Here's the next chapter! Hope ya'll enjoy it!
"Find anything?" Dean asks Sam as he sits down at the table and puts his phone next to him.
"Yeah, actually, I did," Sam answers. "Supposedly, Jonathon Barnes was a pivotal member of society. He donated to a lot of different places. And I guess even then he still had money left over to donate to his liquor cabinet. There are tons of articles on here about him. All of them good. Then, they get into Christy's disappearance and how the cops were questioning him, but they never found anything."
"Well, I found out something too," Dean says, "Called a close friend of Christy's. She said that it didn't seem like the cops looked into Barnes too hard. She figured it was because he donated all that money to the town. She believed it was him all along, still does. She knew all about him being a closet drunk and how he would hit Christy when he got plastered. She believes daddy dearest got a little too rough one night and hit her too hard. Killed her then buried the body in the yard some place."
"It's as good a place as any," Sam says, closing his laptop, "We want to go now before it gets dark?"
"Yeah," Dean says, getting up. Sam follows his lead. "Gracie, let's go."
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"I can't believe we found crap," Gracilynn says, entering the motel room.
"Guess the cops looked after all," Sam says.
"Or they were just lucky," Dean says, dropping onto his bed.
"So, where else could he have hidden the body?" Gracilynn asks.
"I'll have to keep looking. See if I can find anything else," Sam says, sitting at his computer at the table. There's a thump as Dean falls back onto the bed, lying down his arms over his head, eyes closed. Gracilynn watches him for a minute then sits across from her uncle.
"It'd have to be some place he had control over. Otherwise someone would have found something by now," she says.
"Not if he buried her in a field or something," Dean says in disgust.
"I think Gracilynn's right," Sam says, "If it was anywhere else in the town I think someone would have spotted something out of place; like a fresh mound of dirt. If Jonathan Barnes was as big a person in the town as the papers make him out to be, everyone would've been looking for anything out of the ordinary. Some would've even made innocent things into a lead."
"So, look into the dad again. See if he owned any other property. Or at someone in the family," Dean says.
"Way ahead of you bro," Sam says, typing into his computer. About ten minutes later, a grin appears on Sam's face. "Jonathan Barnes purchased a cabin up in the woods just outta town five years ago. My bet is he dumped the body there."
"Let's go then," Gracilynn says, getting up and ready to leave. Dean sits back up.
"What's your hurry. It's already dark out, not much we can see up there now," Dean says.
"You know, there are these new inventions call flashlights," Gracilynn says, grabbing their bag of tools and walking out the door.
"Ya know, sometimes I really hate that she's developed my sense of humor," Dean says.
"And sarcasm," Sam adds, "Oh, and stubbornness. And antagonism. And being a smartass. And your temper. And…"
"Dude, are you done?" Dean asks, annoyed.
"How much time do we have?"
"I guess we're leaving now," Dean answers, getting up and walking towards the door.
"Then I guess I have to be."
"Bite me Sam."
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Dean pulls the Impala up the dirt driveway to the front of the cabin, which looked more like a log mansion. The three Winchesters look up at in through the windshield in awe. Sam makes the first move, opening the door and climbing out of the car. Dean breaks out of his trance at hearing the door open, looking over at his brother and exiting the car himself. Dean peers in the back window, seeing his daughter still checking out the house. He knocks on the window, causing her to jump slightly. He smirks as she looks over at him, giving him a dirty look. Dean opens the door and Gracilynn climbs out the car herself. Sam grabs the bag from the backseat and the three of them stand in front of the house in a line, looking around.
"Sam you go right. Gracilynn you come with me," Dean says, handing each of them a shot gun he had retrieved from the trunk. They accept them and Dean hangs onto his own gun, leading Gracilynn off to the left as Sam makes his way to the right. "Yell if you see anything."
Dean and Gracilynn sneak around the side of the building, hoping to find anything that might hint that there is a body buried there. Not seeing anything on the side of the cabin, they move their way to the backyard, Dean making sure Gracilynn is behind him at all times, much to her annoyance. Once in the back of the house, they begin searching diligently. Gracilynn breaks off and heads towards the outskirts of the yard, feeling her fathers' glare on her back for doing so. Dean decides to drop this fight and looks around near the house, still keeping an eye on his daughter as he does so. Gracilynn moves the bushes around and shines a flashlight on the ground. She notices a shed to her right and makes her way over to it. She walks around it, shining her flashlight on the ground around it. The light hits an area of disturbed dirt and she crouches down to take a look. Grass was starting to grow, but it was definitely way shorter that the rest of the ground around it and there was also dirt patches.
"Dad!" Gracilynn shouts towards her father. Dean looks up and sees his daughter checking out an area near a shed. There is a noise to his right and he sees Sam appear from the side of the house. Dean whistles, getting Sam's attention and then nods his head towards the shed. The brothers make their way over to Gracilynn and check out the area for themselves.
"Think it might be the spot?" Sam asks.
"Looks like it," Dean says, setting the bag down next to him. "I'll keep first watch, you two can dig."
"What?!" Gracilynn asks, surprised.
"Hey, you want to hunt, you have to do everything. Including digging up the bodies," Dean says, smirking at his daughter. Gracilynn sighs in annoyance.
"Fine," she says, picking up a shovel and beginning to dig, "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
"And you think we do?" Dean says, shining the flashlight at the ground so Gracilynn and Sam see where they are digging.
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A couple hours later finds Sam and Gracilynn keeping watch and Dean digging. Gracilynn is holding the flashlight into the hole so her father can see where he is digging while Sam is keeping a look out for the spirit. Dean hits something soft, recognizing a blanket of some sort. He looks up at Sam and Gracilynn.
"You find her?" Gracilynn asks.
"Think so," Dean says, looking back down at the dirt in front of him. He digs a little more until he has uncovered a human sized bundle. There is a sound above him and he looks up, noticing Sam and Gracilynn heard it too. They look around them trying to see what it was. Suddenly, to their right a female figure appears. Sam raises the gun to shoot her but before he does so, the spirit sends him flying through the air and into a tree. There is a second thump and, looking over, Sam sees his niece fall to the ground herself.
Dean sees Sam and Gracilynn start as they see something to their right. Sam brings up his gun but ends up flying through the air, Gracilynn following after him. Dean sees a spirit float by the hole towards his brother and daughter. Quickly, Dean climbs out of the hole and rummages through their bag, trying to find the salt and lighter fluid. Finding it he yanks them out, looking up a minute to see how his family is doing.
Sam looks up as the spirit floats towards them. He reaches for his gun but can't seem to find it. He looks behind the spirit, seeing Dean hop out of the hole and begin rummaging through their bag. Looking back at the spirit, he sees she's directly in front of him. Gracilynn also notices this and grabs her gun which has fallen a few feet from herself. Pointing it at the spirit, she pulls the trigger, dissipating the spirit.
Once he sees the spirit disappear, Dean begins pouring the lighter fluid onto the body, followed by the salt. Grabbing his Zippo, Dean intends to light it up only to have the spirit appear next to him, startling him enough to drop it. Next thing Dean knows is he is flying through the air himself, joining his brother on the ground. Sam finally sees where his gun is and intending on grabbing it, begins crawling towards it. The spirit disappears from the hole and reappears in front of the boys, shoving their bodies against their respective trees.
"Son of a Bitch," Dean mutters at the force shoving into him. Gracilynn realizes she's the only one who can reach the hole and begins army crawling towards it, not wanting the spirit to see her. Once there, she glances behind her, seeing the spirit dealing physical blows to her father and uncle, without ever actually touching them. She frantically searches the ground for the Zippo she saw her father drop, finally seeing it under a piece of wood. She grabs it and crawls the foot to the hole. Looking up at her family, she lights the Zippo and holds it over the body.
"Hey, asstard!" she yells, waiting for her to look her way. Once she does, Gracilynn smirks at her, dropping the Zippo into the hole, "Sayonara Bitch."
The body goes up in flames as the spirit of Christy Barnes makes a run at Gracilynn, going up in flames herself as Gracilynn covers her face. Once the spirit is gone, Gracilynn looks up and over at her dad and uncle, seeing them slowly get up on their feet. They look back over at her and the three of them sigh in relief.
Getting their things together, the trio makes their way back to the car. Dean throws the bag into the trunk and goes back over to the drivers' seat, standing there for a moment, fingering his keys. He looks up at his brother across from him and then over at his daughter standing next to him.
"Army crawling huh?" Dean asks her.
"Hey, it works in the movies," Gracilynn says.
"Yeah, good thing you're such a midget," Sam says smirking, "The spirit wasn't able to see you."
"Aw, thanks Uncle Sasquatch, that means a lot," Gracilynn says, sarcastically.
"Shorty," Sam counters back.
"Ginormo."
"Little person."
"Stretch," Gracilynn shoots back, following her dad's lead and climbing into the car.
"Munchkin," Sam says, climbing into the Impala himself.
"Yeti."
"Undersized," Sam counters as Dean starts up the car, shaking his head.
"Overgrown."
"Peewee."
"Gigantor."
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"Funsize," Sam says as they pull up to their motel room.
"Beanstalk," Gracilynn counters as they all get out of the car. Dean sighs, having heard every tall and short name in the book all the way back from the cabin.
"Oompa Loompa," Sam says grinning.
"That's a good one," Gracilynn says, giving her uncle credit. Gracilynn thinks and then a grin crosses her face, "Melman."
"Sm…Wait, what?" Sam asks, thrown off guard, "Who is Melman?"
"That's just something you'll have to find out," Gracilynn says, entering the room. Sam looks over at his brother.
"Who's Melman?"
"I don't know," Dean says, shaking his head and following after his daughter.
"Dude, seriously," Sam exclaims, following his family into the motel room "I am not getting outsmarted by a fifteen year old."
Hope you guys liked this chapter! Let me know what you think! The name war between Sam and Gracie I actually got from me and my sister. She's only 16 and is like 5' 10" at least and I'm 25 and 5'4". We ended up in a name war just like Sam and Gracie's and had my parents highly amused.