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The next month was pure hell. Ruby and Sam dragged Grace's less than enthused self from state to state across the U.S. They'd leave to do whatever it is that they do and lock her up in the bathroom, chained to the pipes. Grace noticed Sam would almost be unable to stand by the time they got back.
She'd also needed clothes. Sam gave her his shirt to sleep in and made Ruby buy Grace some essentials.
She'd never imagined life this way. Yet if given the choice, she would much rather be sitting around on a dirty linoleum bathroom floor awaiting the arrival of two blood sucking freaks than be anywhere near her Uncle's mansion.
It was the beginning of August. The air was still hot and humid. Grace honestly wasn't sure what state they were in. She hadn't been paying attention. She had a sneaky suspicion they've been drugging the food they gave her. Whatever. It helps sleep take her far from her captors.
Grace would still dream of Sam's brother. Dean. They'd mentioned him multiple times. Never stopping the relentless hunt for him and Grace's hidden secrets.
His sharp green eyes would calm her on the spot. As if nothing could hurt her. She would call to him, but her words would just be air. They'd just sit. Totally content with each other's warm presence.
It wouldn't last though. One of them would always be pulled away eventually. Whether it was her being woken up or him resuming consciousness in Satan's playground.
Dean. She knew his name. But she didn't know him. She didn't feel worthy of even trying to call him his given name. The saddest part was knowing that she'd probably never have the chance to meet him in person. Dreams can only take someone so far.
Grace droned out of her slumber on the lumpy motel room bed. This room had a certain flare that Grace liked. It felt homey. Unlike anything she'd ever lived in before. Compact. Just enough space if not too little.
Her eye blinked rapidly as she gazed through her pale lashes. Sam was sitting on the couch a few feet from the bed. Ruby was nowhere to be found. She smacked her lips together, realizing her immediate thirst.
"Hey, Sam?" she asked, her words hoarse from sleep.
Sam glances up from his book. "Yeah?"
"I could really use some water," Grace says, struggling against her bound hands, "I'm not sure I'll be able to get a drink like this."
Sam steps over to her. His hulking frame bends down and begins to untie her with a serious expression.
"Um. Sam? Why are you untying me?" she asks in wonder. Freedom.
She rubs her wrists and sits up on the bed.
Sam goes to the small kitchenette, grabs a coffee mug and fills it with water. He hands her the cup and their fingers brush against one another. Just slightly. His skin looks almost a dark tan compared to her overly pale skin. Her red rimmed eyes gaze up at him and she shivers. Why does he effect me so much?
She takes a sip of water and sighs in pleasure at the thirst quenching satisfaction.
"How are the bruises? Gone yet?" Sam questions her.
Her eyes flicker over to him. "They would be if I weren't chained up 24/7."
Sam rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the hardwood floor.
"You know it's just a precaution, right?" he asks her, almost hopeful she'll understand.
"Sam, I haven't given you anything. The only reason I'm here is for Ruby to figure out a way to auction me off back to my Uncle when I'm out of information. I've told you all I know. There's nothing else," Grace exclaims, setting down the mug and then pulls down Sam's plaid shirt she wore for the day. It was blue and matched Grace's eyes delicately. She turns to face him on the bed, reaching out and touches his muscled arm, then lets her hand fall.
"I'm not going to let Ruby take you back to your Uncle. She knows why you're here and it's not for her monetary benefit," Sam shrugs while saying. Today he wore a black t-shirt and dark jeans. Gracie couldn't help, but think of how his shoulders filled the shirt. A body like a Greek god…I'd worship any god that looked like you.
Grace flits her eyes from his painfully luscious body to his truly remarkable hazel eyes. Now's a good time as ever.
"Sam, I've had dreams about you and your brother. Before I met you," she says quickly as if to lessen the blow.
Sam's eyebrows knit together, his heart beating faster. "What?"
"W-when I was living back in my Uncle's mansion, I would have recurring dreams of you and Dean. I didn't know who you were. But, I believe someone important wanted me to meet you."
She reaches out for his arm. Sam looks down, processing.
"And you didn't tell me this before, why?"
Grace held up her hands in front of her between them and scooted back to the headboard. She then starts to play with the edge of Sam's blue plaid shirt she's wearing.
"I wanted to make sense of it first," Grace blurts out.
Sam takes in a deep breath, looking down at the floor. He turns his head and stares at her huddled form. His eyes soften as he sees her fingers shamelessly crumpling the edge of his shirt she was in.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Grace," he calmly states and crawls next to Grace against the headboard, "I want you to trust me. Do you still have these dreams?"
She notices how small she feels next to him. Remember what he does, Grace. The blood. With Ruby. He's not your knight in shining armor. No one is.
Taking a gulp, Grace bites her lip and says, "I still dream of your brother. Dean."