Chapter 3 already! Hooray! Thank you to everyone reading and reviewing. They make my day! These chapters are getting harder to piece together. A lot on my mind, but it's a good escape. And DON'T WORRY. Dean's coming soon... :)
Grace didn't know what it was, but she felt safe following Sam back to his motel. With Ruby gone, everything seemed much more peaceful. She wondered why Sam would know or even (from the looks of it) be with someone as outwardly so evil. They walked down the sidewalk of a downtown looking area. She was weary of everyone who passed them. Her Uncle's goons would be looking for her. She'd have to be extra careful.
Seeing a suspicious looking man in a suit, Gracie shuffles behind Sam's back, pressing close to him. She clutches the back of his jacket between her pale fingers.
Sam looks over his shoulder and sees her grasping onto his jacket. He glances over in front of himself just as a rough looking man in a suit passes by them.
He grabs behind himself around Gracie's arm and swings her to his side. Leaning down he wraps his arm around her thin shoulders.
Grace looks up at him and gets the sense he'll want to know what that was about later. I have to think up something to tell him. Something far from the truth.
His warmth felt familiar to Gracie. Like when she used to hug her cousin, before everything that's happened.
Shaking off the bittersweet memories she shimmies out of his arm and just walks beside him.
They arrive at Sam's run-down old motel on the outskirts of downtown. Gracie's heart beats faster looking at her surroundings. She'd rarely been able to leave the mansion while living with her Uncle. Only if Ryder had been with her and a few guards. She use to call the mansion her "Fortress".
Sam unlocked the light green door of the single level motel. He opened the door and went through and held it open for Grace. She walked through the door and Sam closed it behind her.
He scrambled around, picking up a few loose shirts and other of his necessities.
"Uh..just sit anywhere. The bed's fine if you want," Sam sputtered out while taking off his jacket.
Grace caught sight of a lone bra hanging across the back of a chair and decided not to draw attention to it. She sat down on the rickety bed, color forming on her cheeks.
Sam grabs a chair and sits down across from her.
Holding his hands together, he says, "So Grace, what are you doing in Ohio? Do you live around here?"
His eyes bore into her as she struggles to pick her words.
"I'm…Well…Just taking a vacation?" She utters with question, wrapping her fingers around the trim of the hoodie once again.
Sam chuckles deeply at her reply. "Just taking a vacation? Where's your luggage?"
Grace gulps and runs her tongue over her lips. "I'm not sure what to tell you."
She felt like she could trust him. Why else would she have dreams about him? Should she tell him? Why can't I just be human?
"Hey. Can I ask if you know what you are? I sort of have a specialty with these kind of things," Sam inquires with an interested expression.
"I was never told. My mother is a crazy woman in an asylum. Claiming my birth was from God himself. I'd see bright earth shattering lights before. There would be an earsplitting pitch accompanying it. I've never figured out what it meant. My Uncle would just have guards take me to our panic room in the basement and claim it was part of a kidnapping plot to exploit money from him. I really don't know what to think. But I've never trusted my Uncle," she looks away from him and glances around at the drab artwork.
With a concerned look, Sam stared at Gracie's distracted face. Questions rolled through Sam's thoughts.
"I'm sorry about your mom. I really am," Sam says with sincerity.
Grace looks back at Sam, her eyes softening. "Thank you."
"Is that why you're here? Running from your Uncle?" Sam sits down next to her on the bed.
"Y-yes," Grace stutters out while continuing to play with the trim of her hoodie.
"You don't have to tell me why. I just noticed you seemed pretty scared of that man that passed us on the sidewalk," he claims, leaning over his knees and rests his elbows on them.
Grace looks away and pulls her legs up to her body, wrapping her arms around them. She rests her head on her knees.
"Hey. I didn't mean to make you upset," Sam says and rests a hand on her shoulder, his expression full of sympathy.
Grace twists her head to face Sam. She bites her lip with her tongue flickering out, thinking what to say. His hazel eyes travel to her mouth, eyes darkening at the sight of her soft pink tongue and white teeth against plush full lips. What is it about this girl? Sam thinks to himself.
Their eye shine at one another. Very slowly she holds up her hand, a silent gesture to hold up his hand too. Her large hoodie sleeve rolls down the length of her arm to reveal dark bruises on her wrists. Sam's eyes drift to the bruises. His eyebrows raise as he gently grasps her forearm.
"Who did this to you, Grace?" His face darkening.
SLAM!
The front door crashes open with a shadowy figure in the doorway.
"Well don't we look cozy with one another. Already past the introductions? God Sam. Thought you'd wait for a little more time with this one," a sarcastic, yet ominous voice says from the entrance.
Bet ya know who that is! Or do you? DO I? Maybe. Sorry if this wasn't THAT interesting of a chapter. I figured I had to hint at some backstory. Any questions you can ask in reviews or private message me. If you wanna find me on tumblr, my name is agglemou. Only if you aren't above lots and lots of Destiel and a sense of humor. Yes I am Destiel trash. Castiel is also onnn the way!