A/N: Thanks for the feedback, follows, and favorites. I really appreciate it. This one is a bit shorter. I'll try to make it up in the next chapter.

After the plan was discussed in full, they headed out. Dean and Bobby each took their own cars. They would need two later. Dean dropped Sam and Grace at the airport, and they took a flight out to get to the next city they knew the demon would be. The flight was an hour and a half, so they had plenty of time to talk. Sam made sure she was okay after her argument with Dean.

"Dean said he apologized... are you two okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine. Honestly, I over-reacted. I was just too tired to deal with his adolescent crap."

"I know the feeling. How did you two get along on your own while me and Bobby were gone?"

"Fine... once I took away his Eastwood movies."

Sam laughed, "Yeah, he did tell me you like John Wayne. He was impressed."

Grace glanced at him. She didn't know Dean had told Sam anything about the time they spent alone.

"Did he tell you anything else?"

"Uhhhh... He was pretty stoked that you like classic rock, so he told me that. But I already knew that. I've heard you humming while we do research." He smiled at her, and she decided that it was time to tell Sam what she had already told Dean. She chose her words carefully, in case the people around them could hear.

"There's something that I told Dean... I guess he decided to let me tell you myself. Ummm... do you remember how you told me all about your mom and Jess and... everything else?"

"Yeah."

"I already knew."

"You knew?"

"Yeah. That... person... that was keeping me company when I met you guys?"

"Yeah?" Sam said, catching that she meant the demon.

"She told me a lot of things about you and Dean... A lot of things."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I didn't want to freak you out."

"So, what made you tell Dean?"

"He called me on it, actually. Since I called both of you by name before you really introduced yourselves... He wanted to know what else I knew about you."

When they landed they had a couple of hours before the next flight. The demon would be on that flight. They got a quick bite to eat there in the airport, keeping an eye out. They saw the demon arrive not long before it was time to board. They let a few passengers board after the demon, then they got on.

After an uneventful flight they rented a car and followed the demon to an office building. They stayed in the car, parked far enough away to stay out of sight. They weren't about to go in. The place could be crawling with demons, or worse... shifter-demons.

For five days they followed the demon with nothing to show for it. The good news was that the demon wasn't killing anyone. Sam called Dean before they boarded the plane to their final destination. Bobby would pick them up at the airport.

Bobby was waiting for them when they landed. They followed the demon again to another office building.

"You think Elistarr is here?" Sam asked.

"No clue," Bobby said, "but it's likely."

Sam called Dean and gave him the location. Dean pulled his car up behind Bobby's and walked over. He opened Grace's door.

"Let's go."

Grace got out of the car and Dean shut the door. Sam rolled down his window.

"Six hours, Dean, and you two have to relieve us. No bars."

"Dude, I'm not a child!"

Dean drove them back to the motel where he and Bobby had rented two rooms. Dean knew Grace would be more comfortable with her own room and, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to have a place for them to be alone together if they all ended up at the motel at the same time. Though that wasn't likely. Dean and Grace would relieve Sam and Bobby in six hours. After that, it would be twelve-hour shifts.

Dean helped Grace carry her bags into her room. Once they were in, and the bags were down, Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her into a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight, but she pulled away from the kiss.

"Dean... six hours. Even less now. I actually need those hours to be sleep."

"Okay. How about I go to my room and shower. You do whatever you need to do. I'll come back here, and we can sleep."

"Or you could shower here..."

A big grin formed on Dean's face. "Or I could shower here."

She put her key in his hand. "You go get whatever you need for the night, and you can join me when you get back."

He gave her a quick kiss and headed out the door. When he got back to her room the bathroom door was slightly open, and he could hear the water running. He stripped his clothes off and stepped in the back of the shower. Grace was facing the shower head. She had already quickly washed her hair, and was just rinsing the soap from her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned back into him. She let out a moan as his hands slid across her stomach.

"That feels just like I imagined," she said as she put her hands on top of his. His mouth was right by her ear.

"Oh yeah," Dean smiled. "I almost forgot about that. So... how did that go, exactly?"

"You want the play-by-play?"

"Uh huh... and I'll do the replay."

"Well, it started a lot like this. You kissed my neck and let your hands rest on my hips."

Dean did what she said, and she leaned into his kiss. With his mouth still on her neck, he whispered, "Keep going."

"You turned me around..."

He did it.

"...and ran your hands up and down my back..."

He did it.

"...still kissing my neck."

Dean smiled at her, "You really like that, don't you?"

"You have no idea."

His mouth was on her neck again, and she had both hands in his hair.

"And then your mouth went lower."

He pulled back and looked at her. She was sort of blushing, which drove him crazy. How could she seem so innocent while doing what they were doing? He lowered his mouth to her breast and felt her push herself against him.

"Where are my hands now?" he asked.

He got no response, so he looked up. The look on her face was a lot like their second night together. Pure passion, but now it showed hesitation. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped, and he knew what she wanted, but wouldn't ask for. He reached down and gently moved his fingers back and forth. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. He continued kissing her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, one leg rising up and hooking around his waist. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. They locked eyes and stayed that way until her body was trembling so hard she buried her face in his neck.

His lips found hers, and her foot found the floor again. As they were kissing, the water began to turn cold. They had stayed longer than they meant to.

"Great," Dean said, "a cold shower."

Grace quickly got out and wrapped a towel around herself, while Dean finished up. Grace put on panties and a t-shirt. Dean put on a pair of boxers. They crawled under the covers and Dean pulled her close.

She rubbed a hand across his face and smiled. "I'm sorry you didn't get a turn."

"That's okay. There will be many, many... many more opportunities," he said with a grin.

Grace laughed and laid her head on his chest. They were soon asleep, and were able to get about four good hours.