AN: Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

Sam walks down the stairs, taking in the scene before him, noticing Dean standing at a fuse box with a scowl on his face and Gracilynn leaning up against the wall with a smirk on hers.

"Did you strip enough wire?" Sam asks his brother as he walks over to him.

"Yes, I stripped enough wire," Dean says, annoyance in his tone.

"All right," Sam says, not pushing it.

"You sure about that dad?" Gracilynn asks, her smirk growing.

"Next time, she can stay with you," Dean grumbles to Sam. Sam smirks, only imagining what his niece had been doing to his brother, and now understanding the scowl on Dean's face. Sam attaches cables to the stripped wires and electricity crackles to life and the lights turn on.

"See? Told you," Dean says before shutting the fuse box and heading up the stairs.

"Did you dad? Did you really tell him?" Gracilynn asks, a smirk very evident on her face. Dean stops and turns slightly to face her, narrowing his eyes at her.

"What's going on with you?" he asks.

"I'm bored," Gracilynn says matter-of-factly, shrugging a shoulder. Dean huffs.

"If you don't knock it off, I'm kicking you outside in the cold," Dean replies, pointing a finger at her. Gracilynn's smirk grows.

"Will you dad? Will you…" Gracilynn begins but Dean's growl interrupts her as he turns and all but runs up the stairs. Sam tries to hold in his laughter but Gracilynn sees it, sending him a smile and shrugging a shoulder. Sam shakes his head and puts a hand in the air, which Gracilynn high-fives and the two of them walk up the stairs to what would've been the living room in the rundown house. Bobby walks in to the house as Sam takes a seat at the table. Bobby, Dean, and Gracilynn stand around it and Sam begins pulling papers and his laptop out of his bag.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" Bobby says, glancing around the room, noticing the meager furnishings.

"Yeah. Well, Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light on anymore," Sam says, leaning back in his chair and lifting his arms in a shrug before dropping them.

"Well, I'm taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's Bible on this. Everybody's out to get you - paranoia is just plain common sense," Bobby points out.

"Weeks, guys. Weeks. We've been living with cold showers, cold Hot Pockets, cold freaking everything. I mean, this is the bottom that we're living in. You guys get that, right?" Dean complains, walking around the table, but still keeping eye-contact with the other hunters.

"How many big mouths are out there, running card traces, like Chet, or hunting us down God knows what ways? No, now's not the time to be laying our bed rolls out on the grid. Not if we can help it," Bobby says firmly, meeting Dean's gaze and holding it steady.

"Yeah, no offense but I really don't feel like getting you two out of jail…again," Gracilynn says, putting her hands on the back of one of the chairs and leaning on them, giving her dad and uncle a pointed look.

"You haven't gotten us out of…" they begin but Gracilynn and Bobby raises their eyebrows and they stop talking. The lights flicker and go out and Sam reaches over, turning on a battery powered lamp.

"That's just great. This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere, and we're on our third 'The World's Screwed' issue in, what, three years? We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already," Dean complains some more, walking over to the couch and taking a seat on it.

"At least you got your family," Gracilynn says with a phony smile and cheerful voice. Dean glares at you and points at her.

"I'm duct taping your mouth shut in your sleep tonight," he says with a scowl.

"Someone's got to do it," Sam puts in, diverting his brother's focus away from Gracilynn. She had been doing everything in her power to annoy him the past few days, not that Dean didn't deserve a taste of his own medicine, but they had to deal with this now.

"Someone's got to do it," Sam says, looking over at his brother.

"What if the bus wants to go over the cliff?" Dean asks, clearly thinking about this.

"You think the world wants to end?" Sam asks skeptically.

"I think that if we didn't take its belt and all its pens away each year that, yeah, the whole enchilada woulda offed itself already," Dean admits.

"Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You're gonna hurt your head," Bobby says. He didn't have a smirk, but they knew he was kidding by the gleam in his eyes. Dean reaches over and takes a beer out of the cooler and lies down on the couch, head resting on the arm of it. "So, what's the guff?"

Bobby pulls out a chair and takes a seat next to Sam. Sam pulls the pile of papers he had taken out of his bag and slides them over to Bobby as he explains the situation.

"Well, uh, there've been a rash of sightings all over the southern pine barrens…a strange, fast-moving, human-like creature. Locals even have a name for it," Sam says. The papers read 'JERSEY DEVIL REPORTED!' and on it there is a picture of a creature with wings and webbed feet that is standing upright and on two legs. Gracilynn scrunches her nose and, enjoying the research as much as her father and having seen all of this already, walks over to the couch and sits on the floor in front of it. Dean takes a sip of his beer and smirks, flicking his daughters' ear. Gracilynn turns her head and shoots him a glare which he answers with a grin.

"The Jersey Devil? I thought that was just local tall-tale crap," Bobby says, his eyebrows furrowed and looking up from the paper to Sam. Sam continues talking, flipping through the pile of papers for Bobby to see.

"The area's history of sightings goes back more than two centuries. Some accounts gave it bat wings, others horns, a...a tail," he explains, raising his eyebrows at the last image. He turns to another print-out, raising his eyebrows again. "And, uh, oh yeah, a horse's head."

"Of course, the sketch looks more like a Chewbacca head," Dean says waving a hand before taking another sip from his beer.

"Sounds kind of mixed up," Bobby says looking between the three Winchesters.

"Yeah, kind of like it should be fighting a Japanese robot," Dean replies, hanging on to his can of beer but resting it on Gracilynn's head. Gracilynn scowls and moves her head, but Dean's hand just follows it. Gracilynn huffs and slouches and crosses her arms. Dean smirks, thinking payback was fun.

"Well, mixed up or not, it sounds like it might just have a body count," Sam says, grabbing a news article and sliding it over to Bobby.

"'Camping high season harshed by human burrito'?" Bobby asks, reading the headline and raising his own eyebrow, looking over at Sam.

"Yeah. Something hung a camper up in a tree, then ate him alive right through his sleeping bag. His wife hasn't been seen, either. Plus, there have been four other missing persons reported in the last three weeks. State troopers…get this…are saying it's a rogue bear," Sam continues to explain, pointing at the article.

"Yeah, of course, when was the last time you saw a bear string up its own piñata?" Dean asks, pointing his beer at Bobby before taking another sip and resting it back on his daughter's head.

"Something's out there in the woods," Bobby begins, but before he can continue Gracilynn's voice interrupts him.

"And it's not Yogi," she says earning an eye roll from her uncle and a smirk from her father. While Dean's occupied, Gracilynn reaches up and grabs his beer can earning a protest from him. She takes a swig and holds it up over her head. Dean grabs it from her and flicks her ear again and taking a sip again himself.

"Hey, we're going honest to goodness wilderness hunting. I haven't used my .30-30 in a while," Bobby says, shrugging thinking about going out in the woods.

"Okay, Davey Crockett, well, safari's gonna have to wait till tomorrow and after our suit-and-tie dance. We'll make sure this is not just some backwoods crackhead who likes to roll glampers," Dean points out, a grimace on his face and not looking forward to wearing their suits. Gracilynn grimaces herself.

"What the hell's a glamper?" Bobby asks, scrunching his face up.

"Sam?" Dean says, draining the rest of his beer and handing it to Gracilynn. Gracilynn rolls her eyes but takes the can anyways. Dean gets himself comfortable and closes his eyes, ready for a nap.

"High-end camper. TV, A.C., Wi-Fi. Back to nature, zero inconvenience," Sam explains to Bobby, a mocking smirk on his face.

"That's idiotic," Bobby scoffs.

"Yeah. Some people just don't know how to live," Sam says with a humorous smirk on his face and Gracilynn snorts, rolling her eyes.

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Gracilynn walks out of the house and over to the Camaro's trunk where Bobby is putting the bags inside. Gracilynn rests her hands on the top of the car and stares off into the trees. Bobby shuts the trunk and walks around the other side of the Camaro. Noticing Gracilynn staring off, he matches her pose on the opposite side of the car.

"What's eating at ya kid?" Bobby asks, drawing Gracilynn's attention back to the present. Gracilynn looks over at him, biting her bottom lip before sighing, looking down at her fingers.

"Uncle Bobby…you think…you think dad's okay?" Gracilynn asks, looking back up at him.

"Why would you ask that? Shouldn't you be more worried about your uncle?" Bobby replies, raising an eyebrow. Gracilynn shrugs.

"Uncle Sam's been honest with us. Telling us how it is. He's still seeing Lucifer but, right now, he's able to keep a lid on it. Dad…he's different. He's been different since Cas and…stuff," Gracilynn replies, looking off into the trees again, absently playing with her nails. Bobby studies her for a moment and eventually speaks up.

"Yer daddy know you're worrying about him?" he asks, a smirk playing at his lips. Gracilynn shifts her gaze to Bobby.

"Maybe he shouldn't do things to make me worry then," Gracilynn replies, her jaw stiffening. Bobby sighs.

"Yer daddy's gonna be different. He's been through a lot. Hell, we're all different. You're different from when you first came on board. People go through life. They change. Yer daddy will get through this just like he always does. And if he can't, he's got you and Sam to help him," Bobby says, holding Gracilynn's gaze the whole time. Gracilynn sighs and averts her gaze to her fingers.

"And you," she says, not looking away from her hands. Bobby smiles softly.

"And me," he replies. Gracilynn looks back up at him, catching his gaze one last time.

"Thanks for that," she says. Bobby shrugs and waves the comment off with one of his hands. Gracilynn leans forward slightly. "I'm serious. You're the closest thing I have to a grandfather."

"What? Old and surly?" Bobby says with a smirk. Gracilynn doesn't bite.

"He was bastard. You actually care. You've always been there for either one of us whenever we needed you. Other than dad and Uncle Sam, you're the only family I got left. I just…" Gracilynn says, trailing off and staring off towards the house. Bobby waits for her to continue. He's not disappointed. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost either one of you."

Bobby's jaw sets and he stares directly at her, waiting for her to look back at him. Gracilynn feels him staring at her and turns to look at him, seeing the determination in his eyes.

"Now, we don't need you talking like that so you can just stop right there. You Winchester's start talking like that and you end up doing something stupid. Like make a deal or whatever else in the long line of stupid you three have done. That's never the answer, ya hear?" Bobby says, firmly holding her gaze. Gracilynn swallows and nods her head. "Good, 'cause there's no way in hell I'm dealing with that."

Bobby pushes himself off from the car and walks around it to meet Gracilynn who hasn't moved. He leans his back up against the side of the car next to her.

"Yer daddy and uncle are the closest thing I've got to sons. And you're the closest I've got to a grandchild. So, this…" Bobby says, gesturing towards them and the house where Dean and Sam are, "goes both ways."

"Thanks Uncle Bobby," Gracilynn says nodding her head. Before he knows it, Gracilynn has enveloped Bobby in a hug which he returns, giving her a tight squeeze.

AN: Please review! Also, would like your feedback on an idea. I have been getting ideas for some short stories (one, two, three-shots) to write that, I guess, would be considered fanfiction of my Gracilynn fanfiction. So, they'd take place throughout my previous stories. What does everyone think about this idea? Let me know!