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Dean comes to a stop at the red light. He looks over to the passenger seat and sees Gracilynn's head resting on the door, the breeze blowing through the open window. A new red camaro pulls up next to them, blaring it's rap music overtop of their classic rock, it's bass making the car shake. Gracilynn lifts her head slightly and glares at the car next to her. They were ruining her sleep and, maybe even more importantly, ACDC was playing and she loved this song. Gracilynn sits up and reaches over, turning the radio up higher, enough that she could hear it over the crap playing next to her. Dean watches her out of the corner of his eye, smirking. Sam shakes his head. The music next to them gets louder and Gracilynn looks over, seeing the guy pulling his hand from the radio. Gracilynn narrows her eyes and reaches over, turning the music up even more. Dean looks over at his daughter while Sam rolls his eyes.
"What?" Gracilynn mouths, the music too loud for him to hear her without yelling. Dean chuckles, shaking his head. Truth is, Dean was glad she did it because if she didn't, he would've. He looks up, hearing the car's music also increase. It's Dean's turn to glare at the car next to him. Damn this light is taking forever to turn. Gracilynn huffs and reaches over to turn the music up higher, but Dean's hand beats hers to it and he turns the music up to the max. The guys next to them look over and glare at them. Dean and Gracilynn grin and as soon as the light turns green, Dean slams on the gas, peeling away and leaving the guys in his dust. Once they are far enough away, Dean turns the music back down to a moderate level.
"Seriously?" Sam says from the back seat, "What are you two? Four? I mean, I expect that from Dean but you Gracilynn?"
"Dude, if I wanted to listen to that crap, I would've been doing so already," Gracilynn says.
"What about when you guys blast your music?" Sam points out.
"They can shut their windows," Dean says, sending a smirk his daughters' way, who returns it with one of her own.
"Hey dad?" Gracilynn says.
"What?"
"You know why they call it rap?" Gracilynn asks. Sam looks up at them.
"Why?" Dean asks, knowing this is going to be good.
"Because if they called it crap no one would listen to it," Gracilynn says, smirking. Dean laughs along with Sam, who can't help it.
"Touché," Dean says, holding out a fist. Gracilynn looks at it and fist bumps it, shaking her head.
"You're such a dork dad," Gracilynn says smiling and looking out the window, just a little more awake than before.
Gracilynn shuts her locker door only to see Scott appear next to her. Gracilynn takes a step back out of habit.
"Where'd you take off to last night?" Scott asks, "The cops wanted to talk to everyone there."
"No offense, but I don't do cops," Gracilynn says tightly. Scott looks at her curiously.
"Bad experience?" he asks. Gracilynn shrugs.
"I guess you could say that," she says, beginning to walk to homeroom. Scott follows after her, quickly catching up.
"What was that thing?" he asks, not really to anyone in particular. "I mean, did you see the way it went after Kevin?"
"Yeah," Gracilynn says, "I don't know. I'm sure we'll figure it out."
"We?" Scott asks, stopping and looking at her, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Crap.
"Well, when I say we I mean the cops and…stuff," she says. Scott buys it and enters the classroom, followed by Gracilynn, who breathes a sigh of relief. The two of them sit down in their respective seats. Gracilynn looks over at Scott.
"I heard there have been other weird deaths around here," she says off-handedly. Scott shrugs his shoulders and looks over at her.
"Yeah, a few of them," he says.
"You think maybe it's the same thing that attacked Kevin?" Gracilynn asks.
"Could be," Scott says, "Or…"
Scott's sentence tapers off and Gracilynn looks over at him curiously, wondering what he is thinking.
"Or what?" she asks.
"Nothing," he says.
"You can't start telling me something and then decide not to," Gracilynn argues.
"It's just crazy talk," Scott says, "A story my grandfather used to tell me and my little sister."
"What's that?"
"A giant snake that lives just about anywhere. The lakes, rivers, caves, forests…Would reach out from its' hiding place and cause disease and death. He said Shamans would try to use its' skin but they all died before they could get close enough," Scott says. Gracilynn's eyes widen.
"Use its' skin for what?" she asked. Scott looks at her strangely.
"You can't seriously be thinking this is real? It's a ghost story my grandfather heard from his and started telling us," Scott says.
"I don't know," Gracilynn says, "This stuff interests me."
"Not sure exactly. Don't think the Shamans really knew either," Scott explains, "Think they were just trying to see if they could use it."
"Huh," Gracilynn says, thinking about everything Scott just told her.
"He did say it originated in North America though," Scott adds as an afterthought, pulling Gracilynn from her thoughts. Now that we can work with. Narrow down the ginormous amount of 'possibilities' we found last night. Gracilynn makes a mental note to call her dad and uncle during her study hall and gathers her books to go to first period.
"So, you think it's this thing this kid was talking about?" Dean asks in to his phone.
"I don't know. Maybe. At the very least it'll help narrow possibilities down," Gracilynn says.
"Where did he say this thing held up?" Sam asks. Dean had put his daughter on speaker phone.
"Caves, rivers, lakes, the woods. Just about any of those places," Gracilynn says.
"That's pretty broad," Sam says, looking through their research from last night.
"Yeah, but how many creatures hole up in all of those?" Gracilynn asks, "I mean, yeah, many could fit one of those, but all of them? And he said it originated in North America, so those two things should be able to narrow things down a lot right?"
"She's got a point," Dean says to her brother.
"I thought Dopey didn't talk?" Sam says scowling at his brother.
"I'm the new and improved Dopey," Dean says, then after a pause, "Doc."
Gracilynn giggles over the phone as Sam shoots Dean with his patented Bitchface.
"Does that make Uncle Bobby Grumpy?" Gracilynn asks.
"Sure," Dean answers, "And Cas could be…Bashful."
"So, we're missing Happy, Sleepy, and Sneezy?" Gracilynn asks.
"I'm sure we could find someone," Dean says.
"Can we please get back on topic here?" Sam asks.
"Sure thing Doc," Dean says, smirking. Gracilynn smirks on the other end of the phone, practically hearing her uncle give her dad his Bitchface again.
"I think I might've found what this thing is," Sam says. Dean looks up at his brother. "I think it's an Angont."
"A what?" Dean and Gracilynn ask in unison.
"An Angont," Sam repeats, "It fits the description you gave us Gracilynn and what that kid told you."
"Does it say how to kill it?" Dean asks. Sam browses the web page, stopping once or twice to read closer.
"An iron knife to the heart," Sam says.
"You're kidding right?" Gracilynn asks, "How the hell are we gonna get close enough to kill the damn thing?"
Gracilynn quickly goes quite as a group of girls enter the room she's in. Dean and Sam look at each other, eyebrows raised. She had a point.
"And…where's the damn heart?" Dean points out himself. Sam nods his head in agreement and goes back to the webpage and searches a little more. Everything is quite while he looks; right up until there is a flushing sound that comes through the phone. Dean raises an eyebrow, looking down at his phone.
"Are you in the bathroom?" he asks, amused. Gracilynn rolls her eyes.
"It's the only place I could talk without people around everywhere," Gracilynn whispers into the phone. The girls had started talking and she was trying to listen in to their conversation. Dean smirks in amusement.
"Just below the head," Sam suddenly says, quelling any smart remark from his brother to his niece.
"What is?" Dean asks, forgetting what they were talking about.
"Its' heart," Sam clears up, "It's just below the things head."
"Oh, well that should be a piece of cake," Gracilynn says, sounding a little rushed. Dean looks down at his phone again, confused at the sudden change in his daughters' voice.
"Why are you talking so weird?" he asks.
"Huh?" Gracilynn asks, sidetracked. Dean mind instantly lands in the gutter and looks up at his brother, silently questioning. Sam shakes his head no. "Oh, there was a group of girls in here. They were talking about going down to the lake to see if they could get a glimpse of the thing that killed Kevin."
"When?" Sam and Dean ask, Dean silently thanking anyone it was only that.
"During sixth period," Gracilynn says.
"When's that?" they ask in unison again as a bell rings in the background over the phone. Gracilynn enter the hallway and looks in both directions.
"Now," she says.
Hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter! Please keep reviewing. Usually when I write these stories I don't include the episodes from the season, except the really important ones, like the finales and so forth; I usually just refer to the other ones. On the other hand, if there is an episode you would like to see please let me know, I'll see if it can fit into the story. So far, for myself I will be doing Abandon All Hope, Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid, maybe Point Of No Return, parts of Two minutes to Midnight, and Swan Song. Also, I have gotten requests to do Changing Channels and Dark Side of the Moon. I love getting requests, and try to incorporate them as long as they fit with the storyline. I have had some requests from the last story, and a couple of them I did not get to, but I think I will be able to get to them in this story, so if there is something you would like to see, don't hesitate to ask. I look at it as, you all are a fan of the stories and your love for them are what keep me writing them, so I do appreciate it a lot! Thanks again!