For anyone who may be wondering, this story takes place somewhere between seasons 5 and 7 of Supernatural and around season 3 of Grimm, but Nick never told Juliette that he's a Grimm.
"If you guys wanna talk, let's all go in the kitchen," I said as i grabbed my apron from the hook I keep it on.
"Why?" Sometimes I wonder if Dad dropped a shotgun on Dean's head when we were kids.
"If you want a burger, you have to help make dinner. Nick, your apron should be where you usually keep it." I opened the fridge to get the necessary ingredients for dinner. "Personally, I find it hilarious that Juliette thinks you're having an affair with Adalind. After all, you'd sooner decapitate that bitch than kiss her."
Dean, Sam, and Cas exchanged concerned looks. "Why would he decapitate her? Is she a vampire?" Of course Sam would come to that conclusion.
"Nope, she's a Hexenbiest, which is much worse." My brothers looked at me, highly confused.
However, Cas had a look of realization on his face. "I'd heard something about a large number of Wesen in the Portland area. I just didn't know if it was true or not. My brothers and sisters were discussing Wesen over what Dean calls 'Angel Radio.' I didn't participate in the conversation, but it was highly informative."
"What the fuck is a Wesen?!" Dean seemed highly annoyed. He and I both get like that when we feel like we're out of the loop.
"Wesen look like ordinary people. But in reality, they're creatures. Some are friendly and harmless, while others are highly dangerous. Nick is what's known as a Grimm, he's descended from the Brothers Grimm and can see a Wesen's true form. Hexenbiests look like beautiful women when in human form, but when they woge, or change, they look kinda corpse-like and ugly. They're basically witches. Sam, could you set the table please?" I handed him a stack of plates and silverware. "Dean, remember that thing about me that Dad mentioned when we were kids?"
Dean nodded. "That you were born with the ability to see things differently than Sam and I. Why do you ask?"
"Because that ability is actually that I'm a Grimm. Somewhere on Dad's family tree, someone married a descendant of the Brothers Grimm. The 'Grimm gene' often skips a generation or two. According to a journal of our grandfather's, he was a Grimm. Dad gave me the journal when I turned thirteen and I started showing signs of being a Grimm. That's why I work so well with Nick, we're both Grimms."
"So what's it like being a cop? I mean other than the Grimm thing, it's gotta be a huge difference from hunting."
"It's a bit boring sometimes, mostly when we have to do a bunch of paperwork, but generally when we have a homicide to investigate, it ends up being Wesen-related. It can be a little annoying, especially since Wesen have a tendency to freak out when they realize we're Grimms. But, yeah, it's definitely different from being a hunter." I carried the burgers to the kitchen table. "Enough talk, let's eat."
1 Hour Later
"So, what exactly has been going on-" I was cut off by the sound of fluttering wings.
"Hey, Lizzie! I need to borrow your Grimm-ness for a…" Gabe trailed off upon seeing my brothers in the living room. "Um, hi guys." He had the look on his face that a kid gets when caught with a hand in a cookie jar, or in Gabe's case, a candy jar.
"What the hell, man! When we watched that awful porno you told us you were dead! How the fuck are you alive?" Dean definitely knows how to get straight to the point.
"Anyone up for another round of beers? Or maybe something stronger?" I looked sheepishly at my brothers.
"Wait, you knew that Gabriel was still alive? Why didn't you mention it to us when we got here?" Sam seemed a little too upset, especially since Gabe had told me about the whole Mystery Spot ordeal he'd put my brothers through. It surprised me that Sam actually seemed to care about someone who had killed his older brother repeatedly in one day.
"Yeah, I knew. But the reason I didn't tell you was because of the fact that Gabe had done so much shit that either annoyed or pissed you guys off, and I didn't want to stir up any unnecessary trouble." I poured glasses of whiskey for everyone, passed them around, and took a sip of mine. "Gabe what the fuck do you want this time? I'm not interested in being your personal errand girl today. Yes, we're friends, but I don't feel like running around Portland trying to find you specific brands of chocolate."
"Actually, I just wanted to see if you and Nicky wanted to go for drinks. And since we're pretty much already doing that, I don't need to ask. So, Samsquatch, Dean-o, how's it goin'?" Why Gabe needs to use nicknames for everyone, I'll never know.
Sam looked like he wanted to either punch Gabe or kiss him. Sam stood up, grabbed Gabe by the collar of his jacket and slammed their mouths together. Every one of us stared wide-eyed as the two of them made out.
Dean snapped out of the trance-like state first and cleared his throat. "Um, Sam, if you're gonna do that, get a room."
Sam pulled away from Gabe. "Now you know how I feel," he said, smirking at Dean. He nodded his head toward Cas, which caused Dean and Cas' faces to turn bright red.
"Wait a minute, are you saying that all three of us like men?" I was stunned, both my brothers had only had girlfriends as far back as I could remember. I felt an arm across my shoulders. "Nick, was there more to breaking up with Juliette than your being a Grimm?"
"Maybe a little." Nick looked at me a bit sheepishly. "I also broke up with her because there is another woman on my mind but it's not Adalind."
"Me? You broke up with Juliette because you're falling for me? I mean I've had a crush on you since the day we met, but I never thought you-" I was cut off by Nick pressing his slightly chapped lips against mine. And all thought processes stopped for however long that first kiss was.
Author's Note: I know, not the best place to end the chapter. But I'm tired and need to sleep. 'Night all. I'll post another chapter soon.