Chapter 13

I woke up to Chuck shaking me slightly. I looked at his scruffy face and he just smiled lightly. I sat up and Chuck helped me stand. He still held onto my hand and he walked me to another the dining area. He let my hand go and got me a bottle of water. "Thanks," I whispered out. I took a sip, but realized that I was parched. I downed the bottle in about ten seconds. Chuck told me everything that he saw in his vision. We heard the front door open and Chuck grabbed my hand again.

He pulled me into the hallway and went into the bathroom and grabbed a toilet plunger. I walked behind him as he quietly rounded the corner where the noise was coming from. I stayed hidden as Chuck swung the plunger at the intruders head. "Geez! Ow!" It was Sam. I came out of my hiding spot and rushed to Sam. He caught me and hugged the life out of me. I let go and ran to Dean, who hugged me just as tight.

We pulled apart, but Dean had his hand on the small of my back. "So, you're okay?" Chuck asked the boys. Sam replied, "Well, my head hurts…" Chuck stumbled for words, but said, "No, I mean, my last vision. You went, like, full on Vader. Your temperature was a hundred and fifty; your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black." Dean looked surprised and looked at Sam. "You're eyes went black?" Sam looked back at Dean and mumbled, "I didn't know."

Dean looked at Chuck and asked, "Where's Cass?" I closed my eyes and hung my head. I could feel Dean's eyes on me and he said, "Grace? What happened?" Chuck answered for me. "He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry." Dean looked at Chuck, then back at me and said, "Are you sure? Maybe he just vanished into the light or something." "Oh, no," Chuck started, "He like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup."

I bit my lip and forced myself not to cry. Dean pulled me against him and hugged me. I hugged back and let a tear fall, but only one. Crying wasn't going to fix anything. Chuck gasped and said, "Is that a molar?" We looked at Chuck and he had a molar in his hand. "Do I have a molar in my hair?" He asked while his voice was breaking. "This has been a really stressful day," Chuck whimpered.

Dean looked upset and said, "Cass, you stupid bastard." Sam looked at him and said, "Stupid? He was trying to help us." "Yeah exactly," Dean replied. Chuck looked dazed and said, "Oh crap. I can feel them." Just as he said that, the balding man in the suit from earlier was behind us with two other people behind him. I stood closer to Sam as Dean went closer to the men. The man said, "Thought we'd find you here."

We all turned to look at the three men. The bald man looked at me and said, "My, my, who do we have here?" Sam pulled me closer to him. "You must be Grace. You are the one with the pure soul. It's a real honor to be in the presence of someone with so much faith. I'm Zachariah by the way. Castiel seems very fond of you. Or, seemed very fond of you." I just looked at Zachariah. So he was an angel. Great.

He turned to Dean and said, "Playtimes over, Dean. Time to come with us." He started walking over but Dean said, "You just keep your distance ass-hat." Zachariah looked confused and said, "You're upset." "Yeah, a little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!"

Zachariah said, "Maybe we let it happen, but we didn't start anything. Right Sammy?" He winked at Sam and looked back at Dean. "You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So let's some quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not, it's apocalypse now. And we're back on the same team again." "Is that so?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"You want to kill the devil, we want you to kill the devil. It's synergy." "And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts, ugly." Dean told the angel. Zachariah looked shocked and said, "This isn't a game son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast. Before he finds his vessel." Sam looked at him and said, "Vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?"

Zachariah said, "He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him Dean, but you need our help." I looked at Dean's hand and saw blood dripping from it. Dean took a breath and said, "You listen to me you two-faced douche, after what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!"

Zachariah walked closer to Dean and said, "You listen to me boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" He looked at Dean's bloody hand and said, "You're bleeding." Dean sighed and said, "Yeah, just a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean turned to us and opened the divider between rooms. Zachariah yelled, "No!" But Dean put his hand on the door and a bright light erupted. I turned away until the light subsided. The angels vanished just like before. "I learned that from my friend Cass, you son of a bitch," Dean said through gritted teeth. He turned to us and Chuck said, "This sucks ass."

Sam, Dean and I checked into a motel. Dean and I were reloading our guns, when Sam walked in and threw Dean a Hex bag. "No way the angels will find us with those. Demons either for that matter. I learned to make it from Ruby." I looked up at him and he looked at me. I just gave him a small smile as if to say, 'It's okay.' He smiled back as if to say 'thanks'.

Dean walked closer to Sam and said, "Speaking of, how you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" Sam looked at us and said, "It's weird, to tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up." I looked at him and said, "Supernatural methadone." Sam chuckled and said, "Yeah." He frowned and looked at Dean.

I looked at Sam and he looked upset. I stood up from the table and said, "I'm going for a walk. I need some fresh air." Dean just nodded and Sam gave me a small smile. I grabbed my jacket and my gun, tucking it in the waistband of my jeans. Dean spoke up before I got to the door and said, "I called Bobby, he should be here with my car and your bike in a few hours." I nodded and walked out the door and down to the street.

The fresh air felt really good. I took in a deep breath and continued walking, thinking about what was going on. The apocalypse. Lucifer on Earth, angels and demons. My 'slowly being repaired' friendship with Cass. This was all very frustrating. I only walked two blocks when I went by an ally and heard someone say, "Grace." I stopped and looked, but saw nothing. I went to the wall and pulled my gun out. I walked farther in and heard shallow breathing. I walked closer to where I heard the breathing. I saw a man sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, wearing jeans, a button down shirt, and jacket. The person was holding their abdomen.

I took a closer look and noticed it was… Gabriel. I didn't think twice before putting my gun away and running over to him. I dropped to my knees on his left side. I put my left hand over the one covering the wound and my right hand on his shoulder. "Gabriel! What happened?" I whisper-yelled. "A few people got a little upset with me. I don't know what they slashed me with, but I can't heal myself. I flew away before they could do anything else," He said between breaths. He was looking right into my eyes as he said it.

I reluctantly looked away from him and looked at his bloody shirt. When I moved his hand, he squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head the other way. I stopped and said, "I'm sorry, Gabe. I'm sorry." He took a few deep breaths and I continued. The wound was just above the bellybutton. It was about seven inches wide and pretty deep. I undid the bottom buttons of his shirt to get a better look at the area. He was still bleeding badly, but it was slowing down.

He turned his head to me and said, "Grace, I'll be okay. I just need some rest. You can go if you want to." "No! I am not going to leave you here like this. The boys and I are staying at a motel about two blocks from here. I can just get another room and we can stay in there. I'll tell the Sam and Dean that I need a night to myself. They won't question it," I said in a rush. He just stared at me for a second and then nodded. "Let's get your bloody shirt off. We don't want anybody seeing you like this."

I helped him out of his jacket and his shirt. His upper body was toned, but not over muscular. I helped him lean back after we got his shirt off. I wasn't too worried about appearance, so I stripped off my jacket and t-shirt. I turned away slightly and took off my undershirt, so I was just in my bra. I set the undershirt down and put my t-shirt and jacket back on. I turned back to him and saw him staring. Not a creepy stare like Cass usually did, more of a 'you're really pretty' stare. "Sorry," He whispered, slightly embarrassed. "It's alright," I said back while giving him a small smile.

I took my undershirt and was about to press it to the wound, but I stopped and said, "This is going to hurt." He looked at me and nodded his head. I pressed on the gash and he bit his bottom lip to keep from yelling in pain. I took the pressure off and it stopped bleeding. I helped him lean forward a bit and put his jacket on and button it up. "Alright, I'm going to help you up." I put my right arm around his back, and the other around is front. His put his left arm on my shoulders and used his right to push from the wall.

He leaned against the wall for a minute and said, "I think I'm okay." He pushed himself away from the wall and leaned against me slightly. We took a few steps and he seemed to be alright. "I'm going to keep my arm around your back, and you keep your arm around my shoulders. We're just going to act like a normal couple, okay?" I asked Gabriel. He took a deep breath and said, "Alright. Let's go." We turned the corner and started walking to the motel.

We walked into the office and I told the lady at the front desk that we needed a room. She gave me a key without a word and we walked out. Thankfully the room was on the ground floor. I opened the door and the first thing I noticed is that there was one queen size bed. I couldn't worry about that too much right now though.

Gabriel and I walked over to the bed and I helped him sit down on the bed. I looked at him and said, "Don't lie down yet, the boys are in the room a few doors down. I'm going to get my stuff and come right back. I want to patch you up before you fall asleep." He just looked at me and nodded. I knew I had to hurry because his eyes were already half closed. "Gabe! Don't fall asleep on me okay? I don't want you to lose any more blood. I'll be right back." I got up and walked out the door.

I got to their room and opened the door. Dean was sitting on the couch watching T.V. Sam was sitting at the table. I closed the door and said, "I got my own room. I just want to have some time to myself. I wanted to get my stuff."

He looked worried but he just nodded. I walk over to the bed and grabbed my stuff. I walked to the door and faced Dean. We gave each other a tight hug and before he let go, he said, "Be careful," Dean said. As soon and the door clicked shut, I bolted for the other room.

I quickly opened the door and saw Gabriel sitting right where I left him and I rushed over to him. I dropped to my knees in front of him and started looking through my bag. "I'm sorry I took so long! I know you're tired but…" I was cut off by hands on either side of my face. I looked up at him and he smiled. "It's okay Grace. Don't worry about it," He said in a soft voice. I took a deep breath and he let go.

I got out some gauze, medical tape, a needle, thread, Orajel, and a rolled up Ace Bandage. "I need to take your jacket off," I told him. I helped him pull it off and I set it aside. His upper half was bare now. I and got on my knees and sat down in front of him. I was sitting back on my feet with his legs on either side on me. I took a deep breath and got to work.

I took the Orajel and put a glob of it on my index finger. I put it around the edge of the gash, careful not to get any in the wound. I needed to wait thirty seconds for it to numb completely, so I got the needle and thread ready. I looked at his face and noticed him watching me. He nodded to tell me that he was ready. I pushed the needle through the skin, and he only winced slightly. I was a little shaky, so I rested my elbows on his thighs to steady myself. I had plenty of experience with stitches, but I was nervous because of my current position between his legs.

I finished up the stitches and cut the thread. I got the medical tape and ripped off a few pieces and stuck them to the side of the bed. I grabbed the gauze and placed it over the freshly sewn gash. I grabbed a one piece of tape at a time and secured the gauze on. Gabriel was watching me the entire time, but I didn't say anything. I put everything away and grabbed the Ace Bandage. I got up on my knees and started wrapping it around Gabe's middle.

I clipped the end of the bandage and looked up at him. We stared at each other for a minute, and then he smiled really big and chuckled. He looked down and said, "Grace, I can't thank you enough. Here." He leaned over and grabbed his jacket. He grabbed a Snickers bar out of one of the pockets and handed it to me. I looked at it confused and said, "I save your life and you repay me in chocolate? Hmm… I could get used to that." I looked up and smiled at him. He chuckled a little. "Now get some sleep. You need to rest so that injury heals," I told him.

I got up from between his legs and went to my duffel to grab my pajamas. I watched Gabriel adjust to the right side of the bed and lay on his back. He didn't seem to bother with the covers. I closed the bathroom door and stripped down, stepping into the shower. The warm water felt good on my sore muscles. I shaved my under arms and legs and scrubbed my hair and body raw. It only took ten minutes. I walked out of the bathroom and heard Gabriel snoring softly.

I giggled and went over to the other side of the bed and lay down. I got a blanket out of the chest at the foot of the bed and covered myself. I fell asleep next to the Archangel for a nap.

I woke up to my cell phone ringing. I opened my eyes and looked over at Gabriel. He was in the exact same position. I picked up my phone from the bedside table and saw Dean's name. I answered, "Hello?" "Gracie! Bobby is in the hospital. He was stabbed. We had to leave the hospital because we got a lead on where the Michael sword is. You need to get to the hospital in town."

I didn't say anything. I hung up and jumped out of bed. I got a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and my boots. When I had what I needed, I went into the bathroom to change, brushed my teeth, and my hair. I went back into the room and remembered Gabriel. He was out cold and I didn't want to wake him.

I got a piece of paper and wrote him a note telling him that my dad was in the hospital and I went to see him. I put the note on the bedside table and walked out the door. I hopped on my bike that Dad brought and sped off toward the hospital.

I pulled up to the hospital and parked haphazardly in a space. I ran through the front doors and went up to the closest nurse. I had tears in my eyes and asked, "Excuse me? I'm looking for my dad. His name is Robert Singer, I think he came in about thirty minutes ago." The nurse just nodded and said, "Yes, he is in ICU and I'm going to have to ask his doctor if you can see him. Go ahead and sit in over there and I'll go talk to him right now."

I sat in a chair in the hallway. It felt like years before I saw a tall man with blonde hair and a chart in his hand. He looked at me and said, "Robert Singer's daughter?" I nodded and stood up, walking over to him. "Yeah I'm his daughter, Grace. Is he okay?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "Well, the puncture was pretty deep, and he lost a lot of blood, but he is stable. I think he will pull through without a problem."

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "Can I see him or is he still too out of it?" I asked the doctor. He took a breath and said, "Well I think he needs rest, just for a few hours. And I wanted to tell you that when he had lost a lot of blood he kept muttering your name over and over again. He kept trying to get up from the bed. I think he was more worried about you than his own injury."

I chuckled and said, "That's my dad for ya." "You should head home and get some rest. You can come back later tonight and see him," He said. I just nodded and thanked him. I gave him my cell phone number so that they could call if anything happened. I walked out of the hospital and rode back to the motel room.

When I got back, I opened the door and walked in. I saw Gabriel propped up against the pillows, watching T.V. with little interest. He looked over as I closed the door. "Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked him as I walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. He gave me a lopsided smile and said, "I'm fine. I would be better if you were lying next to me." I grinned and said, "Before I do, I need to check your stitches. Then I'll change and lay down with you."

He sighed dramatically and said, "If you insist, doctor." I helped him sit up and started unwrapping the Ace bandage. After it was off, I peeled the gauze away and looked at the wound. Well, lack thereof. There were just stitches. No gash or scratch, or even a bruise. "Well, let me get those stitches out," I told him. I got up from the bed and went over to my bag to get a pair of scissors and tweezers.

I went back over to Gabriel and sat back down. I carefully cut the stitches and pulled them out. It only took a minute, so when I was done, I set the utensils on the side table and got up to change. I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, put my hair in a loose braid, and changed into a pair of sweats, an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of socks. I walked out of the bathroom and went over to the bed.

Gabriel was on the right side, so I went over to the left and climbed in. I propped my pillow against the headboard and lay down next to Gabriel. I looked at the T.V. and saw that Doctor Sexy M.D. was on. The volume was low, and I could barely make out what they were saying. "Why the hell are you watching this?" I asked him. "It gives me ideas," He replied. I rolled my eyes.

"Is your dad alright?" Gabriel suddenly asked me. "He's in the ICU. The doctor told me to come back later and I could see him then, but he'll be fine," I told him.

While I was sitting there, I thought about Cass. I missed him. A lot. "Are you alright?" I heard Gabriel ask. My eyes moved over to his and I nodded, but the tear I was trying desperately to hold back, fell. "Come here," He said. Gabriel sat up and put his legs over the edge of the bed. I got up and went over to him. My legs were hanging off of one side and my head was tucked under his chin. His arms went around me and held my tight, as I cried silently. My tears stopped after about fifteen minutes. I looked up at Gabriel and said, "Thanks." He nodded, lifted me off of his lap, and sat me next to him.

Gabriel wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "I don't like it when you're sad," Gabriel told me. He stood up and pulled me with him. He snapped his fingers and the radio turned on, playing some slow music. Gabriel put his arm out and asked, "May
I have this dance?" I smiled and took his arm.

We started moving side to side, just swaying with the beat of the music. I rested my cheek on his chest and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being up against each other. Gabriel kissed my forehead and I looked up at him. We kept our gazes locked and started to move closer to each other. I closed my eyes and waited. When his lips attached to mine, I felt… something. A wave of electricity went through me and I deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my hips. I never would have kissed him like this if Cass were alive though. I pulled away from him quickly. I didn't know if I could be anything with Gabriel. Cass may be dead, but I still had feelings for him.

Gabriel caught my gaze and said, "You alright, sweetheart?" My brain seemed to turn off, but was able to nod. I took a deep breath and kissed him on the lips again, then said, "I want to get some rest before I see Dad." Gabriel smiled and kissed me again. We got under the covers and Gabriel put his arm around my waist. "Sleep tight, Grace," I heard him say. I fell asleep soon after.

I woke up about two hours later. I looked over to Gabriel, but he wasn't there. There was a note on the pillow though. It said 'I had to keep moving, but I will see you soon. - Love Gabriel'. Under the note was another candy bar. I was going to get fat because of that guy. He put love at the end too. Did he really love me? Hmm. I put the note and candy on the bedside table and got out of bed. I walked over to my duffel and got a pair of jeans, a tank top, and my boots. I went to the bathroom and made myself decent. I walked out of my room and locked the door behind me.

Walking over to my motorcycle, I got on and made my way to the hospital. When I got there, I asked the nurse were Robert Singer was and she pointed me to his room. I walked in and saw him sitting up in bed and looking out the window. "Dad?" I said quietly. His head turned so fast, I thought his neck would break. "Gracie," He said. I walked over to him and gave him the best hug that I could.

I pulled up a chair and sat next to him. "What happened?" I asked him. He told me that he was possessed, but he was able to take control for a minute and stabbed himself. I just looked at him and took a deep breath. "At least you're okay," I told him. He smiled and my phone rang. The caller I.D. said Dean so I picked it up and said, "Hey Dean." "Hey Grace, we're heading to the hospital now. We'll be there in about five minutes. Plus we have some news," He said.

"Alright, we'll be here." I told him the room number and we hung up. We sat in silence until the boys arrived. They came in and Dean told us everything. Dean is Archangel Michael's vessel. "And Grace," Dean started, "Cass is alive." I just looked at him. Cass was alive? No. I saw him blow up, there is no way he was alive. I excused myself and walked out of the hospital. I went around the back of the building where no one was.

I closed my eyes and prayed. "Castiel, its Grace. Dean said you were alive, and if that's true, I want to see you." I heard a flap of wings and opened my eyes. There, standing about ten feet away was Castiel. I immediately felt tears fall from my face. I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck. He put his arms around my waist and hugged me back.

I was sobbing now and Cass rubbed my back, saying, 'It's okay. It's alright, I'm here Gracie.' I felt him kiss the side of my head. I pulled back and looked at him. He seemed the same as before. I touched the side of his face and he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of my soul. He put his hand over mine and grasped it. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I felt my body tingle all over.

He retreated and just looked at me. He put his hands on the sides of my face and leaned closer. We both closed our eyes and I felt his chapped lips on mine. It was a small kiss, but I'll take it. When Cass was dead, I felt broken and lost. But he was here now and I feel complete and happy. We both pulled back and looked at each other. Tears started running down my face and Castiel wiped them away. We put our foreheads together and closed our eyes, enjoying the warmth.

We stayed there for a long time, but eventually pulled back. Cass raised his hand up and brushed away the remaining tears from my cheeks. "You should go back and see your father. Stay with him tonight," Castiel whispered to me. I nodded and he kissed my cheek this time. "I will be in touch with you and the boys very soon." I smiled at him and he gave me one last kiss on my forehead before flying off.

I took a deep breath and walked into the hospital, heading for Dad's room. I was elated that Cass was alright. Even though he is a total dork sometimes, I love the guy. Wait, what?

AN: Hey everyone! I hope you like this chapter. Please review and let me know if you want anything written. I will update on the 12th and update weekly after that! Thanks for reading.