Okay. This was a difficult chapter. Just so you're warned. The ending is a bit brutal. So beware. I've had this planned for a while. So enjoy the slightly disturbing fruits of the labor of a bisexual Jewish girl from Michigan of whom uses way too much real life situations in her stories. (I swear the ending isn't one of them.) Peace, κούκλες.

The "FBI agents" (and intern) walk out of the high school.

Dean walks with purpose to the car and opens the back door for Grace. Sam and her exchange a look of the perplexing nature.

Dean slams the door and whips the driver's side door open.

"That guy should not be teaching teenagers," Dean spouts off angrily.

Sam brow furrows.

Dean spins his body more towards Sam. "Did you not see how he was eyeing our Gracie back there?"

Grace's eyes burst open as she was enjoying a secret juice box she had hidden in her suit jacket.

"Our Gracie?" Sam chuckles. "I was more focused on his answers."

Grace's cheeks beat red as she plays with the edge of her new dark suit's jacket. She continues to suck down her juice. Its contents were more needed now than ever.

Dean hears the sound of her sucking at air through her little straw and turns his body to her.

"Where'd you get that, Twinks?" He asks with suspicion.

"I bought it for her," Sam says triumphantly.

Dean shoots him a cross look. He snatches up the box from her small hands. She hops up and leans over him as he holds the juice box out the window.

"Give it back! I'm not done yet!" She whines.

"You're done now! No spilling in Baby!"

She huffs and climbs over the front seat.

Dean sees her movement and quickly throws the juice box out the window. Grace's mouth falls to the floor is disbelief.

"Dean!" She punches him right in his bicep and turns away. Grace latches onto Sam's side and pouts against him.

Sam chuckles and strokes her hair. "Oooh. Did the mean man throw away your juice?"

Dean glares at their closeness. Sam just shrugs and continues smiling while Grace snuggles up, refusing to look at Sam's brother.

"Why's she always almost on top of you?" Dean grumbles to himself and revs Baby down the road.

At the motel~

Gracie groans in her sleep and flops over on the bed.

It's beautiful here. Pain seems distant. Troubles seems even farther.

Endless fields filled with colorful flowers surround her. She breathes in the fresh spring air. Smiling and eyes closed, she feels the sun beat down on her, invigorating her soul to the bone. Dreaming of this place was nothing new. It was her happy place. Nothing but sunshine and flowers. Peace and tranquility.

"Gigi, my love."

Grace's eyes shine open. No. Not here.

She spins around to see Ryder's cocky pose. He's bathed in leather and jeans, adding to his cruel smirk and coifed hair.

"You're truly a vision."

"Ryder. You need to get out of my dream. How are you even here?" Grace demands, stepping back. The bright green grass crunches under her bare feet.

He holds up his arms and two suited men appear; the flap of their wings fluttering through the sweet air of nature's wind. Each man stands a foot off to his side and slightly behind.

"Friends in high places, lovely. We're here for you."

Grace's mouth flattens with defiance. She pulls up her chin and looks him straight in his deep eyes.

"Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever! Are you ever bringing me back there. I can promise you that. Uncle wants to use me for unspeakable things, Ryder. How do you not understand that?" She asks, her voice nearly breaking at the end.

Stay strong. This is no longer the Ryder you know. Is it?

Ryder sighs and turns his head towards the sky. He slides his thumbs in his front jean pockets as though they're just having another pleasant conversation that won't end in kidnapping.

"You know as well as I do that we are fully capable of taking you. Uncle has made sure of it."

"Then why are you finding me in my dreams instead of the real world, Oh Knowing One?" Grace snaps back, crossing her arms.

Ryder's eyes flash and he glares at her with displeasure.

"I know your game, cousin. You want my location and think you can scare it out of me. You thought wrong," Grace says and smiles smugly.

Ryder's mouth opens as if to answer, but his gaze roams over her attire. She's in one of Dean's dark grey Led Zepplin t-shirts.

"Are you sleeping your way to safety, Gigi?" He questions, cocking his head and stepping forward.

"Excuse me? No! Geez, Ryder! Get a grip on yourself! My god…" Grace shakes her head in complete disgust at his accusation.

Ryder makes a bold step closer and snaps his fingers. The two angelic nobodies stand in attention and swoop in. They take hold of Gracie's arms at both sides with robust force. She struggles but knows she can't possible just wiggle her way out of this. She needs something stronger. Much stronger. Angel stronger.

She stares up solemnly at Ryder. "Make them let me go. This isn't necessary!"

"I believe it is, sweet one," he says in a state of total calm. He grasps onto her chin and points her head up to his own as he settles closer.

"Give in to your one true love." His eyes search her face as if her love will suddenly show.

"No! You are family to me. My cousin. Not my husband! Not my boyfriend!" She yells and headbutts him in the nose with her final word.

He stumbles back and rubs his nose. He stands straight and bounces back, blood dripping from his nose's damage.

With venom dripping from his voice he bellows, "Hold her down."

Grace screeches at his words as they tighten their hold onto her with bruising force.

Ryder holds out his hand to his side and a iron brander solidifies in his palm. A symbol unlike anything Grace has seen before is attached to the end.

Her thrashing become frantic as Ryder grips the iron tight and it turns red hot in his hand.

How is he doing that? Where did it come from? I need to get out of here. Wake up dammit!

He latches his hand onto the collar of Dean's shirt and rips it halfway down the middle. Raising the brander, he plummets the heated rod down to the side of her neck making her squeal out in pain, her entire body contracting with the heated pressure. Tears mar her face from her crystalline blue eyes as she falls to her knees.

Bending down to her level, he roughly grasps her chin to look at him again.

Staring her down, he whispers to her, "You are mine. I've branded you as my own. This mark means you belong to me," he leans closer in her ear, his hot breath coating her skin, "And only me."

He runs his hand down her face softly until he reaches her near white hair. He pulls back roughly, taking a handful and smashes his lips to hers. Her shriek is muffled by his lips as he pulls back, moaning into her. His bloodied nose smearing on her face. He then bites down onto her ravaged bottom lip, drawing ripe red blood.

Finally done, he groans, staring down at her. His eyes still hungrily beat into her. He licks her blood from his mouth as if it was chocolate itself, his own groan still flowing through him.

"I will never be satisfied of you, Gigi. When you least except it, I will appear and take you back to where you belong."

And then everything goes black.