Next chapter! So I tried to get the wording correct from the show. If I got anything wrong, forgive me! It'll all be okay! I'm so proud at how fast this one got out! It's a lot of fun to write these.
A few hours into the drive, a conversation arose.
"There's still one thing that bothered me," Dean pronounces.
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
Grace bites her lip. Oh no.
"Yeah. The night that I bit it, got bit, how'd you make it out? That little bitch was gonna kill you." Who are they talking about?
"Well, she tried. She couldn't."
"What do you mean she couldn't?"
"She fired this like burning light at me and…didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something."
"Immune?"
"Yeah. I dunno who was more surprised. Her or me. She left pretty fast after that."
"Huh. What about Ruby? Where's she?" Dean asks, looking over at Sam.
Grace's own eyes glances Sam's way.
Seems like the perfect time to me.
"Dead. For now," Sam answers with a look in the distance of outward disgust. He gives Grace a sideways glance. Don't say a word.
Grace's eyes bulge out at Sam. What are you doing?
Dean licks his lips, processing.
"So you been using your uhh freaky ESP stuff?"
"What? No."
"Sure about that?" Dean questions while looking over at him.
Freaky ESP? What?
"Well I mean now that you got immunity. Whatever the hell that is. Just wondering what other kinda weirdo crap you got going on."
Grace intakes her breath and it causes Dean to glance over at her.
Sam sees him looking over at Grace and says in an outburst, "Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish," Sam exclaims with a disbelieving face.
How could he lie like that?
"Yeah well, let's keep it that way," Dean answers back firmly.
After moments of silence, Grace's eyes started to droop. The ugly claw of darkness was taking her to dreamland it seemed. She's out within seconds.
Dean hears her slight snoring and sighs. He looks back at her and shrugs.
"At least one of us gets some shut eye. When did you find twinkle toes back there again?" Dean asks and points a thumb back at Grace.
"Uhh, about a month back we came across each other. Saw she was in trouble," Sam says holding up a hand.
"So what's her story?"
"Did you not listen back at the motel?" Sam questions.
Dean shrugs his shoulders. "Sure. Just give me a little more to go on here."
Sam runs a hand through his hair. "Fine. All I know is that her Uncle did some messed up thing to her and she took off. Now he's out looking for her," Sam sighs out.
"This one guy is after her? Just some creepy family member?"
"No. He's apparently loaded and has guys all over the country, searching. I also figured out that there's a bounty on her if she's returned to him. Alive," Sam remarks, turning to look out the window into the trees of darkness.
"How'd you figure that out?" Dean demands.
Sam swiftly turns his head back. "People. I looked into her, okay? Uncle doesn't seem like a very nice guy."
Dean stares back at him, disbelieving.
"He hurt her, Dean," Sam utters, his face turning serious, "When I found her, she had bruises on her wrists. She acted paranoid. Still can be. He did something to her. Something that made her think that running off on her own was the only option."
Dean's mouth forms into a line, his hands tighten on the wheel in rage.
"We gonna kill the bastard?"
Sam leans back in his seat and flits his eyes over to see Grace's calm, sleeping form.
"I don't know yet."
Grace wakes up with a start. She reels up and finds herself still in the backseat of the Impala. She looks up to the front seat and no one's there.
Where'd they run off to?
She glances to the outside of the car. We're in a neighborhood. Looks pretty pleasant.
Birds chirped. The sun was out. No Sam or Dean. Not even Bobby.
She twists her body 360 degrees, clutching the car upholstery. Still no boys.
Ahhhh!
Gracie's eyes widen and whips her head to the sound of the blood-curtling scream.
She bites her lip anxiously. That doesn't sound good. Do I go in? Yes? No? Yes!
Grace hops out of the car, slamming the car door behind her. She runs as fast as her legs can take her, nearly tripping as she enters.
To her horror, there's a woman in Bobby's arms with her eyes seared out.
The psychic.
She gasps involuntarily at the sight and holds a hand to her mouth. How could this happen?
Sam and Dean both whip their heads at her, worry on their faces.
Dean turns back to the psychic. I can't believe I'd just been playfully bantering with her. Only for this to happen. Because of me.
"Sam, take Grace back to the car," he ordered.
Sam rose up, obviously at a loss with the situation.
"No! I…I can help her," Grace sputters out.
Dean raises an eyebrow and looks at Sam for an indication. "How?"
Sam shrugs innocently.
Grace leans down onto her knees. She glances up at Bobby with pleading blue eyes.
"May I hold her?" She asks Bobby.
"I don't think you can do anything. We have to get her to a hospital," Bobby answers.
Grace inches closer to Bobby and Pam.
"Please, Bobby," Grace pleaded, "I'll make her well."
Bobby grumbles, "You better be telling the truth."
Bobby holds Pam's head up as Grace moves closer. She settles under Pam's head and holds it gently between her hands.
Grace blows out a deep breath, closing her eyes.
Her eyes burst open with a grayish-blue light.
Sam, Dean, and Bobby all squint at the sudden blinding light. It's unlike anything they've ever seen before.
Her eyes close and she collapses to the floor with a thud. Sam rushes to her side.
He takes her pulse. She's fine. Thank god.
He looks over at Dean to say she's okay, but stops to see both him and Bobby staring down at Pam. He shifts his eyes to her and sees…her eyes. They're back. As if…nothing hurt her. Bobby's lifting her eyelids with his thumbs, checking each eye. Pam's out cold too it seems.
Sam stares down at Grace, limp in his arms. He rests a hand on her cheek in amazement. What are you?
Do ya know what she is?