December 10, 2000

She walked into pole. Yes, that'd do. She walked into a pole. Who in their right mind walks into a pole? But what else was she supposed to say? 'Hey there big brother, I got punched in the face today.'

She stood in front of the door, biting her lip nervously. If she just remained calm, maybe he wouldn't notice. Maybe he wouldn't notice she was late. Or the giant bruise on her face. Quietly, she opened the door, hoping he'd be in the kitchen or watching television, something that would distract him.

"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded.

"I, uhm, I felt asleep. In the library," she stuttered.

He looked at her for a moment, watched her stare down at her feet. "What is that?"

Her breath hitched, "It's nothing."

"Who did this to you?"

"No one, I walked into a pole," she said through clenched jaws.

"Grace Ann who the hell hurt you?" he demanded.

"What, so it's okay for you to come back here bloody and bruised and only half alive because some demon made you and dad his bitches for two damn weeks, but the one time I get hurt by a fucking teenager, it's the end of the world? I said it's nothing, Dean. Leave it."

"I'm trying to help you, Grace. I'm just tryin' to help," he said quietly.

"I don't need your help."

December 2, 2010

She stepped even harder on the accelerator, hoping the answer would come to her. There had to be another way. It could kill him. She wouldn't let that happen. She couldn't.

"Cas?" she whispered, then cleared her throat. "Castiel? Look, I uhm, I know we've never been best friends, and I know I've never really been a perfect Christian, but" she swallowed. "I need some help here Cas. For the first time, I'm not really sure how this will work out. Dean says he'll be okay, but I don't know. I just, I don't know."

She tapped on the steering wheel with her fingers, and on the gas with her foot. She was acting like Dean, she knew. That was the point. Dean always seemed okay, he was always calm. He was the perfect person to act like when she was worried.

"Castiel, I swear if you don't get your winged ass down here I will fucking crash this car," she said, blinking away tears and biting at her lip.

"I'm here."

"Fuck, finally. I get it, I'm third on a list of two, but do I really have to threaten to kill myself for you to answer me?" she chuckled humorlessly.

"Grace, if you killed yourself you would be resurrected. But no, I'm sorry, it shouldn't be that way."

"Why the hell would I be resurrected? I'm not part of anyone's 'destiny' or whatever," she squinted. "Anyways, I don't really care that you're playing favorites right now, I got over that a while ago, but one of my brothers is about to turn the other one's brain into about the equivalent of my breakfast and I'd like some damn company," she breathed.

And then he was gone. Again. The Winchesters always took precedence over everything else and as she very well knew, that didn't include her.

Angels. Such dicks.

She didn't need his help anyways.

December 11, 2000

"Grace," he began quietly.

"I yelled at you last night, I was a jerk, I'm sorry, okay? You didn't deserve it."

"Who was it?" he asked in the same tone.

She sighed. "It was just some senior, doesn't matter."

"Has it happened before?"

"It happens all the time Dean, it doesn't matter," she gave him a sad smile.

"Of course it matters. No matter how much it happens it still matters. It matters because I'm your brother and you matter."

December 3, 2010

'Why would I be resurrected?' she thought. 'Dean and Sam, I get. But I'm no big deal, I didn't start the apocalypse, sure, I helped end it, but anyone could have done what I did.'

"Hey Cas," she asked from across the room. "Can angels hear people's thoughts?"

He barely paused to turn and look at her and nod.

'That is why he hates me. Yup, I figured it out. Of course he would, anyone who could hear what I'm thinking would hate me. For good reason, too. All I am is some spoiled brat who ended up as a Winchester groupie. Go where the action goes, read a book, stab something and then act like a hero.'

She turned the page on her book absent mindedly. It was no loss, she'd read the book a million times, could probably recite it word for word.

'And then continue to wallow in self pity after I learn someone could be listening. Let's throw a pity party, hopefully there'll be cake. Speaking of cake, what day is it?'

"It's the third of December," Cas commented, which probably seemed strange to everyone else.

December 14, 2000

The swelling had gone down, leaving just a purple-ish brown mark around her eye. As usual, since Dean was sleeping, she took the bus. She was bombarded with questions and even more teasing.

She had a math home room, as she had at every school for the past two years which, in her opinion and as Dean would say, was a bag of dicks.

"Honey, are there problems at home?" her homeroom teacher asked.

"What? Why would- no!"

"You can tell me sweetie, it's okay," she said in what Grace assumed was supposed to be soothing voice.

"My family isn't the problem, the problem," she began angrily, "Is the kids in this school. It's not my family's fault that some other kid's parents fucked up somewhere along the line and their kid is a bag of dicks."

"It's not your fault either," she nodded slightly. "Now I don't want to hear anymore of that kind of language from you."

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm here if you need anything," the teacher offered.

"I don't need any help."

December 4, 2010

'Can anybody really hear this? Does anybody really care? Here's my problem: my brother, he's in some real trouble you see, and the solution is gonna kill him. So I need some help. I'll do anything. I'm willing to make a deal.'

"Grace," a familiar voice called.

"Hey wait, I wasn't gonna commit suicide this time, why are you here?" she laughed humorlessly.

"I can't let you make a deal."

She sighed. "All I'd be doing is moving my due date, Castiel, it's done."

"What?" Dean asked from behind her.

December 16, 2000

Nothing particularly interesting happened on this day. Dean made dinner, John passed out on the couch, Grace and Sam stayed up studying together. Like most siblings, Sam and Grace had their differences. But they understood boundaries. They knew when they should and shouldn't ask.

"So," Sam said casually. "Can I ask?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"Oh, you know, that overgrown freckle around your eye that looks suspiciously like a bruise?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Promise you won't tell Dean?" she waited until he nodded.

"Parker. It was about Parker. This girl told me that he wanted to meet me behind the school, and you know, I went because I've had like the biggest crush on him forever, and I thought maybe he liked me."

"Was he there?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah. He was. And so was half the football team and a couple of cheerleaders."

"What did you do?"

"Well, you know, I'm kind of used to the whole getting bullied thing, it's pretty normal, but I guess it was just more than usual. I passed out," she shrugged.

"You should've told me," Dean said quietly, meaning he had heard the whole thing. "I could've helped."

"I don't need help."

December 5, 2010

"You made a deal? What the hell for?"

She swallowed. "Family comes first right? Anyways, I didn't deal for the whole ten years and you're done thing. It was more like when a witch deals for powers."

"Who in the family did you help?" Dean asked.

"Not- not your family Dean. I made a deal, when I die, I become a demon, just like a witch, but while I live, so does my mom."

"You can't just bring someone back. It doesn't work like that. And what part of becoming a demon did you not understand?" Dean fumed.

She wasn't exactly sure where Sam was right now, but she wasn't sure he cared what she did. Soul or no soul he was her brother, and she cared even if he didn't.

"It doesn't matter. Cas said-" she looked at Castiel, who was now looking anywhere but at her. "You- You lied to me. You said- I knew it. I fucking knew it. Everybody I think I can trust."

"I didn't realize that you had made a deal, and I was only trying to help you," he said sorrowfully.

"I don't need your help."

December 19, 2010

She never thought she would be so happy to come home. Christmas vacation had officially started and it was going to be fabulous. It would just be her, Sammy, Dean and dad.

Instead, she found a note on the fridge from the last two.

Hey, got a case. Be back before Christmas, no parties, call if you need anything.

'I don't need their help.'

December 6, 2010

"Grace," the angel began.

"No, I get it, really. You thought you were helping. Everybody thinks they're helping. It was my fault," she smiled sadly.

"You're upset."

"Aren't you the observant one? No, I'm fine Cas," she rolled her eyes.

"I want to help."

"I don't need any damned help!" she snapped.

December 8, 2010

'Sammy. He's back. He's really back. Oh, God, is it okay for me to hug him? Does he even want me to? His brains aren't mush, so I'd say were doing okay. Sammy's back. God, that sounds better every time. This is great, I can't even- this is perfect. He doesn't remember Hell, he doesn't remember Samuel, he doesn't remember attacking Bobby. But, if Death blocked out his Hell, what if he doesn't remember me? I mean, I haven't really been the best sister in the world but-'

Her thoughts were interrupted by her giant of a big brother hugging her so tight she could barely breathe.

"Sammy," she said breathlessly. "I can't breathe."

This moment was perfect. This moment was worth the wait. And this moment, more than anything, was worth the struggle. She was glad she didn't accept any help. This moment was even better knowing she made it by herself.

Even though she did enjoy the company.

A/N:

So, someone was confused about how the chapters are set up. It's not really one story, it's more like a bunch of smaller stories that make them a family. Also, guys I've got about a hundred views and only two reviews? Can we fix that? By the way, content rating is also going up because I realized how much I actually swear. The name of the document this chapter is made of is called 'HOT DAMN DO I REALLY SWEAR THATMUCH'