Sorry for the later update! Lemme just tell you though. It's going to get so much more intense. I had a break through while waiting for my dog to pee. Weird time I know but that's the fun of writing! Reviews are loved by yours truly! Thank you and have a fun weekend! :)
Castiel left soon after their encounter. With a flutter of his wings, he was gone.
That only left Dean and Grace to carry Bobby's unconscious body back to the car.
They meet up with Sam at an old junkyard that Dean claims is Bobby's home.
Cars coat the lot like a mechanic's dream. They're in all shapes and sizes.
Once inside the house, Dean advises that they get some shut eye.
They let Bobby sleep off whatever Castiel bestowed on him while they slept in the upstairs bedrooms.
Grace couldn't help but feel a little cold without the boys by her side.
Sam arrives in the early morning. Grace is in the kitchen making herself some coffee with difficulty.
Why are these things so complicated? I need a keurig.
Finally hitting the right button, the machine starts brewing and the wonderful coffee aroma flows throughout the room.
Grace didn't get much sleep. She tossed and turned, nervous that Castiel or some other supernatural creature would follow her to her dreams again. Coffee was very necessary this morning.
Sam trudges in and drops his duffle. He comes into the kitchen and sits at the kitchen table. He lets out a breath.
"Hey," he bellows out.
Grace turns and offers him a cup of coffee.
"Thanks."
"So…with Ruby?" She asks, hopping onto the counter while mixing her sugar in the coffee. Her bare legs swish back and forth.
"Yeah. But not how you think. She wants me to tell Dean just as much as you do," Sam says, trying to justify.
Grace snorts and takes a sip on her coffee, makes a face and adds more sugar. "Riiiight. Cuz all good demons want that. Do you even know what your brother's been through while you were off with hell slut?"
Sam sighs and runs a hand through his locks.
"Dean called me before he crashed and told me what he could. And you haven't even met any other demons besides Ruby! How would you know what they're like?"
"Because I know Hell. If you go there then you aren't a good person."
"What about Dean?" Sam asks, finishing his coffee.
Grace stares down into her cup. "God saved him, Sam. There can't be evil in that."
Sam looks over at Grace, his eyebrows furrow. "Hey. Are you okay?"
She bites her lip and looks down to the floor.
Sam stands up and walks up to her. He lifts her chin gently, the spark light and lingering this time. "Tell me, Grace. You don't have a poker face."
"I guess since I hold your secret. You should hold one of mine," she sighs and gazes straight into his hazel eyes. His pupils are normal. No demon blood today. Maybe I can trust him. Just a little.
"What is it?"
"Castiel…the angel, came to me in my dreams. He tried to convince me to have Dean trust him. I'm not sure why. Do you know?"
Sam's face turns perplexed. "You didn't tell Dean this?"
Grace shakes her head. "I wasn't sure I could."
A sudden grumble booms from the study.
"Morning, kids."
A sleepy Bobby emerges and stalks over to the coffee pot, yawning. Taking his cup, he walks back to his desk and pops a squat. He opens a book and starts reading into Angels.
Grace snickers to herself and her head falls forward to Sam's chest. She leans against him and his hands fall to her back. He strokes her back softly and gives her a light squeeze.
"You're going to be alright, Grace. I promise. We'll figure this out."
Dean woke up an hour or so later. Soon after, Dean and Sam start throwing ideas and theories back and forth in the kitchen about their new "friend", Castiel. Grace stayed out of it. She had to catch up on all things supernatural. Bobby gave her a pile nearly as tall as herself to read through and absorb.
"You two knuckle heads wanna keep arguing religion or do you wanna take a look at this?"
They quickly walk to Bobby's desk. Grace hops up too and stands between them.
"I got stacks of lore, biblical, pre-biblical, some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."
"What else?"
"What else what?"
"What else can they do?"
"Airlifting your ass outta the hot box? Far as I can tell, nothing."
Dean's lips purse, becoming more discouraged.
"Dean this is good news," Sam says hopefully.
"How?" Dean answers quick.
"Because for once this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean maybe you were saved by one of the good guys."
"Okay," Dean nods, "Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"
Disbelief spreads over his face.
"At this point, biggest money's on yeah," Bobby grumbles to him.
"I dunno, guys," Dean shakes his head and turns away.
Grace walks back into the kitchen to get a glass of water. How do they do this? Deal with the unknown day in and day out.
Then she hears…
"Why me? I'm just a regular guy."
Dean. Doesn't he know what he's worth? I've seen him in action. He cares so deeply for everyone's safety around him. Selfless. Brave. Castiel was right to question Dean's own self worth of him. He needs to learn just how important he is. To everyone. To their future. To our future.
Dean surmised that if he had to research angels then he wanted pie so Sam went out for "pie". Grace knew exactly what he was actually doing. And her name starts with 'R'.
Dean and Grace stayed back and studied their various subjects. Supernatural findings probed many questions from Grace. When she asked Dean her questions, he claimed that the real world element helps understand life's grueling creatures with more understanding. Not in those words, but that's what Grace got from it.
"Not that I'm going to let you get too close to any supernatural baddies," he finishes with a playful nudge.
After awhile, Bobby comes in with a fuss about his hunter friend, Alice, not answering her phone.
They're loading up the car when Sam gets back.
Bobby idles up to the Impala and explains they're all going to check it out and make sure Alice is okay.
Grace hops into the middle seat up front when Sam scoots over for Dean to take the driver's seat.
They go off to Alice's place in separate vehicles, Bobby up front.
The boys bust through the door with Bobby yelling out her name, only to find her laid out on the ground, insides strewn about.
Grace holds the back of her hand to mouth at the sight.
Bobby storms out of the room, making the boys concerned.
Dean steps up to Grace. "Can't you do your whole healing voodoo here?"
Grace kneels down to her and rests a careful hand on her arm. Nothing. No sense of a soul, life…nothing.
She shakes her head at Dean. He turns around and runs a hand over his face. Sam holds a hand out to Grace and helps her up, a tingling spark vibrating through them. He squeezes her hand in reassurance. Grace answers him with a sad smile.
Dean starts rooting through her things in the closet.
The boys talk amongst themselves about it being a possible spirit that could have done the killing. Grace drifts in and out of the conversation, her focus on the body below them.
If only I could have saved you.
She was beginning to get a greater understanding of why the boys and Bobby did this. To save people from the unknown. Grace had seen enough criminal mystery shows to know the wounds on this woman was personal.
What the boys fought against was real and dangerous. And she was anxious to become a greater part of it.