So that little glitch kinda blew huh? I can't see anyone's views for the past week. Reviews would be exceptional! Ya know what's weird? I wrote this chapter and then went out a few days later with a guy who kinda acted like Ryder with Grace in this chapter. Unwanted touching=bad. Actually...his whole obsession with me isn't too far from Ryder's for Grace. Excuse me while i go contemplate the entirety of my life choices. So can I tell the future with my characters? Haha just kidding. I'm not a loon. Enjoy this chapter babes.
Grace's heart hammers in her chest, her lungs rapidly filling and refilling with bouts of air.
Looking up, she knows exactly who it is.
"Ryder," she pants, squirming against his weight.
He leans in deeper and grazes her neck with his nose. He takes in a deep breath as if he was memorizing her scent.
"You smell of them, Little Lion. I've missed you," he nearly moans out to her as if her near presence was breaking him.
"Let me go," she answers coldly.
He shakes his head, grinning to himself.
"You're my cousin, Ryder. You have to know what Uncle wants is wrong. His entire messed up plan is completely crazy!" She squirms with all her might and his hands grip tighter around her arms.
He moves her arms up and holds her wrists with one hand. His head hangs low next to her own.
"Grace…none of it is wrong. Everything we're feeling is so right," he breathes into her neck and runs a hand down her bare side.
Grace bites her lip. I don't want to hurt him. I have to get his mind straight.
"Ryder. You need to stop. He's twisting your mind! I don't want you like that," Grace sputters as he slides a knee between her legs.
Ryder bends his head lower and nips at her neck, making her stiffen.
He mumbles into her skin, "I've always loved you, Gigi. You're God's greatest creation…and you were promised to me. Others may see you as an abomination, but it is doubtful our future will be weighed down with such fallacies."
Grace's blue eyes shimmer up at him when his head raises to look at her.
"Uncle spoke to me. That night. He made me understand. We belong together," he touches her face with his hand gently.
"Don't you care about the outcome, Ryder?" Grace tentatively cries out.
"I have faith in his vision. As should you."
"No, he's-.." Grace is cut off.
His hand's pressure upon her face grows tighter. Grace whimpers.
"No! You belong to me! Are you just expecting those boys to help you? You think they care about you?!" He emphasized his words with a lasting slam of her body against the tiled wall.
Grace's body becomes rigid and eyes fill with anger.
"I don't need anyone! I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself. And right now? You're what I need protecting from."
Grace rips her arm from his grasp and holds a hand to his head. Her eyes flow with ferocity, blinding Ryder. He blows backward and hits the tiled wall across the room. The soft green tile crumbles onto his slumped form. A flutter of wings plays into Grace's ears.
Grace falls to her hands and knees, yet raises her head to Ryder.
Castiel?
Two suited men are on either side of Ryder. They bend down and pick him up by the arms.
Not Castiel. Don't they know my Uncle only thinks of himself? What kind of angels are they to work with such evil?
Ryder coughs and glances at Grace with a devilish smirk.
That look. He could be Uncle's biological son from that smile. Something he must have picked up from dear old dad.
Realization sets in to Grace's mind.
There's no pulling him back from this. He's lost within Uncle's delusion. There can only be one way to stop him.
"You're mine, Grace. You were promised to me! We have much greater forces to make you mine. I swear it," Ryder vows in a growling tone.
Then, at that last vow, they're gone with a flutter of wings.
Grace's wobbling arms and legs give out and she falls face first to the floor. Her eyes close, the last thing on her mind being Ryder's haunting smile.
Travis' motel room~
Grace awakes to the incessant tapping of a pen against a plastic surface. She whips up too quick and winces. Slowly she falls back, her head flopping back to the pillows.
God this is worse than the hangover.
She groans and holds her hands against her eyes.
"Hey hey hey," Dean rises up fast and crouches by her. He swipes a hand softly down her arm. Her arms fall from her face and she twists her body to face him.
"How ya feeling, Twinks?" He moves his hand and gently brushes her hair from her cheek. The spark grumbles between them.
Her voice croaks in response, "I've been better, Dean." Grace's eyes shine light blue with heavy lids.
"Do you remember what happened?" Dean questions hesitantly.
I should have been there for you. Why wasn't I closer? I should have known.
"It was Ryder, my cousin," Grace rises a bit and touches her hand to his on the bed, "He's coming back for me."
"I won't let anything happen to you," Dean vows.
Grace raises her head a bit when she hears the slam of a glass on the table.
Is this Travis?
He holds the glass up and takes a swig.
Sighing in satisfaction of his beverage, he says, "Evening, little lady."
"Hi there," Grace answers, rising up on the bed halfway.
Dean stands just as Sam busts through the door.
His eyes lock with Grace's. "Oh good. You're awake." He smiles and sits down next to Travis.
"So I was doing some research on the rhuguru…"
"Why would you do that? I already told you everything," Travis cuts him off in a huff.
Dean steps quickly to the table and puts a comforting hand on Travis' shoulder. "Sammy just likes to be thorough."
Rhuguru? What's that…
Grace decided it was a good time to take a shower. She wanted every part of her touched by Ryder to wash away. She whips off the dingy dark green comforter. Looking down, she gasps and quickly covers herself back up.
Why am I in my underwear?!
Wait.
Grace looks up. Dean and Travis were in a deep conversation about a past story of their father. Sam is staring down at his dusty book, completely oblivious.
"Sam!" Grace whispers.
Sam raises his head from the page's confines. Grace wiggles her finger motioning him to come closer. He walks over carefully and sits down on the bed in front of her.
"What?" He quietly says, leaning forward.
Their breath mingles between them. Grace can't help but be pulled into his gorgeous eyes and strong jaw.
How could someone so beautiful and book smart be so senseless with themselves?
Grace shakes off her daunting thought and amorous gaze.
Answer the man, Grace. The toned, ripply muscled man. That shirt fills him out so nice…
"Can you grab me a shirt? Fast please?"
Sam's eyes travel down her blanket covered body, blinking. His eyes widen and realizes her meaning. He holds a hand to his head and answers, "Uh yeah! Right."
Grace sighs as he runs to get his duffle. He hands it to her.
"There's some stuff in there I think are yours," he says, smiling sheepishly at her.
Grace rifles through the bag and grabs her clothes. Her only pair of dark blue jeans, her favorite light blue cheeky undies, and one of Sam's dark purple plaid shirts.
Well I'm definitely going to roll the bottom up a bit on this shirt.
She whips out a black t-shirt from the duffle and lets it fall over her body. As her head pops out of the hole, she notices Sam staring solemnly.
"What?" She questions.
His hair hangs down over his face with his head turned at her.
"I'm uh…really sorry about the way I treated you when we met. I can't stop thinking about how ridiculous I was with Ruby."
Grace notices his face is filled with sadness and self-loathing. She reaches out and twines their fingers together. He grunts softly at the spark vibrating from their hands.
"I told you that you could never hurt me, Sam. I meant what I said."
He looks at her pale face teeming with trust for him.
Dean's right. How could she holds us with so much trust after what she's been through?
Smiling, she hops off the bed, taking her clothes with her and into the bathroom.
Sam stretches out his fingers and forms a fist, bringing his hand around it. He brings his head down and his lips to his hands. He's aching with need.
A need for her. A need for redemption. A need for answers…