Deciding to leave her alternate self in the armory, Grace went to find Cas in the kitchen. She stopped short when she heard him talking to Jack, instead hovering by the door so she could listen in. "I understand why Sam and Dean were angered by what happened to Mary."

"What you did to Mary," Cas gently corrected. "And the kids. Samantha and Robbie."

"Yes. I see that I've caused them pain, and it's clear that things haven't changed, not really. Especially with Grace. I've apologized, but she refuses to... she's acting no different than she was before. She's still afraid of me. I don't want her to be afraid of me."

"The loss of anyone can be devastating. The loss of children even more so. Between the sheer chaos that was Michael and then Dean not being around and you, it nearly broke her. She's still not the same. She never will be." Grace twisted the ring on her finger, trying to keep herself from crying. There was no time for it. Everything else had to get pushed aside, or they might not survive this. The odds were slim enough already.

A door slammed somewhere in the bunker, Grace hearing Sam and Dean's voices getting closer. "I think we could swing getting back into Hell again, especially if Grace helps us. We could pull it off."

"I don't know, I don't want to make her do anything like that if she doesn't have to. I told you, Sammy, something about that - it's not a demon deal, but whatever agreement she made with that thing, I'm not sure if I'm a fan. I want to say she knows what she's doing, I want to trust her, but -"

"She effectively killed it, Dean. She killed it and absorbed its power, just like Jack's done. It's no different, even if it is Grace."

Stepping out of the shadows, Grace pretended like she had just been heading down the hall. "Hey. I'm glad you're back. There's something you need to see. You better come with me."

The three of them made their way back to the armory, where their alternate universe counterparts were busy talking in the veil between worlds. "So you think Chuck destroyed their world while they were in the middle of leaving, and now they're stuck?" Sam asked, trying to wave at himself. "Dude, what are you wearing?"

"They can't see you. They can't hear you either," Grace explained. "I think they can see me, but it's a magic kind of thing. I think they see me like we see them, like we're looking through a dirty window. And yeah, this has to be Chuck's doing."

"Well they should be safe just like that for now. Let's just leave them there," Dean determined, a bigger plan on his mind. "Gracie, we've got to go back to Hell."

"I know. And I know you don't want me there. No offense, I know. None taken. Now if you two are going back there, we better get you some good weapons."


"Who was Ruby going to sell the Occultum to?" Cas asked, the two of them holding open the spell while Sam and Dean ventured into Hell. "We hardly know what it is. Why are she and Sister Jo working together? It doesn't make sense."

"Jo is Anael's vessel, right?" Grace asked, sitting on the table and feeding the spell bowl, which glowed a strange shade of purple. "Why would Anael want to work with a demon? And Ruby, out of all of them."

"None of this adds up," Cas confirmed. "Sam and Dean could be walking into a trap."

Grace nodded, staring into the purple flames. "They probably are. But they've got Rowena there, and they have a lot of experience walking into traps and leaving as the only survivors. We've got to believe in them. They're our best bet right now."

Cas was quiet for a moment, but finally voiced what he had been mulling over for a while. "Do you believe in this? The whole plan? We know Chuck has to die eventually, but do you think this is how it happens?"

Grace stood up, telling him that, "I have to. I don't know, but I have to. If I don't, I'll have nothing to believe in at all. I'm going to go check on… not us. I feel bad for them, trapped in whatever veil they're trapped in. They can't go back to their world, but I don't know if we can let them into ours. Maybe I'll figure out a way to communicate with them. But Cas, we have to believe in this plan, or we're beyond screwed."


A bowl of glowing blue liquid in front of her, Grace sat on a table in the armory. The veil was glimmering a little more than it had before, but nothing had worked so far. She dropped a pinch of stinging nettle into the bowl, the liquid immediately turning a bright green. "We made it." The sound of her own voice rang in her ears. Grace turned to see herself stepping out from the veil, dragging Sam along with her. Dean followed in their wake, taking in the darkened room. "You're - you're me. Hello."

Grace stood up, holding out her hand. As she shook hands with herself, she noticed the ring on her finger. It was nearly identical to her own. "Nice to meet you. And your Sam and Dean." She shook their hands too, the brothers regarding her skeptically. "Are you three hunters?"

"Samuel and I haven't set foot on a hunt in, what, over five years now? Dean's just recently gotten back from an... expedition." It was the same tone Grace used whenever Dean was getting on her nerves. Whoever she was, this Grace didn't seem to be a fan of the hunter lifestyle. "We warned him not to go, but we have a company image to maintain, apparently. I still don't see why we can't just get some production shots and be out of there. He's going to get himself killed one day."

"It was a ghost hunt, Grey. I didn't leave the car until the scene was already clear. You know how our Father loved the publicity photos. We have to keep that up. It's all part of our brand," the alternate version of Dean explained as he paced over to a wall full of weapons.

"He tried to get us to take photos with a dead naga on our honeymoon, and then he plastered them all over billboards up and down the West Coast. Not the best marketing plan," she frowned, turning to Grace. "Does your Samuel let his brother do that? Or does he refuse to let him tag along on vacations?"

"So you go by Gray?" Grace asked herself. Of course she did. It was just pretentious enough for the woman who apparently went jumping between worlds in high heels. "Uh, no. In this world, Sam and I aren't married. Sam's my best friend, since kindergarten. Dean and I got married years ago. We've all known each other since we were kids. We'd see each other on and off until I finally joined them for good."

Gray's face darkened, her tone shifting immediately. "Well then. Quite a different world we were living in, I see. Samuel and I knew each other as children too. We went to the same boarding school, and Princeton after that. I followed him to Harvard Law. We handle the legal side of things at HunterCorp, while Dean has taken over marketing. What is this place? It can't be the company offices. Our basement is just full of records. And it has much better lighting."

The door to the armory burst open, the real Sam and Dean stopping on the threshold. "Gracie, how'd you get them out?"

"You're back," she smiled, instinctively giving Dean a kiss while Grey frowned behind her. "It's ancient Enochian magic. How else would they be here? I needed something that would break part of the veil between worlds. Cas helped me find the spell. Are you both okay? How was Hell?"

Dean shook his head, telling her that, "We've got news. The Occultum isn't a thing. It's a place. We've got to hunt it down before Chuck realizes what we're doing. But we also need to stay in the bunker in case he comes looking for us, because Cas says he's going to be on the move soon. He's nearly done destroying other worlds."

"How could you be in two places at once?" Gray asked, crossing her arms. "And you went to Hell? Like the real, actual Hell? With demons and the Devil? Hell Hell?" She looked to her husband, who just shrugged. Clearly they hadn't had any adventures like this.

Sam had been thinking about this. He already had a solution worked out, even if they weren't all going to be the biggest fans of the plan. "That's where you three come in."