AN: Here's the next chapter! Hope ya'll enjoy it!
Dean groans and opens his eyes. He looks around the dark, damp room seeing it's some sort of cellar. He hears a groan coming from across him and he looks over to see Sam, tied to a chair. Taking stock of his situation, Dean realizes he's also tied to a chair, not to mention the Metallica concert blaring in his head. Sam let's out another groan and Dean turns his attention to his little brother.
"Sammy," Dean calls out to him. He takes in his brothers' appearance and notices he has a gash on his forehead causing blood to seep into his eyes. "Sammy, come on dude."
Sam furrows his eyebrows, hearing his brothers' voice. He forces his eyes to open, the throbbing in his head deafening. He looks across him and sees his brother tied to a chair.
"D'n?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, it's me dude. I don't think we got the ghost," Dean says. Sam grunts in agreement, closing his eyes again. "Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me Sammy. You got hit pretty good. You probly have a concussion."
Sam forces his eyes open again and looks over at his brother. He's seeing two of everything. Dean begins looking around the room for anything that can help them get out of here. Sam's voice interrupts his search.
"Thin' Gr'cie will f'nd us?" Sam slurs. Dean looks over at his brother, concern evident on his face. He didn't like how his brother was talking.
"Yeah, Sammy. She'll find us," Dean assures. Sam nods his head minutely, even that movement causing pain to shoot through his head. "In the meantime, we gotta find a way out ourselves."
There is a noise in the room and Dean freezes, looking around him but not seeing anything.
"You hear that Sammy?" Dean asks, looking over at his brother but seeing he's unconscious once again. Dean hears movement behind him and he turns to look only to have everything go black once again.
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"Yahtzee," Gracilynn says, having heard her dad use the phrase many times and it rubbing off on her. Gracilynn prints the page out and grabs it, running into the next room. "Bri!"
"What? Is something wrong?" Bri asks, meeting Gracilynn halfway. Gracilynn holds up the printout and points to an object in the photo.
"Have you seen this anywhere?" Gracilynn asks. Bri looks at the picture.
"What? The…the chair?" Bri asks.
"Yes, the chair. Have you seen it?" Gracilynn asks, starting to get impatient. Her dad and uncle's lives were at stake here.
"Um…yeah, I think so," Bri asks.
"You think so? Come on Bri, think," Gracilynn says, shaking the paper in front of her. Bri looks at it harder this time.
"Yes, yes. It's in one of the rooms," she says, nodding her head.
"Which one?" Gracilynn asks.
"I…I don't know," Bri says, shaking her head.
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Dean slowly wakes back up, his headache worse than before. He must've gotten hit in the head again. He feels something around his neck and he opens his eyes. He moves his head realizing it's some sort of rope, which is when he notices his brother across from him and his breath catches in his throat. Sam has a noose around his neck. Dean follows the rope up into the ceiling where it's slung over a bar and leads back down to the ground. Dean looks above him and sees he has a similar predicament.
"Sam," Dean calls out to his brother. "Sammy."
Sam doesn't react.
"Dammit," Dean says. He begins struggling against the ropes binding him to the chair but they are tied too tight. Dean hears movement somewhere nearby and he fearfully looks over at his brother. "Sammy! Sam! Sa…!"
Dean's call is cut off as the noose around his neck tightens and lifts him up off the ground. Dean gasps for air, his vision fuzzy. Gracie's gonna find us too late. She doesn't deserve to see us like this. Dean struggles, but these are his last thoughts before his vision goes dark.
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Gracilynn opens the door in the hallway of the inn. Bri couldn't remember which room the chair was in so they had to search each individual room for it. They had already looked throughout the second floor and were now on the third.
"This is bull. I don't have time for this," Gracilynn mutters to herself. She looks around the room and doesn't see the chair. She runs out the room and moves to the next room. She opens the door only to find the same result. She lets out a frustrated yell. "Come on!"
Bri comes around the corner at a jog, stopping just in front of her.
"You find it?" Gracilynn asks. Bri shakes her head as she is breathing heavy. Gracilynn lets out a curse and moves on to the last room. Instead of unlocking the door she just kicks it open, giving Bri a look that dares her to say anything about it. Bri wisely keeps her mouth shut. Gracilynn quickly enters the room and looks around. She's about to leave when a piece of furniture catches her eye. "Halle-frickin-lujah."
Gracilynn quickly grabs the chair and runs out the door with it, practically plowing over Bri in her haste. Gracilynn runs down the stairs, skipping steps and grabs the weapons bag before moving to the backyard. Gracilynn sets the chair down and douses it with lighter fluid and salt. She strikes a match and throws it on the chair causing it to instantaneously light up. She hears a screech come from inside the inn but doesn't flinch. Gracilynn hears a noise behind her and turns to see Bri walk out.
"Stay here and make sure it burns all the way," Gracilynn says, running back into the house before Bri can protest.
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Gracilynn shoves a pile of boxes out of the way in frustration. She went straight to the basement in search for her dad and uncle. She had already searched the inn for the chair so she knew they weren't anywhere on the first, second, or third floors. The only other two places they could be are the attic or basement. She figured the attic would have been too easy so she decided to try the basement first. It was easier to have a secret room in the basement than the attic. She had searched the whole basement and hadn't found anything out of place.
"Son of a Bitch!" Gracilynn growls in aggravation, picking up and throwing a book on top of the pile of boxes. Gracilynn runs her hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. She hurriedly walks back to the stairs to check out the attic. As she walks towards it, she hears a thud from under her feet. She stops and listens, but doesn't hear anything. She takes another step and hears it again. She looks down at the floor and takes another step, but doesn't hear it this time. She walks backwards a couple steps and hears it again. "Son of a Bitch."
Gracilynn kneels down and blows the dirt off the floor, brushing it to the side and feeling for an edge. She finds it and maps out where a trap door is. She sits up and looks around the basement, seeing a crowbar near the stairs. She walks over and grabs it and pries the trap door open to reveal an opening with a set of stairs leading down. Gracilynn pulls her flashlight out of her back pocket and turns it on, shining it down the stairs as she begins to descend them.
"Just don't look at the ceilings, Gracilynn," she says to herself, already having seen the spider webs. She gets to the bottom of the stairs and shines the flashlight around her, seeing a light bulb above her. She reaches up, careful not to touch the cobwebs and pulls the string, turning the light on. She turns her flashlight off and puts it back in her back pocket and looks around the lit room, noticing her dad and uncle tied to chairs, her dad's tipped over. Neither one of them were conscious. "No. No, no, no."
Gracilynn rushes to her dad's body and carefully lifts the chair back to a standing position. Gracilynn looks over her dad, noticing the lump on his head and the noose around his neck. She quickly loosens it up and takes it off him.
"Dad? Dad!" Gracilynn calls out, gently tapping her dad's face. She settles her trembling fingers and feels for a pulse, letting out a relieved sigh when she finds one. She gently taps her dad's face again. "Dad, I need you to wake up."
Dean doesn't stir, and Gracilynn watches him closely to see that he is indeed breathing. Not being able to wake her dad up, Gracilynn turns to her uncle, seeing he is also tied to a chair with a noose around his neck. She rushes to his side and gets the noose off him, feeling for a pulse. She finds one and notices he is also breathing. He has a large lump and gash on his forehead that's sending blood down his face.
"Uncle Sammy?" Gracilynn calls out, gently tapping the side of his face without the gash. "Come on Uncle Sammy."
Realizing she's not going to get a response out of him as well, she decides she needs to get them upstairs to a room and start patching them up. They couldn't risk going to a hospital; not again.
"Okay, you two just hang tight, I'll be right back," Gracilynn says to Dean and Sam before disappearing up the stairs in a rush.
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Gracilynn slumps down in the arm chair in one of the inn's rooms. She had ran and got Bri and the two of them found a large blanket and rolled her dad and uncle onto it and all but dragged them up the stairs to one of the rooms. Separately of course. One thing was for sure, her dad and uncle were going on a damn diet. Afterwards, Gracilynn had cleaned them up, getting the blood and dirt off their faces. She had stitched up her uncle's head and put an ice pack on his and her fathers' lumps. Her dad had a bruise matching the noose on his neck and she knew he was going to feel it in the morning. Neither one of them had woken up yet, and they weren't waking up for her. All she could do now was wait. Gracilynn sinks down into the chair between the two beds and keeps watch over her family, hoping they'd wake up soon.
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Dean starts to come to, taking in his surroundings. He has a headache and his throat is sore. He isn't tied up anymore and…is he on a bed? He slowly opens his eyes, blinking a few times when the lights pierce into them. He's in some sort of room and he shifts his eyes around. On his left, Gracilynn is sitting in a chair looking at a magazine. He opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is a groan. Gracilynn hears a groan and looks up and over at her dad, noticing he's watching her. She quickly sits forward and sets the magazine on the table.
"Hey, you're up. How are you feeling?" Gracilynn says, taking in her dad's appearance. Dean opens his mouth to say something but his voice is raspy. "Hold on, I'll get you some water."
Gracilynn disappears into the bathroom. Dean can hear the faucet turn on. She reappears with a glass of water and she sets it down on the table before helping him to a sitting position. She hands it to him, making sure he has it before letting go. Dean takes a few sips and hands it back to her.
"Where are we?" Dean asks as Gracilynn sets the cup back on the table.
"A room in the inn. Bri let us stay here for free until you two are better," Gracilynn asks. Dean's eyes grow wide.
"Sammy, is he…?"
"He's fine dad," Gracilynn interrupts, looking over at the other bed. Dean follows her gaze and sees his brother sleeping. "I've been waking him up every hour to keep an eye on his concussion."
"The poltergeist?"
"Gone. Turns out the d-bag was being held here by a chair he had made for his wife a week before she died. Found it and burned it," Gracilynn answers.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine. I wasn't the one unconscious," Gracilynn says, giving her dad a look.
"What happened?" Dean asks.
"What after I burned the chair?" Gracilynn asks. Dean nods his head. "I went and looked for you guys. Found a root cellar below the basement. Uncle Sammy was out. You were lying on the ground also out. Neither one of you would wake up. Bri and I carried you two up here."
"You two carried us?" Dean asks, disbelievingly.
"It was a pain in the ass, and you two definitely need to stop eating so much but yeah, we managed," Gracilynn says. Dean smirks and looks over at the bed again. He takes in his brothers appearance, noticing the stitches."
"Did Bri stitch that?" he asks. Gracilynn snorts.
"Yeah, right," she says sarcastically.
"You did?" Gracilynn gives her dad a smile. "It's really good."
Gracilynn doesn't miss the hint of pride in his voice and eyes. Footsteps sound out in the hall and there is a knock on the door before it's opened. Bri walks in, stopping when she notices Dean is awake.
"You're awake?" she says.
"Yeah, thanks," Dean says, gesturing to the room.
"I'll get you some food, you're probably starving," Bri says giving Dean a smile before disappearing again. Gracilynn looks back over at her dad.
"Just to let you know, she makes the best pie," Gracilynn says. Dean chuckles.
"You seem to be in a better mood," Dean says. Gracilynn shrugs her shoulders.
"So, what was going on with you earlier?" Dean asks.
"Nothing dad," Gracilynn says tiredly.
"Okay, well, how 'bout I tell you what I think," Dean says. Gracilynn doesn't say anything so Dean continues. "You were jealous."
"What?" Gracilynn asks surprised. "I could care less who you…go out with."
"Really?" Dean asks giving his daughter a knowing look. Gracilynn sighs in defeat but doesn't say anything else. "Don't worry you'll always be the only pain in the ass chick in my life."
Gracilynn looks horrified.
"Dad, don't forget Uncle Sammy!"
Dean breaks out in loud laughter. Gracilynn smiles, not having heard her dad's true laughter in a long time.
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"Well, look at that. The human skyscraper lives," Gracilynn says as she enters the room and sees Sam sitting on the edge of the bed. Sam looks over at her, an eyebrow raised.
"How long have I been out?" he chooses to ask instead.
"A little over a day. Woke you up every hour for a while till I was sure you were fine," Gracilynn says. Sam nods his head, somewhat remembering her doing so. He still had a killer headache but at least he wasn't seeing double anymore. "Where's Dean?"
"He's fine. He's downstairs loading up the car," Gracilynn says. Her dad had come downstairs and told Gracilynn Sam was up. "Dad told you everything had happened?"
"Yeah," Sam says, pushing himself up. "You alright?"
"I'm good," Gracilynn says. "Saved your asses. Again."
"Yeah, yeah," Sam says, waving her off but returning her grin anyways.
"Bri made breakfast," Gracilynn says. Sam nods his head and moves to follow her, but she stops him. "Take a shower first. You smell."
"You've been around Dean too much," Sam says with no real heat in his words.
"So I've been told," Gracilynn says, her smile growing.
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