1995
Grace had been hunting since she was fourteen. She had enough. She wasn't even going to ask John knowing what a stubborn fool he was. Grace packed up her bag and left the letter on top, the acceptance letter to Yale. She worked so hard, she joined cheerleading she kept her grades up and all of it paid off, a full ride to Yale. John was on a hunt, he had rented a penthouse apartment for them in LA, and they went to a Wildwood school. She loved it, she made friends, she had flings, she had fun, but she wanted that all the time, and after she finished school there would be no likely hood of her ever making friends, flings possibly but she wanted to go to collage. She wanted more than hunting monsters. She sat down and wrote them all individual letter; she was getting a train to Nevada at two in the morning, then a plane to Pennsylvania and after that another train to Connecticut.
Dear Dad,
I just wanted to let you know, I'm not doing this to get away from you or Sam or Dean. I'm doing this for me. I want to do something good in my life, something I can be appreciated for. All I get with hunting was a trip to juvenile court for breaking and entering. I will miss you Dad, but it's something I've got to do. I'm sorry
Goodbye
Love Grace
Dear Dean,
D'you remembers that poem you made me, and how everyone made fun of you for choosing me. Well I've still got it, and I love you so much for doing it, and thanks for telling me, five years later. And call me anytime, no matter what Dad Says. It may seem like I'm abandoning you Dean, but after watching you grow up and helping raise you, you should know I could never do that. Please try and understand that what I want is important. I love you guys. Take care of them Dean. I'm sorry.
My new Number. 07953221770.
Goodbye
Love Grace
Grace let tears fall onto the poem she held.
My sister
She can be strange.
Loyal.
Funny.
Sensitive.
Hard-working.
Shy.
Energetic.
She can also be stubborn.
Independent.
Comforting.
But most importantly.
She's loving.
And I love her.
By Dean Winchester.
She wrote the third letter, the one to Sam.
Dear Sam,
Words can't express how much I'll miss you Sammy. I love you like a son, how am I supposed to leave you? I'm sorry for leaving you. I want you to remember this. Because I love you, phone me or write me Sammy, don't be mad. Please.
I'm sorry,
Goodbye
Love Grace
She had just finished writing the letter when Sam came in. "Heya" she whispered "Don't go Grace" he hugged her tight "what are you talking about" she asked him. "Please don't leave me Grace, I don't want you too, please" she looked into his eyes and hugged him tight. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise". She tore up the letters and up packed her bag. It was hard enough leaving Sam but now it was impossible.