Here's a quick chapter for ya'll. It's shorter but I wanted to give you another chapter seeing as how the previous one took so long. Hope you like it!

Gracilynn looks up from the computer in front of her to see her dad walk into the motel room. She gives him a confused look; she hadn't expected him back for at least another hour. Her confused grows at the hesitant look her dad gives her.

"You all right?" she asks.

"Uh…yeah. We…uh…have to go meet Sam," Dean says, picking up her coat and tossing it to her. Gracilynn catches it, but doesn't put it on just yet.

"You're okay though right? You're not having a mental breakdown or anything?" Gracilynn asks, eyeing her dad carefully.

"No, why…" Dean asks, but stops himself, not really sure he wants to know the truth.

"Well, I never know," Gracilynn says. "I mean between the job and everything else, every time the door opens I hold my breath. You're barely holding it together it's only a matter of time before I catch you in a breakdown. Hell, I just wait for the day that I'm gonna find out my fear of only having five years with you comes true and your lying on the ground dead. Torn up and bloody. Not that you care 'cause I really don't think I'm enough to keep you around. Every time I turn around your taking unnecessary risks to save others, especially Uncle Sam, completely clueless to the fact that you do have another Winchester in your life that loves you."

Gracilynn's eyes grow wide and her hand instantly covers her mouth. Shit, shit, shit. I didn't want to say that. Dean watches his daughter immediately cover her mouth after her diatribe, seeing the panic in her eyes. He bites his cheek, trying to control the emotions rising up. What she had said hurt. Not because she had told him he was barely holding it together, because he knew he was barely holding it together. Not because of anything to do with him; but because he realized just how much his daughter truly worries about him. And more importantly, the fact she thinks she not good enough to for him to stick around. He never wanted her to think that; he just tended not to think when his family was in danger, her included.

"I…I didn't…" Gracilynn says, shaking her head. "I didn't mean that. I…I don't know why I said that."

Suddenly, it hits Gracilynn and her eyes grow wide, this time in recognition.

"You're cursed," she says. "But…how?"

"You're guess is as good as mine," Dean says, trying to brush Gracilynn's honesty trip off for the time being. They were definitely going to be having a talk about this. "Come on, we have to go meet Sam."

Gracilynn nods her head and throws her jacket on trying to forget everything she just aired out to her dad. They walk out to the Impala and Gracilynn stops next to the passenger door. Dean looks over at her quizzically.

"Hey, dad?" she says.

"Yeah?" Dean replies.

"I'm sorry, I didn't…"

"Don't worry about it. It's the curse that's it," Dean says, opening his door.

"Yeah, well, then you shouldn't call Lisa, 'cause she's really pissed at you," Gracilynn says, then freezes when she realizes what she said.

"What?" Dean asks. "How do you know that?"

"I called her," Gracilynn answers, not being able to stop herself but really hoping she shuts up soon. "After the Morozko case when we went to that diner and I stayed out in the Impala. We talked and she told me that she didn't know what the hell was going on but that she couldn't overlook the fact that you pushed Ben. I tried to explain that you were just protecting them but she had said that if it was dangerous then she didn't understand why you went there and she was having a really hard time sorting through everything right now."

Dean just looks at his daughter, not sure if he wants to yell at her for going behind his back and calling Lisa or if he wants to walk away and deal with the sudden emotions rising up once again.

"I think you should stop asking me questions," Gracilynn says softly, practically begging her dad. Dean doesn't say anything, just climbs into the car and shuts the door, starting up the vehicle. Gracilynn closes her eyes and pushes the emotions back down, cursing the curse on her dad. She opens her eyes and climbs into the car herself, shutting the door just as her dad squeals off.

Dean pulls up to Carlton Court and parks the Impala. Just as he shuts the car off, his phone rings. Dean looks at the caller ID and sees its Lisa. He looks over at Gracilynn and she takes the look as a hint. She climbs out of the Impala and shuts the door behind her, leaning up against the side of the car.

"Hey," Dean says into the phone, after Gracilynn gets out.

"So... I saw you called," Lisa says.

"Yeah, it's been crazy," Dean replies.

"Ben won't even talk about it," Lisa says, cutting right to the point.

"Lisa, I'm sorry, but this is actually the... worst time in the universe to talk. C-can we do this later?" Dean says regrettably.

"You shoved my kid, Dean. How about we do this now?" Lisa challenges.

"It wasn't like that," Dean defends.

"So, I've heard," Lisa replies. "Why don't you explain how it was then?"

"I can't really explain," Dean says.

"You want to know the truth?" Lisa asks.

"Probably not," Dean replies, not liking where this conversation is going.

"You've got so much buried in there, and you push it down. Do you honestly think that you can go through life like that and not freak out? Just, what, drink half a fifth a night and you're good? You're daughters' so used to seeing you like this it doesn't even phase her anymore. In fact, she's going down the same road," Lisa says.

"You knew what you signed up for," Dean counters.

"Yeah. But I didn't expect Sam to come back. And I'm glad he's okay. I am. But the minute he walked through that door, I knew. It was over. You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I've ever seen and you're daughter's following in both your footsteps. And as long as he's in your life, you're never gonna be happy," Lisa continues, then, realizes what she's said. "That came out so much harsher than I meant."

"It's not your fault," Dean says, knowing it's the curse.

"I'm not saying don't be close to Sam. I'm close to my sister. But if she got killed, I wouldn't bring her back from the dead!" Lisa adds.

"Okay, Lis... I'm not gonna lie. Okay, me and Sam, we... we've got issues. No doubt. But you and Ben…" Dean says, but Lisa cuts her off.

"Me and Ben can't be in this with you. I'm sorry," Lisa cuts in, hanging up the phone and effectively ending the conversation. Dean stares at the phone for a minute before gaining control of his emotions and climbing out of the car. Gracilynn looks over at him and can tell he doesn't want to talk about it by the fact that he's not even looking over at her.

"You ready?" Dean asks, already heading into the building.

"Yeah," Gracilynn says, following after her dad.

Dean and Gracilynn walk up the stairs and end up running into Sam making his way down the stairs.

"Hey, where you been? I found something," Sam says.

"It can wait. We got to talk," Dean says determinedly.

"Yeah. What's up?" Sam says as the three Winchesters walk back down the stairs.

"There's a few things I want to ask you, and, uh, you're gonna tell me the truth," Dean says blatantly. Gracilynn hangs back a step behind but makes sure she can still hear the whole conversation.

"Uh, yeah, Dean. Of course. What are you talking about? Whoa. Are you saying you're..." Sam asks, realization dawning on him, looking back to Gracilynn for confirmation. Gracilynn nods her head and Sam looks back at Dean and waits for him to continue.

"I asked for the truth. And you know what? I'm getting it. So, like I said, I have a few questions for you. When that vamp attacked me, why did you just stand there?" Dean asks. Sam falters slightly but ends up giving Dean the puppy dog eyes. Gracilynn's own eyes narrow.

"I…I didn't. I froze," Sam replies.

"You froze. You have been Terminator since you got back," Dean points out.

"I don't know. Shock? And then it was too late. I feel terrible about it. Believe me. Dean... I can't lie here. Do you really think I would let something like that happen on purpose? You're my brother. H…how could you even…" Sam says. Gracilynn bites her tongue, not sure if she truly believes Sam.

"Okay. Okay. Sorry. I...I thought… I thought I saw something. I... I guess I was wrong. It's just been a really, really bad day," Dean says.

"Hey. It's okay. I got your back, all right? I always have," Sam replies.

"Thanks, Sammy," Dean says. Sam nods his head and then turns and walks away. Gracilynn steps up next to her dad and watches her uncle walk away.

"You believe him?" Gracilynn asks, not taking his eyes from her uncle.

"I'm cursed. He has to tell the truth right?" Dean says not real sure himself.

"Right," Gracilynn says, unconvincingly, "Of course."

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