HE'S BACK. BACK. ONCE AGAIN. 'GAIN. I tried VERY hard on this chapter and it's not even that long. This is just how my brain works. Hopefully it's appreciated. Seemed like a longer scene in my head. Good luck!
Ruby quickly releases Gracie and let's her fall to the tub in a heap.
She then runs out of the room.
Okay. Rude. Slut monster strikes again.
Grace raises herself up on wobbly legs. She feels like a newborn fawn. I'm being hunted too, fawns, just like you. I now have a new appreciation for their species. Great now I'm talking to baby deer. Is this part of the whole eventual kidnapping psyche problem thing? Nah. I've always been a barrel short of the brewery.
She grips the edge of the tub for support and lifts onto the dirty tiled floor. With lighting speed, she puts on her black underwear and Sam's flannel shirt.
She stands and hears commotion outside the bathroom. Deep voices. A struggle.
Gracie slowly slides the door open an inch to look out of. Her heart nearly stops beating.
Dean. He's beautiful. How can a man be beautiful? Wonder if he also has a demon girlfriend he brought back from Hell…
Grace shakes her head. Don't be ridiculous.
She can't stop staring. His eyes so green. Body tall yet muscled. He looks so…so normal. Like in her dreams. How could he be back from Hell and look so damn good?
Shouldn't they be hugging? Isn't this a miracle of a reunion?
Sam's looking at Dean up and down, as if in disbelief. Grace flits her eyes around the room. There's another man here. Older. Their Dad? Another hunter? He seemed to have some authority over them. As she glanced around some more, she noticed Ruby was no where to be seen. Where'd she go? Shouldn't she be here?
She tried to look closer into their attached kitchen. The door creaked ever so slightly forward as she leans against it.
"Ah!"
Grace lands onto the floor with a thud. She groans and feels the air touching her bare legs and stomach. Her shirt rolled down her back and now her barely covered ass was hanging in the air. Nice entrance, Grace.
She hears the pounds of footsteps over to her and standing at her head.
"Well isn't this a sight," a chuckle bellows from him, "Two women, Sammy? Really? Is this broad even legal?" His voice is like honey cascading down your body. Grace shivers and sits up. Her shirt falls back to her body. She stares up at him with her bright blue eyes.
He bends down to her level and rests his arms on his knees, green eyes glittering to hers in deep contrast.
He gets a cocky grin and says, "As much as I liked the view, sweetheart, you're gonna have to vamoose." He holds up his hand and makes a fluttering gesture as if for her to leave.
Dean looks her straight in the eyes. Grace has a realization.
He doesn't recognize me.
Sam steps forward, puts an arm on Dean's shoulder.
"Ah…she can't," Sam says warily. He's in a white t-shirt now. Probably changed from all the gross demon sex! Ugh.
Dean looks at his brother with an odd expression. "Sure she can," he makes a walking motion with his two fingers, "And bam. Out the door."
Sam clears his throat and looks at Grace. "No, Dean. She has to stay. She's in danger."
Dean raises his eyebrows and purses his lips at Sam. "I'm sorry? Danger? What kind of danger? Why is this our problem?"
Sam looks to be stumbling over his words. "She…"
Grace stands up and steps forward. "My family's after me," Gracie stutters out, looking at Dean.
Dean's eyes narrow when he catches her stare. "What's up with your eyes? You some kind of junkie?"
Gracie's face contorts. "No! They're chemical burns I was told."
"You were told?" Dean turns to Sam, "Sammy? What's with this chick?"
Grace stomps over in front of Sam, between Dean and him.
"This "chick" can speak for herself!" Grace wails, as she walks up and pokes Dean in the chest. Well, you certainly haven't missed any workout sessions in Hell. Does he even workout or is this natural? At least he said my ass was nice…. Grace shakes her head
Dean stares down at Grace, smirking. He wraps a hand around her poking finger. "Someone's got some fire."
She swats his hand away from her own. Her eyes lock with his. "More than you know."
The older gentleman walks up slowly.
"Sorry to interrupt, kids, but shouldn't we figure out how Dean's on the level with the living and breathing?"
Sam scratches the back of his head. "Uh yeah. Lemme just grab my stuff," he says while letting out a breath.
"And Sam?" the scruffy looking man asks, grabbing Sam's arm.
He crooks his thumb out and points behind himself at Grace as Sam looks at him.
"Get the girl some pants. You were raised better than that goddammit. Your momma would be rolling over in her grave to treat a woman like that," he says with a stern southern voice.
"Bobby. She's not a normal woman."
Bobby slaps the back of Sam's head. "Doesn't matter!"
Sam sheepishly goes to his bag and takes out a pair of Ruby's black shorts. He throws them to Grace.
She looks him straight in the eyes. "Thanks, Sam." Her eyes glint right at him as if to ask: should I tell them you locked me up with your demon girlfriend too?
Sam knows she could if she wanted to. But she doesn't. Why?
She just slips on Ruby's shorts and settles on the bed, her white hair flowing around her.
They don't need to know the exact parameters of her and Sam's relationship. They might just kill her on the spot instead of hold her against her will like Sam and Ruby. Not like she had anywhere else to go though. I just wonder why Dean doesn't recognize me…and yet I recognize him. What happened to him? Why is he back?