A/N: As I'm sure some of you could tell, I lost my steam for the story a while back, but I thought I'd let you know that it's back, so I hope you enjoy! Please leave a review! I love to hear what you guys think, what you like, dislike, etc. Also, if there's anything that you want to see, any particular scenes or concepts, let me know, I'm more than willing to hear what you guys have to say!

The motel room was a warm welcome in the hours after the hunt. With the witch dead, the civilians of the small town safe, the Winchesters and Grace were finally able to rest. After stopping at a diner first, this, in hindsight, may not have been the best decision, as they were covered in dirt, blood and bruises. Grace still had small traces of blood left on her jacket collar and on her neck, the remnants of her hexbag still evident in her pale face and the six glasses of water that she drank.

Dean sat beside her, his arm around the edge of the booth, his hand draping over her shoulder slightly.

Sam was quiet, his appetite less than desired, not because of the obviousness of Dean's love for Grace (which was completely obvious by the way, but Dean would kill him if he said anything). Sam liked it though, seeing his brother happy for once. Grace was one of the few women, if any, that could keep up with them, both physically and intellectually. She was able to have deep conversations, having had a few with Sam about his previous relationships, particularly the tumultuous one with Ruby but also about history and goddamn, she was funny too. She fit into the trio pretty well. But like most things in the Winchester's lives, happy times are short lived.

"You okay Sammy?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Sam replied, holding his wrist, the twisted muscles sore from him hitting the wall. "Just sore."

"You don't look so good," Grace continued, reaching across to check his injury.

"I'm just tired. She got me good."

"Let me see," the young hunter said as she held Sam's hand, examining the tendons that joined his hand with his wrist. "It doesn't look too bad, I'd just ice it. Keep an eye on it."

"Thanks. And no offense Grace, but you look awful."

"Why thanks Sam, every girl loves hearing that," Grace replied, her smile full of false bravado, but laughter real. He grinned.

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The next day they spent packing up and taking their time to grab supplies for the never ending stream of hunts ahead of them.

"Shit, I forgot to return the books!" Grace cried, holding the dusty old tomes in her hands.

"What books?" Dean asked from the bathroom, toothpaste dripping from his mouth.

"The books from the library. You know, the ones we have to return today so I don't get an ungodly huge fee when we come back."

"Uh Grace, we rarely ever come back to the same town twice," Sam replied, folding his shirts before placing them in his bag.

"I know, but it's the principle of the thing, I have never not returned a book on time and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Just a little paranoid of the librarian are we?" Dean asked.

"Hey, she was scary okay? Damn near peed myself when she told me to stop talking!"

"Well you see Grace, there's this golden rule at the library, it's called No talking."

"You think you're so funny don't you?"

"Obviously, I'm comedy gold."

"Hold the flirting off you two, okay? At least wait till I'm out of the room?"

"No can do Sammy."

"Guys seriously, I need to go back to the library, I need to drop those books off."

"I'll drive you Grace, I have to get some stuff at the grocery store anyways," Sam replied, grabbing the keys to the impala. Dean faked a hurt look,

"Wait, you're leaving me here?"

"Yeah…?"

"What am I gonna do?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something, bitch," Grace laughed.

"Hey, that's not how it goes dumbass," Dean yelled after her.

"Whatever bitch," Sam continued, a grin spreading across his face as he closed the door.

"You're the bitch," Dean mumbled under his breath before lying on the bed. Looking to his left, he noticed the small black box labelled Magic Fingers. Huh, he thought, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Returning the book had been less than a desirable task, as the librarian was indeed working that day. Grace was left to fight through the hordes of teenage and preteen girls looking for the most recent installation of yet another vampire love story, which ugh, if they knew the reality of what most vampires were like, they'd all be screaming and crying. Sam, fortunately for him, was outside in the parking lot, leaning against the impala, having already gotten the groceries at the local farmer's market. Dean wouldn't be happy with the assortment of fruits and vegetables, but Sam was hoping that Grace could convince him otherwise. They had an odd dynamic the two, the incessant teasing, bitching on both their behalf's, but there was definitely something there.

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Grace exited the library after a few minutes, the sunlight radiating rays of gold throughout the sky. She looked about the parking lot for the impala, having forgotten where exactly Sam had parked. Parents were shuffling their children indoors, a sight Grace was happy to see given the past few months she had seen more kids with mobile phones texting than she cared to count. As the parents headed inside, she noticed a small boy in the middle of the parking lot, looking rather lost. Grace turned to the parents, but they had already made their way inside.

"Wait, you forgot your… kid."

The parents stared at her for a second before turning back to their own children.

Grace made her way over to the boy, who looked no more than four at the most. A t-shirt that was ran down past his ankles was all that he wore, worrying her even more. What the hell was going on?

She crossed the parking lot, not wanting the kid to get hit by any vehicles, she crouched down to his level.

"Hey there little guy. Where are your parents?"

The boy sniffled, tears brewing in his eyes,

"Dinno."

"Dinno? Oh, you don't know. That's okay, I can help you find them! It'll be an adventure!" Grace exclaimed, trying to stop the poor kid from crying. "Say there, what's your name?"

"Sam."

Grace stopped. It had to be a coincidence. She looked over to where she saw the impala, expecting to see the hulking figure of the all mighty moose man, but nothing. No one. Maybe he was taking a walk, Grace thought, but Sam would've left a note, or waited. Shit.

"Sam huh? That's a pretty cool name. My name's Grace," she extended her hand, holding it out to shake, but the boy just stared. "What's your last name Sam?"

The boy sighed, trying to remember,

"Winchester."

"Shit."

"Tha's a bad word."

"I know little buddy, I owe you a buck," Grace replied. This was bad. This was very very very bad. Dean was going to kill her. And Sam, Jesus, what the hell was happening to him? What the hell was this? She had to get Dean. But kids were rambunctious, and how was she supposed to cart the kid – shit, Sam – around? The impala was hardly what one would call safe, particularly for kids, lord knows a safety check was in order. What was she supposed to do? What do people normally do when their best friend gets turned into a toddler?

Taking a deep breath, Grace continued,

"Okay Sam Winchester, well, I happen to know someone who might be able to help us find your parents."

"No!" the little Sam screamed, before running over to the impala, trying to open the door to the back seat.

"Okay okay, I won't call your parents, but I have to call someone! I can't just leave you here!"

"No! NONONONONONONO!"

"Jesus, alright, okay, here's what we're going to do. If I give you…" Grace reached around the inside of the impala for a snack, "this here half eaten Snickers, is this even a Snickers? Anyway, if I give you this candy bar, will you get in the car with me?"

"Bruver."

"What?"

"I want my bruver."

"Okay, I will help you find your brother. But you gotta get in the car okay?"

The boy nodded.

Grace couldn't believe it; here she was, coaxing a small child into her car with a candy bar. And not just any child, frickin Sam Winchester. The Sam Winchester. Dean was going to kill her.

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"What happened?" Dean asked, the phone pressed to his ear. "I didn't catch that."

Grace sighed, looking over to her right, where a tiny Sam Winchester slept, chocolate smeared over his face. She had managed to stuff a few old blankets underneath him to prop him high enough to stop the seat belt from hitting him in the head, but it was still uncomfortable.

"I don't know! I got out of the library and he was just standing there, a little tiny kid, frickin crying, snotting all over himself, half naked might I add, and apparently, his name is Sam Winchester. Oh and he wants me to help him find his brother!"

Still doubtful, Dean replied,

"So you're telling me that you essentially kidnapped a small child from a public location in my car?"

"No, I'm telling you that something has happened to your brother Dean. I've seen that picture of you and Sam at Bobby's and it's him. I'm sure of it."

"Are you sure?"

"I just said I was sure."

"Is he okay?"

"Asides from the fact that he looks like he's half starved to death and exhausted and oh yeah, HE'S A FRICKIN TODDLER, sure sure, he's fine."

"Grace,"

"Sorry, just freaking out a little over here. But yes Dean, I think he's okay."

"Good. Just get here as soon as you can. Don't take any main roads, we don't need anyone thinking we kidnapped him."

"'Kay."

Dean hung up. What the hell?