Chapter 9

A few weeks passed and everything was back to normal. Sam, Dean, and I were on the road together again. I rode my motorcycle behind the Impala. We were heading to a comic book store. We walked in and went to the counter. A man with a bald head but a lot of facial hair was sitting behind it.

"Can I help you?" He asked hesitantly. "I sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw, and May. Just need to ask you a few questions," Dean said. "Notice anything strange in the building in the last couple of days?" I asked. "Like what?" The man said. "Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights," Dean said. "Uh…" The man started, "I don't think so, why?" "What about noises. Like skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?" Sam said. "And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" The man from the counter asked.

"What about cold spots. Feel any sudden drops in temperature?" Sam asked ignoring his question. The man behind the counter started to smile. "I knew it! You guys are Larping aren't you? You guys are fans." "Fans of what? And what in the world is Larping?" I asked with scrunched eyebrows. "Like you don't know." The guy said, "Live Action Role Playing. And pretty hardcore too. You're asking questions like the building is haunted. Like those three from the books. What are they called? Supernatural!"

We looked at him like he was from outer space. "Two guys and a smoking hot girl, use fake I.D.s, with rock aliases, hunt down ghost, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh, Steve, Dirk, and Gabi? Sal, Dane, and Gale…" He trailed off. Sam said, "Sam, Dean, and Grace?" "That's it!" "So you're saying this is a book?" I asked. "Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies though. Kind of had more of an underground-cult following." He got up from behind his desk and went over to a bin. He pulled out a book and said, "This is the first book I think." He gave the book to Dean.

The cover of the book had two super buff guys on the front with an Impala in the back. Dean turned the book over and read the back. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths." That was the first case they ever did together after their Dad went missing. I had just started going off on my own. Sam grabbed the book from Dean and pointed to the guy. "We're going to need all the copies of 'Supernatural' you've got."

We were back at our motel room. Sam was on his laptop, Dean was lying on the bed reading one of the 'Supernatural' books, and I was on the other bed doing the same. "This is freaking insane. How does this guy know all this stuff? Everything is in here. I mean everything! From the racist truck, to me having sex. I'm full-frontal in here, dude!" "TMI Dean. No one wants to know about your sex life. I just had to skip three pages about you having sex with Anna! And in the back of the Impala!" I said to him.

"Shut up. How come we haven't heard of them before?" Dean said while walking over to the table where Sam was sitting. "They're pretty obscure. I mean almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And the last one 'No Rest for the Wicked' ends with you going to hell," Sam said while turning the laptop to Dean. "That's insane," I muttered to myself. "Check it out," Dean started, "There are actually fans." I set the book down on the bed and walked over.

I put my arms around Dean's neck and rested my chin on his shoulder, looking at the screen. "There's not many but still. Did you read this?" "For fans they sure do complain a lot," I said looking at the screen. "Look at this; Simpatico says 'The demon story line is trite, clichéd, and over-all craptastic.' Yeah well screw you Simpatico we lived it," I said removing my arms from Dean's neck and sitting in the chair across from Sam. Sam chuckled and said, "Yeah well keep on reading. It gets better."

Dean looked back at the screen and said, "There are 'Sam Girls,' 'Dean Girls,' 'Grace Boys,' and… what's a slash fan?" Sam leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "It means Sam-slash-Dean, Dean-slash-Grace, or Sam-slash-Grace. Together." Dean looked mortified and said, "Like together together?" "Yeah" "They do know you guys are brothers, right? And we are all pretty much related," I asked him. "It doesn't seem to matter." I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer. I laughed so hard that my stomach started to hurt. The boys decided to find the publisher of the books, and I stayed in the motel room, continuing to read the books.

I changed into a pair of jeans and one of Dean's shirts. I let my hair down. I sat on the bed and started reading. I heard a knock at the door. I swung my legs off the bed and grabbed my gun. I walked over to the door and listened. The person on the other side of the door was whistling softly. I opened the door and saw a man only about two inches taller than me. He had caramel colored hair and hazel eyes that twinkled with mischief.

"Can I help you?" I asked cautiously. He just stared at me for a minute before saying, "Oh, um, yes. Are you Grace? Grace Singer?" I just looked at him and crossed my arms. "Who's asking?" He looked left and right down the hallway. "Oh, I had a little run-in with the boys a while back. I heard that you were traveling with them now." I took out my flask of holy water and threw it on his face.

He didn't start to scream or burn so he wasn't a demon. He smiled at me and wiped his face with his sleeve. "I'm not a demon, sweetheart." Hmm. "What are you then?" I asked with a smirk on my face. "Trickster," He said with a lopsided grin. "Really? I've never run into a Trickster before. Wait, how did you find me?" He chuckled a little and looked to the floor.

"I, um," He started and rubbed the back of his neck, "Had some help." I narrowed by eyes at him. "Are you gonna hurt, rape, or kill me?" I asked as if it was an everyday question. His eyes got huge and he stuttered, "You have a strange mind sweetheart." I gave him one last glare and opened the door wider to let him in. "Sit in the chair and stay there. I need to make a call." I saw him walk to the chair and sit down. He put his hands between his knees and looked at them. 'He looks like a kicked puppy. Poor guy.'

Wait, why did I feel sorry for him? I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and called Sam. He picked up after the second ring. "Hey Gracie, what's up?" "Nothing much. About half an hour after you guys left there was a knock at the door. There was a guy and he said that he had a run-in with you guys a while back. He says he's a Trickster."

The other end of the line was silent for a minute. "You there?" I asked. "Gracie, listen to me," Sam said in a rush, "That guy is dangerous. He kills people for fun. You need to get out of there. We are heading over right now." "Wait Sam just stop!" I said, "I'll take care of it, just take care of this Carver Edlund guy, I'll be fine."

I heard him take a deep breath and say, "Are you sure?" "Yes Sam, I'm sure. Don't worry about me, I will be alright," I said calmly. "Okay. Call if anything happens." "I will. Bye Samsquatch." I hung up the phone and returned to the Trickster. He was exactly how I left him, sitting with his hands between his knees. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms.

"So," I started. He looked up at me. "You do know the boys. Sam said that you kill people for fun. I'm not next on the list am I?" He looked at me with hurt eyes. "No. You're too cute to kill." Now I was confused. He must have sensed my confusion because he continued. "I'm not exactly a complete Trickster. The boys don't know who I really am." He got up from the chair and walked over to me. I brought up my handgun and pointed it and his chest.

He walked closer and put his hand over mine, and moved the gun so that it was right over his heart. His hand was really warm. He continued to look right at me. "I've never told anybody who I really am. But I'm going to tell you because I know I can trust you. But you cannot tell anyone. No matter what." I felt like I could trust him, so I lowered my gun. He stepped forward so that we were only inches apart. He seemed hesitant, but leaned forward so that his mouth was right by my ear.

"Gabriel." That was all he said. My eyes widened as far as they could. He pulled back and I just looked at him. "Gabriel? Archangel Gabriel?" I asked him. He nodded. "The very same. I found you because I wanted to finally meet you in person. I've been watching over you. Especially after your accident," He said.

I was in a motorcycle accident about three years ago. A semi ran a red light and was going about sixty when he hit me. I would have been dead on contact. I remember it hitting me, and then I was back in the motel room I was staying at. I didn't have a scratch on me. I thought it was a dream, but I read on the news that there had been an accident, but the person riding the motorcycle had vanished.

I looked back at him and whispered, "It was you. You pulled me out and saved me." He nodded again. "Then why do the boys think you're a Trickster?" I asked him. He took a breath and said, "In heaven, I couldn't stand to see my brothers, Michael and Lucifer, fighting. I left heaven and made it seem like I was actually a Trickster so that other angels couldn't track me. Plus it's fun to screw around with people."

I didn't know what to say, so instead I looked down to the floor. I felt a hand on my arm. I looked back at Gabriel and he said, "No feeling sorry for me sweet cheeks." I couldn't help it, and I put my arms around his neck. He put his arms around my waist and hugged me back.

I just met the guy ten minutes ago and now we're best buds? Weird. I buried my face in his neck and he did the same to me. "Thank you for saving me," I whispered. He didn't say anything. He was warmer than Cass. I guess it's because he is an Archangel. We were rocking side to side slightly, just enjoying each other's warmth.

He suddenly took my left hand in his right and we started slow dancing. I looked at him with a confused expression, but he just grinned brightly. We started out slow dancing, but it turned into a slow waltz. I couldn't help but laugh at his goofiness. We danced all around the room. He twirled me and pulled me against his chest, then dipped me. We slowed down again. I was resting my head on his shoulder with my face toward his neck. He smelled like sugar, and a lot of it. He rested his cheek on my forehead and we just rocked back and forth.

We parted slightly after what felt like hours. He looked in my eyes and said, "I should probably keep moving. Can I get a kiss for the road?" I leaned forward a little and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and said, "Close enough." "Dork," I said to him. "That's mean," He said with a pout. "Would you prefer dumbass?" I asked him with raised eyebrows. He gave a hearty laugh.

"Be careful sweetheart," He said. "You too," I replied. Then I heard the familiar flutter of wings and a gust of wind. I looked around to find an empty room. I didn't kiss him because I just met him for Pete's sake! Plus, I had feelings for Cass. I sighed and went back over to the bed and continued reading.

3rd Person POV: Gabriel watched Grace sit on the bed and read. He was invisible to the human eye, so Grace thought that she was alone. He always thought Grace was a pretty child, but now she is a beautiful young woman. 'I just wish I could tell her how I feel about her,' Gabriel thought to himself. He was in love with Grace. He has been a guardian to her since she was five, but he never thought he would fall in love with her. Gabriel sighed and flew off.

Grace POV: A few minutes after Gabriel left, I heard a flutter of wings. I looked up and saw Castiel standing at the end of the bed. "Hey Cass, how have you been?" I asked him. "I am well," he replied. He seemed to be standing really stiff. "Are you okay Cass? You seem… uncomfortable." He just looked at me. I sighed and got up from the bed, and went to stand in front of him. We just looked at each other for a minute, but he looked down at the floor.

"Cass?" I said quietly. "Yes?" He asked. I held in my laughter and said, "Would you like a hug?" He shifted uncomfortably, but nodded his head slightly. I smiled and opened my arms. He stepped forward and put his arms around my waist and I put mine around his neck. I rubbed his back and he relaxed even more.

"Don't leave," Cass said after a few minutes. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and pulled away so that I could look at him. And boy, did he look sad. "What do you mean by 'don't leave'?" I asked him. I put my hand up to his face and ran my fingers through his dark hair. He closed his eyes at my touch and said, "I don't want you to go." "Go where Cass?" I asked confused. "Anywhere," He said quietly.

I was shocked. He doesn't want me to get hurt or leave him. "Oh, Cass. I'm not going anywhere. You can come and see me anytime you like, okay? Just as long as I'm not in the bathroom," I said smiling. He nodded and I pulled him into a hug again. He was very snuggly today. "Hey Cass?" I whispered. "Hmm?" He mumbled. "You know, if you ever want to talk, you can always come to me."

He was silent for a minute but then he said, "I know." He hugged me tighter around my waist and I did the same with my arms. "And why are you so snuggly today?" I whispered to him. "I like your hugs." He didn't say anything else. I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.

About fifteen minutes later, Cass said, "I have to go, Gracie. But I will see you soon." I nodded and pulled away. He kissed my forehead very lightly and flew off.

Then it hit me. He called my Gracie instead of Grace. I smiled at that. I went back over to the bed and picked up the book. I scanned over the page, but wasn't really reading it. I set it down and went to take a hot shower.

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