Here it is, the sequel! Unfortunately, I still do not own any rights to Supernatural or Grimm. Enjoy :)
Rain lashed down angrily from the sky, hitting against the windows and roof. Nick sighed into his mug as he curled himself up on the couch in the living room, Trubel copying his motions beside him. Juliette was fast asleep upstairs but the noise of the storm had stolen the sleep of the two Grimm's and refused to give it back. So, eventually they had both given up and sleepily sat together downstairs while waiting for the seemingly never ending storm to move on.
"How can Juliette still be asleep with all this noise?" Trubel mumbled with a pout and Nick couldn't help but smile at her. A sleepy Trubel was also quite a childish Trubel, and Nick enjoyed seeing small snippets of the childhood that had been stolen from her.
"She always was a heavy sleeper" Nick replied.
"Well, can she give some of it to me?" Trubel's pout deepened and Nick could only chuckle. Silence rolled over the two of them again and gradually Nick could see Trubel beginning to drift off. Gently, he pried the now empty mug from her hand and shifted himself slightly so she could use his shoulder as a make-shift pillow. He felt her body slowly press against his and eventually he heard light snores coming from her.
"Well, at least one of us is getting some sleep" Nick muttered. He sighed quietly to himself and shut his eyes, focusing on the sound of the rain outside. It was beginning to ease off a little, so the sound became more of a calming and gentle noise. It filled his mind and he could feel his body relaxing against Trubel's. His breathing slowed and finally he too slipped into unconsciousness. The two slept soundly against each other for all of about 15 minutes before a loud banging sound from outside awoke Nick, his subsequent jump of shock waking Trubel.
"What was that?" Nick whispered mostly to himself while he blinked himself back into reality as Trubel sat up and sleepily mumbled something incoherent next to him. The two Grimm's sat in silence for a few seconds until the sound came again and they both turned to where it was coming from: the front door.
"Why would someone be at our door at this time of night?" Trubel questioned. If Nick hadn't been so tired and confused he probably would have smiled at the fact that Trubel had called it their door, not just his door. Slowly he stood and walked over to the door. Trubel began to follow him but he held his hand up to tell her to keep back. Silently he approached the door and looked through the window to see who was outside.
"What the-?" Nick's eyes widened as he hurriedly pulled out the keys from the drawer and unlocked the door.
"Who is it?" Trubel ran over to him, confused by his sudden change of caution. But just as she reached his side, someone collapsed through the door straight into Nick's arms. He hardly had time to catch the body and stumbled back slightly when the weight hit him. Trubel wanted to help him carry the fallen and clearly injured man over to the couch but she found herself completely frozen. Only once Nick had pushed the body down onto the couch and he rolled over slightly and groaned in pain did Trubel finally move. She slowly walked towards the couch, her eyes not once leaving the man's face as she knelt down next to him.
"Sam?" she whispered, completely bewildered that the person in front of her- covered in blood and dirt, barely on the brink of consciousness- could possibly be Sam Winchester.
"T-Trubel?" As soon as her name left his lips, Trubel had no doubt that it was Sam.
"What happened to you?" she asked frantically, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Dean, he's gone. He has to come home, I have to bring him home..." Sam muttered before slumping down into the couch.
"Sam?!" Trubel's heart jumped into her throat but Nick quickly checked for a pulse and they both breathed a sigh of relief when he found one, despite the fact that it was weaker than it should have been.
"What was he talking about? What's happened to Dean?" Nick wondered as Trubel slid herself down onto the couch next to Sam's now sleeping body.
"I don't know..." Trubel said quietly, her eyes full of concern as she turned and looked up at Nick. Something wasn't right, they could both feel it. But neither of them had any idea just how wrong everything had gone in the six months since they had last seen Sam.