Hope you like this chapter! It's shorter than I wanted yet again. Sooo is anyone else super distraught over Misha Collins getting mugged? I am so upset. He's a gift to this world. Enjoy the read! Review please!
Dean and Sam soon go to check on another hunger in the area. Dean called and finds he's not answering.
Bobby seems to be quietly distraught after seeing Alice's body. We let him separate to investigate more hunter's safety.
Grace sighs while sitting in the car, waiting for the boys to finish inspecting their hunter friend's home. She was told to wait in the car. At least until it's safe. Dean's words.
She plays nervously with the edge of Sam's plaid shirt she's wearing. She picked a light green one this time.
I'm really regretting not packing more clothes. Maybe Sam still stashed some of Ruby's somewhere…
The boys step outside the home with grave expressions on their faces.
That's not good.
Gracie bites her lip, anticipating the worst.
Dean's on the phone with Bobby. She hears him explaining their friend is no more. Ripped up just like Alice. He says they'll be heading back soon and hangs up.
"You're driving, Sammy. I need some shut eye," Dean says gruffly, throwing the keys to Sam.
Grace scoots back to her middle seat and feels them both get in beside her, the Impala's doors squeaking open and shut.
Sam revs her up and takes off.
The drive to the aforementioned gutted hunter was a long one and Sam rolls them up to an old gas station for a fill up.
Dean's asleep next to Grace, leaning against the car door. She'd been pretty on edge about being in the public eye again. Her susceptibility to her Uncle's goons were alarmingly high being out in the open.
Sam leans down in the driver's window and whispers, "Hey. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and wash up. You okay here?"
Grace looks over at Dean's sleeping form and gives Sam a shrug. He smirks at her and runs off to the bathroom.
She leans back in the seat and glances around the car, head twisting from side to side.
Dead silence besides Dean's snoring. Good.
Dean grumbles next to her in his sleep.
Feeling content, she lets her eyes shut from their struggle to stay open.
It feels like sheer moments before Grace's eyes burst open at the sound of a struggle.
Sam.
Grace looks down to find herself leaning against Dean.
Not again!
She glances down at his arm snaked around her waist. Huffing at the weight against her and with the urgency of the sounds from Sam's struggle, she twists herself to straddle Dean's knee. A happy groan emits from him and pulls her hard against him, trapping her arms.
Crap. Really? I gotta buy him a stuffed animal or something.
Hearing a loud crash, Grace decides she can no longer be gentle with this large sleeping bear of a man before her. Edging upward, she bites down with force on Dean's ear.
His eyes shoot open and Grace is crashing down below him on her back, blood on her lips. His hands hold her delicate arms above her, shining green eyes full of rage.
"Dean," Grace pants out in immediacy.
She points to the restroom with her eyes, struggling with his hold on her.
He releases her suddenly, alarm on his features and she sits up. He digs around for his shotgun and barrels out the door to save his brother.
Grace rubs her wrists and hops out of the Impala.
Like brother like brother. Dominating sons of bitches. Or I guess sons of a single bitch.
Shaking her head, she hops out of the vehicle and proceeds towards the boys in a rush.
A shot rings out amongst them.
She's stopped short to see them already walking out. Sam looks like he was attacked by a pack of wild coyotes.
"Sam!" Grace yells, reaching for him, anxious to heal his wounds.
"Whoa, whoa, lil miss vamp wannabe," Dean says with sarcasm.
He spins her around by the arm before she can reach Sam.
"No more biting to wake a guy up, okay?" He stipulates, holding her still.
"It woke you up, didn't it?" Grace says innocently.
Dean leans in close to her ear and whispers, his breath hitting her ear causing her to shiver, "I can think of a lot better ways to wake a guy up. Next time, I'll bite back. Now heal my brother so we can get to Bobby's."
With that, he turns back to the car. The air in front of her seems somehow momentously colder.
"Wait you don't want me to heal you?" Gracie yells to his back.
"Just take care of my brother. Battle wound, Twinkle Toes," he shouts back to her and gets in the Impala.
Grace turns to Sam, in a daze.
She looks up to his wounded face.
"Are you okay, Sam?" Grace asks with worry tracing her words.
Hair disheveled with clothes dirty and rumpled, he nods.
"You will be. I promise," Grace claims, two hands reaching for his face.
The spark shivers through them and Grace's eyes glow faintly.
Sam's healed completely. Not a bruise in place.
"Sam, maybe you should carry me back to the…" Grace mumbles as she falls forward into him.
Sam scoops her up, sighing. He stares down at her small porcelain frame and walks her back to the car.
Dean sees her passed out and jumps out of the car and opens the back door for his brother. Sam gently sets her down and gets in the passenger side with Dean taking his place up front at the wheel.
"You shouldn't have had her do that, Dean."
Dean glances at Grace's sleeping form in the rearview.
"She'll be fine. Needed some shut eye anyway. We have to be at our best in order to protect ourselves. Including her," he answers in a huff, "Besides, she bit my ear."
In sleep, Grace finds herself face to face with a certain angel of the Lord.
"You weren't supposed to find them yet."
"I'm sorry? What are you saying?" Grace questions, arms crossed.
Castiel steps a foot closer. "It was not foreseen that you would meet the Winchesters at this time."
"Are you telling me to leave? I thought I was some sort of pawn for you."
He gives her a confused look. "Pawn, no. Essential presence, yes. Unfortunately, there is no going back."
Grace quirks a brow at him. "Aren't you an angel? Can't you just send me back somehow?"
"Actually, yes. But I've been told at this point in our time table, there is no time left to dabble in," Castiel says gravely, "My apologies. You should have been closer looked after."
"Looked after? By who? I'm not a puppy that needs house-training here, Castiel!" Grace shouts, her heart pumping faster.
Somebody's been watching me?
"That is not mine to disclose."
"You are really testing my patience! Now give me some goddamn answers or I will kill any chances you have of using me and my "essential presence"! Got it?" Grace cries out, moving chest to chest with the angel.
Castiel's demeanor turns dark.
"It's time to wake up now."
"No! Castiel!" Grace wails.
I'm never gonna get a real answer. Not unless I find them myself.