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"Dad? What are we gonna do?" Gracilynn asks Dean. Dean looks over at his daughter sitting on his bed.
"Sammy's finding where the cabin is," Dean answers. "Then, we're going to kill the son of a bitch."
"Got it!" Dean and Gracilynn look over at the table where Sam is sitting, his computer in front of him.
"You got the address?" Dean asks, standing up and walking over to where his brother is.
"Yeah," Sam replies, handing his brother a piece of paper with the address scrawled across it.
"All right, let's get going," Dean says. Gracilynn stands up and Dean's head swivels over in her direction. "Whoa, where do you think you're going?"
"I…" Gracilynn begins but her dad cuts in.
"Don't answer that. You're staying here," he says.
"What? Why?" Gracilynn argues.
"Because, I can't give you a weapon 'cause you could turn around and put an extra hole in your body at any point," Dean says.
"I'm not gonna shoot myself dad," Gracilynn challenges.
"Not yet. And I can't have you on a hunt without a weapon. You can stay here until we get back," Dean says.
"The cabin's like three hours away," Gracilynn complains.
"Dude, you went out of state for four days. Why are you being so clingy now," Dean argues, not wanting to admit he was feeling the same way as his daughter.
"I'm not being clingy. But if something happens to you two it'll take me three hours to get to you for backup," Gracilynn argues, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Nothing's gonna happen to us," Dean says.
"Yeah, every time you say that, something happens to you," Gracilynn argues.
"We'll be fine Smalls," Sam chimes in. "We'll call you when we get there and call you when we're done, okay?"
"Fine," Gracilynn says grumpily.
"Good," Dean says, then turning to Sam. "Find anything that can be used as a weapon. We'll store it in the car for now."
"Dad…" Gracilynn says.
"I'm not taking any chances Gracilynn," Dean says with finality in his tone. The two older hunters put anything remotely like a weapon into a back and grab their coats. Dean grabs the keys to the Impala and moves to follow his brother out the door. Before, closing it, he turns to look at his daughter. "Hey, call me if you need anything."
Gracilynn answers this with a look and Dean shuts the door behind him. Gracilynn sighs in frustration and slumps down in the arm chair, hearing the Impala roar to life and squeal out of the hotel parking lot.
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"Dad?...Dad?" Gracilynn calls out her dad's name. She looks around the abandoned house they were staying in. She walks into the would-be living room, stopping cold when she sees her dad tied to a chair. "Dad!"
Gracilynn moves to rush to his side but a couple pairs of strong hands grab her and hold her back. She looks fearfully over at her dad but a voice pulls her attention away.
"Well, look who we have here," it says. Gracilynn looks to the side of the room and sees Dick Roman appear with a cocky smirk on his face.
"Let my dad go," Gracilynn demands, earning an amused chuckle from Roman. Gracilynn's eyes shift to her dad who is trying to keep her calm with a facial expression.
"No, I think we're going to punish him. And let you watch," Dick says, his evil smirk growing. Gracilynn's eyes grow big and her attention shifts to her dad's once again. There is a sound and Dick's face morphs into the Leviathan face.
"Dad?" Gracilynn all but begs.
"It's okay Gracie. Everything's gonna be okay," Dean says, not breaking eye contact with his daughter. "I'm proud of you."
Dick Roman approaches Dean, his Leviathan mouth open, and bends down. Dean begins screaming and Gracilynn flinches, tears running down her face.
Gracilynn jerks in her sleep, tears running down her face. Her face scrunches up in emotional pain and she jerks once again. A small whimper escapes her mouth. Gracilynn's head jerks to the side just before she springs up into a sitting position, breathing heavy, a sob escaping. She brings a hand to her mouth, trying to shove the sob back in, but unsuccessful. She feels something wet on her face and realizes she's been crying. Unexpectedly, a strong feeling overcomes her and she closes her eyes in fear, shaking her head.
"No, no, no, no," she whispers. She takes a couple deep breaths and gains her composure. She needed to call her dad, this wasn't good at all. She opens her eyes and grabs her phone, hitting the speed dial and putting the phone to her ear.
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Dean pulls the Impala over on the side of the road and in the brush, hiding it from passerby. He and Sam climb out of the car after making sure their guns are loaded. Quietly, they sneak down the path towards the cabin of Linda Hawkins. The hide behind a tree and watch the house for any sign that someone is there. Dean's phone begins vibrating and he pulls it out seeing it's his daughter. He glances over at Sam, sharing a look, before answering it.
"Gracie?"
"Dad? I…" Gracilynn says trying to control her fear, but has to stop. No way was she crying on the phone with her dad again.
"Gracie? What's wrong?" Dean demands. Sam looks over, knowing by the tone in Dean's voice that something was really wrong.
"Dad, I don't think I can do this anymore."
"Whoa," Dean says, fear bubbling up in his stomach. "Do you mean the nightmares? No sleep? Or…?"
There is silence on the other end of the phone and the fear begins to overflow inside him. Dean looks over at Sam. Sam's own fear begins to surface, seeing the look in his older brothers' eyes. Dean's jaw clenches and he turns slightly, talking into his phone.
"You listen to me. We've almost got this Bitch. Now, I need you to hang on just a little longer. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay dad," Gracilynn says unbelievingly.
"I mean it Gracie. I'm not coming back…" Dean says, but doesn't finish the sentence. Dean forces a swallow.
"Dean," Sam says, seeing movement inside the cabin. Dean looks over at him and Sam nods to the building in front of them. Dean diverts his attention and sees the same thing his brother did. Dean turns his attention back to his daughter.
"I'll call you when we're done. And you'd better answer the damn phone," Dean says, before hanging up and pulling his gun out. He shares a look with Sam and the two of them creep up to the house.
The two hunters flank the front door. Dean looks over at Sam and holds his pointer finger up. Then, puts another finger up and then, a third. The two brothers kick the door down, guns pointing ahead of them. Dean fires off the first shot but Linda moves out of the way. She throws her hand up and Dean flies into the opposite wall. Sam fires off a shot but only gets her arm. Linda yells in anger and she throws Sam through the window, Sam landing in the yard. Dean gets up and looks for his gun, but doesn't see it. Promptly, he feels a pressure on his neck and he is lifted off the floor and into the air. He tries to grab at whatever is choking him but there is nothing there. In front of him, Linda is holding a hand out in front of her, squeezing it, a gleeful gleam in her eye.
"You shouldn't have intervened. They all deserve to be punished," she says, hatred lacing her voice. She squeezes her hand more and Dean feels the pressure magnify and he lets out a choking noise. Sam quickly appears in the doorway and he aims his gun, pulling the trigger in three quick successions. Linda drops to the floor, dead. Dean falls to the floor as well and he lets out a cough, getting air back into his lungs. Sam runs over to his brothers' side and helps him up.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, you?" Dean replies.
"Yeah," Sam answers. Dean nods his head. "I'll salt and burn the body. You call Gracilynn."
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Dean walks a little ways from the cabin and pulls out his phone, hitting his daughter's speed dial. He waits for her to pick up but it just goes to voicemail. He hangs up the phone, rubbing a hand down her face.
"Don't jump to conclusions Winchester. She just missed the call. Didn't get to it in time," he mutters to himself before calling his daughter again, with the same result. This time he leaves a message. "Gracilynn Samantha…I believe the deal was I was going to call you and you were going to pick up. Just…call me."
Dean paces the lawn, listening to Sam salt and burn the body of Linda Hawkins. He had to say he wasn't sorry. She might've been human but she was still a witch and she went after his family. Dean runs a hand through his hair and calls his daughter once again. He lets out a groan/growl when it goes to voicemail for the third time.
"Come on Gracie. Pick up the damn phone," Dean says, worry evident now. Dean hangs up his phone and puts it back in his pocket jogging up the steps and peers in the doorway. "Sammy, we gotta go."
Sam looks up giving his brother a curious look.
"What? Why?" he asks.
"Gracie's not picking up her phone," Dean says.
"Maybe she missed it…" Sam tries.
"All three times?" Dean asks. Worry sets in with Sam as well and he nods his head. He glances once more at the body before him and he lights a match, tossing it on it. The body instantly bursts into flame and he rushes out the door after his brother.
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Dean squeals into the parking lot of the hotel, slamming on the brakes when he pulls into the empty parking space. It was the longest hour and a half drive of his life; and that was going almost double the speed limit. If he went any faster he was sure he'd have broken the sound barrier. Dean and Sam leap out of the car and run over to the door, Sam unlocking it quickly and Dean bursting through. He looks around and sees Gracilynn lying on his bed, rushing over to her.
"Gracie! Gracie!" he says, shaking her desperately. Gracilynn's eyebrows furrow and she sleepily opens her eyes.
"Dad?" she asks. Dean lets out a sigh of relief, hearing Sam do the same behind him.
"Yeah, it's me," Dean says.
"Uncle Sammy?" she asks.
"I'm here Smalls," Sam says, coming to kneel next to Dean in her line of view.
"You kill her?" Gracilynn asks, trying to stifle a yawn.
"Yeah, we killed her," Dean says, resting a hand on her head. "Go to sleep. You've earned it."
"Mmmkay," Gracilynn mumbles, her eyes closing automatically and instantly falling back to sleep.
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"Hey, you wanna talk about…everything that went down," Dean asks Gracilynn the next morning.
"No not really," Gracilynn replies.
"You sure?"
"You wanna talk about why you've been acting so weird lately?" Gracilynn says, turning the conversation on Dean.
"I haven't been acting…" Dean begins.
"And I haven't been having nightmares," Gracilynn interrupts.
"Fine," Dean says, annoyed.
"Fine," Gracilynn replies, just as annoyed. Sam walks into the hotel room.
"You guys ready?" he asks.
"Yeah," Dean and Gracilynn say at the same time, giving each other a look before grabbing their coats and walking out the door.
"Did I miss something?" Sam asks himself before following his family to the car.
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