Next chapter is right down there! Keep reading! We're so close! Girl, Interrupted is on. I'm currently watching! Misha! Hoorayy. I love Angelina Jolie. Soo this chapter took some tinkering. Again, not everything is exactly like on the show obviously. If you have a problem then move on! This is how I want it to be. Read on!
Sam's eyes bulge from his head.
"What?!" As quick as a flash of lighting, Sam grabs onto Grace's arms, gripping her small frame to the bed.
"Where is he?! Is he okay?!" Sam's voice boomed through the motel room, shaking Gracie, inside and out.
"I-I don't know, Sam! We can't talk in the dreams. Something always pulls us back to consciousness," Grace yells, biting her lip after.
Sam blinks down at Grace in disbelief. "Dean's dead."
"I don't think he is, Sam," Grace says in a whisper, "How else would I have contacted him?"
Sam tightens his grip on her arms, leaning his weight down on top of her. His mouth nears her ear.
"Don't lie to me. My brother's in Hell," Sam growls down at her, raising his head.
"Hell? As in where Ruby's from?" Grace asks, going completely still.
Sam's hair hangs down above Grace's pale face. He shifts his long legs around her hips and legs, then glances down at her imprisoned form. Their chests heaving together from exertion.
"Yeah. Where Ruby's from," he spits out as if the question were ridiculous.
Grace's eyes shift to his with a pleading look.
"Sam I really didn't know. I didn't even think Hell was real. I should have. But I didn't. I'm sorry. We can't speak in my dreams. We just sit in comfortable silence," Grace says with a worried expression. I should have realized Hell existed. No wonder Sam wants him brought back. I'd be miserable too; stuck with a bunch of Ruby-like demons for all eternity.
She starts to squirm underneath Sam. She feels the brush of his jeans on her bare legs.
"Sam?" She whimpers, trying to twist her wrists from his grip.
Sam blinks and quickly releases her arms, leaning on his hands. She lowers her arms and tries to shimmy out from under him.
He doesn't even notice. Her eyes are mesmerizing to him. So bright yet clashing to the red rims. Where did she come from? Why even dream about two random hunter brothers when one isn't even top side?
He raises his hand and gently pushes a white lock from her face. She seems so fragile. Like a china doll…with too many things that could break her. Including me.
His eyes drift down to her lips. She involuntarily bites her lip while staring at his eye movement. His mouth breathes hotly on her cheek.
"Sam," she breathes out, repeating. She reaches out her hand and rests it on his chest.
His pupils are pin-points. He's on demon blood right now.
She clutches onto his shirt and tries to shake him. His hand rests on her bared stomach, nearly spanning her entire waist. Her eyes start to glow and a flash of light slams at Sam.
"Sam!" She yells, arching her back and moving her legs to get away. A feverish spark lights between them; then the glow starts to fade.
Sam squints down, blinking rapidly and sees her scared shimmering eyes staring up at him. Her cheeks flushed. He sits up immediately. Shit. What'd I just do?
"I-I'm sorry, Grace," he stammers out, holding a hand to his head, "I really am." He runs a nervous hand through his hair.
Grace raises herself up, looking down. Sam's shirt that had ridden up falls back to her hips. Her bottom lip was raw from biting.
"It's okay, Sam," she murmurs and crawls over and puts a hand on his denim covered knee, "You can't hurt me."
She then hops up off the bed and runs to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
She leans back against it and takes a deep breath. Her entire body is on fire. She tries to regulate her breathing and have her heart slow to a normal rate. Grace turns to the sink and looks into the mirror. Her hair is sticking up, face pink from straining against Sam. She splashes some cold water on her warm cheeks.
As she raised her head, she hears a door slam. Still catching her breath, she leans into the door, listening.
Ruby's back. She heard mumbles. A moan. Growling. Oh god. Not again. They're gonna have sex. Great. Great! Guess I can't leave the bathroom now.
She flits her eyes to the shower. I could use one of those. It'd calm me down.
Gracie quickly shed her clothes and hopped into the warm water. The bruises on her wrists were still visible. She washed her hair and body with the cheap motel shampoo and body wash.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened. Grace froze at the squeak of the door.
"H-hello?"
The shower curtain swishes to the side.
"Well hey there, Buttercup," Ruby stares at Grace, almost predatory.
She's in some see through red underwear and Sam's worn black t-shirt. Slut.
Gracie backs up to the tiled wall, gripping her hands over the surface.
Ruby takes a step forward, close to the tub.
Looking down at her nails, she says nonchalantly, "So Sam's gonna be down for a while. I really gave it to him good. Shouldn't be any interruptions for some much needed girl time. Don't you think, Grace?" She says her name with such spite. As if I'm a bug for her to squash. Play with at first, but then squash.
"I could smell you on him, ya know?" Ruby's eyes pierce through her.
She slams into Grace against the tile, nearly cracking them to bits. Ruby leans her head in close to Grace's pale neck, her pulse beating off the charts.
"What happened, Grace?" She coaxes sinisterly.
"Listen. Ruby, I'm not looking for some sort of pissing match over Sam. If you wanted to know, maybe you should have talked to him instead of jumping on him like some territorial cat in heat," Grace exclaims, raising her head at Ruby.
Ruby's eyes widen and pushes Grace into the wall harder.
"You want him. I know you do," her face full of rage.
Jagged, broken tile digs into Grace's back. She bites her lip at the pain. The wounds won't heal with something in the way. Ruby knows it.
Knock knock!
Ruby and Grace glance at each other, eyebrows raised.
Someone's at the door.
I hope you know who's there! Party crashers!