AN: Here's the next chapter! Again, I am putting a WARNING on this chapter for abuse. Thanks!

"You can't even hold the damn gun steady. How are you gonna hit me?" he says, taking another step forward. Gracilynn retreats backwards, gathering her courage.

"I'm sure you being a douchebag will help," she replies. Nick's stare darkens.

"You're pretty confident for a little kid whose mother can't help her and a deadbeat dad nowhere to be found," he says. Before Gracilynn realizes it, Nick charges at her. Gracilynn holds her breath, pulling the trigger…

Gracilynn bolts upright on the couch. Before she realizes it she has pulled the gun off the table next to her and has pointed it in front of her, emptying the clip. Gracilynn comes to and her eyes grow big, realizing what she has just done. She puts the safety on the gun and drops it on the couch, climbing off it, staring at it like it's going to bite her hand off. She is breathing heavy and she pulls her gaze from the gun and looks over at Bobby's kitchen wall. There are a handful of bullet holes in it. Gracilynn backs up and all but falls to the floor, sitting against the far wall, a sob escaping. She couldn't do this anymore; she was in way over her head. She was lucky she was home alone this time; but what if she wasn't next time? What if she shot her dad? Or Uncle Sam? Or Uncle Bobby? Gracilynn pulls out her phone seeing its late morning before she hits a button, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hey, you still pouting?" Dean voice comes over the phone. Gracilynn can hear the sounds of the Impala in the background. Gracilynn closes her eyes, trying to get her composure. She hated how her dad could bring her back to a nine year old just by talking to her; her just wanting him to fix everything.

"D…Dad?" Gracilynn says, cursing the quiver in her voice.

"What's wrong?" Dean asks, instantly picking up on the quiver in his daughter's voice. He looks over at Sam and shares a look with him.

"You almost home?" Gracilynn asks, controlling the tremor, but just slightly.

"We're a few hours out. What happened?" Dean answers, picking up on the fact his daughter hadn't answered the question.

"I can't…I can't do this anymore," Gracilynn says, a tear running down her face.

"Can't do what anymore? Gracie, what's going on?" Dean asks, a pit forming in his stomach. Without realizing it, he pushes on the gas pedal harder.

"You and Uncle Sammy said that if I ever needed to talk you'd…you'd be there right?" Gracilynn asks.

"Yeah, of course. Always," Dean says, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "Gracie…"

"Can you get here faster?" Gracilynn asks.

"We'll be there in an hour and a half," Dean says. Gracilynn lets out a relieved sigh. "Gracie?"

"Yeah," Gracilynn says.

"Don't do anything stupid, okay?" Dean says.

"I won't," Gracilynn says. There is a click announcing Gracilynn hanging up her end of the phone. Dean puts his phone away and looks over at his brother, pushing on the gas harder.

"Dean?" Sam asks.

"Gracie's in trouble. Something's wrong," Dean says.

"What? What happened?" Sam asks, a pit of his own forming in his stomach.

"I don't know. But she sounded pretty freaked out," Dean says.

"I'll call Bobby," Sam says, already taking out his phone.

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"Gracie!" "Smalls!"

Gracilynn looks up from her spot on the floor, hearing the front door open and her dad and uncle hurrying inside. She doesn't have to wait long for them to appear in the kitchen. The front door shuts and Bobby appears behind them. The three of them look around the room for her and Gracilynn looks over at Bobby.

"I'm sorry about your wall Uncle Bobby," Gracilynn says. The three hunters look over at her, having heard her speak. Bobby looks confused and Gracilynn glances at the wall opposite her in the kitchen. Bobby looks over and sees the bullet holes.

"Damn," Bobby says. Dean and Sam look over and see the bullet holes as well.

"Son of a Bitch," Dean and Sam say. Dean looks over at Gracilynn.

"Gracie, you okay? What happened?" he says, taking in her appearance and not seeing any injuries.

"I…I had another nightmare," Gracilynn explains.

"So, you decided to shoot up Bobby's house?" Dean asks.

"I…I thought … I thought it was real," Gracilynn says quietly.

"Smalls, what's it about?" Sam asks, coming into line with Dean. Gracilynn bites her bottom lip, focusing her stare on the gun on the couch. Dean and Sam glance in that direction and see the gun lying there. They look back at Gracilynn. Just when they think she's not going to say anything, she speaks up.

"Remember when I said that mom had some douchebag boyfriends?" Gracilynn asks, not looking away from the gun.

"Yeah," Dean and Sam answer. Dean moves closer to her.

"It was really just the one," Gracilynn says. "His name was Nick."

Dean forces a swallow, not sure he wants to hear this but knowing his daughter needs to talk about it. He walks up next to her and squats down in front of her.

"He was really nice in the beginning but then he started saying stuff. Putting mom down whenever he could. Started saying what a deadbeat you were. Then, one day he hit her. She made up some stupid excuse. It just got worse after that," Gracilynn continues. Bobby stays back, the story hitting too close to home. Sam's puppy dog eyes come out full force without realizing it. He walks over to his niece and brother and squats down next to Dean.

"Gracie…" Dean says, not sure what to say.

"Just let me finish. Please," Gracilynn begs. "It's hard enough already."

Dean nods his head in understanding.

"I was twelve. Mom was in the other room. And Nick was over. He was in one of his moods and he had been drinking. He was going on one of his rants about dead beat dads leaving the mother and kid and making some other guy clean up his mess. I…I told him to shut up. He got mad and threw the beer bottle he had on the ground and hit me. I cut my arm on a piece of the broken bottle on the way down," Gracilynn continues. Dean all but growls, wanting to find this guy and kill him. Sam wasn't too far behind him, his puppy dog eyes turning deadly very quickly. "He hit me a couple more times before mom was able to get to him. She begged him to stop but he wouldn't. He went to hit me again and she hit him in the back with a frying pan."

By now, the words are just spilling out of Gracilynn's mouth. She doesn't dare stop for fear of not being able to continue if she does.

"Nick went after her and dragged her upstairs and started to beat her. I could hear mom begging him to stop but he wouldn't. I knew he'd come back for me after so I went to the safe in our closet and grabbed the gun and loaded it up," Gracilynn goes on, tears running down her face now. "I turned around and he was right there. I told him to stay back but he kept coming towards me. He charged at me and…and I…I shot him."

"Gracie," Dean says, trying to push his anger down. "You did what you had to do."

"Five," Gracilynn says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I shot him five times," Gracilynn says, then adds, "I wanted to make sure…"

"It's okay Smalls…" Sam says.

"No, it's not!" Gracilynn shouts. "I killed him. I killed a human, and…and I don't feel sorry."

Gracilynn finally looks up at her dad and uncle. They looked angry underneath everything, but they also looked sympathetic and there was no accusation in their eyes.

"It was either you or him Gracie. Sometimes you have to do what it takes to save your own life," Dean says. "Don't beat yourself up over it. Come here."

Dean pulls Gracilynn in for a hug, which she returns desperately.

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"How's she doing?" Dean asks Bobby as he walks over to where Dean is near the back of the scrap yard.

"Fast asleep on the couch curled up against Sam who's also fast asleep on the couch," Bobby answers. Dean nods his head. Bobby looks at the car behind Dean and really takes it in. A couple windows are smashed and there are a couple dozen dents in it. Bobby nods towards the car.

"Looks like you did some body repairs," Bobby says, giving Dean a knowing look. Dean looks behind him at the car, but doesn't say anything. "You know son, you should take your own advice."

"Yeah, and what's that?" Dean asks, looking back at Bobby.

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Bobby answers.

"That never would've happened if I was around, Bobby," Dean argues.

"You didn't even know she was alive. You couldn't have done anything. Now stop being an idjit and get back to the house. Dinner's ready," Bobby says firmly, turning around and walking back to the house, not waiting for Dean but knowing he'll follow.

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