Grace sat at Bobby's desk doing research. Six months had passed since the hellhound attack that almost took her life. True to her word, she stopped going out on hunts. Dean made sure she kept that promise by working cases nearby. Now that Sam and Bobby knew about their relationship, Dean could come home to Grace after a hunt and they could be together openly. No more hiding. It made it easier on Grace to have him as close as possible, so she didn't feel the urge to tag along... which kept her out of harms way... which was all Dean wanted.
Their current case was different. It started only a few hours away. They discovered a vampire nest in its beginning stages. Low key, only a few vamps in the group. They decided to take them out to stop the nest from growing since new members would most likely be fresh turns. By the time they got to the nest, it was empty. The guys could tell the vamps left in a hurry, and they followed. The trail led them three days away from Bobby's and they had just discovered the new location of the nest.
Grace's cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and smiled.
"Hello?"
"Hey, babe," Dean said.
"Where are you?"
"We're at the motel. We got the location and we're headin' out. If all goes well we should be done in a few hours."
"Be careful."
"We will. Hey... What color underwear do you have on?"
Grace laughed when she heard Sam in the background, "Dude! I do not want to hear that! We've talked about this already."
"Dean, why do you torture your brother?"
"He's an easy target. I'll call you when we're done."
"Be safe... Love you."
"Love you."
Dean called Grace almost eight hours later. "I've got good news and bad news," he said.
Grace closed her eyes. "Bad news first."
"Sam broke his leg. We're at the hospital now."
"How bad?"
"Doc said it's a clean break, but he'll need a cast for a few weeks."
"What happened?"
"There was a vamp we didn't see... turns out it was the leader. He was pretty strong. Threw Sam across the room, and he landed wrong."
Grace made a face. "What's the good news?"
"The good news is that the nest has been cleaned out... and I'll be on my way home as soon as Sam is released."
Grace couldn't help but smile. "Does Sam's cast mean you'll be home for those few weeks?"
"Maybe," Dean said with a grin. "You miss me?"
"No, not really," she said playfully.
"Liar."
"They're red, by the way."
"What's red?"
"My underwear," she said, smiling.
She heard Dean moan before she heard Bobby from the other room. "You wanna leave that talk in the bedroom?"
"Sorry, Bobby!"
"Sometimes I miss the days you two were a secret."
Grace laughed and Dean sighed at the thought of her in those red underwear. "I'll call you when we're almost home. It may take a little longer since Sam can't help with the driving."
"I'll be waiting."
When Sam and Dean finally made it back to Bobby's, Dean was exhausted. He threw his duffel on the couch and called out for Grace.
Bobby answered him from the kitchen. "She's in the shower."
Dean grinned and, with the energy he had left, he ran up the stairs. He quietly opened the bathroom door, sneaking inside and closing the door behind him. He removed his clothes and climbed in behind Grace. When he slipped his hand around her waist she gasped, swinging around. He just barely got out of the way as her fist sailed past his head.
"Whoa!"
"Dean?!"
He smiled at her. "That's my girl."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You were supposed to call."
"Crap," he said, realizing he forgot. "Sorry... It was a long trip."
"Tired?"
"Yeah," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Well, I'm not... and I missed you a lot, so I'd better get out of here before its too late."
She finished rinsing her hair, kissed Dean, then got out, wrapping herself in a towel. Once she was dressed she went downstairs to talk to Sam. He was sitting on the couch with his broken leg propped up.
She grabbed the chair from in front of Bobby's desk and pulled it closer to the couch. Dean wasn't much for talking about the cases he just worked, but Grace was still learning a lot and she liked to get the details. Sam usually had no problem filling her in.
"So," Grace said, "how bad was it?"
"Not too bad. We've been in way worse vamp situations."
She raised her eyebrows at him and pointed to his broken leg. He let out a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know. That's what happens when you get caught off guard."
Dean came down the stairs and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He turned and asked, "Anybody else want one?"
Sam shook his head. Bobby, sitting at his desk, motioned that he wanted one.
Dean handed Bobby his beer, then walked over to Grace. He took her hand and pulled her out of the chair, then sat down in her place.
"Hey..."
He pulled her into his lap. "Cast-boy over there is taking up the whole sofa."
She rolled her eyes and put her arm around his shoulders. "So, how's the leg feel?" she asked Sam.
"Not bad."
"I don't doubt it with the pain meds they gave you," Dean said.
Sam started recapping what happened at the nest for Grace. Dean finished off his beer and interrupted, "I'm gonna get some sleep." Grace stood so he could get up. He grabbed her hand before she sat back down. "You comin'?"
"In a little while. I wanna finish talking to Sam." He gave her a quick kiss then headed upstairs. Grace sat back down, and Sam finished telling her about the nest. A few hours later, she was ready for bed. She climbed in next to Dean, who was on his side, so that her back was against him. She lifted his arm and pulled it over her, and smiled when she felt him pull her closer.