A knock on the door startled her. She looked at it from across the room, almost not daring to move. Whoever was on the other side pounded harder. Reluctantly, she got up and tip-toed to the door. She raised up on her toes and peeked through the peep-hole. There were too well dressed men on the other side, which gave her a bad feeling. Regardless, she opened the door a crack and peeked out.

"Hello," She said awkwardly as she tried to hide her half naked form behind the door. The nearest man sneered at her.

"Where's Crowley?" Instinctively, Grace started looking around for a weapon. There was a candlestick nearby, but she couldn't possibly have reached it without them noticing.

"He's not here," She said, hoping they would leave, but assuming they wouldn't. Something told her nothing about being affiliated with the King of Hell was going to be easy.

The man growled low in his throat and an unseen force shoved the door in. Grace found herself on the floor with the wind knocked out of her. She pushed herself to a sitting position, gasping for breath as she watched the two men enter the room and make straight for the dead body she'd forgotten was rotting on the floor. One man lifted it over his shoulder while the other swiftly approached Grace. He crouched down and leaned in close to her face, his eyes flashing to black.

"I suggest you learn your place quickly. You are his pet, not his queen," And with that, he was gone and Grace was alone once again.

Grace remained on the floor, catching her breath and wondering what that outburst was for. She hadn't exactly done anything to them. She hadn't even tried to keep them from coming in, though she would have if given the chance.

Once she could breathe again, Grace got to her feet and closed the door, locking it and wishing it had a few extra locking mechanisms. She made her way back to the couch, turned the channel to something more modern, and ate the breakfast that had been set out for her. The French toast was good. It wasn't worth the twenty-five dollars she saw it cost after looking over the menu, but it was good.

After breakfast and a few episodes of some hospital based sitcom she decided to pick up the place. There were papers strewn everywhere and she tried to read them as she picked them up. They were covered in sigils and seals and runes she couldn't begin to decipher. Despite the fact she couldn't understand what she was looking at she spent a good deal of time staring at the symbols. She'd always loved things old and mysterious and these took the cake.

After stacking all the papers on the coffee table and picking up empty whiskey bottles and broken glass, there wasn't much left for her to do. She flipped through the channels on TV, but found she couldn't focus on any one thing. She decided after a while it would be nice to have some pants which brought up the question; where was she?

After a short search she found a little brochure for the hotel. It was in the same town in which she lived, which made sense. It hadn't taken long for Sam and Dean to catch up with them the other night. She located it on Google Maps with her phone. Her apartment building was on the other side of town. It wouldn't be too much of a hassle to get there, but…

Grace looked down at her bare legs and feet. She imagined herself shrugging into more of Crowley clothes and shuffling across town in the cold. Not only would she look like an idiot, but she would be freezing. She sat for a while, debating on how important it really was to have pants, but realized she was going to be around for a while and had no clue when Crowley was coming back or if she was even allowed to leave.

Eventually, she picked up the phone and called Sam.

"Hello?"

"Sam, it's Grace,"

"Grace! Is everything okay?" She could imagine the look of worry on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you nearby, by any chance?" She asked hopefully. She hated to bother him for something so...basic, but it was worth a shot.