We are nearing the end. I think maybe two more chapters to go. This one is another episode chapter, but the parts in italics are text exchanges between Grace and Sam with cover about a month and a half time skip. Pretty self explanatory and it covers how her presence has changed a few hunts, though some they didn't change at all.
Sam's texts are in italic, while Grace's are italic and underlined.
I'm pretty sure Lilth won't actually show up in this story, but we've still have some other issues to take care of. I won't tell you what it is, but we do have a twist coming up.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with Supernatural.
Hey, we're headed to Massachusetts. People are dying from drowning without being submerged in water. How are you doing?
I'm fine, don't worry about me. I'm heading towards California right now. Be careful, it sounds like a vengeful spirit, so don't make it turn on either of you.
Turns out you were right, plus we ran into Bella again. She had the Impala towed and we had to get it back before the police found the weapons in the trunk.
Bella? I hope she doesn't make things hard for you.
By the way, I met this seventy year old cougar who kept flirting with me, so we are going to run away together.
Good for you, Dean, now give the phone back to Sam.
Nice comeback, he's pouting now. Anyway, people have been seeing a ghost ship, most likely a death omen, so now we've got to find out which ship it is.
Alright. You should focus on the hunt for now; let me know if anything major happens.
There was another attack. We had suspected there would be and staked out the place, but the man saw us and started to panic. He locked his car door and the spirit showed up inside the car. We couldn't get to him in time.
You did what you could, so don't blame yourselves. Have you figured out who is doing it?
Yeah, Bella is actually being a bit of help in this case, the spirit was killed when he was thirty seven, giving a reason for the attacks every thirty seven years. He was hanged, but they cut off his hand and kept it. It's currently in a local museum. I hate to say it, but I'm going to have to take the lady Dean was talking about to a charity ball there, which is invitation only. We could crash it, but the security is very tight. Dean is going with Bella, so we should be able to pull it off as long as she doesn't try to steal it.
A Hand of Glory? Just make sure you get it destroyed ASAP. Oh, have fun with the cougar. I can't wait to hear all the details from Dean when I get back, though I can tease him about Bella as well.
We found a spell that will destroy it, so we've got that covered. Also, you're my girlfriend! You're supposed to be jealous of other women and defend me, not throw me to the cougars!
Sorry, Sam, but it is too funny, plus I'm not too worried about you running off with her. Let me know when you get the Hand of Glory destroyed.
Well to summarize the past day, Bella did steal the Hand of Glory, but returned when she saw the ship. We went to the graveyard to use the spell and the spirit started to attack her, but I managed to finish the spell and summon the spirit's brother, they attacked each other and destroyed one another. Bella paid us ten grand rather than say thank you.
Seriously, do you guys go after the worst cases? What happened to simple salt and burns? Anyway at least you got it stopped in the long run. I really hope I end up meeting Bella again, because I have a few things to talk to her about, such as stealing something that ends up killing people. Tell Dean he is not allowed to gamble with that money.
He had already decided to go play craps, but I'll pass on the message. I have a feeling we will run into Bella again, but I doubt it will be for a good reason.
…..
Sam, I haven't heard from you in a few days, what's going on?
I didn't want to worry you, but we are dealing with a Pagan god at the moment that is dressing up as Santa and eating people. I didn't want to tell you until we figured out how to kill it.
More like you didn't want to tell me because I would come running back before I was ready and endanger everyone. I understand, Sam, so don't worry about that. Have you figured out how to kill it?
Sorry, I should've known you wouldn't do anything rash. And yeah, Bobby said evergreen stakes will kill the thing. We are getting ready to head to its house.
Let me know what happens.
It turned out there were two gods instead of one, so they got the jump on us, but we still managed to kill them.
You really need to be more careful. Were you injured?
Missing a nail and have a shallow cut on my arm. Good thing they had to go through a ritual before they could eat us.
Yes, rituals are so wonderful for delaying the evening meal. Please note the sarcasm. I'm glad I'll be able to come back in another week or two and keep an eye on you myself.
Are you sure you're ready?
I wouldn't risk it if wasn't sure. Besides, my new friends and Respar have been helpful. Don't ask cause I swore I wouldn't tell.
You know my curiosity, but I'm going to guess another type of vampire. I say that because I know you would go against your instincts and head towards them.
Another kind, but that's all I can say for now. Let me know if you need my help for anything. I'll be able to come if it's a real emergency.
…..
Before you start texting in CAPS to yell at me, let me explain why I haven't replied the past few days.
I'm waiting.
Bobby fell into a coma for no reason and a doctor had the same thing happen to him and died. A quick search revealed the doctors had been doing a study on African Dream Root, which allows you to dream, but another effect of it is you can enter other people's dreams using it, and if you kill them in the dream they die in the real world.
And let me guess… You took some to figure out what was happening with Bobby, and ended up in danger yourselves.
Um… yeah. How did you know?
You and Dean tend to have such things happen to you, even if it goes against the law of probability. I think I'm seriously losing the ability to be surprised. Is Bobby alright now?
Yeah, he's fine. And here is something that might surprise you. We had to get Bella's help in occurring Dream Root, so while we were asleep… she stole the Colt.
…. And Murphy's Law strikes again. I'm guessing she is long gone by now, but I'll help search for her when I get back. Give me another week or so.
Alright. We're heading to Florida for our next hunt. Man goes missing from a Mystery Spot. Some of them can be real, so we'll see.
...
You'll never guess who was responsible for the disappearance. And I quote what he said when I asked him about the missing man. "That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one."
No way. Another one? Isn't kinda odd to run across two within two years?
Turns out this trickster is rather hard to kill; it's the same one from before. Anyway, he put me in a time loop, killing off Dean every day for what felt like a month or two. I didn't know there was so many way for a person to die, but I think Dean has gone through them all by now. Before you ask, I got the Trickster to stop and everything is fine now.
And what was the Trickster trying to prove by killing Dean over and over?
That I couldn't save Dean, no matter what I tried, but it was strange… I replied with 'Grace is on our side too, so I'm not giving up yet'. He looked at me funny and asked who you were, so I replied with my vampire girlfriend. It wasn't funny at the moment, but looking back on it, his expression was priceless. He asked what kind and I told him the kind with snake-like fangs and practically no weakness. The trickster started laughing for some reason, mentioned an unpredictable wild card that could change everything, and then he snapped his fingers. We were then back at the motel the next day with the time loop broken.
I have a feeling that the Trickster is more than he appears, because he seems to know things he shouldn't. I'm just glad you got it all worked out. I would ask why you didn't contact me, but with the power the Trickster had I probably wouldn't have been able to get there.
He might have started killing you off too, so that's why I didn't let you know. We are getting back on the trail to find Bella now, so let me know when you are coming back and I'll let you know where we are.
Okay, I'll see you soon.
…
Sam and Dean quietly entered the motel room. It was quite clean and high maintenance compared to what they were used to, but seeing as that it was Bella they were after, they did not expect anything less.
After searching the room a few moments, Sam looked up from where he was checking the empty safe. "Think this is really her room?"
Dean did not reply as he opened the bottom dresser drawer and pulled out two wigs, which Bella often used for disguises. "I'm sure it is," he replied before throwing the wigs down on the bed.
Before either of them could say another word, the bedside phone, which had been moved to the bed, started ringing. The brothers exchanged looks for a moment before Sam shrugged.
Dean reached forward and carefully picked up the phone.
"Dean, sweetie, are you there?" Bella's voice said through the speakers and Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Where are you?" he asked in an annoyed tone.
"Two states away by now," Bella replied, her British accent grating at his nerves.
Sam could hear her since the room was quiet and Dean did not have the phone completely pressed against his ear. Dean did not notice, but Sam frowned and quickly pulled out his phone and started typing.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Bella, we want the Colt back. Now."
"I don't think so Dean. I have my own uses for it and the Colt is not something I can find on any other hunter."
"We will find you, because I personally have nothing I'd rather do. Grace will be returning to us soon and she will be able to track you anywhere on this Earth," Dean warned her, though he was not sure how strong her tracking skills were, but Bella did not know that.
"Perhaps, but I think you will find yourselves a bit preoccupied for a while," Bella said in a smug tone.
A second later the door to the room was kicked in and the police entered the room, guns drawn.
"Drop the gun and put your hands in the air!" The local sheriff orders and Dean sighed before doing as ordered, tossing the gun and phone onto the bed.
As he was pinned to the floor and handcuffs were being placed on him, another person entered the room and he glanced over at Sam, who was straining his neck to look up from the floor.
Dean managed to look up as well to meet the eyes of Special Agent Victor Henriksen of the FBI.
Henriksen smirked at them. "Hi guys, it's been a while."
…..
Sam and Dean were soon escorted into the police station, chains around their feet, causing them have to take small steps, and the chains were also connected to each other so they could not move far apart.
Sam was quick to notice that the one girl in the station, Nancy, judging by the name plate on her desk, was clutching her rosary and shooting them nervous looks, and he briefly wondered how much Henriksen had exaggerated the situation; though given what things looked like from the cops' point of view, it probably was not too far off.
They were quickly thrown in the cell, the door immediately locked behind them. Sam exchanged an annoyed look with Dean and moved to stand next to the bars, while Dean moved towards the bed. The result was both of them about falling to the floor as the chains reached their limits.
"Come on, Dean!" Sam said, exasperated.
"Alright, alright. How about we sit until we can figure out how to get out of here?" Dean suggested.
Sam nodded and they carefully moved around until they could both sit heavily on the side of the small bed. "We may not have to figure out a way out, but we should come up with an idea just in case."
Dean leaned forward and looked towards Sam. "What are you talking about?"
Sam turned his gaze towards the small window close to the ceiling before looking back at Dean. "As soon as I heard Bella say she was two states away, I realized it was a setup and texted Grace."
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, then why do we need a plan B?
"Because the cops came in before I could actually hit send and I had to drop the phone. I tried hitting send as I moved to the floor, but I'm not sure if it went or not," he said and started to run his hand through his hair, but stopped when the chains jingled.
"So you're saying it's a fifty/fifty chance help will be coming?" Dean said closing his eyes against the headache he could feel coming.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing closer before Sam had a chance to reply and Henriksen soon stood in from of the cell with a smug expression.
Sam just chose to try and ignore him and leaned his head against the concrete brick wall of the cell.
Dean just shot Henriksen a glance, but did not say anything.
It was finally the FBI agent that spoke first. "You know what I'm trying to decide?"
"I don't know… Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean replied with a smirk and the corner of Sam's mouth twitched upwards as well.
Henricksen's smug expression did not change as he shook his head slightly. "What I'm going to have for dinner. Steak or lobster? What the hell, surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate. I mean after all, seeing you two in chains…"
Dean snorted. "You kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing that way."
"Now, that's funny," Henriksen said and crossed his arms.
Dean flashed him a grin. "You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail."
Henriksen nodded admittedly. "You're right. I screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart, but now I'm ready."
"Yeah, ready to lose us again?"
"Ready like a court order to keep you two in a super maximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, that between you and me… is probably unconstitutional," Henriksen replied placing his hand on the bars as he leaned next to the cell in a no nonsense manner.
He obviously expected the words to have some effect on the brothers, so he was slightly surprised when it did not seem to faze either one of them and he briefly wondered if he was missing another piece of the puzzle.
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, but it was not filled with worry as he expected and Sam finally sat up away from the wall and looked Henriksen in the eye. "You do realize it's been almost a year since you had any leads on us, or actually seen us?"
Henriksen narrowed his eyes and moved his hands to his hips, one resting on his gun. "Just what are you implying?"
Dean, having caught onto what Sam was saying, was the one to answer. "We're not implying anything. We're saying you made the mistake of thinking there was just two of us. The thing is… there is a third member of our little group who knows where we are and will get us out of here before you have a chance to get us to Nevada."
The agent met Sam's eyes, trying to see if it was the truth, even though the profile of the Winchesters said they only worked alone and no one else was allowed between them. Before he replied, Henriksen heard the sound of the chopper approaching and decided to look into the situation a bit later since it seemed that their 'friend' would not be able to get there before they got in the air.
"Sorry boys, but it would seem that it is too late for any escape plans," Henriksen said as Sam and Dean glanced out the small window towards the sound of the chopper. "Because that is the helicopter coming to haul you off to super-max right now."
Henriksen left the room without another word and Dean turned to Sam. "Okay now is the time to come up with a plan B."
….
It was not but about fifteen minutes later when they heard footstep coming in the direction of the cell, but instead of Henriksen, it was an older man in that just screamed federal agent.
Sam and Dean cautiously stood up as the man locked the main door to the holding cells before he turned to face them.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. I'm deputy director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure," Steven said with a pleased grin.
Dean scoffed. "Well, glad one of us feels that way."
Steven's hand moved to the gun strapped to his hip and he took a step closer to the bars. "I've been waiting a long time for you two to come out of the woodwork," he said and then without warning, raised the gun and fired off a shot between the bars, hitting Dean in the shoulder.
Dean fell back onto the bed with a grunt of pain as blood splattered on the wall behind him. He quickly reached his hand up to cover the wound as Sam jumped forward and grabbed Steven's arm, aiming the gun upwards as another shot was fired.
The director's eyes turned black when Sam intervened and the hunter, out of reflex, started reciting an exorcism.
The demon start twitching and shaking, but before the exorcism was complete, it froze and looked at Sam. "Sorry, but I've got to cut this short. You boys are going to have a long night." The demon fled the body of its own accord with the usual accompanying scream and Steven fell to the ground, having been dead for a long time before that.
Hearing the scream, the other in the station rushed to the cells, breaking the door open and seeing the gun in Sam's hand, Henriksen pointed his own at Sam. "Put down the gun!"
"Okay! But I didn't shoot him, you can check the body," Sam said, keeping his hazel eyes on the agent as he carefully put the gun through the bars and placed it on the floor.
Dean closed his eyes tight as he pressed harder against his shoulder to stop the bleeding. "He's the one that shoot me! Can't you see what's wrong with this picture?"
Agent Reidy had bent down to examine the body and he looked up to the FBI agent. "There's no gunshot wound."
Henriksen glanced at the body before looking at Sam again. "What did you do to him? Start talking or I'll shoot."
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Dean said, looking at the agents and officers in the room.
There was tense silence in the room for a few moments before Sam answered them. "He was possessed."
As predicted, Henriksen nodded shortly and pursed his lips. "Possessed. Right. Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now!"
Reidy nodded at the order and tried to contact the agent outside with the radio transceiver, but failed to get a reply.
Sam and Dean exchanged a slightly worried glance as the agent left the room, only for there to be a bright flash of light outside followed by an explosion.
The deputy, Melvin, exchanged a glance with the deputy, Phil, before both of them rushed from the room to check the doors and windows.
Henriksen glanced at the door and then stepped closer to the bars once more. "What's the plan here? Your little friends going to come in guns blazing in some plan to spring you two out?"
Sam shook his head. "Whoever just did that is no friend of ours. You should let us out of here so we can help," he insisted, but knew better than to expect anything but a flat out no, which he received along with a glare as Henriksen turned to go check on the others.
Sam turned back to Dean once everyone was out of the room and he pulled his brother's jacket away from the wound so he could get a good look at it. "Well… I can say you've had worse. Just try to keep pressure on it."
"Thank you captain obvious," Dean said and rested his good shoulder against the wall.
Sam nodded mutely as he leaned in to look closer, but then his brother shifted slightly to the side to look around him. Sam turned to see the receptionist, Nancy, looking around the edge of the door with a frighten expression.
Sam was quick to notice the rosary wrapped around her wrist and he came up with a quick, but necessary plan.
"Hey… We need your help. It's… it's Nancy, right? Nancy, my brother's been shot. He's… He's bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel?" he asked in a hurried voice, though he was sure to use the pleading eyes that seemed to work on so many others.
Nancy stared at him a moment and then looked past him at Dean, who smiled at her. Nancy ducked back around the corner.
"Well at least you tried," Dean told his brother with a shrug, before realizing he should really not move his shoulder and hissed in pain.
They both took a deep, frustrated breath before Sam noticed movement at the door again and saw Nancy standing there with a towel.
"Thank you," Sam said and slowly moved towards the bars, holding his hands out. He knew he only had one shot at this…
Nancy cautiously moved towards him and passed the towel through the bars.
He quickly grabbed the towel and her arm as well, which resulted in the young woman panicking and letting out a shriek.
"Let go of her!" shouted Phil, as he rushed around the corner after hearing her and he pointed his gun at Sam.
Releasing Nancy, Sam quickly backed up towel in hand. "Okay Okay!"
"Try anything like that again and I'll shoot you," the deputy told him with a firm glare and Sam nodded as the two left the room.
He walked back over to Dean, who slapped his shoulder. "What the hell was that about?" Dean asked.
Sam did not reply, but unwrapped the towel to reveal the rosary he had slipped off of Nancy's wrist.
Dean raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed "Okay, we can work with that."
….
About ten minutes later Melvin entered the holding cells and walked over to the door of Sam and Dean's cell, unlocking it.
The brothers exchanged a suspicious glance. "Um… sheriff?" Sam asked carefully.
Melvin stepped inside the cell motioned for them to step out. "Time to go boys," he said, but neither of the brothers moved.
"I think we're fine where we are, thanks," Dean said, feeling somewhat suspicious of the situation.
Henriksen quickly entered the room, shooting Melvin a slightly angered glare. "What do you think you're doing?"
Melvin stood with his head hung down slightly in defeat, as if he did not want to see Henriksen's expression. "We're not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We're gonna make a run for it."
"It's safer here," Henriksen argued while Sam and Dean exchanged a glance and took a step apart in case they needed to move quickly.
The sheriff shook his head. "There's a swat facility in Boulder."
The FBI agent shot down the idea before Melvin could explain further and stepped inside the cell to face him. "We're not going anywhere," he said and then before either hunter could react, Henriksen pulled out his gun and shot the sheriff in the side on the head.
Sam and Dean jumped forward and grabbed onto Henriksen before Melvin's body hit the floor and they start dragging him to the toilet.
Sam shoved his head into the water, which he had blessed with the rosary, and start chanting an exorcism.
Dean moved away and held Henriksen's gun up as Nancy and Phil run into the room. "Stay back!" he ordered and then glanced back at Sam. "Hurry up!"
The demon suddenly lifted its head out of the water, its eyes black. "It's too late. I've already called them. They are coming for you," he said in a pained, yet proud voice.
Hesitating for only a moment, Sam continued on with the exorcism and black, demonic smoke shot out of Henriksen's mouth, leaving him to collapse on the floor.
It was quiet for a few moments as Sam took several deep breaths and Nancy and Phil tried to figure out what had just happened.
"Is… is he dead?" Nancy asked, her eyes wide as she stared at the agent's unmoving figure.
Her question was answered the next moment and Henriksen suddenly coughed up water and started struggling to sit up. He blinked in confusion and few moments before looking around.
"Are you alright, Henriksen?" Sam asked as he dried off the water on his hands on the hem of his shirt.
The agent brought his hand to his forehead and rubbed it a moment before looking at Melvin's body. "I…. I shot the sheriff," he said in disbelief.
Dean looked slightly confused at the sudden change of attitude, but then smiled a bit. "But you didn't shoot the deputy."
Sam jerked his head towards Dean and shot him a glare. It was not the time for jokes.
He focused his attention back on the agent as he started speaking. "I was fine until five minutes ago and then…"
Dean filled in the blank for him. "Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?"
Henriksen nodded and looked at Dean waiting for an explanation, but Sam answered.
"You were possessed."
Henriksen raised an eyebrow at the hunter. "Possessed like… possessed?"
Dean held his gun out to him and Henriksen carefully took it from him as Dean smirked. "I own you the biggest 'told you so' ever."
Using the cot to pull himself up, Henriksen held his hand out to the two watching from outside the cell. "Deputy Amici, keys," he said and Phil handed the keys to him.
The chains and cuffs fell off of Sam and Dean a few moments later and they rubbed their wrists as Henriksen took a step back and looked at each of them. "Alright, so how do we survive?"
….
The next thirty minutes consisted of planning while Dean ran out to the Impala in the impound lot as Nancy and Phil, under Sam's orders, got out some road salt and started making lines in front of the doors and windows.
Dean quickly gathered guns, salt rounds, and anti-possession amulets before noticing the sky was growing dark at an unnatural rate, so he finished placing the weapons in the bag and headed back inside.
"How are the salt lines and devil's traps coming?" he asked and set the bag on one of the desks.
I've placed devil's traps at the entrances and windows large enough for a demon to come through," Sam replied, looking at a blueprint of the building. He then looked up at Dean. "You really need to let one of us patch that shoulder up now."
Dean started to reply, but the lights started flickering and he rushed over to the window to see a huge cloud of demons heading their way. "I'll let you look at it after this first wave passes," he told Sam and grabbed a shotgun before moving through the halls to double check the salt lines.
He met up with Nancy and Phil in the hall. "We've got all the doors and windows covered," Phil told him and he nodded just as the lights went completely out and the black smoke slammed against the windows and doors.
The rattling against the windows lasted only a minute before moved away and disappeared, but the lights stayed off.
Dean nodded to the two. "Come on, I have something I need to hand out to everybody," he told them and headed back to the lobby and office area.
Sam and Henriksen shot them a glance when they entered the room, but continued to keep working on weapons once they noted they were all fine.
Dean stepped over to his duffle bag and pulled out a small pouch, with contained several amulets on strings so they could be worn around the neck. "Here, each of you take one of these and put it on. It will keep you from being possessed."
Each of them took a necklace and slipped it on.
Phil looked at the hunters and nodded to them. "Where's yours?"
In unison, Sam and Dean pulled down the collar of their shirts to show a tattoo on their collarbones. "We've got it covered," Dean said.
Nancy noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and took a step towards the window to see a crowd of people gathering around the building "Hey, that's Jenna Rubner."
Sam looked out the window beside her and noted the black eyes of everyone in the crowd. "That's not Jenna anymore."
Phil frowned slightly. "That's where all that black demon smoke went?"
Dean nodded from where he was loading a shotgun. "Crowd of people gathering outside with black eyes? I'd say yes."
After the gun was loaded he set it over to the side and started working on peeling off is jacket so he could inspect the damage. Just as he finished getting the jacket off, the sound of glass shattering echoed from a room down the hall.
Henriksen quickly picked up another shotgun, as did Dean while Sam made sure Phil and Nancy stood back since they were not effectively armed at the moment.
Dean took a step forward, aiming his gun at the doorway, when a figure stepped through that he had not seen in a while.
"Grace!" he said and lowered his gun as the vampire stepped forward with a smile.
"You have no idea how much I worried when I got that text," Grace said and turned her brown eyes towards Sam. "It was partially cut off, so all I got was that Bella had set you up and you probably would need help."
Henriksen looked at her with a confused, yet still wary expression, which was mirrored by the other two that had no clue who she was.
Sam quickly stepped past Dean and caught her in a hug, which she returned almost a bit too tightly. Sam looked past her at Dean. "Can you explain to them why she is here? I want to talk in private for a few minutes," he asked and Dean nodded.
After hearing that, Grace released the hug and held onto his hand as he led her out into the hall and into the room with a shattered window.
Sam noted the devil's trap under to window had been carefully cleared of glass and the salt line had been replaced and figured Grace must have taken care of it during the few moments between when the glass broke and when she entered the other room.
Knowing he did not have much time to waste, he turned to face her and brought his hand up to rest on her shoulder. "I didn't expect a demon attack when I sent that message. Are you sure you should be here right now?"
Grace smiled softly from the concern, and then shook her head with slight amusement. "I would've turned right around if I had thought the demons would be a problem for me. Do you think I've been away just to relax? Once I met up with Respar he put me through some rather intense training with demon blood. I still will be affected if I get a taste of it again, but just the scent or sight of it, or yours, will not bother me any more than a normal human's," she explained and he relaxed, knowing she would not blatantly lie to him about such things.
"Do I even want to know what the training consisted of?" Sam asked. Respar was a hard person to figure out, so that made him a bit wary of just asking outright.
Grace chuckled at his expression. "Nothing that bad. I'll tell you some other time. We should head back out before Dean gets the wrong idea and comes after us."
Sam said nothing, but pulled her into a kiss. He had wanted to do that since she had arrived. "Alright," he said, pulling away. "Let's go and start working on a plan."
Grace nodded and followed him back to the others.
….
Dean grinned slightly as Sam and Grace left the room, knowing he had so many teasing comments he could shout after them, but he needed to explain her sudden appearance to the others.
He turned around and sat down on the edge of one of the desks so that he could face the Nancy and Phil, while Henriksen stood on his left with his arms crossed, waiting on an explanation.
Henriksen raised an eyebrow in the direction of the hall before looking back at Dean. "That is the third member of your party that you threatened would get you out even if I got you in prison?" he asked in a surprised, yet dry tone.
Dean grinned at him. "Yep. To put it simply she's Sam's girlfriend, fellow hunter, and here's the kicker… she's a vampire."
Nancy gulped and looked even more fearful, while Phil looked a bit angry.
"We are surrounded by demons, and now you allow a vampire inside that could kill us as well?" the deputy asked, only to quiet under Dean's pointed 'shut up' look.
Henriksen frowned and looked at Dean in disbelief. "You can't be serious," he said.
Dean waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "Grace is not a threat to us… well she could be, but she isn't. End of discussion."
Henriksen looked as if he had more to add, but went back to loading salt rounds into a cartridge holder as Sam and Grace came back into the room.
"Okay I hope everyone has the whole trust issues out of their system now," Grace said. She had not been eavesdropping, but logic stated that was natural for then to be wary of her species status.
Dean simply chuckled and nodded as Grace walked over to him and rolled up the sleeve on his injured shoulder, ignoring the looks she was getting from being close to an open wound.
"I could scent that you were injured the moment I entered the building. How did you manage to get shot while sitting in a cell?" Grace asked with an irritated sigh.
Dean just shot her a grin. "You know, I'm just that awesome," he replied, ending it with a slight wince as she poked him in the shoulder for his cockiness.
Grace quickly grabbed the first aid kit that had been laid out and started working on cleaning the gunshot wound.
"I meant to ask before, but I figured Dean would want to hear the answer too. How did you find us if the location wasn't in the text?" Sam asked from where he had stepped back over to the window to make sure the demons outside had not moved closer.
"Remember those new friends I mentioned? One of them is a hacker, so he was able to get a trace on your phone's location before something happened that cut out all the internet and cell signals in this area, which pretty much told me where to look. Then the line of demons lead me straight here once I reached the town," she replied and pulled a familiar, refilled vial out of her pocket.
Dean smiled when he saw it. "I was hoping you still had that with you."
Henriksen, past the whole shock phase of Grace's arrival, spoke up. "What is that?" he asked, eyeing the vial.
Grace's eye flickered towards him as she uncapped it and allowed a few drops to coat Dean's wound. "It's a healing serum that coats my fangs. Usually it's just for healing bite marks, but if a start collecting it, it helps speed up the healing on bigger injuries as well," she explained as the cut started healing over, leaving a faint scar that would go away on its own in a few days.
Phil still looked a bit apprehensive about having a vampire in their midst, but chose to point out another issue. "So how are we going to get rid of all the demons? Can you flush them out like you did with him," he asked, jerking his head towards Henriksen.
Sam shook his head. "Not as easily. As you saw, we have to hold them down to keep them from running, so unless we can draw a giant devil's trap and trick them into it, it would be impossible to keep them all in one place."
"So what are we going to do? Sit around here and wait for them to figure out a way to get in and kill us?" Henriksen asked, looking between the hunters.
Dean frowned and slid off the desk to start pacing. After a minute he stopped with a serious expression as he looked at Grace, then Sam. "I have an idea. It's crazy, but it just might work."
"Well, what is it?" Henriksen asked, quickly growing tired of the unknown situation.
Dean glanced at him. "We let the demons in… and we fight."
…..
Grace was sitting on top of the roof, having snuck outside through a window hidden from the demons sight by bushes. She was carefully looking over the edge to make sure the demons did not see her as she waited for the ones inside to start their part of the plan.
She could hear them moving around below her, the slight scrapping sounds was picked up by her vampire hearing as Sam and Dean destroyed the devil's traps while the other three scrapped the salt lines away from the windows and doors.
The demons seemed to realize something was going on as well and started moving as one towards the building. Two demons stepped forward and shoved against the door to test if the salt line was still there and when it gave way, they started pouring into the building from the doors and emergency exits.
Grace forced her focus back on the task at hand to avoid her instincts having her go help Sam and Dean.
Hearing Nancy and Phil scramble to get out the same window she had come through, Grace grabbed the several salt bags she had carried out with her and jumped off the edge of the roof to land next to them, causing both of them to jump and Grace had to quickly cover Nancy's mouth to keep her from screaming.
"I know this is a tense situation," Grace said and slowly pulled her hand back as Nancy took a breath to calm herself, "but try to relax a bit or you won't be able to hear anyone sneak up on you because of the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ears."
"If you didn't make us jump out of our skin then perhaps it would be easier to calm down," Phil pointed out and Grace sighed, choosing not to argue at that point.
"Just take a salt bag and start making the lines. I'm going to watch the exits to make sure none of them get away," she said and then disappeared from their sight, leaving them rather twitchy.
Grace carefully moved around the building, laying out salt line in front of the window at a fast speed to avoid letting any demons inside see what she was up to.
Her hearing picked up the sound of Sam and Dean getting thrown across the room while Henriksen slowly made his way to the control room so he could activate the recording.
Knowing there was not much time left, Grace finished up the rest of the windows just as Henriksen turned on the speaker system, started playing a recording of Sam reciting an exorcism.
Grace sped around the building and checked to make sure Nancy and Phil had everything covered and had just reached the main doors to see Nancy trying to finish the salt line in front of the door when it was shoved open, causing her to jump back as a demon ran out, though it paused to glare at her, trying to decide if it should kill her, or run.
Not giving it the option, Grace tackled it from the side and pinned it to the ground. "Finish the line, Nancy!" she shouted and Phil came around the corner and helped Nancy close the door back and pour out the salt line.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii…" Grace started reciting the exorcism at vampire speed as the demon tried to get away, but it was a low level demon without telekinesis, so it was no match for her as she finished and sent the black smoke out of the man's body.
Grace stood up and moved away from the body, which was already dead, and focused her attention on the demonic screams that had started echoing inside the building.
"Is that supposed to happen?" Phil asked as the demonic smoke started slamming into the door, trying to get out, but the salt prevented it from doing so, the same way it had stopped it from getting inside earlier.
Grace nodded, moving to stand beside him. "Yeah, it will only be a few more moments now."
Just as she said that the inside of the building lit up as the demonic smoke imploded with a final screech.
Grace lightly touched Nancy and Phil's shoulders. "It's safe to go in now," she told them and then opened the door and ran inside to see the townsfolk starting to pick themselves up off the floor.
They looked around in confusion and discussed what had happened before they started trying to straighten up the mess of paper and thrown over furniture.
She rushed past them to find Sam and Dean standing up from where they had falling to the floor, probably from being pinned to the wall.
"Dean, you are a genius," she said and leaned upwards to kiss his cheek before turning to Sam and catching him in a short celebration hug.
Sam hugged her and rolled his eyes as Dean's grin started to widen. "You just had to tell him that didn't you? I can actually see his ego growing."
Grace pulled away to look over her shoulder at Dean. "Eh... He'll need the extra boost for when I start kicking him off his high horse again," she said and then moved to go check on everybody and make sure no one had any serious injuries.
Henriksen entered the room and walked over to the brothers. "I guess I better call in. It's one hell of a story I won't be telling."
Sam nodded. "So what are you gonna tell them?"
"The least ridiculous lie I can think of in the next five minutes," he replied with a scoff and rubbed the back of his head, already feeling the headache that would be coming on after trying to explain everything.
Dean grinned slightly; he was glad to see that Henriksen was starting to understand why the authorities thought the Winchesters were psychotic. "Good luck with that. Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?" he asked, wondering how much or a head start they would have if the FBI came after them again.
Henriksen replied without hesitation. "I'm going to kill you," he said, causing Sam and Dean to look concerned for a moment.
He heard Grace's amused chuckle from the other side of the room as he continued to explain. "Sam and Dean Winchester were on the helicopter when it exploded. There was nothing left, not even enough for dental records," Henriksen told them and the brothers smiled in relief.
"Thanks, I guess we're even now," Dean said and shook the agent's hand.
"Not really, but it will do for now," Henriksen said with a nod and shook Sam's hand as well. "I'm going to ignore the fact Grace was here, so she is still going to have a clean record. Now you all should get going before back up gets here to investigate."
Grace waited for them by the door and waved to everyone before heading out to the impound lot.
"You know, we should really find a retired hunter that could follow hunters on cases and provide some counseling," Grace said, glancing back at the building.
Sam nodded as he walked beside her. "I see your point, but I doubt anyone would want to take up that task," he replied.
The gate was unlocked from when Dean had fetched the weapons earlier, so Sam pushed the gate all the way open as Dean unlocked the back and set the duffle bag back inside the trunk.
Dean looked back at the vampire. "Where's your bag?"
"I'll get it," Grace said and disappeared from Sam's side, returning a few seconds later with her bag in hand, which she set in the trunk as well.
They were soon on the road once more, with Dean driving and Grace snuggled up against Sam in the backseat.
It was late and both brothers were worn out, so they only drove two towns away before stopping to get a room.
The next morning Grace was watching the early morning news when she suddenly turned and lightly shook Sam awake before kicking Dean's bed. "Hey guys, you might want to hear this," she said and turned the volume up.
"Last night a helicopter at a police station in Monument, Colorado exploded due to a gas leak. The chopper had been called in to transport two fugitives, Sam and Dean Winchester, to a more secure location. But due to the explosion they were killed along with several officers and agents. We'll have more on this story later today," the reporter said with an image of the helicopter in the background.
Grace cut off the tv and smiled at Sam and Dean. "Congratulations. You are dead to the world… and for you, Dean, again."
Dean smirked and propped up against the pillow with his hands behind his head. "This is starting to seem like a regular occurrence. I should get a world record for it."
"Sure. You'll get one about the same time we get recognize for what we do," Sam replied and got out of bed to get a shower as Grace tossed a pillow at Dean for his remark, which issued is a very one sided, pillow throwing match.
Sam chuckled and shook his head, getting out of dodge as a pillow thrown by Dean hit the wall next to his head.
I'm not exactly sure how I want the next chapter to go yet, so I may go back and work on a chapter 4 rewrite for awhile. I know for sure it won't be following episodes anymore... wait scratch that, we got to have the Ghostbusters meet a vampire. lol, but even if episode hunts are covered, they won't be word for word like the last two since they are not too important. Like Malleus Maleficarium covered the fact the demon's couldn't track Grace, and they wish to kill Sam, while this one showed the difference that the demon didn't escape to be able to tell Lilith about the Winchester's being at the police station, there for leaving everyone alive.
Before I wrap this story up, are there any interactions between characters you'd like to see?