Chapter 2

okay, it's been ages and this probably sucks since I'm sleep deprived and this will most likely turn into a horrible Mary Sue but I have an agreement with Cassie Winchester one of my good friends that if I update this sucky fic then she will update her AMAZING one. It's called Supernatural Meets SUE-pernatural and you should all go check it out. so here it is...Chapter Two

"Wow." Jordyn muttered, now he is attractive.

"You're telling me…" replied Julia, "Hello sexy." Grace rolled her eyes,

"Yea, let's completely ignore the fact that to him you're jailbait." She said sarcastically.

"Oh come on, you know I just love older guys" Julia said with a wink.

"Yea," added Jordyn, "Besides, he doesn't look old enough to be out of high school." She gave him an appraising glance. "But wow is he hot!"

"Well, if you want him to know that, then you'd better hurry over, it looks like you've got some competition." Kate cut in, gesturing towards the crowd of girls already beginning to swarm the newcomers.

"Ugg…well then, I guess we'll just have to stand out" replied Julia. And with a flip of hair she and Jordyn were off.

"Well they're certainly a piece of work aren't they?" asked Kit with a grin. Noticing Grace's sour mood she elbowed her cousin in the side. "What's with you?" she asked. "You love this kind of stuff!"

"Yea, I dunno…" she trailed off. "I guess I'm just not really in the mood. I'm exhausted from staying up all night writing that paper for history, and I just… I don't really know."

"Well you're no fun!" teased Kit. "Come on Kate let's leave miss doom and gloom to herself. Come find us when you're happy again!" She shouted over her shoulder. "AND STOP BEING EMO!" she added as an afterthought. "WE HAVE KAIT FOR THAT!" at this Kate reached over and smacked her across the top of her curly head.

"I AM NOT EMO!" she exclaimed.

Grace sighed with relief. She was glad her friends were giving her some space. They were crazy and she loved them but tonight she was just not in the mood. She was waiting for something, anything exciting to happen in her life. But she didn't really go after it, shy around boys, a bit socially awkward, she was worried she was missing out on a lot in life. She was just in a bad mood. Well whatever, she thought maybe I'm just PMSing. Then she noticed something.

The boy from earlier, what was his name—Sam, that was it. Seemed to be rather uncomfortable. Surrounded by all of her girlishly giggling classmates the tall floppy haired youth looked rather scared, almost like a gazelle cornered by a heard of lions. Grace snorted to herself, 'boys…' she thought. Though it surprised her that unlike his brother he wasn't milking the situation for all it was worth. Instead he seemed to be drawing back into himself, obviously unnerved by the attention. Suddenly she noticed she wasn't just looking at him, he was looking back. Blushing she turned her face to the ground refusing to meet his gaze. Boys were not so much a strong point for her, especially not cute, mysterious boys who appeared out of nowhere that she would only see for one night. But then something very strange happened, she had a burst of courage. Deciding to see if she could help him out she tried to get close enough to say something but was instantly elbowed back by the group who seemed to have taken quite an interest in the gangly teenager. Turning her attention to the guide she listened to the countless stories about the tortured souls who haunted the aged town.

"And here" she gestured, "Is the old prison. As you know, countless people who died in the john brown raids continue to walk the memory filled streets of our town but there was one prisoner here in particular who has been particularly active as of late" she paused in the middle of her overly dramatic act to glare at Dean who had been making smart remarks to his gaggle of followers. Clearing her throat loudly she continued on. "His name was Sam Johnson and he was recently admitted for murdering several of the local girls in cold blood" she finished with what was supposed to be a bone chilling whisper but fell flat. Still Grace found herself a bit unnerved as she thought she saw a dark shape flit out of the doorway. 'no more scary movies for me' she thought 'they're going straight to my over inflated head.' Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped at the almost screamed until she turned to find herself staring up into those same brown eyes.

"Please. Help." He whispered with a teasing grin as he pointed to his followers who seemed to be otherwise occupied by Dean telling his own version of Rebecca's ghost story. Grace laughed and stuck out her hand

"You seem to have gotten yourself into a bit of trouble. I'm Grace. Personal bodyguard at your service." He smiled back and took it.

"Sam, and I may just have to take you up on that."