Sunset Over the Pine Tree

BLB- Well this took WAY longer than I expected. I apologize, but life has been a drag and writer's block was killer. I thought that this was going to be a four part fic, but surprise it will be five and the next part will be up as soon as possible. I do not own Gravity Falls or Supernatural.

Peace and love to you all. Thanks for reading this and WELCOME TO PLOT-TWISTVILLE!

Part four.

When the world came back into view it was hazy and dark but somewhat clear as his eyes adjusted. Dipper looked down at his hands and from what he could see they were stained with blood. The stench of the dried blood hung stale in the air and Dipper hadn't moved an inch, for fear of where he was and what he had become. He felt like he was forgetting something, like he knew what had happened and how he made it here.

Once his eyes adjusted fully to the dim light, he sat up slowly taking in his surrounding once more. That was when everything came back to him, the vampires, the case and Mabel. Dipper scanned the space around him once more; there was no sign of his twin. One thing Dipper knew for sure was that he was not in that barn anymore.

"Mabel?" Dipper called, harboring the false hope that Mabel was close enough to hear him. "Where are you?"

The door of the shack creaked open behind him and a voice he would know anywhere spoke calling him, "Pine Tree."

Dipper got up off the ground quickly before Bill grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him in place. Dipper wanted to look at Bill's vessel; he desperately wanted to hit him, for Grunkle Stan. Dipper was tense in his arms, but Bill didn't seem to notice because he kept talking. "Take it easy, there is no reason to freak out on me Pine Tree. I brought you here. I saved you."

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Me. Bill," Dipper paused when Bill's grip only tightened on his shoulders. "Where is Mabel?"

"You don't remember? Pine Tree, try to remember the last case you worked with Mabel. Tell me what you remember from that night. It will help jog your memory," Bill answered, not answering the question at all.

"We were hunting a nest of vampires, Mabel kept telling me that it wasn't a good idea. I told her over and over that we could handle it… And that a few vampires were nothing to worry about. When we finally found the location of the nest, we waited until they were asleep and went in together. What we didn't know was that the vampires were waiting for us…. They knew that we were there the whole time. The fight was brutal, they knocked Mabel out and I watched as they surrounded her like lions ready to pounce on their prey. The last thing I remember is telling them to drink me instead, after that it is all darkness, I thought that we were both dead," Dipper muttered.

"By the time I got there it was bad. Pine Tree, you were covered in blood and your sister, well Shooting Star was…"

"Mabel was what?" Dipper broke free from Bill and looked into his eyes, challenging him. "Tell me!"

"She was dead Dipper," Bill answered, looking down at his feet. "You don't remember what happened, by the time I got there you were so out of it that you didn't even attack me. The shock of what you had done had only just set in, you were stunned."

"What happened?" Dipper asked Bill his voice shaking, fearing the answer he was going to get.

"You are a vampire Pine Tree if you haven't figured that out yet, covered in someone's blood and you don't have any guesses as to why that is?" Bill questioned. "You're being intentionally naïve and it isn't a flattering look on you."

"You mean that I….." Dipper paused to take in a gulp of air, even though he knew that it was unnecessary. "You are telling me that I killed Mabel?"

"You had no problem killing your great Uncle," Bill retorted, smirking at Dipper.

As soon as those words left Bill's mouth Dipper threw himself at Bill, but before he made contact Bill had him pressed against the wall of the shack with his powers. "I've gotten a lot stronger since our last meeting Pine Tree, realize that and accept what you've done," Bill spat in his face. "You killed your great Uncle and you killed Mabel."

When Bill said those words once again, the memories exploded before his eyes. Memories that belonged in a family themed horror film.

They were in the barn again, but everything felt different, wrong even. Dipper sat up slowly and the first thing that hit him was the appetizing scent of freshly spilled blood. Dipper shook his head trying to placate the weird feeling. It only intensified when his sister sat up and looked at him. A hunger bubbled in his stomach, before he noticed the cuts and dried blood caked on his wrists.

Before Dipper could stop Mabel, she was next to him checking to see that he was alright. "Dipper? Are you alright?" As Mabel talked Dipper found himself focusing on the vein in her neck that pulsated with the beat of her heart.

Dipper shook his head, before he got up pushing Mabel away as gently as he could manage. Mabel gave him a hurt look before taking a few tentative steps towards him.

"What's wrong bro bro?" Mabel muttered trying to hide the worry in her voice.

"Just stay back please," Dipper responding in desperation, the last thing he would ever want to do is hurt his sister or put her at risk.

"What happened to you?" Mabel asked, scanning him from head to toe to try and figure out what was wrong with him.

Dipper didn't get a chance to answer because there was a loud bang outside. Mabel jumped and her grappling hook was at the ready.

"Get back Mabel," Dipper muttered, preparing himself for an attack that he wasn't sure was coming. He approached Mabel until he positioned himself in front of her. What he didn't realize was that it gave Mabel the perfect opportunity to do one of her mother hen inspections. She wrapped her arms around him, all she could feel was a crippling chill and a chest that was as still as a brick wall.

"Dipper? You're a vampire…." Mabel sounded shocked, but the fight came back to her instantly. "I'm going to find each and every one of them and make sure they understand the mistake they made. Come on."

"Mabel, we can't go on like this. You need to run away from me, get as far away from me as fast as you can," Dipper pleaded with Mabel, but his twin merely shook her head.

"You really think that I would leave you? Dipper, you are all I have left and I refuse to walk away from this without you," Mabel argued. "When I blacked out they were circling me, what did you do?"

"Told them to take me instead," Dipper stated bluntly. "I couldn't just watch them hurt and most likely kill you."

"Then you understand why I can't just run away," Mabel responded.

"This is different," Dipper muttered. "You have a choice."

"Where was my choice when you offered yourself up as a free meal for those vampires? I didn't have one. You could have cut your losses and left me, but you didn't so don't you dare think that I will ever leave you, no matter the circumstances."

"You need to run Mabel," Dipper's tone became grim as he looked into Mabel's eyes.

The sound outside had been forgotten as Dipper grabbed ahold of Mabel and sunk his fangs into her neck. His head was screaming at him to stop, but his body and all of his new found instincts told him to keep going. Mabel tried to talk but all that was coming out were quiet gurgling noises and slurred unintelligible words. The struggle in Mabel fled once Dipper released her to the ground. The only sound Mabel made was a quiet groan when she hit the ground.

What he had done hadn't sunk in until Dipper realized that his sister wasn't moving. Mabel lay motionless on the ground and it didn't look like she was breathing at all.

"Mabel?" Dipper called as he got into a crouch by his twin, when she was unresponsive he knelt on the ground and cradled her head in his lap. "You're okay, you have to be okay."

"Dip…" Mabel tried to turn her head to look at Dipper, but her body was heavy and any energy she had left was fleeting.

From the paleness of her face and the frailness of her voice, Dipper could tell that Mabel was fading away. She was bleeding from the gash in her neck and the only chance she had to survive was if Dipper could stop the bleeding. "I'm sorry Mabel, I am sorry." Dipper put pressure on her neck, trying his best to get the blood flow under his hand to slow to a halt.

"I don't…. blame… you..." That was when Mabel finally gave into the exhaustion and let her eyes roll shut.

In that moment the whole world slowed as drastically as Mabel's heart did, until it just stopped. Dipper sat there cradling Mabel and trying to wake her up, but she was already gone.

The memory faded and another took its place. Dipper was back at the Mystery Shack sitting in the living room. He had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next, but still he got up and walked towards the kitchen where he could hear the soft conversation between Mabel and Grunkle Stan.

"Grunkle Stan, he never sleeps. We have to stop him from hunting before he gets himself into trouble," Mabel muttered leaning towards Grunkle Stan in anticipation for his answer.

"Mabel, you need to stop talking like that," Grunkle Stan responded gruffly. "Your brother is an adult and can make his own decisions."

"Are you feeling okay? You never wanted us to hunt, but now it is okay for Dipper to? After all the fights you had with Grandpa and our father about their choices, now it is okay? The path of ultimate destruction is the one you want us to travel? Even with the blind eye running rampant and erasing people's minds, just because they can," Mabel responded, moving towards Stan to feel his forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

Bill was going to keep up his ruse with Mabel until Dipper stepped into the room. It seems that he had been eavesdropping and Bill needed to make sure that Pine Tree remembered the deal that they made.

In an instant Bill grabbed the silver knife that Stan kept on him at all times and held it firmly in his hand before he grabbed Mabel by her hair and pulled her against his chest. The knife was at her throat and Stan's eyes flickered to Bill's. Dipper knew that the demon was fully in control and that Stan was screaming somewhere in his mind for the demon to leave his family alone.

Mabel was going to struggle until the knife was pressed to her throat. "Grunkle Stan, what are you doing?"

"It isn't Stan, Bill is possessing him," he paused forcing himself to smile as a way to reassure Mabel that everything was going to be alright, but her panic only rose as Bill swung her forward pressing her midsection against the table. "Let both of them go Bill! I haven't broken the deal and I promise you that I will never stop hunting," Dipper stopped to take a deep breath, "as long as I live I will keep going, just don't hurt my sister."

Bill just shook his head at Dipper's pleas, grasping Mabel tighter in his arms.

"That was the deal you made? You promised that you would never stop hunting? Dipper that is insane," Mabel exclaimed. "At the rate you are going, you will die of exhaustion before any monster gets the chance. Then what? Bill will kill me anyway and you will already be gone."

"Be quiet or this will end a lot sooner than I planned. You see Shooting Star that is why I am here, to make sure you don't get in my way," Bill responded. "I'm sorry Pine Tree but I think it ends here. Say your last words Shooting Star."

"No this isn't the end Bill," Mabel muttered sounding very unsure. Her eyes met Dipper's and the fear and uncertainty in her eyes hurt him, more than Bill ever could.

"Really that is all you are going to say Star? It's a pity your story will end with doubt."

"She's right though Bill, this isn't her end." Dipper pulled out his gun and aimed it at Stan, cocking the hammer back, waiting for Bill to let Mabel go. "Let her go, that is not a request."

"What are you going to do Pine Tree? Shoot me," Bill paused to chuckle. "You won't hurt me, only my vessel. You shoot Stan, I leave and he dies. I stay here, I kill Mabel and Stan lives."

When Dipper's hand reflexively twitched on the trigger Mabel screamed, "Don't do it! Think about this, it's Stan."

Bill shook Mabel to get her to shut up, before scolding her like a child, "It is your brother's choice Shooting Star, now shut up and await your fate."

Dipper pulled the trigger as soon as Bill shut his mouth. When the bullet slammed into his Grunkle's chest, the knife was forced out of his hand and Mabel was released from his grip. She grabbed ahold of Stan and laid him on the ground before taking a step back and waiting for Bill to leave.

Stan was on the floor bleeding, when Bill smoked out in a flash of bright light. When they knew that it was Stan once again; Mabel was the first one at his side and she was shouting orders at Dipper faster than he could hear them.

Mabel was putting pressure on Stan's wound when he just grabbed ahold of her hand and clutched it gently. "Mabel, stop and listen to me. There's nothing you can do for me, I know you don't want me to die but you have to let me." Dipper knelt on his other side and took Stan's free hand. "Dipper, if it was my brother I would have made the same choice. You two have to take care of each other now, look after Soos and keep running the Shack because that is our family business."

The memory was cut off and Dipper's eyes snapped open, focusing on Bill once more. He was still being pressed up against the wall and the demon had one hand pressed against the side of Dipper's face and the other on his temple. "Now do you remember what you've done?"

"No, I don't believe it. It is not true, it can't be. Mabel is not dead."

"She is Pine Tree, come on you can still taste her blood on your lips. You killed what little family you had left, you should be proud of yourself; you're the last one standing. I figured it would be you, I'm surprised that Shooting Star didn't off herself by choking on glitter or something years ago," Bill responded waving his hand in a nonchalant manner.

The anger in Dipper flared once again and he swung at Bill once more. Even though Dipper was fast, Bill stopped him in his tracks and restrained him. "Listen Dipper, you are going to do as I say because right now I am the only one keeping you around. No one is looking for you, so let's make a deal."

Dean had been gone for a while now and Sam was beginning to worry. He was tired of being sidelined while Dean was out there searching for Mabel. Sam had tried to keep himself occupied by looking for demonic activity and even seeing if there were any possible cases big enough to get Dean to come back to Bobby's, but so far he was having no luck. Sam's smile only returned to his face when Dean called him to let him know that he had found Mabel and that they were on their way.

Bobby walked into the room and stared at Sam, thinking about something he had wanted to ask since the Pines family was brought up in the first place. "Sam, how much do you know about how the twins were brought up?"

"Enough, Mabel told Dean a lot the night we met and from what Dipper told me, their childhood was an interesting one," Sam responded as Bobby took a seat across from him.

"Those kids were passed from relative to relative until their Grandparents put their foot down and forced their son to give them custody of the twins since he was highly unstable. The twins grew up with Stanley and his wife. Some people are haunted by their past their father was destroyed by his, it was more than he could handle. The man thought that his wife's spirit was haunting him, but it was all in his head. Out of all of the hunters I have met he was, well just awful. I am surprised he died the way he died, me and your Dad always thought he would've died on a hunt," Bobby explained. When Sam shook his head Bobby added, "Your Dad taught you and Dean to never go in half-cocked, that was the only way the twin's father knew how to do it; dive into a case head first and hope that he made it out unscathed. At times he put both of the twins at risk."

"Dean called a while ago to let us know that he and Mabel are headed this way," Sam stated just so that Bobby would know. "And now I know the consequences of going in unprepared."

They had just stopped off for breakfast, Dean wanted a break from driving and he thought that Mabel could use a break from sitting in the car and staring into space. He could tell that Mabel was spaced out and exhausted because when he got out of the car, she just kept on staring out of the windshield blankly. He walked over to the passenger side and tapped on the window gently, before opening the door.

"Come on Mabel, you need to get out of the car, breathe for a while and eat something," Dean commanded taking Mabel's hand and nearly pulling her out of the car. "We are just getting breakfast, then we are getting back on the road."

Mabel nodded but her mind still seemed like it was somewhere else. "When we get to Bobby's would you help me with the Impala?" She nodded again before looking at Dean with her tired eyes. That was when the journal slipped out from under her sweater as she walked into the diner and hit the ground with a low thud. Dean picked up the book and put it in his jacket pocket. "This book is making you restless Mabel. You need to take a few minutes and breathe, this book cannot fix everything."

"I know," Mabel responded as they walked into the small diner. "I am just not sure what to believe anymore. There is something in the journal that has been bothering me."

Dean opened his mouth to ask what was bothering her, but before he could say anything Mabel nearly ran into the ladies room. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror and what she saw was her own exhausted face. Dean believed that she was studying the journal but it was really just one page, a page that made her wonder where Dipper really is and if she truly put him at peace. A page that she stared at for hours trying to make sense of it, but so far she was having no luck and part of her knew something wasn't right. "Distract yourself, pretend like you never read that page in the journal. Find Bill, send his ass back to hell and finally fix up diablo. Do what Dipper, Stan and Waddles would want you to do, live and try to be happy."

When Mabel finally emerged from the bathroom, Dean was already at a table waiting to be served, a coffee mug in his hand filled to the brim with steaming liquid. Across from him there was another mug, but from what Mabel could tell it wasn't filled with coffee.

As Mabel approached Dean, he looked up and couldn't help but smile at her. "Are you okay? I mean…" Dean ran one of his hands through his dirty blonde hair trying to diffuse the awkwardness that he was feeling. "I know you aren't okay, but is there something bothering you?"

Mabel shook her head before taking a seat across from Dean and trying to smile at him. She knew he was trying to help, but Mabel could see that under his mask of stone that Dean was hurting. "Are you? I just don't know what to feel right now…."

Dean tried to nod in response but ended up shaking his head, he wouldn't look at Mabel it was as if seeing her just made the situation sink in. "I got you a hot chocolate 'cause I remember that you don't like coffee that much." The sorrow in his voice brought Mabel to her feet and she slid into the booth next to him. Since he wouldn't budge an inch Mabel ended up sitting halfway on his lap.

Her arms snaked around him and she tried not to make a surprised noise when he did the same. "Dean, it's okay. Honestly, I am okay. Dipper is gone and I still haven't fully grasped that yet… I'm not sure I ever will, but I will make it through this. We will make it through this together."

Dean's grip on her loosened when the waitress came by and asked if they were ready to order. When the young woman saw the redness around Dean's eyes she apologized, before walking back into the kitchen. Mabel brushed away a stray tear before she let her cheek rest against the side of his face.

"He left us," Dean muttered to no one in particular. "We searched for him for over a year and when we find him, he leaves like always. You want to know what the messed up part of it is?" Mabel shook her head knowing what he was going to say and praying that he wouldn't say it. "It's all my fault. If I would have been more prepared or noticed that he wasn't himself, maybe he would still be here…."

"No, don't say that Dean. Your father was possessed, just like Stan was and sometimes it is hard to tell…. Bill and Azazel, both have the amazing talent of being people they are not. That does not make any of this your fault." Mabel stared at his face, making sure that hers set in a way that told him that she meant what she said. "Your Dad did what he thought was best for you and Sam, even if it meant him dying.

"I should be dead right now, but instead he is," Dean responded weakly.

"Dean, I shouldn't be here either. I should have died on that ledge then maybe my family would still be alive." Her straight face wavered, before setting back into a frown. "But it isn't my fault that they aren't, a lot of it was Bill. You couldn't stop Azazel, any more than I could have stopped Bill."

Dean knew that she was right and that if he insisted on blaming himself that she would do the same. There was no point to argue with her because he couldn't win and there wasn't a part of him that truly wanted her to be wrong. The only thing he knew for sure was that his mission is clear, kill yellow eyes and maybe even Bill Cipher if he had the chance.

When Dean didn't say anything Mabel added, "We will get Azazel, he can't run forever. Just like Bill, they both know that we are after them. We don't have forever, but what they don't know is neither do they."

Once Mabel went back to the other side of the table the waitress returned to ask them for their orders. "What can I get for you?"

"Pancakes for me," Dean answered.

"Pancakes sound good," Mabel added. "Oh and another cup of coffee for my friend."

"Sure thing sugar, coming right up." The waitress walked back into the kitchen. The sound of a quiet conversation came from behind the swinging doors.

It wasn't long before the waitress returned with their breakfast and Dean's coffee.

They ate their breakfast without another hitch. When the waitress gave them the check they found that it was blank. Dean and Mabel looked at each other before calling the waitress back over.

"You must have grabbed a blank check by mistake," Mabel commented.

"It isn't a mistake, you two look like you are going through something so I talked to my boss and he said that it's on the house," the waitress responded with a sympathetic smile. "Have a good day guys."

In return Mabel wrote a few kind words on the check and left the remainder of the money she had in her wallet on the table. She followed Dean out as he shook the keys in his hand. "Are you driving or am I?" Mabel inquired.

"I am," Dean answered. "But this time we are going to be listening to some of the classics."

"That is fine with me. I just have to grab something from the back." Mabel opened the back hatch and dug through her bag for a few minutes before she got into the passenger seat carrying Dipper's hat, some yarn and her knitting needles.

As Dean hummed Metallica and tapped on the steering wheel as music filled the air around them. Mabel knitted, humming along with Dean to the song.

"How do you do that?" Dean asked turning the music down a little and looking away from the highway for a moment to take in what Mabel was doing.

"I used to do this all the time when me, Dipper and our Dad used to travel around in between cases. My Grandma taught me how to knit so I started making my own sweaters. Our dad didn't really like us to talk in the car so I knitted and Dipper usually read whatever book he could get his hands on," Mabel responded, keeping her focus on the soft yarn that she was keeping in her brother's hat.

After that the two just talked about some of the cases that they had worked since they had seen each other last.

"Shortly after we left Gravity Falls me and Sam ended working a case of missing campers," Dean began. "A girl's brother and his friends mysteriously disappeared one night when they were camping and she was going up there with her son and another hunter named Roy, to look for the missing campers. Me and Sammy tagged along although everyone believed we were park rangers."

Mabel laughed. "You two park rangers?"

Dean nodded. "And everyone believed it too until some freaky shit started happening around us," Dean explained.

"Let me guess you and Sam went into full hunting mode and the people around you didn't listen," Mabel guessed.

"Basically," Dean responded. "When I went after Roy, I ended up getting captured by the wendigo. That was fun and would you believe that a trail of peanut M&m's saved my ass?"

"Stranger things have happened," Mabel answered. "Me and Dipper had a double salt and burn outside of town not too long after you and Sam left. An elderly couple that died of matching heart attacks because of rap music. The two disappeared for a number of years until one night they decided to kidnap one of the town's children. It was simple enough," Mabel paused to laugh, "After we got through their super villain style backstory and a possession it was a piece of pie."

"Which one of you got possessed?" Dean inquired, although part of him already knew the answer.

"Me, it usually was me," Mabel stated. "After Dipper got them out of me, saved the child and we got out of there in enough time to surround the old convenient store with salt and burn the place to the ground."

"That easy huh?" Dean tried to stifle a laugh, but failed as his smirk gave him away.

Mabel shook her head. "Actually me and Dipper, got busted for arson until the cops "mysteriously" forgot about the incident and the police reports were misplaced."

"So the Blind eye bailed you guys out?" Dean questioned.

"Either them because McGucket was an old family friend," Mabel began. "Or it was Bill Cipher because he wanted us to continue hunting; it was all part of his grand plan. Although I didn't know that at the time."

Dean just nodded, keeping his eyes on the road and his thoughts to himself; it wasn't his business and he could feel Mabel slowly coming back from sweater town. They were almost to Bobby's and the last thing he wanted was to upset her before she got to see Sam and Bobby.

They sat in relative silence for the remainder of the ride. It was only when they arrived at Bobby's scrapyard that Mabel spoke again.

"This feels like coming home," she sighed.

Sam came into view as Dean put the car in park and as soon as the car came to a stop Mabel was out of Deville and charging at Sam. If the younger Winchester wasn't ready for her, Mabel could have tackled him. Dean watched as Sam lifted Mabel off of her feet. They clung to each other, for a moment not saying anything at all. When they did speak, they started talking in unison, "I heard about."

"Your Dad."

"Dipper."

When they were done having their moment, Sam smiled and said, "Did you shrink Mabel?"

"No, I was this tall the last time you saw me and thank god you stopped growing," Mabel said jokingly. "It isn't my fault you shot up like a tree when you hit puberty."

"It took you two long enough, what'd you do stop for a hotel slumber-party?" Sam teased.

"No that's why I brought her here, so you guys can watch chick flicks and ball your eyes out," Dean interjected.

Bobby stepped outside. "I thought I heard voices out here," he paused to smile at Mabel. "About time you guys got here."

Mabel wrapped her arms around Bobby before responding quietly, "It didn't take us that long, Dean only found me the other night. Before that I was running and trying desperately not to look back."

At the tinge of sorrow in her voice Bobby's grip tightened on her. "You know, I'm only teasing you Mabel; I'm just glad you are alright." Bobby smiled at her as he smoothed the stray hair away from the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

A few days had passed and things had fallen into a certain level of normalcy. Mabel helped Dean work on the Impala's repairs. Sam caught up on some reading, in between doing research and looking for a new case. When he looked up the latest newspaper in the Gravity Falls area something strange came up; something that he needed to show Mabel.

Sam nearly sprinted out of Bobby's house and to where Mabel and Dean were finishing up with the Impala. "Guys," Sam tried to start this conversation but both Mabel and Dean were focused on putting the final touch on the Impala. He sighed, balancing his laptop on one arm as he waited until they both were done and finally ready to listen

"What's going on Sam?" Mabel asked.

"I think I found us a case," Sam muttered before checking the laptop to make sure the page was still up.

"Good," Dean began. "It will give me a chance to take the Impala for a ride. What do you got so far Sam?"

"I was looking around for anything suspicious, and as I got closer to the Gravity Falls area this is the reoccurring headline," Sam began turning the laptop towards his brother and Mabel.

At first Mabel expected it to be an article about Dipper's disappearance, but what it was shocked her even more. The headline read, "Acclaimed child psychic and star, Gideon Gleeful discovered dead, after disappearing from the police station". Mabel looked at Sam in shock and for a moment that claimed her voice. "Gideon?" She asked incredulously.

Sam nodded in response. "I didn't believe it at first either but it's the truth."

"Did you find out the cause of death?" Mabel asked.

"Wait, are we really going to investigate Gideon's death? I thought you and Dipper hated him," Dean stated.

"He was friend, Gideon was my ex and although we didn't part on good terms; he wasn't a horrible person," Mabel explained. "He was manipulated by Bill Cipher just like many people in the town are."

Dean opened his mouth to speak again, but Mabel interrupted him, "When Stan died, I didn't expect Gideon to stop by the Shack to do anything other than gloat… They were business rivals and a lot of Gideon's hatred of Stan was from his father and Bill. He told me and Dipper that he felt awful about what had happened, Bill had done awful things to many people but offing Stan wasn't something Gideon ever expected from the demon. I guess Bill finally cut ties with Gideon."

"So he changed?" Sam asked.

Mabel's head bobbed up and down in affirmation. "He grew up and realized the error of his ways. I doesn't change the things he did, but towards the end he was a different person."

"If you to want to check this out, then I guess it's time to head back to the Mystery Shack," Dean responded as he wiped off his hands and headed back to the house with his brother and Mabel right behind him.

They packed up and headed out shortly after that unaware of what they would find in Gravity Falls.