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Gracilynn looks up from where she's sprawled out on Bobby's couch, back leaning against one couch arm and her legs barely long enough to let her feet reach Sam, reading one of the new magazines her dad picked up for her on their way to Bobby's. There was a knock at the door and Bobby disappears to see who it is. Dean walks into the living room from the kitchen with his beer and gently hits Gracilynn a couple times on the shoulder to get her to move. She rolls her eyes but moves down the couch and Dean sits where she was sitting. Gracilynn leans back against him and props her feet onto Sam's lap as Bobby walks into the room with two woman. As if it's second nature, Sam lifts his arms to allow Gracilynn to put her feet on his lap.

"Boys," Bobby says, nodding to the newcomers. Gracilynn raises an eyebrow, looking up at him. "And girl."

"Hey Ellen. Jo," Dean says from his seat.

"Hey," Sam says.

"Boys," Ellen says in a way of greeting, eyeing Gracilynn. "How're things going?"

"Just peachy," Dean says, then noticing where Ellen and Jo are looking. "Guys, this is my daughter, Gracilynn. Gracilynn, this is Ellen and her daughter Jo."

"Hey," Gracilynn says, grinning over at them.

"Hey," Ellen and Jo say at the same time, surprised at the revelation of Dean having a kid. Well, maybe not so much as him having a kid but more him having a kid with him. Ellen looks back at the men. "So, do we have a plan to get the colt or are we just gonna go in half-cocked like you boys like to do?"

"I still don't see why I couldn't have gone with them," Gracilynn grouches from the couch. Bobby rolls his eyes and Ellen smirks.

"Couldn't tell who her dad is could ya?" Ellen says to Bobby quietly. Bobby smirks and nods his agreement and then looks over towards Gracilynn.

"Quite your poutin' and come over here," Bobby calls out, "You're as bad as your father."

"Is that a bad thing?" Gracilynn says grumpily, walking over to the kitchen table and slouching in one of the chairs.

"In this case, yes," Bobby replies, looking at her upset face. He sighs, "You know damn well why you can't go."

"Age should have nothing to do with it," Gracilynn grumbles.

"You know that's not the real reason your daddy said you couldn't go. That place is gonna to be crawlin' with demons and Cas can't get in to help them. It's not safe," Bobby says, earning a glare from Gracilynn.

"I'm not incompetent. I can help," Gracilynn argues. Bobby smirks.

"Does your daddy know your usin' those kinda words?" he asks.

"Uncle Bobby," Gracilynn says in warning. Bobby shakes his head.

"Listen, all I'm sayin' is your daddy doesn't wanna lose you and he ain't gonna put you in harms way if he doesn't hafta," Bobby says.

"He can't protect me forever ya know," Gracilynn argues back.

"No," Ellen says, smiling gently and putting a hand up to halt Bobby, "But he'll learn to give you room to stretch your wings. Take it from someone who has a daughter a lot like you. Whether Dean Winchester wants to or not, he'll have to learn to at least do that."

"Are we talking about the same Dean Winchester?" Gracilynn asks, earning a chuckle from both Ellen and Bobby. A phone begins to ring and Bobby pulls out his cell phone and answers it.

"You idjits get it?" he says into the phone, "Good."

Bobby listens for a moment and then smirks, looking over at Gracilynn.

"Yeah, hold on," he says, moving the bottom part of the phone away from his mouth. "Your daddy says to stop complainin' and look up any info you can find about Carthage, Missouri."

"Dude! Research duty! First, I have to stay here and now he's putting me on research duty?!" Gracilynn exclaims. Bobby snorts and starts talking into the phone again.

"Ya hear that?" Bobby asks Dean. He listens for a moment and chuckles glancing at Gracilynn in the process, noticing her standing up with her arms crossed, chuckling a little more as Dean had just said she was probably standing exactly that way. "Yeah, sounds good. See ya soon."

Bobby hangs up the phone and puts it on the table. He turns and looks over at Gracilynn who hasn't changed her position all that much. He shakes his head and smiles to himself.

"Your daddy says if you don't knock it off he'll put ya on research duty for the next month," Bobby says firmly.

"Awesome," Gracilynn says, "That won't last long. He'll prolly be dead by then anyway."

Gracilynn turns around and all but stomps over to her uncle's computer back and begins setting up the laptop. Bobby watches her with a raised eyebrow. He looks over at Ellen who has a matching expression.

"She really isn't this cranky usually," Bobby says quietly, "She's so much like her father it's scary. I don't know where this is coming from."

"I think I might," Ellen replies just as quietly. Bobby looks at her curiously. "You say she's a lot like Dean?"

"Yeah," Bobby answers, not sure where she's going with this.

"What does Dean do when he's scared?" Ellen asks.

"He gets angry," Bobby says, "But what…"

"Exactly what she said," Ellen says, cutting Bobby off, "She's scared he's going to die going after the damn devil. He and Sam are the only family she's got?"

"Yeah," Bobby says, understanding the sudden mood change, glancing over at Gracilynn looking intently at the computer screen and pushing buttons. Those boys had better live through this. For Gracilynn's sake. And his.

Sam and Dean are sitting on opposite sides of Bobby's desk, each with a beer bottle. Gracilynn is lying on the couch listening to her ipod.

"It's gotta be a trap right?" Sam asks, looking over at Gracilynn to make sure she can't hear them.

"Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never," Dean answers, glancing at Gracilynn to make sure himself.

"Thank you again for your continued support," Sam says.

"You're welcome," Dean replies as they clink beer bottles together.

"You know, trap or no trap, we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?" Dean says, still eyeing Gracilynn.

"Yeah, I suppose," Sam says as Dean looks back over at him.

"Besides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out. I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this," Dean says, pushing the papers Gracilynn found for them, "There's been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday. I think the devil's there."

"Okay," Sam says.

"Look, when you think about it...you can't come with," Dean says, looking directly at Sam.

"Dean," Sam says after rolling his eyes.

"Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch, okay. We've lost a game piece. That we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart," Dean says. There is a sharp intake of breath and Dean's eyes automatically go over to Gracilynn. Sam catches on and turns his head to look at his niece as well. They watch her for a minute but there is no other movement or sound coming from her. Dean narrows his eyes.

"Since when have we ever done anything smart?" Sam asks, still watching his niece.

"I'm serious Sam," Dean says, finally looking over at his brother.

"So am I," Sam replies, looking back at Dean. "Haven't we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it together."

They look at each other for a long moment. Dean looks away first, resting his gaze on his daughter. He watches her, thinking for a moment.

"Okay," he says, "But it's a stupid friggin' idea."

Dean looks past Sam, his attention being caught by Cas, Ellen, and Jo. Sam turns and looks himself.

"Boy, talk about stupid ideas," Sam says.

"Good God. True that," Dean says, eyeing Jo. He gets up and goes over to the refrigerator where she is rummaging, her butt prominent. Sam smirks, shaking his head, his attention turning back to his niece. He knows she heard their conversation and if he knows, Dean definitely knew. He walks over to the couch and, lifting up her legs sits down, setting her legs back down on his lap, watching his brother flirt with Jo.

"Don't worry," Sam whispers loud enough for her to hear, "I've got his back."

Sam looks down at his niece, seeing her eyes open, watching him. He gives her a small smile and squeezes her leg for reassurance.

"Thanks," she whispers back.

"Everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner," Bobby calls from the adjoining room.

"Oh come on, Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken," Ellen says, coming into the room.

"Here, here," Sam says from the couch.

"Shut up. You're drinking my beer," Bobby counters. Castiel enters the room while Bobby finishes fiddling with the camera on the tripod. Sam sighs and pats his niece on the leg, getting up and then helping her up. Bobby wheels backwards towards the group getting situated in position, Gracilynn in front of her dad between Ellen and Jo. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by."

The whole group smiles as they finish up getting situated.

"Ha! Always good to have an optimist around," Ellen remarks.

"Bobby's right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth," Cas says stoically. Gracilynn sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes wide, not realizing she has grabbing a hold of her dad's shirt. Everyone else's smiles disappear and the camera flashes.

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