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Gracilynn lies in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. They were in Buffalo, New York and even though they found some answers, they acquired more questions. Like the fact that her uncle had no soul but Samuel does. Or how Samuel is capturing Alphas for Crowley for God knows what. Or the fact that Crowley pulled both Uncle Sam and Samuel out of hell and that Samuel knew this and didn't say anything when they went to see him. Oh, and did she mention the fact that they were now working for Crowley in order to get Uncle Sam's soul back? Gracilynn sighs. And the last hunt they just finished here? Well, after seeing a skinwalker take the shape of the family dog she will never look at a dog the same way again. In fact, she'll never look at a pet the same way again. Just the thought of any animal being a man and watching her…A shiver runs down Gracilynn's back. Talk about creepy. Not to mention the fact that all of the skinwalkers were just waiting for a signal to attack. Gracilynn looks over at one of the beds and sees her uncle laying in it. She knew he wasn't sleeping; he had said he didn't sleep. Which meant he was watching them which was just as creepy as the damn skinwalker pets. Gracilynn looks back up at the ceiling and bites her bottom lip. She though back to what the three of them had talked about earlier today. Hearing her uncle say he didn't care about them hurt. Much more than she thought it would considering this wasn't really her uncle. Even still, it was his body, his voice that said it. Gracilynn hears Sam's sheets rustle as he shifts on his bed. Gracilynn rolls over to face her dad's bed, curling herself up in her blankets. They were going to get Sam back. She would make sure of that.

"I think I found us a job," Sam says, clicking a couple buttons on his computer. Dean and Gracilynn look up from their magazines. It was only ten in the morning and they were supposed to be taking the day off after the skinwalker hunt. Gracilynn wasn't buying it. She hadn't been sleeping well and last night was no exception and she knew her dad knew about it. She knew the reason he suggested taking the day off was to allow her to rest up before they went off on another hunt.

"Yeah?" Dean asks with mild curiosity, glancing over at his daughter. Gracilynn doesn't miss it and just rolls her eyes.

"Yeah. A bunch of people were found murdered in their apartments, kids and adults alike," Sam asks.

"All murdered the same way?" Gracilynn asks, intrigued.

"Yeah, all beaten to death," Sam says.

"So, some psycho is targeting these people," Dean replies.

"All the doors and windows were locked. How would they have gotten in?" Sam counters. Dean sighs.

"Where is it?" Dean asks. "It better not be too far…"

"Niagara Falls, New York," Sam interrupts. "Only about a fifteen, twenty minute drive from here."

"All right. I guess we're going to see one of the seven wonders," Dean sighs, climbing off the couch and beginning to pack his bag. He was hoping they'd be able to rest for a day or so. Gracilynn hadn't been sleeping too well and he wanted her to get a chance to catch up on her rest.

"You think we can actually go see it afterwards?" Gracilynn asks, trying not to get her hopes up. Dean looks up at her and sees the almost hidden hope in her eyes.

"I don't see why not," he says. He might not be able to give her the white picket fence, puppy, and apple-pie life but he could at least allow her these little moments.

"Awesome," Gracilynn whispers under her breath, grinning to herself. Dean can't help the smile that plays over his lips at the silent cheer. Yup, definitely worth it.

Dean lays on his horn for what seemed to be the tenth time since they arrived in Niagara Falls.

"Seriously! How do these people pass their drivers' test!" he yells. He was gripping the steering wheel in aggravation and the scowl on his face seemed to be permanently put on his face. He puts on his breaks and curses under his breath as another car cuts in front of him only to make a right hand turn moments later. "Really?! 'Cause waiting the two point five seconds longer to get to the street was so horrible you had to cut me off!"

"Dean, relax," Sam says, trying to calm his brother down.

"Sam! It's not like I'm going slow. The speed limits 30 through here and I'm going 35," Dean says.

"Do you want me to drive?" Sam asks, the only answer a stony glare from his brother. Sam puts his hands up in surrender. "Okay, just asking."

"I could drive," Gracilynn offers only to get the same stony glare from her father. "Never mind."

"Just help me find a damn motel," Dean growls. The sooner he got off the road the less chance he had of shooting someone. Although, from the looks of half the people around them, he supposed they'd be packing as well.

"There's a whole bunch of them coming up," Sam points out and Dean pulls into one that looks affordable.

"Caravan Motel? Really?" Gracilynn asks with a quirk of her eyebrow. Dean gives her a look and Gracilynn shuts her mouth.

"Stay here while I get us a room," Dean says, parking the Impala. He exits the vehicle and heads into the office area. Minutes later, Dean comes back out and drives the Impala and parks it in front of Room number six. The three Winchesters climb out of the car and grab their bags, Sam and Gracilynn following Dean inside the room. Gracilynn looks around and notices there are only two beds in the room.

"There's only two beds," Gracilynn points out.

"I don't need one so it's fine," Sam chimes in.

"Right," Gracilynn agrees none too enthusiastically. Sam throws his bag on the floor by the wall and sits at the table, pulling out his computer and beginning to do some more research on the job. Gracilynn and Dean toss their own bags onto their respective beds .

"I'm gonna go grab something to eat," Dean announces, pulling his keys back out. Gracilynn's head jolts up.

"I'm coming with you," she says, grabbing her coat and heading out the door before her dad can protest.

"Uh…okay, I guess she's coming with me," Dean says. Sam nods his head and waves them off without looking up from his computer. Dean wants to say something but bites his tongue and exits the room, shutting the door behind him. He climbs into the Impala and starts her up, driving onto the road and down the street, looking for a fast food restaurant they can stop at. Gracilynn looks over at her dad, seeing him looking annoyed.

"What?" she asks.

"What what?" Dean counters, not sure what his daughter is asking.

"You look aggravated," Gracilynn points out, "Not that that's new but…"

"Ha-ha," Dean replies, not answering Gracilynn's question.

"Is it Sam?" Gracilynn asks. Dean doesn't say anything, just puts on his blinker and waits for the road to clear to pull into Denny's. It wasn't fast food but it was definitely way better. Gracilynn sighs. Dean looks over at her and sighs himself.

"Yeah, it's Sam," Dean answers, looking at traffic and finally making the left turn into Denny's parking lot.

"And?" Gracilynn prods.

"I don't know," Dean says, not really wanting to unload his problems onto his daughter. Gracilynn senses this and calls him out on it.

"Ya know, Sam might be your brother but he's my uncle too," Gracilynn says. Dean looks over at her with a confused expression. "Which means this soulless thing isn't your problem, it's our problem."

"Yeah, I know," Dean sighs. "It's just…It's like working with a damn robot."

"Yeah," Gracilynn says, looking out the windshield of the parked Impala. "But…"

Dean looks over at her when she doesn't continue.

"But what?" he asks, noticing her biting her bottom lip.

"Even though he's soulless, I still think there is some part of Uncle Sam in him still," Gracilynn continues. She looks over at her dad.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"I mean, this past year? When Sam was 'gone'? When I said I saw him," Gracilynn tries to explain.

"Yeah, about that. When exactly did you see him?" Dean asks.

"Um…that night I spilled the drink all over the table at Lisa's," Gracilynn starts.

"Wait, the first week we were there?" Dean asks.

"Yeah," Gracilynn answers.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Dean asks, getting angry.

"'Cause I just thought I was seeing things; ya know, just missing him too much," Gracilynn bites back.

Dean bites his tongue. He would've done the same thing so no sense in starting an argument over it. He looks over at Gracilynn and sees her watching him carefully.

"Okay, so when else?" he asks.

"One time when I was in class. I could've sworn I saw him standing across the street watching me through the window," Gracilynn answers. "And then when we were on the bus leaving for our Junior trip."

Dean sighs and rubs a hand over his face. Gracilynn looks out the window before turning back to her dad when he speaks up.

"So because of this you think some small part of Sammy is in there still," Dean says. Gracilynn shrugs.

"It makes sense. I mean he said it the other day. He doesn't give a shit about us," Gracilynn says.

"Language," Dean says. Gracilynn rolls her eyes.

"He doesn't care what happens; he's going through the motions. But if that was the case then he wouldn't have stopped by. He would've left us well-enough alone. It was almost like a small part of him knew he had to watch out for us," Gracilynn says.

"You really believe that?" Dean says. Gracilynn thinks about this, watching her dad for a moment before answering.

"I have to," she says, exiting the Impala and heading into the restaurant.

"I hope you're right kiddo," Dean says, exiting the Impala himself and following his daughter into the building.

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