gracilynn nods her head and she grips the end of the arrow, ready to break it off. There is another screech and she jumps, forgetting they were actually being attacked out here. Dean stifles a groan but Gracilynn hears it anyways.
"Sorry," she says.
"It's…okay," Dean says. He feels the poison working its way through his system. Gracilynn grabs the arrow again and breaks the feathered end off. Dean groans in pain, the movement having jerked the arrow inside him.
"Sorry," Gracilynn says.
"Okay, now…now you have…to push it…push it through," Dean says between breaths.
"What? No, I…I can't," Gracilynn says, looking at her dad and shaking her head.
"Gracie…you can…you have to," Dean says.
"I…dad I…" Gracilynn says.
"I trust you," Dean says firmly. Gracilynn studies his gaze for a moment before nodding her head. She forces her panic down and gets back control of herself.
"Okay…I can do this," Gracilynn says.
"Help me up," Dean says. Gracilynn helps her dad to a sitting position. Her breath hitches slightly seeing the pointed end of the arrow coming out the other side of her dad. She mentally shakes herself and focuses on what she has to do, taking a deep breath.
"Okay. On the count of three," Gracilynn says, grabbing the end of the arrow. Dean grips the grass underneath him with his right hand, preparing himself for the pain. "One…"
Gracilynn feels her dad grab her jacket with his other hand and she forces herself not to stop.
"Two…"
On two, Gracilynn pushes the arrow. Dean yells in pain as the arrow slides through the hole, rubbing against his muscles. As she nears the entry wound, Gracilynn grabs the arrow at the back and finishes pulls it through her dad's shoulder. Once out, Gracilynn sets it off on the side. Dean falls against her shoulder, panting and trying to get control of himself.
"You okay?" Gracilynn asks. Dean doesn't say anything but Gracilynn feels his head nod. There is a noise behind her and Gracilynn grabs the arrow and swivels around, intent on killing anything that gets too close. Sam appears out of the trees and Gracilynn visible relaxes as he approaches him. He takes in his family before him.
"Is he okay?" Sam asks.
"No," Gracilynn says, forcing a swallow. "He got hit with an arrow."
"We need to get him back to the hotel," Sam says. Gracilynn nods her head. She stands up, her leg almost giving out on her, forgetting about her wound. Sam eyes her. "You hurt?"
"I'm fine. It's just a bite," Gracilynn says.
"Okay, let's get him back to the hotel," Sam says. He helps Dean up and Gracilynn grabs the arrow, not knowing if they'll need it. She watches as Sam begins leading Dean the way towards the Impala. If she wasn't sure before, she was definitely sure now. Something was wrong with her uncle. He would've been panicking over her dad being shot. And he would've checked her wound and made sure she was okay, even if she did say she was fine. Something was going on and she intended to find out what.
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