Grace had her head against the misted window of the Impala, watching the trees speed by. This was all blowing her brains- meeting the Winchesters, Cas... this was all just...

So big.

'You still awake back there?' Sam asked, looking into the rearview mirror. She nodded. 'Yeah, its just so... freaky. I'm sat in the damn Impala.'

Dean chuckled. 'Glad someone loves my baby.' Grace raised an eyebrow. 'Don't get so high and mighty you dick.' Dean scowled, and Grace smirked.

Dean sighed, then asked. 'Who are you a fan of? Sam girl? Or-!' He winked.

Grace raised an eyebrow, then smirked.

'Slash (!)'

Dean almost slammed the breaks on at that, then pulled over and hissed.

'Don't you ever mention that!'

Grace smirked. 'Cas's bitch.'

Sam snorted in laughter now. 'Oh I like you Grace.' He laughed out. She grinned. 'You two are so... different than what I thought you'd be like.' Dean frowned. 'How so?'

Grace laughed. 'Well Dean... you hit on everything that moves!'

Sam raised an eyebrow to his brother. 'She's got a point.'

Dean just gave him a filthy look, then pulled out again.

They drove for a good while, then pulled into a motel.

'Fancy sharing?' Dean winked at Grace. She just raised an eyebrow. 'I'd rather share with Sam.' Sam blinked in surprise, making Grace laugh.

'Jokes Sammy!'

Sam scowled. 'Don't call me that!'

Grace smirked, then pushed Dean of the bed, then jumping onto it, looking down at him.

'Claimed!'

Dean scowled up at her, rubbing the back of his head. 'Fine.' He scowled, then sat on the other. Sam raised an eyebrow, then cleared his throat.

He gave up and got up, Sam snorted in laughter and sat down on the other bed his brother had given up. Dean shrugged towards the door. 'I'm going for a drive...' he smirked at the pair. 'Don't do anything I wouldn't!'

Grace snorted. 'You'd do anything!' Dean looked thoughtful. 'Good point- catch ya later chick.' He was gone.

Sam chuckled then turned to Grace, who was pulling her shoes off.

'What's it like? Watching our life?' He asked Grace curiously. Grace laughed. 'Well... it's a TV show... so you could say I'm a big fan.' Sam smirked. 'Did you really fastforward the... umm... ya know?' Grace laughed. 'Nah, not really...' she laughed. 'Don't tell Dean.'

Sam grinned. 'That's... fine with me. He's such a bigheaded...'

Grace looked down- she was still in her . Well, good for bed, but not exactly for the day. Besides... Dean probably liked red silk.

Great (!) What a teenage boy...

Sam understood what she was thinking about and chuckled. 'Hey- we'll find ya something tomorrow.'

Grace groaned. 'I don't exactly want a midnight visit from Dean... what a pervert.'

Sam was almost roaring in laughter now- Grace had a... different way of looking at life for sure! Dean had finally met his match.

Grace turned over in her sleep, face screwed up.

She'd always had nightmares... but nothing quite like this...

Hey- still alive there?

Grace awoke with a start to see the TV flickering, all fuzzed up and spitting. Grace frowned now, then glanced to the other bed- Sam was fast asleep, and so was Dean, laid out on the sofa with his eyes closed. Grace could see the tip of a knife under his coat he was using for a pillow and chuckled- he really did that after all.

She got up and walked over to the TV, then turned it off.

But it stayed on. She scowled, then pulled the plug out.

But, yet again, it stayed on. So, starting to freak a little, she walked over to Sam and prodded him, staring at the screen all the time. But, no matter what she did to either brother, they didn't wake up.

Hey there- I asked you a question.

Grace froze, then turned to the TV, then, feeling stupid, asked it.

'Are you talking to me-?'

Duh (!) Never (!)

Grace scowled. 'No need to be rude! Whatever you are...'

The TV chuckled, then asked.

How are you enjoying your time in here?

Grace froze. 'Who are you-?' The TV laughed again. Oh, all in good time sweetie.

Now she scowled. 'I will smash this damn screen in a moment!' he turned to the boys. 'And what did you do them?'

Jeez woman! I didn't do anything! Lay of! Man... kill me now- if you could (!)

Graces eyes narrowed. 'Oh I would.'

The TV sighed. Look girly- I've seen your life... it sucks. To be honest.

She laughed now. 'And you though "Oh! I think I'll just send this girl into a TV show in her pajamas!"'

The TV laughed. Oh well sweetie- enjoy!

Grace frowned. 'What-?'

Everything went white for a second, then she felt herself waking up for the second time.

'Grace-?'

She looked around at Sam, who had just finished shoving everything back in his bag. She groaned, putting a hand to her head, then glanced at the TV- it was on the news channel.

What the hell was going on-?

She suddenly got hit in the face with clothes and boots as Dean came back. Grace looked at the clothes- dark blue jeans and a white long sleeve T-shirt, a dark black jacket complete with black leather boots.

Grace was impressed at how Dean had guessed her size correctly... then again... he probably had enough practice.

Lovely (!)

Dean grinned now, holding up a sheaf of paper.

'You've seen it on TV yeah? Well...' he threw it her.

Dean smirked.

'Now you can try hunting firsthand! Lets have some fun!'

Grace just groaned.

Well, things are changing for Gracy now lmao! Hmm... who/what exactly did this? You'll find out soon! Thanks to my sister for requesting this story! Good fun! Happy Christmas guys if no more updates later X Nic