Am I The Kinda Girl?

Dean had had quite a night; his two favourite sins had been well and truly sated, gluttony and lust. He had way too much to drink and way too much of Grace and he had woken this morning with a feeling that he couldn't quite remember the last time he had felt. Contentment. He was quite happy to lie here and not move, Grace still beside him.

Grace eluded a peaceful calm about her which was infectious, he hadn't felt this relaxed and well, normal, in a long time. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself back to sleep, not wanting to break the spell of the moment, reluctant to let his life leech in and spoil it. He felt Grace move beside him, her long slender hand ran across his chest and he felt her breath on his face as her lips sought his. He groaned softly as she moved her lips down along his throat and then along to his ear. Her voice was soft and teasing.

"Hungry?" He could hear the smile in her voice.

"Hell,yeah."

He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, seeking her mouth, kissing her, his hands in her hair. Then she was pushing away, breaking the circle of his arms.

"I didn't mean that kind of hungry." She swatted at him, laughing as she did, teasing him.

He opened his eyes and reached for her hand as she rolled onto the other side of the bed. He sat up leaning on one arm, knowing that he was grinning at her like an idiot but somehow unable to stop himself.

"I know, but I did."

He reached up to touch her hair with his free hand when the necklace that she wore caught his eye and distracted him from his intent to keep her beside him. He caught the small piece of metal that hung from the chain around her neck in his hand and fingered it. It was a small square and Dean was sure that it was lead; he'd know the feel of that anywhere. There were small markings on it that he couldn't quite make out yet which seemed familiar to him.

"That's unusual." He turned it in his hand watching as it seemed to soak up the light, no reflection on the dull surface. He tried to think were he had seen one of these before.

"My dad gave it to me, a present, before he died." The change in her voice made him look at her eyes and he was surprised to see the cold detachment in them. He knew that look, had seen it often enough in the mirror after his own father had died.

"I'm sorry. Has it been long?"

"Three months."

The sadness in her voice brought a swell of his own emotions dangerously near the surface.

"I lost my dad recently too, I kinda know how you feel."

She turned to look at him and he caught something else in her eyes. A brief flick of anger.

"No Dean, I don't think you do." She smiled at him but it didn't reach her eyes. She pulled herself out of bed and pulled on her robe.

"Coffee?" She never turned as she walked to the door, only paused at it for his answer.

"Thanks."

He threw himself back on the bed and sighed, his peaceful moment had imploded.

Standing he reached for his watch, nine o'clock, he'd better check in with Sam before he got his panties in a knot. He searched his jacket for his phone. Damn it, where the hell have I put that. He padded to the bedroom door.

"Grace? Grace?"

Her head appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "What?"

"Have you seen my phone, I'd better check in with my neurotic brother before he thinks I'm lying dead in a ditch somewhere."

"It's down here. Go get a shower; I'll bring it up with the coffee"

He grabbed his jeans and his boxers from the floor on the way by and headed for the bathroom.

Grace was sitting on the bed when he came back out, dressed in old jeans and a blue blouse which made her blue eyes glow. He smiled at her and sat down beside her.

She looked at him. "I'm sorry, I overreacted there but my dad's death wasn't pleasant and I still feel pretty raw about it." She sat playing with the necklace, turning it in her fingers. She realised that she like Dean but she had started this and there was no turning back now. "It just hurts, you know, there's a hole that I can't fill, and I still see him lying there, dead." A tear escaped her.

Dean nodded. He could identify with that, he still thought about his father's death everyday and each day did nothing to ease the pain inside. The nightmares where the worst, the ones were he dreamed of his father burning in hell. Burning in hell for him.

He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, as much to comfort himself as her. She reached up and kissed him and he closed his eyes. He felt her arms go round his neck and then something scraped his back. He tried to pull away and the needle of the syringe in her hand stabbed through the skin at the base of his neck, the liquid hot as it entered him. She jumped back and stepped away. He tried to stand up but his legs wouldn't hold him and he fell to his knees in front of her, his world spinning as he did.

He couldn't believe how completely she had got him to let his guard down, got him to let her in. His last thought as he lost consciousness…..Bitch!

Grace jumped as the phone in her pocket started to ring. She pulled it out and smiled as she read the name on the caller ID.

Showtime.

"Hello?" Her voice was soft and low.

"Hi, is this Sam? Your Dean's brother right?"