Here's da chapter! Did ya guys see the new season promo? I noticed lots of Cas beatings going on :( BUT I also saw that Dean looked like he saved him! I think. Anywho, I hope you like the chapter. I've had it for a few days but I was working some things out on how I wanted to have the scenes play out. It was a toughie! Enjoy and please review!
Grace emerges from the bathroom, fresh and clean in shorts and a navy tank.
"Uh. Sorry. I just had to freshen up. Where's uhm Dean at?" She bites her lip and gives Sam a bold stare.
He smiles for a second and stands u, his face turning grim. "He went to check out a new body."
"Another vampire or werewolf?" Her eyes widen. "You didn't have to stay here for me, Sam. I would have been fine." It had been a few days since the first body showed up. Along with another.
Sam sets his long legs in motion and steps closer to her. His hands rest on her shoulders. Energy tingles from them both as their eyes collide across at one another.
"Don't ever think keeping you safe is a chore for us, alright?" His hand sweeps up and he cups her soft cheek. Her breath catches at the contact.
"Alright." She can feel the weight of that one heavy word leaving her lips.
He's too close. Abort!
Gulping some air, she backs up and out of his embrace, body nearly shaking.
"When'll he be back?" She questions with fast words, curious at how long she'll have to be alone with him.
"He said it shouldn't take long. We could go get a bite to eat?"
She smiles wide at the mention of food. She was starved. Yes please!
Her stomach growls loudly in salutation.
Sam arches and eyebrow and chuckles.
"Food it is then," He grabs his jacket and pulls out his phone, "I'll call Dean and tell him to meet us there if he finishes up soon."
Grace reaches for a loose solid red colored plaid shirt on the floor. She slips it on and motions she'll be waiting outside to Sam. He nods in weary agreement.
I need some fresh air. My hormones must be supercharged or something today. Do witches cast list spells? Maybe that's it.
Grace sighs and leans against the wall of the building. Out of the corner of her eyes she spots someone peeking out from around the corner. Every time she looks straight on, it disappears back behind the wall.
She narrows her eyes and yells, "I can see you ya know. You're really not as sneaky as you think you are."
She hears faint rustling with contact upon the wall they were cowering behind.
Taking a step closer, she bellows with what strength she can muster, "Ryder if that's you, I'm not in the mood for your crap. You know I can hurt you a lot worse than I did before." Her hands clench into fists at her sides.
A cloaked man hops out from around the corner.
Dracula?!
"Good evening, my dear. Tell who is des Ryder and why is he trying to take you from me?"
Grace blinks in disbelief. She holds a hand up. "Alright, easy on the accent, buddy. You know Halloween isn't for a couple weeks right?"
"Now, now, Mina. We are to be married! You must come with me!" He starts towards Grace in dignified steps after a wisp of his cape to his face.
Grace shuffles backwards and runs for the otherside of the motel parking lot.
What the hell…what the hell…what the hell!
"What the frickin hell!"
Her black Pumas beat against the pavement as she took off as fast as she could to get away from the lunatic.
"We will be married, my love!"
She turns her head and winds up tripping on a parking space divider.
Grace feels him move closer and whisper, "I am yours. And you, my bride."
She feels lucidity wane from her person and unconsciousness grip her with the slam of her head to the pavement.
Several hours later~
Grace grumbles and turns to her side. Her eyes drift open to find silken sheets and bedding beneath her.
Oh no. Did Uncle find me? Was it all a dream? An incredibly detailed dream?
She sits up with a start and takes in the medieval décor.
Am I in a castle?
"Ah! You're awake, my dear."
She looks up to see the very creepy face of Dracula himself.
God. Not you.
"Listen here you deranged second-rate bloodsucker. I do not want anything you're selling. So if you don't mind? Let me go."
Grace had about enough of this joker before he even opened his mouth back at the motel. If she could take on a skilled man like Ryder, then some loon that watched too many cheesy horror flicks would be no problem.
His eyes flicker with annoyance at her outburst. He's quick to recover.
"You like the dress? It suits your beauty so well."
Alright. That stupid accent is grating on my last nerve.
Grace glances at the white gown and gives it an unenthusiastic shrug.
"Eh. I'm not really a dress girl," she glares up at him, unafraid.
He stomps closer to the bed and stands over her. He grabs hold of her by the chin.
"Put on the dress, girl. Or I'll do it myself!" The accent drops and he throws her head to the side by her chin.
Grace rubs her jaw, mouth set open as she glares back to look at him.
"No." She states, voice low.
His face turns dark and changes visibly as if something snapped inside the crazed man.
"You will put this dress on!"
Grace realizes it's time to run. She crawls across the bed only to be pulled back by the back of Dean's plaid shirt. The fabric pulls around her and she huffs and screeches as he throws her back down.
He rips the front of the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.
"Take these clothes off, Mina! You only smell of him!"
Tears stream down her face and she grasps at his forceful hands holding her down.
"Fine! Fine! I'll put the dress on!" She yells, pushing his hands away from her. Her lungs and heart beat within her, pumping and straining for air.
He smiles sickly down at her disheveled form.
"Excellent." He steps away, seemingly giving her privacy.
Grace quickly dresses into the gown after removing her clothing.
Replacing one captor for another. Way to go, Grace.
She stands up from the bed and steps in front of it.
"Alright. Here it is. In all its silken creepy glory," she says, throwing her arms at her sides.
He turns around and grins at her like a cat playing with a canary.
"Beautiful." He reaches over and touches her cheek.
Grace gasps and her eyes glow with a beaming blue light.
The killings. Vampire. Werewolf. Mummy? Ripping those poor people apart. Strangling. Killing. Changing. The bar maid? Trying to blend in…
Grace stumbles back from him, eyes shifting back to normal yet still wide with new found knowledge.
"You killed those poor people. And for what? A fake bride?"
"What are you?" He questions, head tilted.
Grace backs up till she can feel the backboard of the bed frame behind her.
"What are you?" She asks back to him.
"My father…was the first to call me what I am. A monster. He would beat me. I would run away but he would always find me, call me a freak."
Grace bites her lip and waits for him to continue.
"And then I found the classics. Movies where the monsters were so elegant. Brooding with power. So I became my own. With my own ending."
"You kill people. There is no ending for you where you're happily ever after."
"I have you now. I have no need for a happily ever after."
A rustling comes from upstairs.
Dracula turns his head and looks at the exit.
"Sam? Dean?!" Grace yells from to top of her lungs.
He turns back to her feverishly. His hand raises and whips back, coming down on her with supernatural strength.
She falls backward to the bed, blood dripping from her mouth. Her vision wavers.
Sam bursts in the doorway, gun ready. Dean is right behind him, decked out in ridiculous lederhosen. Grace isn't sure she's starting to see things.
Lederhosen?
Sam's eyes lock with hers as she tries to raise her body by shaking elbows from the bed. His eyes turn fierce at the sight of blood dripping from her mouth.
Dracula comes up from behind and throws Sam through an adjacent wall, breaking through it entirely. His gun goes flying into the air and drops to the hard ground.
Grace struggles to her feet from the bed and grabs hold of the weapon with shaking fingers. She turns her body back to the men. Squaring her shoulders, she lets off two rounds. They rip through Dracula's torso and he stumbles to a chair.
"And so it is beauty that killed the beast."
Grace drops the gun with a clang. The vampire imposter's eyes close and he slumps over in his chair. Her legs give out from the excitement and she falls to the floor on her back. She stares up at the tall overhanging ceiling. Dean's the first to arrive at her side and holds her head in his lap.
"Grace. Grace! Come on, kid. Don't go unconscious on us," Dean quakes, voice gruff.
He pats her cheek. "Come on."
Sam comes up to them and crouches down, his expression worried.
Grace reaches up and pulls on one of Dean's suspenders. Her blue eyes fluttering.
"What's with the lederhosen, Dean-a-ling?" She slurs out.
Sam smirks at Dean. "Dean-a-ling?"
Dean glares back at Sam, eyes piercing. "Shut up. She's out of it."
Grace laughs as if she's heard the funniest joke in the world. "You don't like the nickname?" She sighs, "I'm hungry." She lets out another snort.
"Alright. Let's get her out of here." Dean grumbles.
The boys hoist her up and walk out with the delirious girl in their arms.
Soo ya. That's how that happened. I didn't want to saw EVERYTHING that the Dracula shapeshifter said. The episode felt too touchy feely for me. Although my heart can be very cold sometimes so maybe it's just me. I wanted him to have a rougher exterior and a more cruel demeanor. I figured someone who kills people because of the "monster" he was would be a bit more barbarous way about him. Hope ya liked the chapter! Time to write the next one! :)