Hey guys! Sorry it took me a bit to write this one! LIFE gets in the way! It looks like I'll be posting once a week now though so you guys can get quality chapters! Also Thanks to Melanie21370 for being my first review! I'm so happy you love my story about Grace! It means a lot :)

Disclaimer: I own only Gracie :P

SAM'S POV

Ring-Ringggggg, Ring-Ringggg. Hello this is the Winchesters, we're not here to take your message now so please leave a message after the beep.

"Ugh!" I grunted, ending the call. I've called at least ten times, and still no answer. Threading my fingers through my hair, I groaned internally not wanting to think if Grace was in danger.

I picked up one of the photos I took from the vamps house, it was of Grace and she looked to be two years old. Her big brown eyes looked up at the camera shyly, her long brown hair thinner and lank.

"Why do they have so many pictures of Grace?" I asked Dean, who looked equally as frustrated. We were back on the road, and Dean was speeding back. For once I wasn't angry with him doing that, if I was behind the wheel my foot would be heavy on the gas pedal the whole way there.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white, "For the 30th time Sam, I don't know! I'm just as pissed and confused as you are."

I ignored my brothers snide remark, "Dean…what if this was a set up?"

He looked over at me quickly, the car's lights behind us illuminating his eyes. "What are you talking about Sammy?"

I shifted in my seat, realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. "What if, this whole case…was a set up? We were saying it before, how it seemed way to easy and obvious. They didn't cover their tracks; they WANTED us to find them. And now they're not there, they have a ton of pictures of Grace who is only with Cas back at home."

Dean's eyes widened, and the car jerked slightly. "Are you saying that, a bunch of vamps tricked us to get Grace?"

"I-I think so? But why? Why do they want her?" I stuttered, and tried calling again. I was sent straight to voicemail.

"GOD DAMMIT." My nerves were shot, if something happened to Grace when we weren't there…I don't know how I'll ever forgive myself. I promised to protect her, and come back to her. My blood boiled at the thought of those vampires touching her, hurting her. I knew Cas would protect her with his life, but the knowing of not being in control killed me. The thought of her potentially getting hurt…especially when she's not feeling good, made me uneasy.

My only priority now, was to make sure Grace was safe. Nothing was getting in our way now.

GRACE'S POV

Cas stiffened at the knocking of the door and my brow furred in confusion and pain. My tummy was still hurting, but maybe Daddy and Uncle Dean were back already?

"Cas…what's wrong?" I panted, sweat began to tumble down my face. I really wasn't feeling good now. I wanted Daddy.

Whimpering I curled my fist in Cas's trench coat. He seemed to snap out of the trance he was in and quickly swept me into his arms, I yelped and held on tightly.

"Hush little one, someone is here who shouldn't be." His gravelly voice told me. My heart raced and I turned my head into his shoulder, shaking. I was paralyzed with fear and I didn't notice Cas bringing me swiftly into the closet. He pried my fingers off of him and set me down on the ground. He looked at me more seriously than ever.

"Grace I need you to stay in here and be a brave little girl. I'm going to take care of what it is, but you need to be safe." He pulled me away from him and sat me down on the hard floor.

Sniffling I wiped my nose with my arm, "Ok, Cas I'll try."

He gave me a slight smile and kissed my forehead. Soon everything was dark as he shut the door. The only light shining through was the crack of the door. I curled into myself, the cramps in my tummy never ending. I put my hand to my mouth to withhold the whimpers as I silently waited to hear what was going on. The musty old closet seemed to be closing in on me though as more time seemed to pass in silence.

BANG

Yelping I jumped and scurried into the very corner, burying myself into some old clothes. Tears began to stream down my face as I sobbed. Memories of being trapped with the Shapeshifter resurfaced and I couldn't breathe. Hot liquid began to run down my legs, and the stink of urine filled the closet. I couldn't find the time to became embarrassed that I had just wet myself like a baby, because I was so scared.

"AHHHHH" yelled Cas, my head jerked up. Cas was in trouble, and if I didn't do anything he might get hurt or worse! I tugged at my dress, my mind and heart torn on whether to stay where it was safe or to go help Cas. After another painful scream I scrambled up, slipping a bit on my own pee and found my way to the door. I pushed hard against it, coming to realize that he had locked it.

Using all the strength my gangly body had gained while staying here I slammed my body into the door.

I bounced right back and hit the ground hard.

Groaning I struggled to get up, my whole body covered in sweat and urine now. Shaking I ran at the door, and this time I knocked it hard enough to open and I fell hard again onto the wood floor.

I laid on the ground as still as possible, breathes shallow. After only hearing more painful screams from Cas I got myself up, groaning from the pain of my own body. I ran as fast as I could to the sounds of the screams and grunts, slipping on the shiny floor.

I skidded to a stop to see a lanky man leaning over Cas, hand to his throat and blood everywhere. My heart stuttered and at first I just stood there, in shock watching the strange man torment Cas who was clearly struggling. His hand was hovering over a red painted symbol, but Cas was trying to stop him.

Angry clouded my eyes, my stomach in knots I ran forward and grabbed the man's shirts, "HEY GET AWAY FROM HIM, GO AWAY!" shouting while twisting and grasping the man's shirt tails. It was basically like a small kitten trying to get the attention of a panther.

The panther turned and smiled at me. It wasn't a nice smile.

Shiny fangs soaked with blood peaked through and I gasped, dropping his shirt. I took a step back but made myself tall as I could, "G-get away from my friend." I stuttered. Crap I didn't sound as imitating as I wanted to.

"Well, this is where you've been hiding her huh?" his mouth curved, surrounded by crusty blood. I gulped and nervously grasped my hands.

"What a pretty little girl you are. And brave too, didn't see that coming." He proceeded to choke Cas as he talked to me. "Now I see why Shawn kept you hidden all to himself, the dumb Shapeshifter. Should have taken advantage of what he had."

I didn't know what he was talking about, except that Shawn had to be the monster who kept me all those years. I shivered and clutched myself, unsure what to do now. I thought I could scare him off, save Cas! That looked dim.

The man laughed at my hesitance, "Don't worry sweetie, after I get rid of this Angel we can have some fun." He then raised his hand and I flinched, thinking he was going to hit Cas. Instead he hit the strange symbols and all of a sudden the room filled with white light.

I gasped and covered my eyes, wincing of how bright it was. When it died down I looked to see Cas gone! I looked at the monster who continued to smirk at me.

It was just me and him.

I realized how in danger I was. How no one would come and save me. How Daddy and Uncle Dean were miles away, and Cas was God knows where.

It was only the kitten and the panther.

We locked eyes, and I didn't move a muscle. As soon as the panther pounced I turned and ran as fast as I could.

However, I smacked into something solid before I could go anywhere. I cried out and fell onto the floor. When I looked up, it was another strange man. He smiled almost identically to the other man. Not because they were brothers though.

He had fangs too.

I screamed as loudly as I could. That didn't last long however because the man I bumped into roughly picked me up and shook me hard.

"Hey little brat shut up, before one of us has to shut you up." He growled, hands tightening around my arms. His nails dug into me and I winced, feeling the bruises already setting in.

The other one stepped closer and stroked my hair from behind, "Fang, calm down. You know when are victims are scared they don't taste as good! And since she's not as plump as we want her, we gotta take what he get man." He tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall to one side of my neck.

The one named Fang scrunched his face, "Well I smell the piss man, she's already scared shitless."

The other one waved his hand in dismay and started to stroke my bare neck. I stood there frozen, quivering.

"That's okay…I kinda like it that way." And suddenly his mouth was breathing on my neck, his fangs pierced my neck and I let out a moan.

I started to slump, but Fang held me up as the other one drunk from me. It was the strangest experience I've ever had. It was painful in the beginning, then numbing towards the end. I tried to struggle but my movements became sluggish. Time moved slowly and I wished it would end.

All of a sudden it was over and real time smacked me in the face. I gasped and fell on the ground, breathing hard. Blood continued to stream down my neck. The monsters were talking but everything seemed to blur. Like being under water too long. Don't ask how I know that, because the Shapeshifter did horrible things to me.

Then there was a loud bang, but it was muffled under the roaring in my ears. I slumped slowly, my body becoming cold and slick with sweat. The ground was soft and pillow like, I tried to keep my eyes open, but they had a mind of their own.

As they started to close I saw two other shapes, blurred and fast moving. There were yells and screams and was chaos. But right now I was in serenity. Peaceful. Calm. Time was motionless as I blacked out.

SAM'S POV

I had a bad feeling from the moment we drove up to the bunker.

With Dean's driving, it took us half the time it would have to get back. Usually I would be more cautious, but with Grace in possible trouble…it was the last of my worries. Strangely there were no cars parked nearby, but the vampires could have walked or ran to get here.

The moon shone brightly through the clouds, illuminating the path. We walked briskly to the door, guns at the ready. I glanced at Dean and waited for the okay to go in.

After a moment he lifted his hand in a waving motion, I crept forward as he opened the door. At first I heard only silence, the lights were on and nothing seemed amiss. Until we both heard an ear splitting scream.

A scream that sounded just like Grace.

I didn't wait for Dean's signal, I booked it. I ran to the sound of the screaming; heart pounding. I was so sure Gracie would be safe here, I was horribly mistaken. I was praying to God, to Chuck that nothing had happened to her.

I found her in the living room, Cas was nowhere to be seen and there were two strange men in the room with her. They were arguing and ignoring Grace. Who was on the floor, unconscious.

"HEY!" I shouted and pointed my gun at one of them and didn't hesitate. I knew they were monsters.

The one I shot hit the ground and his partner hissed at me. He lurched to grab me, but Dean shot him in the leg. He screamed but was quickly shut up by Dean knocking him out with the butt of his gun. I wasn't paying much attention though; blood was roaring in my ears as I made my way over to Gracie.

She was still lying there, paler than usual. Her breathes seemed too shallow and sweat began to accumulate on her brow.

"Gracie, peanut? Can you hear me?" I shook her shoulder, and got more worried when I got no response. I heard Dean behind me grunting to lift the vampire and knew I should go over to help him but I couldn't. I was torn to stay with Grace and help my brother.

It was like Dean could read my mind, "Sammy, I'm going to lock this vamp up in the dungeon. I'll be quick, stay with Grace and try to wake her up." I let out a breath of relief and focused my attention back to Grace.

When I went back to shake her shoulder I noticed red on her neck. Carefully I touched her small neck and realized she was bleeding!

"Shit." I muttered, pulling off my flannel and pressing carefully to her wound. As I was leaning down, trying to find out what was wrong a putrid smell wavered into my nose.

What is that smell?

I leaned in closer and it dawned on me that it was urine. Dread filled me, how could anyone make a child so scared she would pee herself? I stroked her hair, deeply concerned for the little girl at my knees.

"D'dy?"