Chapter 01 Save House

22/04/2053Grace has been working on this case for almost a week now, yesterday she called a few hunters with whom she's worked a few cases before because she came to the conclusion that she was dealing with soul eaters and you better not work alone on this kind of case. Today she met with them at the house were the soul eaters supposedly were living. They came up with a plan in which Grace has to go into the nest of the soul eaters, even though she knew the risk she volunteered to go in alone. So she went into the nest and drew the sigil from the inside to banish the soul eaters. That was 2 hours ago.

NOW: Grace wakes up on the floor, that is kind of strange cause she fell asleep on a couch in this very room only hours ago, to banish the soul eaters. She ignores the fact that the whole room is now empty and it's dark outside, which it wasn't when she came here. "hey guys? Did it work, did we banish those bitches!?", grace calls out while getting up and starting to wander through the threshold into the next room, where she last saw Tony, Cliff, and Jeannie the hunters that helped her on this case. When she finds the room empty she takes out her phone in an attempt to call Jeannie, but no signal. How's that even possible, I had a signal three hours ago, Grace thinks confused. Then suddenly out of nowhere, she hears footsteps descending the stairs.Out of sheer instinct, she withdraws her gun from the back of her Jeans. Silently she hides out behind the threshold to the hall. She's waiting in the shadow for the possible threats to reach the hall in front of her when she hears a deep voice: "Sam, I think I saw Bobby! " "Dean are you really sure it was him and not one of those soul eaters playing you?" Can this be, is it possible that those are Sam and Dean Winchester up there? Grace thinks excited, as she steps forward to cautiously get a look at the two men who are now in the hall. Abruptly Dean turns and aims his gun at Grace, at the same moment Grace has her gun trained at Sam, who was standing near the threshold under which she stands now. "Put the gun down or I'll shoot your brother!", Grace lied, if those really where the Winchesters then she would never ever shoot one of them, they saved the world more than she can count, they were her heroes, her mentor would tell her countless stories about how Sam and Dean saved the day. She always wanted to become as good as a hunter like them. "How the hell do you know that he's my brother?" Dean inquired cautiously, and Grace answered: "You're the Winchesters, aren't you?" Dean gave Sam a meaningful look, and Sam slowly turned to face Grace and replied: "Who are you and how do you know our names?" Grace slowly lowered her gun and responded:" I know you guys from the story's that every hunter knows, the legends of Sam and Dean Winchester the guys that saved the world countless times, how is it even possible that you two are here? I mean didn't you die decades ago? What are you doing in 2053?" Sam and Dean gave her a confused look, right before Dean lowered his gun, and replied: " I don't know what happened to you but it's not 2053 it is 2016 and we are not dead, besides we died multiple times before. " Now Grace was confused, was this the reason why her phone didn't work and the house looked so different since she woke up? She took a deep breath and drove her hand through her black hair:" No no no this isn't possible it's the 22th of April 2053 and I just banished those bitchy soul eaters and now I am going to go to my car and try to call Tony, Cliff or Jeannie and find myself a new case." After that she walked past Sam and headed for the door, just to get stopped by a hand that wrapped firmly around her upper arm, out of instinct she kicked out and tried to punch Dean, but he sidestepped her kick and dodged her attempt to punch him in the face. "I don't think so !", he blurted out a response to her kicks, Grace looked eyes with him, a sour expression on her face:" Goddammit let go!" Grace was now starting to get really mad, she hat quite a temper and she also hated it how Dean towered her with his 6.1 foot while she was merely 5.3 foot tall. When his grip around her arm tightened, she lost it. She got a hold of her knife which she stored in her jacket pocket, and took a swing, she cut Dean through his jacket right into his arm, in surprise he let go of her arm and she used the surprise moment and started by kicking him in the stomach. Dean stumbled a few steps backward, but quickly regained his composure, even though Grace was very strong, he wouldn't have anticipated her to be that strong but it didn't stop him from punching her across the face. She grunted in pain and turned to punch him in the face, then she just couldn't stop by one punch, she loved the feeling to punch something or destroy something, so she started throwing kicks and punches at him, he dodged most of them and didn't really get the chance to respond. "I hate you !" Grace screamed while she literally used Dean as a punching bag. Sam just stood there watching the two, wondering if he should interfere, but Dean had given him a signal not to interfere, just after she had cut him with the knife that was now lying on the floor. "Hey easy there stop it! I mean it stop!" Dean called, but she wouldn't stop she was blind in rage, he wasn't even the reason for her rage, she always had very big problems with her rage towards everything. "I hate you so much I am going to kill you son of a bitch !" She screamed outraged. Eventually, Dean got a hold of both of her wrists and backed her against the nearest wall, so that she had to face him and couldn't punch him or get away. She squirmed in his grip and tried to punch him again ."Stop it, if you stop ill let go of you." He said calmly looking deep into her grey eyes, Graces twisted with rage features slowly started to soften at his sudden proximity, she gasped and swallowed hard, realizing what she had just done. She looked up into his deep green eyes and slowly started to get embarrassed thinking that she had just had a rage outburst and stabbed Dean Winchester with her knife and insulted him and used him as a punching bag. She couldn't bare it any longer to stare into his eyes so she looked away embarrassed, just to see Sam standing right behind his brother, a concerned look on his face. He was even taller than him. "I I am s..s.. sorry .", was all that Grace brought out turning her gaze back at Dean. "Quite a strong stroke you've got there sweetheart, If I hadn't dodged most of it we would have a problem now." Dean responded slightly snickering, he couldn't help but sneer at her flattered expression. Grace felt ashamed, why did she feel flattered by him, and how would they ever take her serious again and what was actually going on, where was she, if not in 2053? "can you please let me go now? I just want to get out of here."

"Yeah I can do that, but first you gotta promise not to punch me anymore and, I would really appreciate it if you could give us your name. " Dean replied. Grace looked first at Sam and then back to Dean : " Again I am really sorry for punching and stabbing you, I just lost it, and of course I promise not to punch you again, at least not until you punch me, and my name is Grace Milton so can I please go now and figure out what has happened to me ?"

"Ok Grace, I need you to listen to me closely now, it seems that you have been somehow working on the same case as we only in the future, it is known that the nest of a soul eater is independent of time, and that somehow when you got back you didn't go back to 2053 but 2016 instead, and you have to understand that if that is true we can't let you go out there, alone." Dean explained in a calm voice, like a parent that taught something difficult to their child, while letting go of her wrists. She looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Dean now stepped back to let her step away from the wall, Grace somehow felt a little lost at the sudden loss of his proximity. She then swallowed hard, and looked at Sam: " Show me the date on your phone!" With little hesitation, Sam withdrew his I phone from his pocket and turned it on: 22/03/2016 was written on the display. Grace suddenly felt a sting in her stomach and started to panic, she couldn't believe it, there had to be an explanation for all this, maybe those two weren't the WINCHESTERS maybe a few hunters pulled a prank on her, and changed the date on their phones, just to make it more believable . she felt her heartbeat increase and suddenly her gaze went to the door right behind them, she couldn't stop the urge and just ran past the two men and out of the door. Outside she saw that there were trees and other things that hadn't been there before and then she got a glimpse of the 1967 Chevrolet Impala parked in front of the house. She heard someone calling her name from the distance, suddenly she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder, and turned her gaze up to see Sam standing behind her a compassionate look on his face.

--later

Grace was sitting on a comfy motel bed while hearing the boys talking about time travel and calling someone called Castiel or some Crowley guy. She didn't really listen she was still in shock and hadn't moved since they got here, about an hour ago or two, it was now starting to get bright outside and she couldn't deny the sudden urge to fall asleep, she figured why not, maybe this was all a dream, maybe she would wake up on that couch where she had fallen asleep and this would all be over . Then she just laid down on the cozy bed and closed her eyes, to drift off into a restless sleep.

Dean took a glance at her and than turned back to his brother: "So what are we supposed to do if we can't send her back?" Sam looked at him concern in his eyes : " I don't know man, but if we can't send her back then she will have to accept it, and it doesn't look like there are any enemies of hers coming to get her, so she might just stay here and move on, or do you have a better idea." Dean absently gazed at Grace, he studied her soft features while she was sleeping, she couldn't be older than 25 or 26, she looked so calm now that she was asleep, Dean now started to wonder if she had a boyfriend or a family , what kind of life did she have , was she happy or was she a lonely hunter with no friends or family and what was it about all that rage of hers. He really wanted to know. "Dean, hello I asked you if you had a better idea!" Sam suddenly said Dean couldn't help but flinch at the sudden noise. "Oh, yea I am sorry, I think we should take her to the bunker and see if we can find something in the library that could help us." Sam looked a little confused:" You really think this is a good idea? I mean we don't even know anything about her, let alone if we can trust her."

" We know her name and that she is from 2053, and that she has anger issues, for me that's enough, we better pack our things and get going, or we wot be hone till afternoon. ", was all he said before he started packing his duffle bag and walking away. Sam just stood there speechless, how could his brother be so reckless and invite a complete stranger into the bunker, into their home?!

Dean was just wrapping a bandage around the cut that Grace gave him when he heard her whimper in her sleep and all of a sudden she started to squirm and fell off the bed. Dean dropped everything and went over to her. "you ok Sweetheart?" He inquired while helping her get up. Grace gasped and looked at him fearfully: "Its jus just a bad dream!" she gasped looking him up and down and noticing the bandage on his right arm. Dean noticed the concerned look when she noticed the bandage and said:" It didn't even need stitches so don't worry, by the way, I would like you to come with us to our bunker." Grace looked at him surprised by the sudden smile on his face, and responded:" Do you mean the bunker, the men of letters bunker ?"

"Yes, the men of letters bunker, where did you know that?" She looked at him for a moment admiring his smile and his face, then answered: "My mentor told me about it. He also saved me from the werewolves that killed my family."

She was shocked, why did she tell him about her family, and that they were killed by werewolves, maybe it was because he seemed so trustworthy and she just had that dream again, nonetheless she turned around and without another word headed to the bathroom, leaving a confused Dean behind.

After an hour or so Grace was sitting in the backseat of the Impala, she hadn't spoken to Dean since she came back from the bathroom, and now the Impala was only filled with ACDC and Deans silent humming. Sam was reading something on his tablet and grace just staring out the window, wishing she could now sit in her own car riding to another job. After a few minutes of just staring out the window, she noticed Deans gaze on her through the rearview mirror, he quickly turned his gaze back on the road when he noticed her. Grace couldn't help but smirk at the thought that she just caught Dean Winchester staring at her. Maybe it wasn't that bad to be stuck in 2016 at all.

Authors note: So this is the first chapter, of my first English fanfiction ever. If you have complaints suggestions or anything else about my writing style please let me know in the comments or per direct message.lots of love Anschi!