FIVE YEARS LATER

Grace walked into her bar (that's right she owned a bar!) and smiled at everyone she knew. She dropped her stuff under the bar and bent back up to see a pair of brown eyes staring at her. She smiled and kissed the man that belonged to those brown eyes, Tim Bernard. She met Tim about three years ago. She broke up the fight that him and another customer were having. Ever since then Tim started to come to the bar just to see Grace. He would sit at the bar hitting on her and flirting with her. After about five months of flirting Grace finally broke down and said yes to Tim when he asked her out. Tim was six foot, dirty blond hair, brown eyes, tan and has the amazing biceps ever.

"How is everything tonight?" she asked.

"Well, boring until you come in," he said and took a sip of scotch. Grace grinned at him. "What time you work till?"

"Two."

"Bar hours suck. Come on, Babe, you're the owner. Close shop early and come home with me."

"You know I can't do that."

"Then leave early." He pouted his lips.

"I'm down a bar tender, Kelcee had her baby today and I'm down two waitresses. I'm sorry, baby." He gave her his puppy dog eyes and she laughed. Rosaline came over (the other bar tender). "Boss Lady, some FBI agent came in about twenty minutes looking for you," she said. Grace dropped the glass in her hand and felt her heart fall to the pit of her stomach. No, it couldn't be…She hasn't thought of him in a long time. "I sent him right over there." She pointed over to a man who had dark brown hair. His back was toward them. Maybe the FBI was looking for her and not Dean. Her hopes were shattered and brought back up at the same time. Maybe deep down inside she wanted to see him. Deep. Deep. Deep down. "He's pretty cute," said Rosaline. Tim and Grace laughed. "Only you would have a thing for an FBI agent."

"Does he have handcuffs?" she asked. Grace rolled her and Tim chuckled.

"What's his name?"

"Agent Mortin." Grace nodded her head and headed towards the detective.

"Agent Mortin?"

The agent turned his head and smiled. Grace was taken back when she saw it was Sam Winchester. She met him a few times but it was good to see him. "Sam!" She was excited to see him. He got up and hugged her.

"Good to see you too, Grace." He let go and looked at her. She grew a little, her hair now had blond highlights, chest seemed a bit bigger (but can it get any bigger) and she seemed even more fit then before.

"Wow, Sam, you trying to beat Shaq's height?" she laughed and they both sat down.

"Eh, I don't think anyone could beat his height."

"So, you're an FBI agent now? I thought you were going to be a lawyer?"

She grimaced and smiled at her. "Family business."

"I see."

"And you're a bartender."

"I own the bar actually. But I'm guessing you're not here to chit chat."

"No, Grace. Where's Walter?"

That stung! Worse than when Dean was brought up. Her father didn't take her leaving the hunt very well. He believed that she and Dean were meant to find each other, hunt together and have a hunting family. She just didn't want that. Grace smiled at Sam, he was studying her reaction to Walters home. "Isn't he home?"

"No one answered."

"Surprise you didn't pick the lock." By the look on his face she knew who did. "You're hunting with him?" He nodded. "I can always go through his things…."

"Uh…"

"You did that?"

His eyes went to the left and back at her. "He did that!" He nodded again. She was furious. "He has a warehouse."

"What kind of warehouse?"

"The supernatural kind. Keeps everything in it but I have no clue where it is. He has clues around the house."

"Thanks Grace."

"I'm going."

"That may…"

"Same, he's my father. He may hate me for the road I picked for my future but I still love him."

Sam for the moment there wondered if she was talking about Dean and/or Walter. Grace got up and headed towards the bar. She turned her head to see Sam and noticed him checking her backside out. She smirked and said, "Give me a minute." He nodded and headed outside.

"Who is that?" asked Tim.

"Old friend who happens to be working on a case that involves my father."

"I thought you didn't talk to your father?" Grace made a face. "I don't, but I need to find him…Rosaline!" Grace ran over to Rosaline. "Could you please close up for me?"

"Everything alright?"

"Hopefully." Grace grabbed her stuff from under the bar and walked outside to find Sam next to the Impala. As she walked up to it she had memories flowing back to her. Dean and her making out in the back seat, Dean, John and her driving together…John. She remembered the last phone call she had gotten from her father about three years back. John was dead. She cried that whole day. John was another father figure towards her even though all they did was hunt together. She knew John was probably upset because she didn't call and because she left, but Dean told her to stay away and never go back.

WALTER'S HOUSE

When they pulled up they saw some of the lights go on. Sam gave Grace a reassuring smile. "It'll be ok."

"Are you talking about Dean or my father?" She cracked a little smirk. "I can handle Dean. I just want to find my dad."

Sam understood where she was coming from to find her father. It took Dean and him a year to find theirs.

Grace braced herself walking into her father's house. She hasn't been here in about five years. The memories started coming back, growing up in this house, the front hall was where she learned to ride a bike. She was brought out of her childhood memories when she heard him.

"Sam…" They turned to their left to see him coming out of the kitchen. They met each other's eyes and quickly looked away. Dean turned to Sam angrily. "I thought I said not to bring her."

"I'm sorry Dean, but this is my father's house," she said annoyed and took her jacket off and put it and her purse on the table in the hall. "And last time I checked breaking and entering was against the law." She walked into the living room. He walked behind her, slowly checking her out. She seemed different. She looked more of a woman now than when she left. Her hair was longer and had blond streaks in it. Her body seemed more toned. "He would never tell her how much he missed her, how he actually lover her, how it hurt by going to Cassie, but it didn't work. He pictured Grace every time he did anything with her and it hurt. Grace still lingers in his mind here and there but he would never tell her or show her. "Didn't daddy kick you out when you told him your future plans?"

"Dean!" yelled Sam. There was no time for a love quarrel, they had to find Walter.

Without thinking Grace turned and punched him square in the jaw. He took a few steps back and grabbed his chin. He stare at her shocked that she would do that but it wasn't the first time she had hit him before and left a mark. Before they were dating he thought she gave him a signal to grab her ass but it just flirting and she broke his nose.

Grace walked into the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack for her hand. She felt so much better. The brothers walked in and she saw a bruise forming. She internally gave herself kudos.

"Oh, no thanks, I don't need an ice pack or anything," Dean said sarcastically.

"Screw you," she said angrily.

"We played that game, remember?"

"Guys!" yelled Sam. They both looked over at him. "Not here. Not now." Dean and Grace quickly glanced at each other than back at Sam.

"We need to find Walter."

"He's probably at his warehouse."

"You said he left clues?" Grace nodded and winced in pain because of her hand. Dean went to go to her to look at her hand but stopped himself. She left you!

"Where are these clues?"

"All over. I found one before."

She walked over to a wall and hit it twice with her good hand. A pat of the wall opened up a little. She grabbed the picture and handed it to Sam. He gave a confused look and showed Dean. He scoffed and looked at her. "It's a pig crossing the road."

Grace rolled her eyes. "What's another name for pig?"

"Swine," said Sam.

"Swine Crossing. A name of a road."

"So why don't we go find Swine Crossing?" asked Dean.

"Do you know how many Swine Crossings there are in the US?" she asked him. "Trust me I looked it up. You would think a name like that would be unique."

"So we just have to find the road that intertwines," said Sam. Grace nodded

"Looks like where going on a scavenger hunt," said Dean.

Grace heard her phone going off and she went to her purse and saw it was Tim.

"Hey," she said and leaned against the wall. "I'm fine… No we haven't found him yet."

Dean watched closely as Sam searched the kitchen for anything else. The way she played with her hair, giggled and walked back and forth, she was flirting. He knew how she flirted. They went out for a year or so. Before she hung up, he heard the words 'I love you, too' come out of her mouth. He felt a sting of pain in his heart and head boil with jealousy. She never told him she loved him.

"What did you guys want with Walter anyway?" she asked as she walked back into the kitchen.

"I remember him telling me about a Banshee he fought," said Dean quietly. Sam looked at him oddly then back at Grace.

"I remember that thing, reason why my father is half deaf."

"You were there?" asked Sam.

"Course, one of my first hunts."

You know how to kill it?"

"Almost like a vampire. Cut its fugly head off but you have to burn the remains because their blood seeks out other witches with broken hearts that are nearby and will turn them." She looked between Dean and Sam. "You have a Banshee case on your hands?" They nodded. "You need a pure silver knife to cut its head off." She grinned at them and untapped a knife that was underneath the table. She sat it on the table and looked at them.