Sunset Over the Pine Tree

by failedfanfiction

MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Basically after John's death, Dean goes on a "hunt" trying to track down one of the Pines Twins. What will Dean discover when he finds them? And what does Bill have to do with any of this? Set in the beginning Supernatural's second season. Au, since the Twins are 20-21 not 12.

5. Part 5

Sunset Over the Pine Tree

BLB- Sorry I have been really bad about updating this story, stress and life are getting in the way of this and I have been in a serious rut lately. I do not own Supernatural or Gravity Falls. I figure in honor of Dipper and Mabel vs the future that I would post the fifth part of this story. I hope you guys are ready, I know I am not. Part five of six.

Part Five

Dean drove as fast as he could and Sam found it odd. Even if there was a case there it wasn't urgent. Gideon Gleeful was murdered, but how many people had held a grudge against Gravity Fall's former child psychic. It was possible that there were supernatural force at play, it wasn't uncommon for Gravity Falls, but Sam still thought it was unlikely.

Mabel on the other hand was nearly bouncing up and down in the backseat of the Impala. The girl that was trying to run away from anyone was excited to return home, even under these circumstances. She wanted to see Soos and check on the Shack. It had been a long time since she had returned home and part of her was worried that Soos would be mad at her about not answering his calls, or calling him at all. Before she realized what she was doing Mabel had her cellphone pressed against her ear and was waiting for Soos to answer, the dial tone rang in her ear twice before Soos' worried voice filled the line.

"Hambone?" Soos was so concerned he didn't even bother to say 'hello'.

"Yeah," Mabel paused as her voice cracked. "It's me."

"I've called you so many times, Wendy told me about Dipper…" Soos trailed off trying to hide the fact that he was begging to tear up. "I'm sorry Mabel."

Mabel's face fell into a frown as she spoke, "It wasn't your fault Soos. None of it ever was." The truth was Soos' Abuelita was a medium and knew a lot about demonic possession, the methods used to prevent it and was known for cleansing homes of malevolent spirits and exorcisms. When Soos found out what had happened to Stan, he immediately took the blame and accepted the guilt, no matter how many times he was told it wasn't his fault. Part of Soos always knew he should have learned more from his Abuelita if only to protect the twins and Stan. She cleared her throat before continuing, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home, and that I will be there soon."

"I'll be at the Shack. See you when you get here," Soos muttered, before they say their short goodbyes.

Mabel could feel eyes on her as she hung up the phone. Dean was staring at her in the review mirror and Sam had turned in his seat to check on her. "Are you alright?"

Mabel nodded in response. "Just letting Soos know that I'm coming home. I figured I should at least give him a heads up, before we just show up at his doorstep."

"We should be there in no time." Dean smirked, before he turned the radio up a little and pressed down on the gas pedal more than he already was.

Dipper just stared at Bill's outstretched hand unsure of whether he should shake it or not.

"Really Pine Tree? You still can't accept that I am on your side?" Bill questioned.

"I want to see my sister. I need to know where she is before I do anything with you," Dipper muttered. "And no, because you have never been on my side. No matter what you do, you will always be my enemy because of what you have already done. I can't forgive you. Once I get Mabel back, things will go back to normal."

"Normal?" Bill asked trying not to laugh too much. "Even if I reunite you with your sister, things will never be the same Pine Tree. Why? I can hear your head screaming that annoying question, the answer to that is simple, because you are mine now and that is something you can't erase. This is not something that will just disappear when you get Star back, Tree you know that."

"I don't care! I refuse to work with you Bill! Mabel wouldn't want me too, you are the reason Stan is dead," Dipper yelled.

"You know as well as I do that your sister isn't at rest. You can feel it in your heart and know it in your head." Bill's vessel smirked at Dipper. "She's with your Father, Grandfather and dear old great Uncle stuck in veil somewhere or maybe they are in the mindscape, I'm not sure what the deal was."

"What are you talking about?" Dipper demanded.

"The Author of the journals gave up a lot for my help at one point, any of his journals that had my name or image in it became cursed. Anyone that wrote in them would be stuck in-between the living and dead, never fully moving on until the books are destroyed," Bill stated. "That includes you and your sister."

"I don't remember ever seeing that in the journals," Dipper retorted.

"After you studied those books for years, you don't remember a page in your sister's book; I think Elder sign was a better study than you."

"What if I destroy the journals?" Dipper questioned.

"You would need all of them," Bill answered. "But anyways why does that matter? I told you where she is, take my hand and we'll get to work. You want to get Shooting Star back; I am the only one that can do it."

Dipper looked at Bill before nodding and finally taking the demons outstretched hand. "Now we can get down to business." Bill smiled instead of his usual smirk, which made it both unusual and creepy at the same time. The demon began to aimlessly walk away, unknowingly showing Dipper the way out of the shack before he exited the rundown structure.

Dipper hung back considering about the repercussions of his choice, the course of action he was taking and what that could mean for him in the near future. "What would Mabel think of you? Would she want you to do this?" Dipper's conscience asked him over and over again until he shook his head and chose to ignore that train of thought. The one question he couldn't placate was the one that even he was about to scream, what did Bill want him for? On the inside Dipper knew that truly didn't matter to him, the important thing was getting his sister back no matter what.

Just like when Dean pulled up to Bobby's, once the Mystery Shack was in view he almost had to stop the Impala because Mabel nearly flung herself out of the window. Apparently her fear of returning was fading and seeing her friend again outweighed it.

"Let me stop the car first Mabel," Dean pleaded. "I know you can't want to see Soos, but he will still be there when I park the car."

That is what snapped Mabel back into reality and she calmed down enough to sit still in her seat. What surprised both Dean and Sam was that Mabel was still sitting in the car when they both got out. She was just staring at the Shack trying to keep a straight face.

For a second there she let herself forget what had happened, Mabel had let herself be excited to see Soos again. Everything sank in when Dean spoke though. She was going to see Soos, but part of her was missing.

Sam took the lead and walked into the Mystery Shack, not waiting for Dean or Mabel to take the lead.

Soos had just expected another tourist but he was faced with Sam Winchester. "Uh… Hey dude," Soos greeted as he walked out from behind the counter. Sam smiled at the shorter man before wrapping him in a hug. "What brings you here?"

"Me and Dean brought someone home," Sam stated before looking at the screen door of the Shack.

Soos looked at Sam in shock for a minute before a smile graced his chubby face. "You don't mean?" He asked, instead of waiting for an answer he went outside to check. Even though he had just spoken to her on the phone, he couldn't believe that Mabel was really here. His face only lit up more when he saw Mabel getting out of the Impala and taking a few steps towards the Shack.

When Mabel looked up and saw Soos the space between them seemed to lengthen, the few feet that separated them seemed like miles, but yet Mabel took off running until she could wrap her arms around Soos.

"Hambone," Soos whispered in her ear. "I heard about Dipper, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. It wasn't anyone's fault. Especially not yours," Mabel muttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't come back here sooner."

"I'm just glad you are here now," Soos explained, giving Mabel a tight squeeze. "I have to tell you something and I am not sure if you heard or not."

Mabel could feel Soos' tears dampen her sweater and the way his breathing hitched as he tried to regain his composure. "What happened Soos? If this is about Dipper, it is okay. We took a risk and I couldn't protect him."

Soos shook his head. "While you were away Abeulita passed away. She went peacefully in her sleep."

Mabel's heart sunk in her chest, knowing full well that while she was drowning in her own sorrow that one of her best friends was dealing with his own loss. "Soos, I'm sorry… I had no idea."

Soos finally let go of Mabel, wiping his eyes and glancing back at the Shack. "She is in a better place, she spent her life helping others and that was what mattered to her. Her spirit is at peace, so part of me is at peace with this. The rest of me just misses her…"

"I know that feeling…. I should have come back here sooner." Mabel looked down at her feet, her face set in guilt. "I'm not here for the right reason. Gideon was murdered and I just have a bad feeling about this."

"The cops have no idea what happened to Gideon. They just found him dead, Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland feel awful about what happened, because Gideon tried to tell them that he felt like he was being followed," Soos paused to clear his throat. "And he was right. Whoever it was wanted Gideon to reach out to someone."

"I'm going to call the police station and see what information they will give me and tomorrow, I'll help you run the Mystery Shack while Sam and Dean go see if they can get the case file or at least see it." That was when Mabel finally went into the Shack and was immediately hit with the familiarity of home. It hadn't changed much since she had left, and Soos had kept the place stocked, clean and running as best as he could.

The phone call didn't last long and Deputy Durland wouldn't give her much information, since the case is still being investigated. "Please stay out of police business, Miss Pines. There is a killer on the loose and although we want everyone to be vigilant, we don't want you to put yourself at risk if the killer knows you are onto them."

"Understood sir," Mabel lied before hanging up the phone. "Just because I am not going to snoop in police business, doesn't mean Dean and Sam won't help me do it anyways. I'm sorry."

After that they decided to go to Lazy Susan's diner, since there wasn't much food in the Shack and Mabel didn't feel like grocery shopping or cooking at the moment. So the climbed back into the Impala and drove into town.

While they sat and ate dinner people kept staring at Mabel. Their wary stares made Mabel more uncomfortable. Dean sat across from her in the booth nudging her gently with his knee. Soos put an arm around her as if he sensed her discomfort.

"So how did your phone call with the police go?" Sam asked taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Not good," Mabel admitted. "Deputy Durland shut me down. Told me that the murderer is still on the loose and that me trying to hone in on them would put me in danger."

Sam and Dean shared a look before both of them smirked. "So that means that we are going to pay them a visit in the morning then?" Dean asked.

"You guys are, I am going to help Soos run the Mystery Shack tomorrow. Partly because if I go to the police station with you guys they will immediately refuse to help you," Mabel explained. "I promised Durland that I would stay out of it."

"Do you ever stay out of it?" Dean asked with a small smile.

Mabel flushed red before answering, "No, but neither do you. In fact I think you get into trouble more than I do, running right to the danger instead of the other way."

"All part of the job," Sam muttered.

"Can we not talk about hunting?" Soos questioned sounding upset.

"Okay Soos," Mabel agreed. "We won't." She shot Sam and Dean a wary look before trying to drop the subject.

"It's just everyone that does this dies, Abuelita, both of the Stans and Dipper. I just don't want to see anyone else I care about die because of the supernatural." Soos' voice shook and he looked like he was on the verge of a break down. "I can't lose anyone else."

Mabel's eyes widened when he mentioned Dipper. "How did you know about Dipper?"

"If Dipper was still here and missing you would be out there tracking who or whatever took him," Soos explained. "And he would do the same for you."

"Soos, you have to know that I'm not going anywhere. Even if something happens to me," Mabel began. "I'll be in your heart." She placed a hand on his chest. "And in your memories, nothing will ever change that."

"But Mabel I want you to live," Soos muttered. "Stan tried to stop you and Dipper from hunting but you didn't listen. The last thing he told me was how proud he was of the way I looked out for you and Dipper; I may have failed with Dipper but I won't with you."

"Well Stan's not here anymore," She stated. Mabel got out of the booth, looking colder than she had since they had made it to the Mystery Shack. "And Soos, you are family; but I don't need anyone looking out for me." Mabel walked out of the diner only half expecting Dean to follow her.

"Mabel, where are you going?" Sam called from behind her.

"I'm walking home. I'll see you guys when you get back," Mabel barked trying to hold back how upset she was becoming.

"I'm coming with you," Dean added falling into step with Mabel.

"Dean," Mabel began to argue but the older Winchester wasn't going to have it.

"You don't have to talk to me, I just figured you shouldn't be out here alone."

"I'm not made of porcelain! No one seems to understand that," Mabel screamed. "Even Soos is fretting over me and I don't want it. I never wanted any of it. I watched my brother deterriate worrying about me, trying to keep me safe and I will not watch anyone else do that."

"I won't do that Mabel neither will Sam or Soos, he's just worried," Dean explained.

"I know that, but I am worried about him," Mabel rebutted "He lost the only parent he has ever known. Maybe I'm being selfish about this, but I don't want him to waste himself on me; I'm not worth it."

"Mabel," Dean began. "Soos isn't going to waste himself on you and you are worth more than you think."

"Yeah, I don't feel like it."

Dean knew he wasn't going to convince Mabel of anything by arguing with her, so he kept his mouth shut and they walked in strained silence. "You know why I hunted you down, right?" Mabel nodded but Dean kept going, "because you needed someone and I didn't know who else would be there."

"I don't need saving Dean, I'm already lost. I thought I knew what happened, but I don't…" Mabel turned to look at him. "I'm not sure that Dipper is dead."

"What?" Dean asked, wondering if he heard her what she said.

"Beside the guilt and memory of what I have done, that's the only thing that hurts. It doesn't feel like he is gone," Mabel went on.

"It's called denial," Dean joked at first but when Mabel's face set in a straight line his smile faded.

"His spirit isn't with me. The journals said that he would be stuck here as long as all of the journals were intact," Mabel retorted.

"And you believe the journal?" Dean prodded.

Mabel nodded, "You believe your Dad's journal, don't you?"

They didn't talk for the rest of the walk. Neither had much left to say. Dean wasn't sure what to believe about Dipper and neither did Mabel, but part of her hoped that her brother was alright where ever he is. She also had no idea what to say to Soos, Mabel understood why he was upset and that he had every right to be. This whole situation was crazy and Mabel wasn't sure how to take it in.

Bill was on the move and Dipper had no idea what was going on. The dream demon was frantic and he seemed even harder to predict, which was hard to believe but there he was latching onto Dipper's arm and trying to drag him to god knows where.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere that isn't here," Bill answered.

Dipper rolled his eyes, planting himself firmly in place. "Come on Pine Tree, I don't have time for this. We have to get out of here."

"Why would I come with you?" Dipper asked.

"Two reasons actually, one you want Shooting Star back and two I have the Corduroy girl and I don't think you want me to kill her on your behalf," Bill sneered.

"Wendy? Let her go Bill," Dipper commanded. "I won't argue with you or fight you anymore just let her go home."

"That change of tune was so fast it might have given me whiplash," Bill responded. "I will let her go, but first we have stuff to do."

"Let me see her first," Dipper demanded. "Then we can go, I'll do whatever you want me to do. As long as you don't hurt Wendy."

"Fine, but just so you know Wendy isn't ready for the ball," Bill smirked. "You'll have to give her some time to get herself ready."

When Bill finally decided to take him to Wendy, Dipper had to admit that she was filthy, covered in dirt and bloody from where she struggled against Bill and her restraints. She lay slumped against the wall of her prison, her restrained hands supporting her head. As Dipper got closer to her the scent of dried blood began to affect him, forcing Dipper to shake his head trying desperately to placate his instincts. "You aren't a monster," Dipper whispered to himself taking a few slow steps toward Wendy.

Wendy didn't know what was going on, Bill had left her alone for days and she had no idea when or if he would come back. She had accepted that the demon had left her to die. All she knew was that someone had entered the room and was slowly approaching her. Wendy knew that her best bet was to feign sleep and strike once the intruder got close enough.

It wasn't until Wendy felt a gentle hand on her shoulder that she sat up to see who was standing over her. She was surprised to see that it was Dipper. The Corduroy girl cried out in pure joy as her arms snaked around Dipper as best as she could; her chest heaving as her shallow breaths got caught in her throat. It took a few moments for Dipper to realize that Wendy was crying.

"Wendy what's wrong?" Dipper asked, nearly lying on the ground next to his friend, completely unable to come up with anything else to say. "Are you hurt?"

Wendy shook her head against his shoulder as a few stray tears soaked into Dipper's shirt. Dipper's concern only grew when Wendy continued to cry, her arms embracing him as tightly as they could. "Then what's wrong?" Dipper pleaded trying to make things better.

At his question Wendy finally loosened her grip and looked into Dipper's eyes. Tears still gathered around the edges of her eyes, as she answered, "Because I thought you were dead. I was told you were dead."

Dipper's eyes widened at the answer she gave. "Who told you that?" How many people knew about what had happened to him? Was Bill telling everyone he was dead?

"Dipper, I can't," Wendy muttered in response. Bill had reentered her prison and telling Dipper the truth while the demon was in earshot would only get her or both of them killed. From what she could tell Bill was keeping the twins apart for some reason and part of Wendy was relieved that she had not found Mabel before Bill caught her.

"Come on Pine Tree, we are heading out," Bill commanded.

When Bill's voice cut through their conversation Dipper positioned himself between Bill and Wendy, staring down the demon as Bill took a few steps closer to them. Dipper turned back towards Wendy to tell her goodbye. "Stay safe," Dipper stated under his breath.

"No worries Pine Tree, the girl is coming with us," Bill commented, motioning for them to follow him.

Neither of them wanted to argue with him so they followed close behind. The only thing Dipper wanted was to get Wendy away from Bill and he would as soon as he got the chance to.

By the time that Dean and Mabel made it back to the Mystery Shack Soos was already gone; Sam had said that the handy man had been abnormally quiet after Mabel stormed out of the diner. Even when Sam tried to talk to him, it didn't seem like Soos was there. It didn't seem like he heard Sam and if he did, Soos refused to respond.

"He gets like that sometimes," Mabel muttered. "Soos retreats into himself and things around him get ignored."

As if she sensed the brothers' unasked question. "It is just how he deals with things. He is mad at me, but he'll get over it. He is like the older brother I didn't have."

"So just like Dean then?" Sam joked shoving Dean's shoulder.

Dean pursed his lips before the smile he was trying to stifle broke through. "We should probably hit the hay. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow," Dean admitted.

Sam opened his mouth to respond but yawned as soon as his mouth was open. "Are we headed to the police station first thing in the morning?"

Dean nodded, "After a cup of coffee and a bite to eat."

"You guys can have the attic tonight," Mabel stated. "There is an extra mattress up there and one of you can feel free to sleep in my bed tonight."

Sam didn't wait for her to say anything else, he just walked past her and Dean, to begin his climb up the steps. Dean just stood there for a second staring at her, a question hanging from his lips. "Where are you going to sleep then?"

"Grunkle Stan's room. Me and Dipper used to do that when we first moved here," Mabel muttered. "Mostly when Stan went out of town and we didn't like leaving the downstairs empty."

"Are you sure you are going to be okay down here by yourself?" Dean inquired.

Mabel nodded. "I'll be fine. This is my house and the safest home I've ever known. I just want to take some time to think and figure out what's going on with me," she tried to explain, hoping Dean understood. Mabel wrapped her arms around Dean and at first he wasn't sure why. "I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

"It's alright Mabel," Dean forgave before he turned away to head up the steps. "Get some rest. You need it."

Once Dean went up the steps, Mabel walked towards Stan's old room. The door was locked and it took her a minute to remember where they hid the skeleton key.

When she finally got the door open Mabel could see that the room was exactly how her and Dipper left it. The only thing that had changed was that a healthy coat of dust had settled on everything. It felt weird being in here knowing that Stan and her brother were both gone.

Mabel took a moment to look at the pictures of her family around the room. Most of them were from when her and Dipper lived with Stan, the rest were pictures of Stan and his brother, her parents on their wedding night and even great grandma and grandpa Pines were plastered on the walls of her Grunkle's room. As she stared at the pictures, Mabel could see the family that she had, the thing that she had lost and wanted back more than anything.

After stripping the top layer off of the bed, she laid down and tried to let sleep take her. Mabel laid there and just stared at her surroundings since her mind was wandering. She could feel that something awful was going to happen, the feeling hadn't sunk in yet but was becoming more concrete as she lay awake; in the back of her mind Mabel knew that whatever it was would happen in Gravity Falls and that she would be here when it did.

When Dean opened his eyes he was standing in a clearing. The smell of dried blood hung in the air. He was standing in the center of what felt like a battlefield or at least it was at some point. Dean could fell the adrenaline in his system slowly fading into exhaustion. What had happened here? Why couldn't he remember anything?

As Dean took in his surroundings, he noticed that there was someone lying motionless on the ground near where he was standing. He nearly ran over to the person and crouched next to them, before gingerly turning the person over. Dean almost lost it when he saw that the lifeless form before him was none other than Mabel. He sunk to his knees, pulling her into his lap slowly as if she was made of glass and holding her there, wondering once again what had happened here.

Tears began to flow out of his eyes, when he took in her pale face and one of the bullet holes that grazed the side of her face. It was obvious that she had passed out from the way her eyes were, closed and it looked like she was sleeping on his lap. As he stared at her face something startling happened. , Mabel's eyes opened and she stared at him like she didn't understand what was going on.

"Mabel?" Dean pleaded, hoping that it was really Mabel and not something else.

"Yes, Dean?" Mabel responded, but her voice sounded off. When Dean's expression changed so did Mabel's and her brown eyes slowly faded away into yellow and white revealing Bill Cipher. The demon was using Mabel even after she had passed. "I'm only borrowing her meatsuit muscles, after I'm done it can retire in peace. The girl is dead, the time for her to fight possession is over. She's also more useful to me this way." Mabel's face warped into a twisted smile.

"Get out of here," Dean growled. "Haven't you done enough?" Dean desperately searched for his gun or any weapon for that matter, but he found himself unarmed compleltely.

"Relax," Bill commanded. "This is only a dream, well more of a warning, an omen if you will."

"I'm asleep?" Dean asked himself more than Bill as he tried to wake himself up desperately.

"I wouldn't waste your time, you are stuck here with me until I am done with you," Bill explained. "And yes, you are sleeping and so are Star and Goldie Locks. No harm will come to either of them while we have a little chat."

When the demon told him that both his brother and Mabel were okay, all of the tension left his body. Dean didn't want to listen to Bill at all but he knew that he was not leaving this nightmare until he heard Bill out. "What do you want?"

"Didn't I already tell you? I want to warn you," Bill reiterated.

"I will listen to you, but can you at least get out of Mabel," Dean asked. "I know it is you anyways, there isn't a point to keep up the charade."

"As you wish," Bill mocked as he flashed out of Mabel's body and she slumped against Dean once again.

Before the older Winchester could speak again, Bill spoke, diving straight into his warning, "You need to leave Gravity Falls. Take your brother and Shooting star and hit the road, put the town out of your mind and don't look back."

"Why?" Dean questioned.

"Because if you don't Muscles, you will be alone," Bill warned, "Star will be dead and your brother will be taken far out of your reach."

"Why?" Dean repeated himself, fists clenched tightly trying to keep himself from punching the demon in the eye. "What are you going to do them?"

"Nothing, but something big is coming to this little sleepy town in Oregon; something that you couldn't dream of stopping," Bill responded cryptically and from what Dean could tell the demon was losing control over the nightmare.

Bill's words echoed in his ears when Dean's eyes shot open and he sat up suddenly on the bed. Sam was still sound asleep on the bed next to his and they were still in the attic. The only thing that wouldn't let him go back to sleep were the thoughts of Mabel and Dean knew that he wasn't going back to bed until he at least checked on her. The older Winchester walked down the attic steps as quietly as he could, hoping that he wouldn't wake Sam or anything else that was lurking around the Shack.

The Shack at night was a hard place to navigate, Dean nearly tripped on a rug and bumped into the couch a few times before he made it to Stan's old room. Part of Dean wanted to knock, but the other part of him believed that Mabel was sleeping and the last thing he wanted was to wake her. Even still Dean opened the door praying that the old hinges wouldn't dare whine at the motion. The door let out a low whine as Dean stepped into the room closing the door behind him with a low click.

"Who's there?" Mabel's soft voice asked. From the way she sounded it was obvious that she hadn't been asleep.

"Really? Someone just walks into your room in the middle of the night and you are just going to ask them who they are?" Dean teased.

"I figured it was you or Sam, I haven't heard any noises from outside or even in the house until you came clunking down the steps," Mabel retorted. "That isn't the point, what's wrong macho man?" She questioned sitting up on the bed.

Dean rubbed the back of his head subconsciously before taking a step closer to the bed. "Nothing," Dean answered trying his best to seem nonchalant, "just making sure that you are alright down here."

Mabel sighed before getting out of the bed and wrapping her arms around the man before her. "That's all? I'm fine Dean and we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm here if you want to talk about it."

"I had a really weird dream," Dean muttered. "It made me worry that you and Sam were in trouble and I had to do something."

"Which is why you decided to come down here and wake me up?" Mabel prodded, shifting herself back into bed.

"Both of us know that you weren't sleeping," Dean responded.

"I know, I can't," Mabel stated patting the spot next to her on the bed. "It's weird being back here you know? Now that I'm…. the only one." She choked out the last part like admitting it made it anymore true.

"Yeah I know," Dean whispered not knowing what else to say.

"I thought being here would change them not being here, I was wrong though… It just makes this place seem like an empty shell something vacant of what it used to be, something it will never be again."

"Somethings can't be changed," he muttered, before slowly climbing into the bed. As soon as Dean was settled, he wrapped his arms around Mabel.

"Are you going to tell me, what your dream was about?" Mabel asked.

"Maybe later," Dean answered, "but now, you should probably get some sleep." The truth was that Dean wanted to tell her, but he knew it would only start a fight and he knew that, that was the last thing they needed right now. "Goodnight Mabel."

"Goodnight Dean," Mabel muttered as she buried her face into his chest.

Sam wasn't surprised when he found that Dean had gotten out of bed in the middle of the night to be with Mabel, he was more shocked that his brother had even come up to the attic in the first place. It didn't matter to Sam either way, Dean was different around Mabel, still protective and somewhat overbearing but he seemed happy and if she could bring that out of Dean than who was Sam to object.

By the time Dean emerged from Stan's room the coffee was already brewed and Soos had already begun his shift at the Mystery Shack. Sam sat at the table with his laptop open and a cup of creamer filled coffee next to him. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I was going to until I saw that you were sleeping peacefully for once," Sam explained. "It's not like the police station is going to up and leave before we get there, and anyways our victim is dead and another is unlikely."

"Yeah, Yeah," Dean responded. "I just don't want to waste time; the quicker we get out of here the better." He knew that talking to the police about Gideon was the easy part, convincing Mabel to leave town was another thing.

"We just got here Dean, Mabel isn't going to want to just pick up and leave just like that," Sam reminded Dean of the thing already knew.

"I know that Sam, but we might not have much of a choice."

When Mabel got out of bed Dean and Sam were nowhere to be found and from what she could tell the Shack was up and running. Part of her wanted to go out there and help Soos, the other knew that there was something else she needed to do first.

That is what had her searching through Grunkle Stan's belongings to find a few things. Taking her Grunkle's fez and Grandpa's glasses she packed her backpack and headed to the woods. Mabel had to find Jeff and ask him if Bill was in the area, but even before that she needed to talk to her Grunkle, if anyone knew what to do in this situation it was him. She set up her circle in the same spot that Gideon had originally summoned Bill in, placing her families' belongings in the circle and annunciating the incantation from the journal. Before she knew it the ghosts of her relatives were standing before her looking somewhat surprised to be home.

"Stanley, what happened?" Her grandfather exclaimed, taking in his surroundings.

"Sheesh, we've been summoned Ford, relax," Grunkle Stan muttered meeting Mabel's eyes finally. "Mabel, what did I tell you about spookums and those crazy books?"

"To stay away from them and that the journals were works of fiction," Mabel recalled.

"Stan, this isn't the time to lecture her about hunting," her grandfather piped up. "We are a little past that at this point."

"Ford," Grunkle Stan began firmly.

"Stanley."

"Why do you two keep calling each other by the wrong names?" Mabel questioned.

At her question both of them stopped their bickering to look at her. They stared at her for a moment before their gazes met and they shared a nod. Grunkle Stan let out a heavy sigh before he made eye contact with Mabel once again. "We wanted to tell you, I planned to tell you but then…. You know."

"Tell me what?"

"We aren't exactly who you know us as," the man that Mabel had known as grandpa her whole life said. "I'm Stanford Pines, the real Stanford and that is my brother is Stanley."

"You two swapped identities?"

"More like your Grunkle stole my identity." Stanford gave his brother a pointed look.

"I had to in order to keep your house Poindexter. You were M.I.A. and I didn't want to be homeless again," Grunkle Stan retorted.

"I know but Mabel doesn't. By the time I returned the whole town knew Stanley as Stanford Pines and with Bill running around, we couldn't risk anyone else being caught in the crossfire," Stanford explained.

"So we separated and lived without much contact with each other that was until you and your brother were born. Bill used you and Dipper to keep ahold on us. He had your mother killed and caused your father's downward spiral," Grunkle Stan admitted.

"We could both see that your Dad was losing it, so we lied and told him that I was his father. Stanley even had a fake birth certificate made," Stanford paused letting what he said sink in.

"So you aren't my Grandfather?"

Stanford shook his head. "No, I only lied to your Dad so that I could get you and Dipper away from him. He was unstable and we knew he couldn't take care of you both. He never knew his parents, they were gone before he was old enough to remember them."

"I was going to tell you but you had just lost your "grandfather" then your father, I just couldn't take anything else away from you," Grunkle Stan stated.

"So you're my great Uncle Stanford and Grunkle Stanley?"

Both of her Grunkles nodded in response. "I know you didn't call us here to talk about ancient history, what is going on Mabel?"

"I need to ask you about Dipper, have you seen him on the other side?" As the questioned escaped her lips, Mabel hated the fact that she had to ask it at all.

"We haven't seen Dipper," great Uncle Ford answered.

"What happened?" Grunkle Stan yelled.

"I don't know anymore," Mabel admitted. "All I know is that whatever happened involved Bill and a nest of vampires."

"You two went after a nest of vampires?" Stanford asked proudly.

"You're still going to encourage her Ford," Stanley sighed. "I thought we went over this." When both Stanford and Mabel looked at him like he sprouted a second head Stan waved his statement away. "What happened to Dipper?"

"He died," Mabel began. "Or at least I think he did. I remember it happening so vividly but now I'm unsure."

"You could just be in denial," Stanley responded almost instantly. "I was for a long time after my brother disappeared and then again when he died."

"Or the memory could be manufactured. Bill has been in her head and that is all he needs to get in there and begin screwing around," Stanford retorted.

"So say are saying that it is possible that Dipper is still alive?" Mabel asked making sure that she was on the same page as her Great Uncle.

Stanford nodded, "And he is most likely with Bill at this very moment." Her Uncle sounded like he was ready to punch Bill in the face himself at the thought of his nephew being with Bill.

"Great Uncle Ford, don't worry about Bill or Dipper. I'll handle it," Mabel stated. "You two worry about moving on to the other side."

Stanley's eyes widened at her statement. "What are you talking about? You know we can't unless..."

"You are going to burn my journals," Stanford exclaimed.

"I'm sorry but I can't let this go on anymore," Mabel began, "I won't let Bill keep you two as prisoners to torment for eternity. You both deserve to rest."

"We aren't saints Mabel," Stanley muttered.

"But neither am I. You lied to me and Dipper, but you had reason to," Mabel explained. "You both have broken laws, hurt people unintentionally but you forget what good you've done. You took me and Dipper in, you have taken care of each other and you have saved people."

Stan opened his mouth to argue with Mabel, but she shut him down," Grunkle Stan, I have to go. I'll see you both later, I promise."

One thing that Dean and Sam had learned was that if you walked into a police station impersonating F.B.I. Agents that they usually gave you what you wanted. In this case they wanted every piece of information they could get on Gideon's case. Sheriff Blubs did them one better, he took them to the morgue and allowed them to view the body.

What they saw was horrifying, Gideon had been tortured for an undetermined period of time and then the culprit had drained the former psychic dry. Whether he died from the torture or from blood loss the police weren't sure but however he died it was obvious that it was painful. The thing that the brothers honed in on was Gideon's face. There was a triangle carved around his left eye, Sam and Dean shared a look and curt nod before they thanked the Sheriff before heading back to the Impala.

"Well at least we know that something really is going on here," Sam commented.

Dean nodded, "Bill is back in the area and Mabel is not going to take this well."