Here's the next chapter for ya guys! Now that the surprise party for my parents 25th wedding anniversary and my dad's 50th birthday that I've been planning is done and over, hopefully I'll be able to write more. Hope ya'll enjoy!

"Come on, let's go Snow White," Dean says, hitting Gracilynn in the foot. Gracilynn groans, but throws the covers over her face and curls up in them instead. "You're gonna be late."

"For what?" Gracilynn grumbles from under the covers.

"School," Dean says. Gracilynn groans.

"Why?" she whines.

"Because it's the first day of school and you need to go," Dean says, pulling the covers off her head. Sam looks up from the table he's sitting at to watch the spectacle before him, a smile playing on his lips.

"Nothing ever happens on the first day of school. Can't I just skip it?" Gracilynn whines.

"Nope," Dean says, seeing that his daughter isn't going to get up. He goes to the foot of the bed and grabs her ankles from over the blankets and begins pulling. Gracilynn lets out a yelp when she feels her body getting pulled off the bed. She tries to grab the headboard but is already too far down the bed, so instead, starts grabbing at the sheets. However, the sheets come unhooked and the sheets, pillows, blankets, and Gracilynn drop to the floor.

"Oomph," Gracilynn says as she topples to the floor. Sam chuckles at the sight.

"Time to get up," Dean says, walking over to the other bed.

"Dude, seriously?!" Gracilynn yells, the sheet half on her head and her trying to get untwisted from the blankets.

"Yeah, you see there's this little thing called the law," Dean says while cleaning his guns, "It says you have to go to school until your sixteen."

"Since when have you cared about following the law?" Gracilynn grumbles, getting angry that her foot won't come untwisted.

"Since three letters came about and I found out I had you," Dean says.

"What's that?" Gracilynn asks, yanking her foot free and yanking the sheet off her head, and looking up at her father.

"CPS," Dean says without looking up. Gracilynn scowls, but gets up and grabs her bag, heading to the bathroom to get ready. Sam stares at Dean.

"What Sam?" Dean asks, still not looking up.

"Aw, you're getting all protective daddy on her," Sam says in a baby voice.

"Shove it Sam," Dean says. Sam smirks in return.

Gracilynn walks into her Sophomore homeroom and looks around. Most of the kids are dressed in Abercrombie or Banana Republic. Yup, definitely not gonna like it here she thinks. Gracilynn sighs and takes a seat in the back of the room, waiting for the teacher to begin class. Just as the bell rings a guy strolls in wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Gracilynn finds her gaze linger on him a little. He's about five ten with medium brown hair cut short. He saunters past the class, winking at a couple girls and takes the seat next to Gracilynn. Gracilynn quickly looks ahead and the teacher begins roll call. She tries not to stare but finds herself checking him out, out of the corner of her eye.

"Gracilynn Winchester?" asks the teacher. Gracilynn doesn't hear him, too busy with the guy next to her. "Winchester? Gracilynn Winchester?"

Gracilynn startles to and looks up at the teacher. She swallows, mentally kicking herself in the butt for getting sidetracked.

"Um…here," she says. The teacher nods and continues down the list. The guy next to her turns to look at her.

"Haven't seen you around. You new here?" he asks, shooting her a grin that would make any girl melt. Gracilynn mentally smacks herself in the face and grins back.

"Yeah, just moved here with my dad and Uncle," she says.

"Scott Jones," he says, his hazel eyes twinkling. Gracilynn feels herself begin to get lost in them, but mentally shakes herself. Pull yourself together dammit. The guys flirting with you and you're becoming a drooling mess. Get a grip.

"Gracilynn," she says in return. Scott leans closer to her.

"You know, I'm throwing this party tonight down by the lake. You should come," he says. Gracilynn smirks at him.

"Yeah, why's that?" she asks, smirking playfully.

"Might be a lot of fun," Scott says suggestively.

"Might be?" Gracilynn asks, smirk not leaving her face. Scott smirks back. "What time?"

"We're all getting together at seven," Scott says.

"Yeah, okay, I'll see if I can make it," Gracilynn says.

"All right then," Scott says, grinning.

Gracilynn walks out of the high school and looks around for the Impala. She spots it down the line of cars and makes her way towards it. Dean watches from inside the car. He sees a kid about Gracilynn's age, maybe a year older, with brown hair walking behind her. He watches closer and realizes he's checking out her butt. He's about to climb out of the car and give the kid a piece of his mind but the kid ends up getting into another car. Gracilynn gets to the passenger door and opens it up, climbing into the passenger seat.

"How was school?" Dean asks, still eyeing the kid in the car.

"Good, I guess," Gracilynn says.

"Who was that?" Dean says, nodding towards the kid in the car driving past them. Gracilynn looks in the direction her dad nodded and sees Scott driving past them.

"No one," she says, shrugging and putting on her seatbelt. Dean eyes his daughter and, putting the car in drive, drives off towards their hotel.

"Hey dad?" Gracilynn says as her dad walks out of the bathroom. Dean looks up at his daughter. "Can I go out tonight?"

"Go out?" Dean asks, confused. "Go out where?"

"Uh…well, I met some people at school. They were heading down to the lake. They invited me to come with them," Gracilynn says hopefully. Dean narrows his eyes.

"Some people? What are you guys doing?" Dean asks curiously.

"Prolly just hanging out," Gracilynn says, shrugging. Dean studies his daughter.

"So, in other words, drinking," he says.

"No," Gracilynn says defensively, but then realizes she's lucky she was able to get away with lying this much. "Maybe. I don't know. But if they do, I won't. I promise."

Dean stares at her, trying to see if he should let her go. He finds himself looking back at his brother sitting at the table on his computer. Sam looks at him and shrugs, conveying a whole sentence in that one movement and the look. Dean sighs then looks back at his daughter.

"Fine, but you call if anything starts getting even a little crazy," Dean says.

"But da…" Gracilynn starts protesting, then realization hits her, "Wait, you're letting me go?"

"Yeah, so get outta here before I change my mind," Dean says defeated. Gracilynn grins.

"Thanks dad," she says, grabbing her room key and running out the door.

Gracilynn arrives at the lake about fifteen minutes later. She pulls out her phone and sends her dad a text, letting him know that she arrived okay. She looks around the clearing. There is a big bonfire with a big group of kids surrounding it. She begins to walk towards it. She sees a guy look up and notice her. He stands up and walks over to her.

"Hey," Scott says, smiling his leg melting smile.

"Hey," Gracilynn says, smiling back at him. Scott grabs her hand and leads her to the bonfire. The two of them take a seat and Scott leans over and grabs two bottles out of a cooler. He hands one to Gracilynn. She looks at it and bites her lip.

"I…no, thanks," Gracilynn says. Scott gives her a look.

"You don't drink?" he asks.

"It's not that," Gracilynn says, because no way was she a good girl and no way was she letting this guy think she was. Scott tilts his head and looks at her.

"You promised your dad you wouldn't," he says. Gracilynn looks up at him, curious as to how he knew. "You said you moved here with your dad and uncle. You didn't say anything about a mom so I just assumed she wasn't around. So, overprotective father?"

"Yeah," Gracilynn says looking at the ground.

"He doesn't know about me does he?" Scott says smirking.

"Hell no," Gracilynn says, smirking in return.

An hour later one of the kids decides to go for a swim in the lake. He convinces a few other to go with him. The small group begin taking off their clothes, leaving their boxers, underwear, and bras on.

"What, you don't want to go?" Scott asks suggestively. Gracilynn smirks.

"And freeze to death? Nuh-uh," Gracilynn says smirking, watching the group run to the lake. Suddenly, the water begins to bulge up. The girls start screaming, running back to the bonfire. The guys stand and watch as a giant serpent like creature surfaces from the water.

"Son of a Bitch," Gracilynn says, standing up. The guys start running back to the bonfire as well. The creature lunges at them, causing one of them to trip and fall. Before she can think about what she is doing, Gracilynn takes off towards the guy, pulling the gun from her boots. The serpent lunges at him and bites him. The kid lets out a scream. The serpent releases himself and retracts back into the lake, leaving the kid screaming on the beach. Gracilynn stops as she pulls up to him, dropping to her knees, still keeping a lookout for the thing. She looks over the kid, seeing the puncture hole in his thigh. Scott skids to a halt next to her, checking him over himself. The kid bites down on another scream.

"This isn't good," Gracilynn says, quickly hiding her gun back in her boot before Scott sees it.

"What the hell?" Scott says, pulling his hands away quickly. Gracilynn looks down and sees the kids' skin is covered in a bright red rash. She peers at it closer, making sure not to touch it. She pulls her head back as sores begin to appear as well.

"The hell?" she says, watching the kid in front of her.

"We should move him before that thing comes again," Scott says. Gracilynn looks up at him then back down at the kid covered in rash and sores.

"Yeah, no problem," she says sarcastically. Scott gives her a look. Suddenly, the kid begins to convulse before them.

"Son of a…" Gracilynn says, shooting herself backwards. Scott mimics her reaction. All they can do is watch; the rest of the group stays near the bonfire watching from afar, not wanting to get too close to the kid, but more importantly the lake where the creature came from. The kids' back arches so high that it seems as if he's being folded in half. Just as soon as it began, the convulsing stops and the kid collapses to the ground. Gracilynn watches him, not seeing his chest move.

"You think he's…?" Scott asks, trailing off. Gracilynn shakes her head.

"I don't know," she says. She puts a finger to the kids' neck, thanking God that it's not covered in the disgusting rash and sores. She doesn't feel a pulse and looks up at Scott, shaking her head. Scott lets out a breath. Scott pulls out his phone and hits a few buttons. Gracilynn looks at him curiously.

"I'd like to report a…" Scott begins, but trails off, looking at Gracilynn not knowing what this was. "Uh…death."

Gracilynn backs up from the body and makes her way to the crowd. No way was she going to be here when the cops came. Her dad would kill her. But if she walked back to the hotel, the cops would pass her and would wonder why she was walking away from the crime scene. She bites her lip and makes the decision. She sneaks off towards the road and pulls out her phone, pressing her dads' speed dial.

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