My oh my. So I wanna say again that my story is not totally following the show. At some points, yes. Others have my twists in them. My AKF shirts have been made! Hopefully yours have too! #AlwaysKeepFighting!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's not coming with us," Dean exclaims, waving his arms in a outward 'X' fashion.
"She has to, Dean. She has nowhere else to go," Sam says with a sigh and chucks another shirt in his duffle in anger.
Dean runs a hand over his face. "Sam, Bobby? Can I talk to you in the kitchen? Now," Dean tightly says.
They walk over to the kitchen and start speaking in hushed whispers. Grace bites her lip and leans against the wall.
"…you here?"
"…Lilith…"
"Found her…"
"Her Uncle…bruises…"
"…busted out…"
"…demon…"
"…psychic few hours…"
"Worth a shot."
And then the conversation halted.
Grace looks up, trying not to seem like she was listening in.
Who's Lilith? Another demon girlfriend? Psychics are real?
Bobby bolts for the door, phone in hand. Sam and Dean start talking to each other again and Sam hands over a necklace. What is that?
Both Winchesters then stare upon Grace.
She pushes off the wall, still biting her lip. She starts to play with the edge of Sam's shirt under their intense scrutiny.
"You can stay with us. Until we get you somewhere safe," Dean finally grunts out.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna hit the head real quick. Don't fall and flash Sam till I get back," he says with a wink and goes into the bathroom.
Grace's eyes glance over to Sam, her cheeks flushed from Dean's comment. He takes a step forward.
"Soo…Sam. Where's Ruby? Why the disappearing act?" Grace questions, eyeing him up and down and crossing her arms.
Her crystal blue eyes shine up at him, lip pursed. His body stiffens.
"Don't say one word about Ruby, Grace," Sam says with a frown, "Not to Dean. Not to Bobby."
"Why shouldn't I? They should know what you've been up to. What I've been subjected to," she challenges while cocking her hip out to one side.
Sam's eyes flame down at Grace's words.
"Grace. Remember what I said?" Sam says through gritted teeth.
"Which you? Demon juice savage Sam or the normal Sam?" she asks, snarkily.
Sam lets out a puff of air from his lungs. "I promised I'd protect you from your Uncle. I'll continue to do so, but only if you let me tell Dean and Bobby when the time is right."
"And when'll that be? Never?" Grace questions. He won't be able to hide his demons for long. Literal demons.
"That's for me to decide," he says putting an hand on her shoulder.
Grace glances at his hand on her, then swings her head back to his own and raises an eyebrow.
"They don't…ya know," Grace makes a chugging motion and licks her lips.
Sam shakes his head hurriedly and says louder than expected, "No!" Then whispers harshly again, "No."
Grace holds a slight smirk at his outburst. "Someone's a rebel then."
He gives Grace a serious look and lets his hand drop from her shoulder. "Stop. Just don't say anything."
"Fine. But just so you know, I like normal Sam better," Grace says grinning.
All of the sudden, the bathroom door bursts open. Grace automatically sidesteps behind Sam's large back, clutching the back of his shirt and hiding her face.
"Hey. You uh…ready to go?" Dean asks, eyes dancing from Sam to the space behind him, head slightly cocked in confusion, while throwing his used hand towel on one of the beds.
"Yeah. We're good," Sam calmly states.
Bobby walks back and puts his phone in his pocket.
"You idjits done messing around? We got work to do," he says turning around and out the motel door.
Sam grabs Grace by the wrist and swings her in front of him. He picks up his duffles, one of each shoulder.
"Alright. Let's go."
Grace catches Dean's stare. His face is contorted like he's figuring out some wild mystery in his head.
"What?" She asks him and bites her lip.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Trying to place you. I'm sure I'd remember you though," he sighs out with a slight grin.
Sam's face turns to stone at Dean's comment.
"You've met a lot of girls, Dean. Now let's go," Sam angrily spits out while grabbing Grace roughly by the arm and pulling her forward with him.
Grace looks back at Dean as he's following them out; his face still contorted and full of wonder.
Is he remembering our dreams together?
They arrive at the cars and Dean's expression soon turns giddy like a child's.
"She's about four hours down the interstate. Try to keep up," Bobby cries to them while getting in his own vehicle.
"Assuming you'll wanna drive?" Sam asks, his smile returning slightly.
Dean chuckles, "I almost forgot," he runs a hand down the car's hood, "Hey, sweetheart, ya miss me?" Grace can't help, but notice he's practically glowing.
He opens the door and climbs into the driver's seat and let's out a sigh of happiness while caressing the wheel.
What a whack job.
Grace settles into the backseat, eyes drifting to each of the men before her.
Sam settles into his own passenger seat.
Dean's face turns hard at Sam with a scowl.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asks pointing to the contraption before him.
"That's an iPod jack," Sam says with a smile.
"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up."
Grace smirks. Definite whack job.
"Dean, I thought it was my car."
They exchange glances. One angrier than the other.
He revs the engine on and a sappy song plays through the car.
Dean looks over, annoyed. "Really?"
Sam shrugs.
Dean turns to Grace and questions, "You were okay with this crap?"
Grace leans forward and looks at Sam. "I didn't really have much of a choice when it came to music selections."
Sam clears his throat.
Dean snaps the iPod out of the docking station and chucks it into the backseat, nearly hitting Grace.
Rude.
He then reverses and follows Bobby out of the parking lot.
There was a long silence before Grace decided to speak.
"So…who's Bobby to you guys? Another hunter?"
Sam sighs and says simply, "Yeah he's another hunter."
Dean looks over at him with a slack jaw and punches Sam in the arm.
"Ow! What?" Sam asks incredulously while rubbing his sure-to-bruise arm.
"Bobby is a damn good hunter. Basically raised us. He knows all there is to know about supernatural baddies," Dean confidently states while giving Sam the evil eye.
"Where's your real dad then?" Grace asks.
Sam glances over at Dean and Dean flattens his mouth to a grim line.
"Dead," they both say in unison.
"I'm sorry. He was a hunter too I'm assuming?" Grace questions them, laying back in the backseat.
"Yeah. Family business," Sam utters.
"Now, what's with the twenty questions? I don't even know your name. Nice job with introductions, Sammy."
"Oh! Dean. Grace. Grace. Dean," Sam sighs out, holding up his hands as if it's ridiculous.
Dean raises up his own hand to the backseat for Grace to shake it. Crap.
Grace hesitantly reaches her arm up and slides her small hand into Dean's larger one.
A spark shoots through from Grace to Dean.
"Ah! Dammit. Did you just shock me?" Dean growls out, whipping his head back for a second.
"Maybe. Sorry, Dean," Grace says, while shooting her eyes up to look at Sam's face in the rearview.
He seemed surprised, but solemnly stares back into Grace's big blue eyes. Why were they so affected by her touch?
Does anyone know what Grace is? I hope you have an idea. I don't want you to feel tricked! Or maybe I do! Do you like the SamxOC dynamic? How about that DeanxOC dynamic? Sorry if you love Bobby. I cut him down a bit in this chapter! Oopsy. Updates in a few days!