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Dean pulls into a parking spot on Main Street, cutting the engine and turning off the lights. It had taken them longer than he would've liked to get in to town what with it being pitch black out. Dean climbs out of the Impala and feels his way to the trunk. Sam and Gracilynn follow him to the back and watch humorously as he tries to unlock the trunk.
"Dammit. Stupid wolves eating the damn sun and moon," Dean grumbles.
"Here," Gracilynn says, pulling out her phone and clicking on her flashlight app. She shines the light onto the trunk and Dean quickly unlocks and opens it up. Gracilynn continues to shine the light in to the trunk as Dean opens up the hidden compartment and searches around, pulling out three flashlights. He hands one to Gracilynn and one to Sam, keeping the other for himself.
"All right. Sam you head that in that direction. Gracie and I'll head in this direction. Go into any building that's open, definitely hotels though," Dean says. Sam nods and heads in the direction Dean pointed. Dean grabs Gracilynn's jacket and leads her in the opposite direction. "Stay close. Even with the flashlights it's hard to see anything out here."
"You think it's safe for us to split up?" Gracilynn asks, glancing behind them at the light walking away from them. Dean stops and glances behind them at the light as well.
"Yeah. Sure," Dean says, not sure if he really believes it. He looks over at his daughter before pulling his phone out.
"Yeah?" Sam says on the other line.
"Hey, just…just keep in touch alright?" Dean says, watching the light as it stops for a moment.
"You worried Dean?" Sam asks with a smirk.
"Me? No. Gracie's just having a little problem with separation anxiety," Dean says, earning a smack in the arm from said person.
"I'm sure," Sam replies, hanging up the phone. Dean puts his phone back in his pocket, giving Gracilynn a smile.
"Can we go now?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, whatever," Gracilynn says, knowing her dad was just as unsure as she was. She begins walking forward and Dean follows her, glancing behind him one last time to see the light begin walking away again.
"He knows something," Dean says as he and Gracilynn exit a motel lobby and step out onto the sidewalk.
"Yeah, he does," Gracilynn says, seeing the same thing her dad had.
"Of course we had to get the kid who's Mr. Follow the Rules," Dean says with aggravation. Gracilynn looks back at the kid standing behind the counter. He was only about seventeen and Gracilynn didn't overlook the fact he kept checking her out.
"I bet I can get him to give us what we want," Gracilynn says. Dean looks over at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Really?" Dean asks.
"Twenty bucks," Gracilynn says, walking backwards with a smirk. Dean waves a hand.
"By all means," Dean says.
Gracilynn turns around and enters back in to the motel lobby and walks up to the desk. Gracilynn leans on it and shoots him a smile. If her uncle was here, he would've said it was the same smile her dad would give girls he was flirting with. The kid looks up and smiles awkwardly at her, not knowing what to think. Gracilynn glances at his tag quickly before speaking.
"Aaron? Right?" Gracilynn asks. Aaron nods his head. "You should really start wearing shirts that are a little tighter."
"Uh…wh…what?" Aaron asks, taken off guard by the statement.
"Well, yeah, I mean, you obviously work out," Gracilynn says, making it a point to look at his arms.
"Well…I…uh…yeah, a little," Aaron says, laughing nervously.
"Maybe I could help ya find something and you could show me around town," Gracilynn says.
"Uh…yeah, sure," Aaron says, smiling. He glances outside and sees Dean waiting on the sidewalk and his smile falters. Gracilynn glances behind her at her dad and looks back at Aaron.
"Don't worry about my dad," Gracilynn says, pulling Aaron's attention back on her. Gracilynn shoots him a devilish smirk. "He thinks I'm in here asking for directions."
"Won't he suspect something if you don't come back with directions?" Aaron asks, giving Dean another look.
"No, 'cause I already know how to get there," Gracilynn says, biting her bottom lip.
"Oh," Aaron says.
"But he will get suspicious if all I do is come in here and talk to you. You should prolly pretend to look up something on the computer," Gracilynn says, leaning forward a little bit more.
"Um…yeah," Aaron says, immediately beginning to look at his computer. "Um…what should I look up?"
Oh my God. Are you serious? This kid is ridiculous.
"Well, you could look up those two men who came in here last night," Gracilynn says, pretending to straighten the kids' shirt. "Find out their names and what room their in."
"Uh…I probably…" Aaron begins. Gracilynn leans farther on the counter, bringing her face close to Aarons.
"What else are you gonna look up?" Gracilynn says, giving Aaron the flirtatious smile she walked in with, staring him directly in the eyes.
"Um…uh…yeah, I think I can do that," Aaron says, beginning to type in something on his keyboard. Gracilynn looks over at the screen and sees two names pop up. "Uh…their names are Saul and Harry Hatskoll."
"Hatskoll?" Gracilynn asks. Really? That's not obvious.
"Yeah," Aaron says, "They're in room six hundred sixty six."
"That's so…predictable," Gracilynn says.
"What?" Aaron asks. Gracilynn immediately shoots him her smile.
"Nothing. Thanks. I should get back before my dad comes in to get me," Gracilynn says, sliding off the counter and beginning to walk backwards.
"Wait, I don't have your number. How do I call you?" Aaron says. Naturally. Now he gets smart. Gracilynn walks back and picks up a pen. She grabs his hand and rights down her phone number. She hands the pen back with a smile and turns around walking out the door.
Dean watches as Gracilynn walks back in to the lobby and up to the counter. He sees her lean up against the counter and say something, resulting in the kid to turn a slight shade of pink. He makes a face, recognizing the body language his daughter is purposely using. He had seen it many times before only on females he is flirting with. He looks away and down the street. Great. My daughter is throwing herself at some guy to get information. Awesome. He looks back over towards the counter in time to see Gracilynn straighten the kids shirt, resulting in a goofy grin coming from the kid. Dean shakes his head. Gracilynn leans further on the counter, bringing her face within inches of the kid.
"Okay, this has gone on long enough," Dean says, fully intent on marching in there and grabbing Gracilynn and dragging her out of there. Halfway to the door, he stops when he sees the kid begin typing into his computer. He waits a minute and sees Gracilynn begin to back away. "It's about time."
Gracilynn stops. Dean notices her body language change slightly, but only just. Most other people wouldn't have picked up on it. She walks back to the counter, picking up a pen and writing something on the kids' hand. She puts the pen down and makes her way out of the lobby and over to him.
"I was fine, you didn't have to come in," Gracilynn says as they walk away from the front doors.
"I didn't. I was outside the whole time," Dean says, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"You were halfway inside when I came out here," Gracilynn points out.
"Can you blame me? That…that was…" Dean says, trying to come up with a good word for it, but only one coming to mind, "Disgusting."
Gracilynn lifts an eyebrow.
"I got the information we needed didn't I?" Gracilynn says.
"It made me want to puke. You were practically throwing yourself at the guy," Dean says, making a face. Gracilynn snorts.
"Don't worry dad. I won't turn into one of those girls you hook up with all the time," Gracilynn says smirking. Dean glares at her. "Besides, you owe me twenty bucks."
"Nuh-uh," Dean says.
"What? We made a bet," Gracilynn says.
"Consider it reparations for emotional trauma," Dean says, remembering a time when he had said the same thing to Sam. That time it was the Impala. His baby. Huh, guess this time it deals with my baby too. Dean smirks and walks ahead of her, satisfied with the scowl she shot at him.
"That is so unfair," Gracilynn whines, quickly catching up to her dad.
"Hey, you guys find out anything?" Sam asks, walking up to Dean and Gracilynn, both leaning up against the side of the car.
"Yeah, I did," Gracilynn says.
"So did I," Dean says sarcastically. Gracilynn rolls her eyes.
"What happened?" Sam asks, not so sure he wants to know.
"There are two guys passing as brothers. They're staying at the motel a few blocks down. They're going by…get this Saul and Harry Hatskoll," Gracilynn says.
"Hatskoll? As in Hati and Skoll?" Sam asks, shaking his head. "Original."
"Yeah. Oh and get this…they're staying in room six hundred sixty six," Gracilynn says.
"You'd think they wouldn't be so obvious," Sam says.
"That's what I thought," Gracilynn says.
"So what did you find out?" Sam asks his brother.
"Nothing," Gracilynn says, "He's just being ridiculous."
"Oh, yeah, that's exactly what I'm being," Dean says sarcastically.
"Uh…okay," Sam says, eyeing his niece and brother.
"What she didn't tell you is how she got the information," Dean says.
"Okay, so how did she get the information?" Sam asks, seeing Gracilynn huff and cross her arms. Oh, this is gonna be good.
"She walked in there like a cat in heat," Dean says. Gracilynn rolls her eyes.
"Oh, come on. You're over reacting." Dean shoots Gracilynn a look and she stops talking.
"She was practically throwing herself at the guy. Thought they were gonna start making out right there on the damn counter," Dean says.
"It was not that bad," Gracilynn says. Not that he liked the idea of Gracilynn throwing herself at a guy to get information, but he had to admit, the whole situation was humorous if only for the fact that Dean looked like he was about to be sick.
"So, in other words, she was doing what you always do to get information?" Sam asks.
"Yeah…wait, no. What?" Dean says, caught off guard by the question.
"Well, it is what you do all the time," Sam points out.
"Whose side are you on here?" Dean asks.
"I'm just saying," Sam says, raising his hands in submission. Sam looks over at Gracilynn. "So, did you have to give him your number?"
Dean glares at Sam a second longer before turning to look at his daughter, remembering he saw her write something on the guys hand before leaving.
"You did, didn't you?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, I did," Gracilynn says, shrugging it off.
"So, now you're gonna have some lovesick puppy calling you all the time?" Dean asks, then looking at Sam. "This kid was bad Sam. He was…well, he was you in middle school. In fact, he was you in high school too."
Sam gives him his patented Bitch-face before turning back to face Gracilynn. Dean smirks at his own joke, turning to look at his daughter as well.
"You gave him you're number didn't you?" Dean asks.
"Hell, no. I'm not that stupid," Gracilynn says.
"So, what did you write on his hand?" Dean asks confused.
"Oh, I gave him a phone number, just not mine," Gracilynn says.
"Whose number did you give him?" Dean asks, hoping to God she didn't give him his number.
"The first one that popped into my head," Gracilynn says, smirking before climbing into the backseat of the car. Dean and Sam share a look, Sam hoping the same think Dean was. One thing was for sure, if she gave him either one of their numbers, they were definitely changing them.
Aaron watches as Gracilynn walks out of the lobby, meeting up with her dad. They talked for a minute before they begin to walk off. He looks down at the number with a grin. He had never thought a girl like that would even be remotely interested in him and now he had her number. He studies the number on his hand, his brow furrowing. He didn't know why, but it looked familiar. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and began copying it down. He didn't want it to wash off when he washed his hands. He holds the paper up, looking at the number once more.
"8-6-7-5-3-0-9. Why does that sound so familiar?" Aaron says. He shrugs and puts the piece of paper in his pocket, planning on calling her when his shift was over.
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