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He's gonna find out. I can't stop him. Can I? Do I want to? Will they still protect me?
Grace tugs on Dean's leather jacket with a hardy pull.
"Dean, Dean…Dean!" Grace yells to him.
He abruptly turns around, crashing into Grace's small body. His mouth has formed a steady line of dismal suspicion.
Grace's hand drops and he steadies her wobbling frame by the shoulders.
He drops his hands and rubs a hand down his worn face.
"What, Grace?" He snaps at her, "You have something to say?!" His eyes glow with passions of the unknown.
He corners her against a rusty chain-link fence edging around an old brick building.
She shuffles backwards and bounces against it, the metal clanking through the cold night air.
Grace opens her mouth, frozen in fear and uncertainty.
Dean's eyes turn enraged even further at her hesitation. Her radiant blue eyes dance over his stubbled face.
"You better tell me, Grace! Or I will call Uncle Dearest on over here to pick up his prized little pony," he threatens and shifts closer, his entire body weighing into her. His hands lay against the chain-link fence and he slams them down with each sentence, giving her a shake.
Would he really do that? Turn me into that monster?
Grace shakily lifts a hand and grips onto the edge of his jacket. She pulls him closer and let's out a whimper. Her shoulders shake and she clutches onto him. She wraps her arms around him through his jacket, letting her tears fall.
Dean cautiously puts his arms around her, confused at her reaction.
Her voice muffled, she says, "I'm sorry, Dean."
He pulls at her hair and makes her face stare up at him with a heavy hand.
"Tell me what he's been doing, Grace. Why would an angel tell me to stop him?"
A few moments later…
Dean creeps out of the shadows.
"I wouldn't have believed her if I didn't just see it myself."
"Dean. Let me explain…"
Sam holds up the half-conscious man of whom had just been exorcized.
"Let me explain? I already know all there is to know," Dean gravely states, "Come 'ere, Grace."
He holds out an arm and waves her in from the door leading outside. Grace shuffles in the dark room, fearful of what would come. She gnaws at her lip with her arms timidly crossed over each other.
I'm sorry, Sam.
Sam's face turns grim, knowing she told Dean everything. His eyes fill with deep-rooted betrayal.
"Oh look, he brought Albino with him. Good to see you again, Dean," Ruby snarkily spits out.
"Ruby. I've heard all about what you've done," Dean says in a bittersweet tone. Suddenly, he rams his whole body into hers. He whips out his blade with her against the fence but Sam intercedes and grabs the knife from him. Sam's thrown at full force against the wall by Dean as he's flipped back against the fence by Ruby.
Pure hatred exceeds through Ruby towards Dean.
Before Grace can think of what to do Sam yells out to Ruby. "Ruby. Stop!"
She releases her hold on Dean's neck and he slips back to the floor.
"Well, aren't you an obedient little bitch?"
Ruby and Dean seethe at each other. Their eyes showing how truly they want to rip each other apart.
"Ruby…Ruby, he's hurt. Go," Sam commands of her.
She turns her back and lifts the unconscious gentleman off the floor.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean questions, breathing heavy.
"Dean. Let her go," Grace exclaims, idling up to him.
Dean rips his stare from Ruby, his eyes softening on Grace. His lips tighten. "Fine," he mumbles.
"Now who's the obedient little bitch," Ruby says lastly as she drags the man out the door.
Dean steps forward but Grace latches onto his hand with her own.
"Don't. She's not worth it," Grace calmly states. Although I want to rip her head off for that albino comment. Unnecessary. That Hell slut.
Grace's touch soothes Dean's initial response yet the anger from his brother's betrayal looms within him.
He gives Sam a disappointed glance and walks forward, pulling Grace along with him by the hand.
Sam calls after them.
"Dean. Grace."
Grace turns her head and gives his a gloomy stare. He returns it, features muddling through mixed emotions.
Walking out of the room, they arrive at the Impala.
Dean opens the creaky door forcefully and motions Grace to get in. She crawls into the passenger seat and Dean settles in the driver's side.
"Shouldn't we wait and talk to him?" Grace asks. Please?
Dean gives her a stony expression and pulls his hand from hers. He turns back to the road with the same look and shifts the car into gear, squealing out of the parking lot.
Guess not…Drama Dean.
"So what'll we do now?" Grace asks with trepidation.
"We are going to drink till we pass out. You good with that?" Dean questions, not taking his stormy eyes off the road.
Drinking…as in drunk… I-I don't get drunk! I've never even had a drink!
"Uhm, o-okay. Sounds good," Grace nods.
"Damn right."
Hours later…
Dean storms into the drafty motel room, Grace in his arms.
Sam shoots up from his seat at the table.
"What happened?" Sam asks in a panic.
"I'll tell you what happened. This girl has never had a real drink in her life and now she's plastered. Not that that should bother you," Dean claims and drops her onto the bed. She bounces in place and groans. Her near white hair is fanned out around her and she moves to her side.
"What?" Sam steps over to get to Grace's side, but Dean gets in front of him.
"No, no, Sammy. She told me what you did. Locking her up. Drugging her food? Chaining her to the bathroom floor?" Dean points to Grace in agitation, "She may have some weird ass powers but what right do you have to do that to her? Because Ruby said so?"
"No. Dean. You don't understand."
"Understand?!"
Sam turns away and gathers his thoughts.
He abruptly turns back. "We didn't know what she was."
"She's a runaway girl, Sam. Seems pretty unthreatening to me," Dean spits back.
Grace rolls over in a huff. Both Sam and Dean look at her. Her soft snores continue.
Dean runs a hand down his face. He stomps past Sam. "You aren't allowed anywhere near her. Got it? Not when your judgement is so out of whack."
"My judgement? My judgement is fine, Dean. In fact it's even better."
Dean lets out a bitter laugh. "Right. Me and Twinks are gonna hit the road."
He starts grabbing clothes and throwing them in his duffle.
"Dean, I've been helping people. I've been able to send demons back to Hell! Without killing the hosts!"
Dean turns to Sam and wails a punch at him. Sam holds his face from the impact.
"Done?" Sam half mumbles back.
Dean answers with another swing to Sam's face. "Now I'm done. For now."
Sam goes and spits out blood in the sink. Dean hears the water turn on and off.
Sam returns with a towel, drying off his face. "Dean I've saved more people in the last six months than we do in a year. You were gone. This is the only way I knew how to cope."
Dean sighs and sits next to Grace on the bed. Her sprawled form still snores softly.
Dean reaches over and runs a steady hand through her hair and away from her face.
"You know the sickest part of this is, Sam?"
Sam sits across from Dean on the adjacent bed. "Yeah?"
Dean solemnly stares down at Grace's innocent face. He strokes a thumb across her cheek.
"She still trusts you. She still cares about us. And I don't have a damn clue how."
Sam's ringtone echoes through the musty motel room.
"Hello?"
After a short conversation, he hangs up.
"That was Travis. He's got a job for us he needs help with in Carthage."
Carthage, Missouri~
Grace sits in backseat the Impala as they roar down the sunny Midwest street. She holds a hand to her head. A major headache formed after her spout of drinking with Dean.
Never again.
She couldn't tell what had happened but the guys seemed to be getting along okay. She still could sense some edginess within their words.
"Hey, can we stop up here? I need juice," Grace grumbles out.
"Juice?" Dean questions.
"Uh yeah! I think I need sugar," Grace answers, staring him down from the back.
Running on empty here.
Sam glances over at Dean. He catches both of their looks and raises his hands in defeat.
"Fine! We'll stop up here," he says, motioning to the sign that states the nearest gas station.
They pull in to the somewhat busy gas station. Dean parks and they hop out of the car. Grace stretches her aching muscles with the sun beating down on her.
She'd changed into different shorts and a red plaid shirt of Dean's earlier that day.
The three walk into the store and Grace bolts for the refrigerated beverage section. Her face lights up when she sees her favorite fruit punch flavor.
As she races to it, a heavy-set man with a slew mystery stains upon him spins around and rams right into her, his open scalding coffee spilling all over her.
"Ah!" Grace shuffles backward at the impact.
Hot! So hot!
"Come on, lady. Watch it!" The man yells.
While shuffling, Grace's back bumps into a warm, hard surface.
"There a problem?"
Sam.
Sam's hand wraps around her shoulder and steadies her from behind.
The man takes in Sam's size and gives him a once over. His face changes more somber.
"Nah. Just a little mix up," the guy answers, pasting on a smile.
He quickly goes back over to the coffee maker and refills his spilt cup.
Grace crooks her head upward and grins at Sam.
"Thanks, Sam," Grace mutters.
Sam rubs her shoulder and smiles back.
"Don't mention it, Gracie."
"I'm going to go try to wash some of this out in the bathroom. Tell Dean!" Grace walks forward and instantly misses his warm body against hers.
She walks to the back of the store and into the women's restroom.
Unbuttoning the shirt, she whips it into the sink and begins scrubbing with vigor.
Stupid guy. Ruining my juice quest.
She starts scrubbing harder. Her anger beats through her like a rising storm.
Stupid stain. Not coming out.
Stupid Uncle. Using me… Stupid Ryder. For going along with what he must know is wrong. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
Grace lets out a huff and leans against the sink with her hands. Her head bows down and blankly stares down at them. She whips her head back up to see the silhouette of a man behind her.
She gasps and is suddenly slammed into the wall of the bathroom. A large figure towers over her, holding her by the arms with grueling force.
"Hello, Gigi."