This story is the brainchild of the amazing mssammydean! But due to other commitments is unable to continue and has handed over the reins to little old me! A HUGE thank you to her for letting me continue her fine work and for having faith in me to do it well! So I will be continuing from where she left off at chapter 11.
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"Dean cut it out!!" Grace was currently sitting on her motel bed and was failing miserably at swatting away Dean's eager hands from her face.
"Aww is little Gracie scared of a little lovin?" Dean mocked.
"DEAN!!!" she screamed and attempted to punch the jerk in the face.
That failed too causing both the Winchester boys to laugh and point at her.
"It's not funny guys," she exclaimed shaking head at the two immature men before her. "Stop laughing. Guys. What's wrong with you? Stop it! I'll kill you!" Her empty threats just made Sam and Dean laugh harder, causing them to roll around on the floor.
With a grunt, Grace made a way into the bathroom, slamming the door, before getting ready for the day ahead.
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15 Years Ago
The Winchester boys were now staying with fellow hunter Maree Alexander as their father was off on a hunting trip that was too dangerous to risk them going with him.
Maree Alexander was the wife of a great hunter, Max Alexander who had gone with John for the hunt. Max was a very good friend of John's and they had met while both hunting a shape shifter up in Milwaukee. He had a daughter named Grace who was joined to Dean's hip. It was almost impossible to get those two separated.
Sam was now 7, Grace was 10 and Dean had just turned 11.
All three held close bonds as they understood what it was like to move around and to never have a stable home, long term friends, or any security that could've been held by staying in one place. Every time the trio had started adapting to the new area, their family would be done with the hunt and would move, starting the cycle once again.
Even at such young ages, they were all very mature. Dean looked after his brother more than his own father did, and he always had some sort of connection with Grace. He had liked her since they met but she didn't ever need to know that.
That night, the Winchesters and Alexander lay in their beds on the top storey of their rented house. Luckily there were a few hunts in the area letting them stay long enough to be able to rent a home. Sam and Grace's beds were located side by side against one wall, while Dean's was opposite to theirs. The moonlight shone through the curtains and cast shadows all over the room.
Grace couldn't fall asleep. While she was meant to be a brave and strong girl, she never liked the dark. Shadows moved around the room making her feel paranoid about everything. Every time she saw movement in the corner of her eyes, she would look but there was nothing ever there that she could see moving.
Unable to stay brave anymore, she did the only thing that would make her feel safe. She ran to Dean.
Shaking Dean awake she started whispering loudly, "Dean. Dean please wake up. I'm scared."
Just like that, the boy who cared for her like family jolted up in his bed, his wary and hunter trained eyes scanned the room before landing on her face.
"Hey, hey, hey, Gracie calm down. I'm right here. You're safe, Nothing's gonna get you alright," he whispered, cradling her body close to him while stroking her hair.
Grace looked up at him, Dean, her protector, and hugged him tight as if never wanting to let go. And at this point, she didn't.
A few moments later after resting her head on Dean's chest, she started to doze off to the place where she could get away from all her nightmares in life.
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The three young children were suddenly awoken with a bang. It sounded like the front door. Moments after plying open their still, sleep-filled eyes, a blood curdling scream ringed throughout the house.
Jumping out of their beds, they ran to the bedroom door, pushed it open and looked over the side of the barriers.
There laying on the red carpet lay a mangled and dead Maree Alexander. The boys' ears were then filled with Grace's loud screams and hysterical cries.
"No!!! MUM!" Grace tried to push her way past Dean to get downstairs. She wanted to get down to her mum. She could still be alive. Please let her be alive. Once again she broke into tears and started punching Dean's chest, trying to make the pain go away.
Sam had turned away from the horrific scene and was trying to help his brother calm down the girl who had been like a sister to him.
Hearing a truck grumble outside, the boys let go of Grace and proceeded down the flight of steps, making sure they had her head turned away from her mother's body.
A distressed John Winchester came bursting through the front door and knocked all three children to their feet before they could register everything.
John, spotting the body, had a look of grief and anger cross his face. If only he had gotten here quicker. He should have protected her.
Muffled cries tore him away from Maree and it was only then he realised his children were here along with Max's child. Gathering them up in his arms, he held onto them for dear life while coaxing them to calmness.
"Dean, pack you bags. We have to go." Dean obeyed and made a bee-line for his bedroom. "Hey Grace, it's going to be okay, alright? Uncle's John's gonna look after you okay."
Grace silently nodded into John's chest while he carried both her and Sammy upstairs to help Dean.
After minutes of pulling bits and pieces into several duffels, John got ready to load them up into the car and leave this town in his rear view mirror.
"Mr Winchester, where are we going? Where's my dad?!" she cried. "I want my dad!"
John didn't know what to say. He didn't have the heart to tell the poor girl she had lost both her parents in one night. It was all his fault. If he had been paying more attention to the werewolf they were hunting and backing up his friend, then none of this would have happened. Max wouldn't have died because he wasn't on his game, and his wife wouldn't have suffered the fate she did. It was unusual for a werewolf to take one life and go for a loved one but it did happen. He was just glad it hadn't taken his children.
His children… I guess he would have to take Grace in. She wouldn't have anyone to look after her so he had to train her up like his boys as much as he didn't want to. Grace knew about the things that were out in the dark but she had never been taught how to deal with them. Her parents thought she shouldn't be leading this life, not as this age anyway.
"Sorry honey, your dad's not here right now. But we have to go okay?" Dean took her hand and led her out to his dad's black 1986 GMC Sierra Grande before picking her up and placing her in one of the back seats.
Usually he would sit up front with his dad but right now, Grace needed his affection so he was going to give it to her. Plopping down on the seat and snapping on both of their seatbelts, Sam and his dad got seated before they both sped off to another town, another motel room.
Pulling up to a cheap motel on the outskirts of Indiana, John paid for the night and ushered all the kids inside.
While Dean had gotten Grace inside the car, he had called the police and an ambulance for Maree, not that it would do much good once they got there.
"Alright kids, I'm going to make a few calls. You guys settle in and go to bed alright?" He looked at the three children who all gave nods of understanding.
"Mr Winchester? Can I sleep in Dean's bed tonight?" Grace asked, perched up on her knees in her bed.
Looking to Dean as if asking permission and seeing his nod, he nodded in approval and stepped out into the chilly air. Damn kids are gonna drive each other nuts once they grow up. Hormonal teenagers. Shit.
Picking up his phone from his pocket, he dialled a number that he had dialled countless times it had been committed to memory. Bobby Singer.
"What?" A gruff voice asked through the phone.
"Hey Bobby," John replied.
"Oh damn it. What have you done now John? It better be an emergency since you're waking me up at about 1 am," he grumbled after looking at his digital clock on his night stand.
"Max and Maree Alexander are dead." Bobby's eyes widened in surprise.
"No way. What happened? Who did it? Is Grace okay? What-"
He was cut off with John speaking into the phone. "Bobby calm down. I'll explain it all later for you okay?" Hearing no reply from Bobby he continued. "Grace is fine. She's a bit upset right now, but she'll be fine. She's a strong kid. Right now we need a place to stay and I need to get some adoption papers."
"Yeah alright. I'll pack up this dump and get two rooms ready for you all tomorrow. We can swing by a court later on and get those papers for you to sign."
With a nod that Bobby couldn't see, John hung up and entered the motel again for some much needed sleep.
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Present
Applying some light make up to face and doing a once over on her hair with her brush, Grace deemed herself presentable and stepped out into the room.
"So where are we going guys? We got a case?" she asked directing the question at Sam as he was usually the one in charge of all the research and finding new cases.
"No actually. Since we finished up that voodoo case, i've looked everywhere and haven't found a thing," he stated.
"Hmm interesting. Guess we've got ourselves a break huh guys?" Dean beamed, thwacking his hand on Sam's chest knocking the wind out of him.
"Think we could go to the beach? I hear there'll be some hot babes there Sam." At this comment, Grace couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy shoot through her. She had no idea why. It's not like she had any feelings for Dean.
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Flashback: Grace 12, Dean 13
"Come on Grace. Let's do it!" Dean pleaded. "I need to do this. I have a date! Come on please."
Dean had just asked a hot chick from school out on a date and he needed to practice his kissing skills. What? It was his first real date. It's not like he was born with the ability to kiss well, and he needed to make a good first impression.
Rolling her eyes, Grace let out a breath. "Fine, but only because I have a date with Fred today and I need some practice too."
Sitting cross legged on the grass in the backyard, the two young teenagers faced each other and were about to kiss.
They leaned in until there lips were a mere centimetre away from each other before Dean closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers.
It was nothing like he imagined. Her lips were so soft. He wanted more, so he opened up his mouth just a little before moving them against hers, stifling a groan that was just begging to be released.
Little did he know, Grace was enjoying it a lot too. She knew it was kind of wrong since they were almost brother and sister, but she had always liked Dean. The only reason she went out with other boys was because she knew she could never have him.
Dean, still eager for more, wanted to try something. He had seen it on television and in movies, also those videos his dad kept in his room under the bed in a small box. Stuff it, he thought. We're already kissing so might as well do it.
Without giving her any warning, Dean opened his mouth more and shoved his tongue down Grace's throat.
She gagged and he wondered if he had done it wrong.
"Dean. What are you doing?! Are you trying to suffocate and kill me? Use your hands if you want to do that!" With that, she got up off the grass and walked back into the house, leaving a stunned and very confused Dean on the lawn.
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"Whatever Dean. I'm bored so let's go."
The trio changed into their swimming gear they had in their duffels from the swimming they did occasionally on hunts or while on break like they were now. Grace loved the water so they always kept a pair of trunks just in case.
Flinging on t-shirts for until they arrived, they piled into Dean's impala and sped off to a beach they were oh so luckily close to.
"We're here," Dean announced.
Before Dean even pulled the brake to stop the car, Grace bounded out and began to lift her top off. Damn she looks good. Running out of the car park and onto the sand, she dived into some oncoming waves and enjoyed the feel of the cool water on her skin.
The boys, laughing, got out and went to join her. Dean jumped into the water to find Grace while Sam got the towels and food set up.
Swimming low in the water, Dean snuck up behind Grace and was about to pounce when she spun around and dunked him under the water, catching him by surprise.
"Jesus Grace! How'd you know I as there?!" he demanded, mad at himself for being caught.
"I seem to have radars for when I have losers close to me…" he grinned.
"Oh you're getting it now Miss Alexander!" Dean lifted Grace up in his arms and threw her into the water ahead. She squealed in surprise and tried to get away from him, as he was going in for a second attempt.
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Sam was lying down on the towels he had set up earlier and was enjoying the sun. It felt good to just lie down and relax after running around killing paranormal beings day after day.
He was close to falling asleep on the slope when a scream echoed in his ears. Sitting up fully alert, he spotted a frantic and very scared Grace out in the ocean.
He jumped up from his position and started running towards her.
"Dean! Dean there's a shark!!! DEAN!!" Grace jumped from Dean's grasp and began running back to shore.
Dean held onto her once again and she struggled to get away from him.
"Dean!!! What are you doing! There's a shark!!!" she cried.
"Shhhh…Gracie it's okay. There's no shark. It's just a boy playing around okay."
Grace looked up from Dean's chest to see a young boy looking at her. She then realised he was just wearing one of those fake shark fins and swimming around. She also noticed she had gain more attention too. Just about everyone in a hundred metre radius was no staring at her. Looking down in embarrassment, she whispered a 'sorry' and headed back up to where Sam was standing on the sand.
"Hey Grace, you okay? I heard you scream and thought you were in trouble," Sam said softly as he guided her up to their area followed closely by Dean.
She nodded and sat down on the towels as Sam handed her a bottle of water. "Thanks."
"Hey we'll just chill out here for a bit, 'kay Gracie?" Dean suggested. "We can go back out into the water later if you want."
Grace once again nodded and curled up into Dean's chest while all three once again fell asleep in peace.
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"Dean. Dean." Dean was still asleep with Grace in his arms. "Dean!"
Dean rolled over to face Sam and gave him a look that said 'What the fuck man? I'm sleeping! This better be important or I'm kicking your ass!!'
"It's late man. It'll be night soon, we should go."
Looking around, Dean nodded and picked up Grace in his arms before making his way to his car.
Placing her in the backseat as gently as possible, the boys got in the front and drove back to the hotel in silence, Dean sneaking peeks at Grace every so often to make sure she was going okay. This didn't go unnoticed by Sam though.
Arriving at the motel, Sam went to unlock their door while Dean carried her to a bed.
"Hey Gracie, wake up sweetie. It's time for dinner."
Grace looked around and realised Dean had spoken to her. "What?" She had just woken up so what he had said hadn't been registered by her just yet.
"I said it's time to eat. What do you want squirt?" he asked.
Grace crinkled her nose up at her pet name and ordered her usual of cheeseburger, no pickle, and fries.
After asking what Sam wanted, Dean picked up his keys and drove up to the diner they had passed while driving.
"Soooo…" Grace started. They had both been sitting on their beds for about fifteen minutes in pure silence. It was time to break it. "What will we do tonight?"
Sam peered over at her, tearing his gaze from the window to look at Grace. "Not sure. We might head to a bar later on for a couple drinks."
"Sounds good," she smiled.
Before he was interrupted, Sam had been thinking about Grace. Well…Dean and Grace. He knew there was some undeniable attraction going on between those two and he wasn't sure he liked it, not at all. It's not that he was jealous- pretty far from it actually. He just didn't want to see Grace end up hurt because of Dean's playboy ways. On all of their previous hunts, Dean had always slept with countless girls and flirted with a million more. If Grace and Dean were to be together, he feared she would end up getting her heart broken if Dean didn't change the way he was. But he knew Dean cared about her and would never do anything to hurt her intentionally. He also knew that if a busty blonde came their way, Dean would most likely forget all about Grace and start to flirt away. Both ways, them two being together was not a good idea. Maybe if anything happened he'd have to stop it.
Not too long later, Dean barged through the motel room door, three paper bags clutched in his hands.
"One cheeseburger, no pickles, and fries for Grace," he said handing her one of the bags, "And a double whopper for Sammy." He threw Sam another bag who was situated at the centre desk on his laptop.
"It's Sam," he exclaimed after opening up the bag and digging in.
"Whatever. I call you Sammy and that's final," he said over Sam's grumbling.
"Still no hunt, right guys?" Both men turned to look at Grace as if remembering she was in the room.
"Uhh no. Still nothing since the last time I checked which was five minutes ago!"
"Gee calm down Sam. Don't have a heart attack on me," she said rolling her eyes as Dean stifled a laugh.
"Shut it Dean." Dean looked over to where Sam was sitting and started death glaring him. Obviously feeling uncomfortable with the situation, Sam awkwardly turned away looking at anything but Dean. Gosh he was creepy.
"Hey Sam, Gracie, I don't know about you guys but I want to go out to a bar and drink!"
"Yeah it's not like we have anything better to do anyways," Sam chirped.
"Alrighty then. Just let me go get changed and we'll go," Grace said, skipping into the bathroom with her duffel.
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About an hour and a half later on the boys' behalf, Gracie stepped out of the bathroom looking absolutely gorgeous. Sam and Dean agreed too, they were practically drooling.
"What?" Grace was wearing a black halter dress that stopped just over half way down her thigh. From their, the bottom of the dress cut down in a nice diagonal, and there was a black ribbon around her midsection showing off her beautiful curves.
Her brown hair was down and wavy, wisps of it slightly covering the sides of her face making her look like a goddess.
She wore some black eyeliner, with some brown eye shadow to accentuate her big hazel eyes. After topping it off with some shiny lip gloss and some nice 5 inch black heels, she was all done up.
"Wow Grace, you look-"
"…absolutely beautiful." Dean finished.
"Thank you," she said blushing. We should go, if we want to get in a good spot."
Nodding dumbly, still drooling over Grace, the boys got up from their seats and made their way to the impala.
"Jesus Christ, where did you get that dress from Gracie? Why do you have it, and why haven't I seen it before?!!" Dean screamed while driving, obviously upset he had never gotten the chance to admire her in it before.
"Well…" she started. "I bought it a couple months ago when I went shopping, I have it because you never know when you might need and elegant dress, and you have never seen it before because you never asked me to dress up prettily so humph!" Grace finished her rant and sat back with a smirk as she watched Dean pout in the front seat.
Sam was trying his best not to laugh his head off in the passenger seat. "HAHA, oh D-Dean, you just got t-told off by a girl!!!" Sam didn't even try hiding it anymore and broke into full laughter, with Grace right behind.
"Oh shut up you two." He crossed his arms and glared at the laughing pair.
"DEAN, you're driving! Keep you hands on the fucking wheel, would you?!" They both screamed at him as he started to swerve into the next lane. They were lucky it was so late at night not many people were out driving.
After an hour of Dean's terribly dangerous driving, the trio made it to a club in town.
"Argh!" Grace screamed. "LAND!"
"Oh stop being dramatic Gracie. I'm an awesome driver and you know it," Dean grinned.
Making their way into the club after Dean got a bit aggressive with the bouncer, they made their way to the bar and ordered three beers.
Dean was in heaven right now. The women in this club were just absolutely irresistible. But that obviously didn't steer his attention away from the beauty beside him.
"You wanna dance?"
Grace raised her eyebrows at Dean's suggestion. "Dean Winchester dances now, does he?" she giggled out.
"He does for you." She knew it sounded incredibly cheesy but she couldn't help but blush and take his outstretched hand.
Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back came on over the speakers and that's when Grace got really into it.
"I love this song Dean!!" she yelled over the loud music.
I'm bringing sexy back, yeah! The mother fuckers watch how I attack, yeah!
Grace and Dean were standing with his chest and her back together, their hips moving with the beat of the song. Grace's arms were up around Dean's neck and his around her waist, pulling her hips closer to his.
If that's your girl you better watch your back. Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact.
The song matched Dean pretty well. Dean could and usually did have any girl he wanted.
Their hips were still grinding together as a new song played. Lil' Wayne's Lollipop.
Shawty wanna thug.
Bottles in the club.
Shawty wanna hump.
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps.
As they danced, Dean couldn't help but feel a tiny bit turned on. Or…maybe a lot.
OK, little mama had a swag like mine.
She even wear her hair down her back like mine.
I make her feel right when it's wrong like lying.
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine.
And man I ain't never seen an ass like hers.
And that pussy in my mouth had me loss for words.
Told her back it up like erp erp.
And I made that ass jump like jerk, jerk.
And that's when she lick me like a lollipop.
She lick me like a lollipop.
She lick me like a lollipop.
She lick me like a lollipop.
Oh yeah. Definitely turned on. Grace dancing against him certainly wasn't helping. They stopped as she let out a giggle.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Dean, you little horn dog," she pushed him and laughed as she walked away. "Don't think I didn't feel that!"
Now Dean wasn't usually the one to blush, but he did. Damn if Sammy ever found out he got a hard on while dancing. He shook his head and made his way back over to his two companions.
Spotting them by the table, he couldn't help but notice them laughing at something as he sat down. God please, tell me you didn't tell him Gracie.
"What is it you guys?" I asked fiddling with my beer bottle and looking at the table as if it was the cure for cancer.
"So Grace tells me that…" Sam started.
"Okay, okay. I admit it. That song got me turned on, and I couldn't help but get turned on as Gracie was pushing her ass into me. I promise not to do it again, so don't laugh guys. I told you I couldn't help it." he said in one long babble, looking embarrassed.
Sam started laughing harder. "You what?" Dean looked beside him and well enough, Grace was laughing too. "Man, I don't know why you told me that but Grace here was just telling me about the guy dancing in front of her. Said he had chicken legs," he giggled.
Dean's ears turned pink and he quickly tried to cover it up. "Man did you just giggle?"
Failing miserably at trying to direct the attention away from him, the rest of the night was spent with Sam and Grace making jokes about their older sibling, and Dean mumbling about how he was fully manly. Yeah, keep saying that and you just might believe it Dean.
"Fine don't listen to me guys, I'm going back to the motel. You can catch a ride home." He had only lasted one hour of their teasing before he had had enough.
Storming out of the club, Sam and Grace exchanged glances.
"Oops. I think we might have gone too far?" Sam answered with a nod. "Guess we should head back then, right?"
"Yeah about that…we have no car." Sam pointed out. Seeing the pissed off look on Grace's face, he turned away to stare at some wall that had suddenly become interesting. "You're not going to kill my brother, right?" No reply. "Right?"
"Come on Sam, let's go." He had no other choice but to follow her.
They spent about 15 minutes tracking down a taxi that would take them to their motel, and when they finally did, Sam was stuck with a particularly moody Grace.
"Stupid Dean. Leaving us in a stupid club to find our way to our stupid motel. And stupid taxi for taking 15 stupid minutes to pick us up," she growled.
When they arrived back at their motel, Sam twisted the doorknob open and flicked on the lights, Grace following behind and slamming the door.
Seeing the annoyed looks on both Grace and Dean's faces, Sam trotted on into the bathroom as to avoid the war that was about to begin.
"I can't believe you left us at the fucking club, Dean!" Grace yelled, throwing her purse on the bed.
"Well I wouldn't have had to if you and Sam had just backed off!"
"Shut up Dean. Just because you couldn't take a joke, didn't mean you had to leave us stranded!"
"St-stranded?!?! Taxis! You eventually made it back! What's your problem?!" He threw his arms in the air.
"DEAN! My point is what if there were no taxis? Would you have just left us there to die?! Or get kidnapped?!! Or mugged!"
"Oh stop being dramatic. You're a hunter, like you're going to get mugged! Or die! How could you possibly die?!" he screamed in her face, rolling his eyes.
"We could've been…killed by the kidnappers!"
"Jesus, go to bed Grace, no point in arguing about nothing." he said, walking over to his bed.
"No Dean. I'm not letting it go."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because? That's not a reason Grace." Dean crossed his arms. "Do you want to fight me or something? What's wrong with you?"
"Yeah Dean, let's fight. I have absolutely nothing better to do than fight you right now Dean."
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While the two were at it, Sam sat on the toilet lid in the bathroom, waiting for them to be done. They didn't usually fight but when they did, it was damn scary.
Sitting even in a closed room, he could hear their grunts and yells from behind the door.
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Powering her clenched fist towards Dean's face, it connected with his jaw and he fell back to the right. He was going to be sporting a nice shiner on his left cheek tomorrow morning.
As Grace bent down to pick him up from his collar and hit him again, Dean's feet shot out from under him and knocked her down to the ground.
With a grunt, they both picked themselves up and went for each other again. Dean tackled Grace on the ground as she fought against his hands which were binding hers together.
Using the momentum of Dean wriggling around, she was able to turn the tables and sit on his torso, preventing him from moving.
"What the hell Dean. Take it easy," she grinned and looked towards the bathroom door.
Having Grace distracted, Dean was able to once again flip them around so he was now on top.
"God Grace, stop it. I think that's enough fighting for one night," he said as he had her arms pinned up above her head.
Breathing heavily against each other, Dean realized for the first time how close their faces were. Glassy eyes looked back up at him and he couldn't resist.
He swooped down and captured her lips in hers. Just like when they were younger, it was nothing like they could imagine. God how good this felt.
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Sam, thinking it was safe to retreat from shelter, stood up and opened the bathroom door only to find Dean and Grace kissing on the carpeted floor, hands mussed in the others' hair.
"Shit. Crap. Oh god. I'm so sorry. Shit." Sam started apologizing profusely for walking in on them and decided it would be safe to crawl back into his hiding spot.
Pulling away from each other, the two let out a laugh at innocent Sam before telling him it was okay to come out.
"Sorry you had to see that Sammy. Didn't think you'd be coming out from all the fighting you heard," Dean smiled.
"Yeah well I thought you guys were done. Anyways, I'm going to bed now. I never saw any of that. I'm still innocent. Still innocent. Still innocent," he repeated to himself as he climbed under the covers.
"Okay then. Guess it's goodnight." Grace nodded and climbed into her own bed after Dean gave her a peck on the lips.
Falling into his own slumber, Dean smiled in satisfaction.
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"Wake up!"
Grace was awoken from her peaceful sleep by something big and soft hitting her on the back of the head.
"What the f-", she started before being cut off by a creepily chipper Sam.
"Sorry Grace, no more sleeping. We got a case."
She reluctantly rolled over in her bed to find bright light streaming in from the puking green curtains, and an alarm clock that read 6:35am.
"Oh god," she groaned loudly. No one should be this happy, this early in the morning.
She was only met with a wide grin from Sam. Ugh.
"Dean awake yet?" she asked. He nodded his head in Dean's direction so she saw that he was still safe from the evil of…early mornings. That won't last long.
"We got any warm water Sammich?" she asked smiling.
"Sammich? Where did that come from?" Sam was standing in front of her and wasn't looking amused at his new name.
"Dunno, read it somewhere probably." She shrugged.
"Whatever. But yeah we have warm water, why?" He had an inkling as to what she wanted to do but she wanted to hear her say it. Just to be sure.
"Hmm…I don't know Sam, you tell me. What do you see? Warm water, a bowl, a sleeping Dean…"
Sam's grouchiness wore off and he was beaming like a kid on Christmas.
"No way."
"Yes way," she laughed.
"That doesn't work Grace!"
"Sure it does! Just wait and see. Get me that warm water now, would you?"
Sam nodded enthusiastically and practically ran into the bathroom to retrieve the water.
Oh poor Dean. If only he knew.
Coming out with a bowl of warm water in his hands, he handed it over to Grace who put it on the floor under Dean's right hand.
"So now we wait."
"Now we eat," Sam said. "If it does really work then we should give it some time and get breakfast while we're waiting."
Grace nodded in agreement as they took the impala out to the pancake house not too far away.
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"Oh yum. That syrup was delicious," Sam stated.
The two had just finished off their breakfast which took well over two hours, and they were just outside of their motel room.
Grace inserted the key and entered the room, seeing a very…wet Dean on the bed.
Sam giggled, "Holy crap."
The comforter had ridden down past Dean's waist and they could clearly see the patch of wetness at the front of his sweatpants.
"Think we should wake him up?" she asked. Sam nodded. "DEEAN! WAKE UP!"
Grace had yelled so loud, Sam jumped back in shock and he was sure the whole building had heard.
Dean shot of from the bed and tipped the bowl of water all over the carpet.
"What th…"
"Oh hey Dean. Have a nice sleep?"
Dean stared at Grace and Sam, hoping to uncover whatever secret they seemed to be hiding.
"What?" he asked.
"What?" they shot back.
"What?"
"What are we whatting about?!"
"What?"
"I dunno."
Dean shook his head at them and started to make his way to the bathroom. That was when he noticed the wetness between his legs and also the bowl that was now tipped upside down next to his bed.
"Oh you didn't," he growled.
"Oh we did." Sam and Grace burst into laughter as Dean chased them both around in the parking lot.
"Dean, Dean, no let me go," Grace pleaded while laughing as Dean caught her around the waist and began tickling her.
"Not getting away that easily squirt," he said, continuing with his administrations.
"Dean!" she squealed.
Dean refused to let go but stopped when an elderly couple walked by and saw his "accident".
"Shit. I forgot I was still…"
Before he got the chance to be embarrassed, the feeling was replaces with anger when he saw Sam and Grace running back to the motel room.
Seeing they had slammed the door, Dean quickly ran up to the room and twisted the knob but it was locked.
"Sam. Grace. Open up!!!" he yelled as he pounded on the door.
People had come out of their rooms and were looking at all the commotion he was causing.
"Guys you have three seconds to open the door before I kick it down."
"You won't kill us will you?" asked a very frightened Grace from inside.
"Not if you open the door now! If you don't, then yes, I will kill you both!"
Two seconds and a half later, the door swung open to reveal…no one. Turns out Sam and Grace hadn't stuck around to see if Dean was telling the truth or not.
"Get out of the bathroom you guys. Gotta change my pants." he grumbled.
The two stumbled out and ducked for cover in their beds, hoping Dean wouldn't hurt them. They were mildly surprised when all Dean did was go inside and change like he said.
"You guys can stop hiding you know. I won't eat you if that's what you think," he chuckled, even though he was mad.
The pair slowly emerged from under the bed and stood up beside each other.
"Eww, I think I swallowed some dust," Grace choked out. Sam stared at her mouth in disgust.
"Tell me you guys brought me breakfast. I'm freaking starving!"
"Uhh we'll go…get you some now," Sam stuttered. He walked to grab the car keys but Dean stopped him with a hand gesture.
"Nah it's okay, I'll grab something on the way out."
Sam and Grace exchanged confused glances, neither knowing why Dean was acting so calm and, well, not mad towards them. I mean, they did just make Dean wet his pants.
"Okay then," they both said, grabbing their coats.
"So where exactly are we going Dean?"
"Well we have no job so we are officially going to the Grand Canyon. Just like you wanted Grace." He smiled and so did she, glad that he had remembered that small fact she had told them a couple of months ago.