Hey guys! feeling inspired pretty quickly! warning: some mentions of spanking, this isn't going to be a spanking fanfic, its mostly just would be used to put Grace back in line. Which depends on how mischievous she is haha

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural...thought I wish I did :)

SAM'S POV

After Gracie padded away from me, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Sometimes I thought I was doing a good job raising Grace, but then there were times like this…

I tossed the soiled sheets in the laundry, going through the motions because I was so familiar at it at this point.

Which wasn't a good thing.

She had just started to adjust, barely but it was a start. Then this happened; and it was like taking ten steps backward. Wetting the bed, nightmares, constant crying again. Anger flooded me and I gritted my teeth remembering how helpless she was when those Vampires attacked her. Pale and lifeless, so different from her giggly smile and bouncy step.

Thinking of the vamps made me remember what they had said…

"My buddy and I started hearing rumors of some kid, that was like an energy source for our kind… It's like she's a battery for us. We don't need as much blood or violence with her close. Even stalking you guys, I could feel it. She has the brightest glow I've ever seen."

What did he mean? Energy source? And the thing about her glow…does that mean all monsters could sense her? My heart wrenched at the thought of Gracie getting hurt again because of this ability she might have. I tried racking my brain for any information on the topic, the rumbling of the washing machine vibrating against my hands.

Nothing.

"Dammit!" hissing, I grabbed the wet towels and hung them up frustrated. I would have to do some research about it, maybe Dean and I could look into it whenever Grace was taking naps or more then less distracted. The thought of her getting into this, and becoming involved when she was still so young and innocent and didn't DESERVE this made me sick. Remembering my own childhood of lonely hotel rooms, endless research in stuffy libraries, and hunting monsters at such a young age myself was something I didn't want for Grace.

Making my way out of the bathroom, I made a decision.

In no way in HELL would Grace become a part of this.

GRACE POV

I had to be a part of this.

My small fingers skimmed the numerous books, running across so many different kinds. I was amazed at first, there were so many books in this room. More than I've ever seen in my life!

The only time I got to read a book was when I stole the Shapeshifters books, most of the time I didn't really understand them. I could read, but not a lot and now that I was thinking about it I might not be able to find my answers here.

Especially if I can't read these huge books with such small writing, and NO pictures.

After a few moments I almost stopped until my eyes caught an old looking book with gold on it. For some reason my hand pulled it out and I set it on the long wooden table. Dust settled into the air and I fought back a sneeze. If Daddy and Uncle Dean found out I was in here I would be in big trouble, and I was terrified of being in trouble.

But I needed to find out, I needed to know so I could protect them.

Slowly and carefully I opened it, mostly afraid it would fall apart in my hands. However it opened gracefully, old yellow pages delicately lying flat. As if it was waiting for me. My eyes wandered across the pages, only a few words striking me as important.

"Energy Source"

"Empath"

"Lucifer"

My brow crinkled, for some reason these words seemed important but I didn't know anything about them. Before I could turn the page though, I heard footsteps and my name being called. My head shot up, oh no I can't be caught!

Quickly, I shoved the book back into its bookshelf and before I could run out of the room or hide; Daddy was standing in the open doorway.

My face flushed and I looked down, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. How could I? How could I go behind their backs when they had given me so much? I gulped and looked down, hair swinging down and covering my beat red face. My sweaty hands clutched each other as I waited for him so say something, anything!

Daddy started walking towards me and I instantly flinched, squeezing my eyes shut. This was it, I thought I could be good but I can't and now I was getting it.

However, his footsteps stopped and he sighed. Big warm hands rested on top of my arms, and I gasped.

I waited a few moments and nothing seemed to happen. No hits, no slaps or punches.

I opened my eyes slowly to see Daddy crouched in front of me, almost at eye level if he wasn't already so tall.

He was frowning, but didn't look angry. He looked…. disappointed, and concerned. Why?

"Grace, didn't we talk about you not being allowed in here?" his big hazel eyes gazed into mine and I couldn't look away.

"Yes Daddy…I got lost and forgot this was the library." I fibbed for now. Later I would tell him the truth, but right now I couldn't tell him the truth.

He still was looking at me, and sighed, "Next time I find you in here without mine or Uncle Dean's permission there will be…repercussions."

My face scrunched in confusion, "Re-per-cussions?" I stuttered out the long word, not really understanding what Daddy meant.

Daddy looked conflicted and sat down, his long legs folding into each other. He gently dragged me into his lap and rocked me, brushing my hair away from my face.

"Grace you are my whole world now. I know you have been through some horrible things, but that doesn't excuse yourself sometimes for disobeying us. I want to protect you and that means there are rules to follow so you can be protected. If that means time-out, or even a spanking to get you to understand what you did was wrong then that might have to happen."

My breath quickened and I froze in his arms. So he was talking about punishing me? Sam or Dean haven't laid a forced hand on me since they've found me. Some might say they were coddling me, but I was basking in it. The idea of time-out or….spanking sounded cruel.

"I don't understand, what are those things? I'm so sorry Daddy! Please forgive me!" blubbering out words while tears started to pour down my face. This whole situation was so stressful and I wished I hadn't gone behind Daddy's back.

Daddy pulled me into his arms and hushed me, "Baby girl please don't cry. Those things aren't bad, but necessary sometimes. Time-out is after you've been bad and need to think about what you've done wrong. Usually you sit in a corner with no toys or TV for as long as I say for and then afterwards we talk about why I did that."

I sniffled and rubbed my tears away, "That doesn't sound so bad…what about the other thing you were talking about?"

Daddy padded my hair and bit his lip, whatever he was feeling he seemed very conflicted. Finally he started to explain, "Well peanut if you were to do something REALLY bad, like putting yourself in danger or other people then me or Uncle Dean would have to give you a spanking." Before I could ask what that was he put his hand on my bum, patting it gently, "Which means to hit your bottom as many times as I see fit, until the understanding of the situation goes through your mind."

I seemed much more aware of his large hand on my small butt, and I cringed of thinking how much that would hurt. My face at this point was crimson. It was weird to think of Daddy hitting me, but to me it wasn't the same thing as the Shapeshifter hitting me. Daddy was generally concerned about me, and wanted me to know that.

Daddy seemed to notice my embarrassment and laughed loudly, "Our Dad did the same thing to Dean and I, especially if were being a couple of idiots—which were most times. Our butts would be red and hurt for a day or so and then usually it was fine. It was just something to reinforce something serious that time-out or grounding couldn't do."

I wiggled my butt out of his hands, "Okay Daddy, I understand."

He looked at me and stifled a laugh, "Alright, that was just a warning Grace. Next time…" his hands wandered to my butt again and I gasped face flushing, embarrassed.

"Ok Daddy!" I jumped out of his arms and adjusted the giant t-shirt, making sure to cover my undies. I NEVER wanted Daddy or Uncle Dean to spank me…it sounded like it hurt, especially when they had such giant hands.

I would just have to be sneakier next time.