Present day
I sighed as I climbed out of the car. The memory was still fresh in my head, but I tried not to focus on it. None of that was important now. I put on a smile as I walked into the hospital. Crowley said that they would be here. All I had to do was find them. I stalked up to the desk, asking the nurse if she'd seen a man fitting my description. She pointed to a room down the hall. I thanked her and rushed off. This was a time sensitive "mission." I was going to be in big trouble of I didn't get back quick.
In my haste, I accidentally shoulder-checked someone. I mindlessly apologized. When I had reached the room I was looking for, I was disappointed. There was just a kid in here. Maybe he knew where that idiot is, I thought. Sighing, I was about to walk in. But I couldn't. No matter what happened, Crowley couldn't make me do this. I couldn't do this. I was about to turn back when the kid said something.
"Don't act like I can't see you."
I gave a quiet sigh, before fully stepping into the room. I let my smile take it's place back on my face. He seemed to study me. Understandable. Hoever, I was getting this weird fine from him. This kid can't be human, I thought to myself.
"What's your name?" he asked me.
I smirked.
"Grace Rogers," I replied. "Yours?"
He gave me a suspicious look, but I couldn't care less. I knew this kid somehow.
"I'm not entitled to day. What are you doing here?"
I sighed. I can just tell he is going to be difficult. Then I got an idea. Two can play at that game. I leaned against the door slightly, making myself comfortable.
"It's just a name," i tried to reason.
He shook his head. Now I was starting to get irritated. I knew I should be focused on finding my target, but I need to know. I swear I know him.
"One name can hold a lot of information. I ask again, why are you here?"
I clenched my fists and sighed. Straight to the point then. I looked him in the eye, ready to gauge his reaction.
"I'm looking for someone." He nods to me before ripping his I.V. out. "Six foot, green eyes."
"You could be describing a whole lot of people lady. I don't think I could help you."
He slid off the bed, obviously making it a point to face me. He seemed uneasy. Good, I thought bitterly. He should be. I took a quick look toward the window. I could play with him. Give him more into if he gives me his name. So I have him an amused look.
"Well, if you tell me your name, maybe I'll be a bit more specific." I said.
This made him glare at me as he reached for a nearby trench coat. I could just tell that he wanted me gone.
"It's Damen."
I raised an eyebrow. There had to be more than that. I decided to keep pushing.
"Just Damen?"
Now he seemed to hesitate.
"Damen McCathern. There, ya happy?" he finally said.
Huh...I do know that name. But from where? I silently watched as he slipped on the coat, while I tried to mentally answer that question. He certainly relaxed a bit. However, now I couldn't. That name was too familiar.
"I've heard that last name somewhere..." I pondered aloud. Then I mentally shook my head, getting back on track. "Anyway...the guy I'm looking for, his name is Dean. Dean Winchester."
The kid visibly froze. Gotcha. He seemed to be wracking his mind, trying to find a way to play it off. And I would let him. So when he said, "I never heard of him. Sorry," I played along. I nodded in disappointment. Then I heard someone walk in. I froze, moving in the most miniscule way to see who. Behind me was Sam Winchester. I tried not to panic, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.
"Samuel!" Damen suddenly exclaimed. "Sorry if this is too much ask, but could you get Gregory to bring me my book from the car? It's quite boring in here."
I turned as soon as I knew Sam wouldn't notice me, pretending to be curious. Turning back to the kid, I asked, "Who's that?"
"My brother, and Gregory is my cousin."
I nod slowly. This was getting to be very trying, and I suddenly didn't care what Crowley wanted. So pulled out a paper. It held my number. I handed it to him.
"Well, if you do find him, give me a call."
He nodded, taking the paper gingerly. I gave one last smile before leaving. As soon as I was down the hall, I let my smile drop. Why did Crowley make me do this? Because he knows that it hurts to see these boys again? I didn't know, but I was done.
My thoughts were cut off when someone rushing down the hall accidentally pushed me. I gasped, colliding into the wall. However, that wasnt what bothered me. It was who pushed me. Gabriel?
Yay! Finally able to update! Anyway, so the story is going to jump from season to season. Earlier season's from the show are her memories. Now is the present. So the first three were flashbacks. I will clarify when I switch. Also, Damen belongs to my friend So...
