Sam was up bright and early, balancing a tray of four hot coffees in his right hand while opening the door with his left.
Pressing his back up against the door, he shuffled back, effectively opening it with no trouble.
Walking over to the centre-table, he placed the coffees down after taking one for himself.
Manoeuvring his tall frame into one of the small chairs, he leant back onto the backing and sighed, taking a large sip of his coffee.
Please don't let today be awkward for me and Grace. God please…
Sam sat in the chair for well over an hour, thinking about what he had done and what was happening. He had some twisted attraction to his brother's girlfriend, whilst having a girlfriend of his own. I am so screwed…
Beating himself up for everything whilst staring at the table, his thoughts seemed to drift back to Grace. He thought about how she felt about the whole situation. She was happy with Dean. She didn't and never liked Sam, so why would she start now? Not because he had stared at her semi-naked one night in his motel room.
Shaking his head, he put his now empty coffee back onto the desk before picking up two of the remaining coffees and making his way into the room next door.
Here goes nothing…
Pushing open the door just a smidge, Sam opened the door to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything. Hey, you can never be too careful.
Luckily, Dean still lay soundly asleep on Grace's lap, while she was awake and combing her fingers through his hair thoughtfully.
Hearing the door creak open, Grace snapped out of her thoughts and focused on Sam in front of her.
"Hey…" she whispered softly, not wanting to wake Dean.
"I brought you and Dean some coffee," he whispered just as quietly, handing one cardboard-covered cup to her and setting the other down on the bedside table on Dean's side.
"Thanks." Taking a sip of the coffee, Grace closed her eyes, relishing the sweet taste of fresh ground coffee beans rushing over her tongue and down her throat. "Yum."
"This town's pretty cool, don't you think?" he laughed softly. "Awesome diners and nice coffee."
"Yeah," she nodded before quietening down. "So about last night…"
"Oh great, I was kind of hoping to avoid all of this," he said, somewhat jokingly and frustrated at the same time.
"Well it's not everyday I have you checking me out, is it?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Sam ducked his head until his bangs fell over his eyes, forming a curtain between the two.
If only you knew…he thought briefly before answering, "No, it isn't."
"It didn't mean anything since…I was just in a towel and…yeah so…I take it we won't need to mention it to Dean or Amanda?"
"Amanda already knows, Grace," he admitted with a sigh.
"She what?" He didn't reply. "What did she say?"
Sam thought about his options before deciding to tell her the truth.
"We nearly ended our relationship, Gracie," he said looking down. He figured it would be easier than looking into her eyes. Seeing her look of confusion and question, he continued. "She knows I like you Grace. She knows I've always liked you."
Grace gasped in surprise and tilted Sam's chin up so she could look into his sad brown eyes.
"Sam…" she started, voice filled with sympathy. "You never told me? This has been going on for a while, you say, and…you never told me?"
Sam didn't know whether she was hurt about it, or was just surprised.
Sam opted for surprised. "Well it's not like it matters, Grace. You have Dean now, and I have Amanda. No point in dwindling over something in the past."
"Is it really Sam? Can you honestly say you don't like me anymore?"
It's not like Grace wanted to provoke Sam into telling her how great she was and how much she liked him. She just wanted him to tell her the truth about how he really felt. She knew what it was like, liking someone for so long, and them not liking you back.
Saying those five words to Grace may have been one of the hardest things he had done. But if he was going to convince Grace and most importantly, himself, he had to.
"I don't like you anymore, Grace. You never liked me so…I moved on and now I have Amanda."
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Flashback – Grace 17, Dean 18
Grace was walking home from school down Jefferson Road, carrying her brown shoulder bag with all of her textbooks.
Turning the corner and making her way into the apartment building John had been renting from, she walked down the corridor which was painted with a soft cream colour.
Nearing their room, she bent down to her bag and dug around for her keys. Grasping the cool metal in her hand, she thumbed through the set for the right key. Walking up to the door and beginning to push the key into the keyhole, she heard a thump causing her to turn around and assess her surroundings.
Holding the keys in a tight fist, she looked around seeing no one in plain sight. Doesn't mean no one's here…
John had trained Grace along with his boys at a young age. Even when Grace had lived with her birth parents, she still knew the basics of self defence and how to look after herself in a sticky situation.
Sneaking quietly away from the door and rounding the corner up ahead where she thought the sound had come from, she peered past the plaster and saw something disappear around another corner.
Quickly following, small blade she always carried around in hand, she turned to look at the supposed assailant and was shocked at what she saw.
What she saw was no attacker at all. It was in fact…Dean.
Grace looked on, as the guy she had liked for a couple of years, pushed another girl back up against the wall which had been a dead end.
She watched as he grabbed onto her waist and peppered kisses all over her face, neck and chest. The girl had a strong grip on Dean's back with one hand and had the other wound up in his hair.
Both moaned as they pushed up farther against the wall and Grace began feeling hot tears well up in her eyes.
Pushing away from the corner, dropping her shoulder bag in the process, she made her way back to the room with tears streaming down her face. Choking back large sobs, she jammed the key into the hole unsuccessfully and it fell to the floor.
Bending over and raking her hands through her hair in emotional pain, she picked up the keys and after a few heartless attempts, got the door open and she ran inside.
Banging on the door of the room Sam was supposed to be occupying repeatedly, she pleaded for him to open the door, all the while crying loudly.
Suddenly it flung open, a fourteen year old Sam standing in the doorway. She felt her knees give out as she landed on Sam who had caught her, and cried out to him.
"D--Dean…" was the only thing she got out.
After hearing that one word, Sam quickly carried her inside and placed her onto his bed, rubbing her back and tried to soothe her.
Even at that age, he knew his almost sister had a crush on his big brother.
"Hey sweetie…what did the jerk do now?" he asked quietly, trying to lighten the mood at least a little.
"Out--outside…he was k-kissing another girl and t-they--"
Sam covered her mouth so should could say no more. He got it. His brother, once again, out with another girl, completely ignoring the beautiful one he had right front of him.
"Shh…" he whispered. "It's okay."
Sam held her sobbing frame in his arms, wiping away tear tracks and squeezing her to near death with hugs when he needed to.
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Grace was glad she had Sam. He, she could always count on. She never really realised until now, but Sam had always been by her side, helping her whenever she needed.
"Thanks Sam," she said, squeezing his hand.
"For what?" he asked, not sure of what exactly she was thanking him for. He hadn't been of any help in the last day or so.
"For just being here Sam." He was still confused. "Just for being here with me."
Sam nodded and hugged her, still not entirely sure why she had said what she did.
"Oh, and I think I did like you when we were in high school, by the way," she said suddenly, pulling away from him.
Jesus. Love triangle much? he laughed inwardly.
"I'll never leave…you know." He brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
"You better not…" she smiled.
"Who better not what?"
"Great. The devil awakes!" Grace said sarcastically, softly flicking the back of his head which was still in her lap.
"Ouch…" Dean moaned and bitched for minutes about how Grace was always abusing him until he spotted the nice cup of coffee next to him. "Ooooooh…" he squealed in delight. (A/N: YES squealed!)
Dean's attention span = Zero.
"You're such a nut…" Grace said, shaking her head at his immaturity.
"Well excuse me for liking coffee," he glared, lengthening the word 'excuse' for what seemed like a minute.
Sam rolled his eyes. "More like you're addicted."
Dean pulled back, now giving Sam the evil's. "I am not addicted, thank you very much."
"Yeah…drinking approximately three cups of coffee every day soo isn't addicted."
Dean huffed and walked into Sam's room, retrieving Amanda's untouched coffee. Bringing it back to the bed, he flopped down and Grace's lap again and began pouring it down his throat.
"Dean," Sam said sternly. "That was Amanda's coffee."
"I know." Drinking sounds.
"See?" Sam pointed at Dean, looking towards Grace. "Addicted."
Dean finished the coffee and threw it into the bin by the bed with his previous cup. "What? I finished mine. And it wasn't like Amanda was going to drink hers. So why waste a good cup of coffee?"
Addicted!
"Whatever," Grace said standing up. "We need breakfast, I'm starving," she pouted rubbing at her grumbling stomach.
The boys chuckled at the sight and Sam agreed to run over to the nice diner for some breakfast. "Be back in ten!" he yelled, slamming the door on his way out.
"Make it five!!" Grace screamed through the closed door, shaking her fists.
"What the hell is with all the racket?!?!" Amanda screamed, hand in the middle of the now open door.
Dean and Grace turned with the whole deer-in-the-headlights look.
"Grace was hungry," Dean simply said, averting his eyes from Amanda's angry glare.
"So she was screaming, why?" Amanda fumed, hands on hips.
"I, uh…Sam said he would be back with breakfast in ten and…I said five?" Grace said, a little nervous and intimidated.
"Gee Grace…how about try opening the door and running out to tell him?" Grace could just picture Amanda tapping her foot on the floor, waiting for an answer.
"Sorry Amanda…" she apologised sheepishly. "I was a little tired and thought that yelling would be easier than walking outside. Guess I should've remembered you were still sleeping, huh?"
"Yup." Amanda nodded before spotting Grace's coffee in her hand. "Where's my coffee?"
At that question, Dean inched forward in Grace's lap and hid his head under the blankets.
"Dean?"
"Oh crap." Shuffling back just a little, he peeked out from under the covers, eyes just barely visible.
Grace giggled at the sight. Here was Mr .Tough Guy, cowering under a huddle of blankets, looking adorably like a little puppy who had just been scolded by its owner.
"Yes, Dean Winchester?" Amanda yelled, although she was very amused and was hiding it.
Ooh…full name…
Grace then melted as she heard a cute little whine come out from underneath the covers. Bending down and snaking her head next to Dean's, she gave him a tiny peck on the nose to tell him it would be okay.
"…I accidentally drank your coffee?" he pouted, looking up at Amanda with soft puppy eyes.
Grace nudged his head. Accidentally, my ass.
"I drank your coffee because I'm addicted?" Dean tried again, looking towards Grace. She nodded.
"Unbelievable," Amanda groaned, jumping onto the bed and attacking Dean.
"Ahh!" Dean screamed as he fell after trying to fight Amanda off which resulted in himself and Amanda to roll off the side of the bed.
Landing with a soft thump seeing as Dean was her cushion beneath her, Amanda got on all fours and pushed up into a standing position, wiping the dust off of her.
The slam of the motel room door turned all heads towards Sam who held bags full of Styrofoam containers.
Seeing the bags, Dean quickly shoved Amanda out of the way and ambushed Sam.
"Oooooh!" he squealed like he had done earlier with the coffee. "Food!"
Coffee, food, sleep, sex. That's all this boy needs.
"Waffles, pancakes, hash browns, bacon, eggs…" Grace looked to Dean as he began looking like he was in extreme pleasure. She was sure he was drooling too.
"Oh, I got coffee Amanda. Dean stole yours."
Amanda thanked Sam as she grabbed it off him. "No stealing now, Dean," she said, waggling her finger at him.
Dean scowled at her while munching on a hash brown in the corner. Amanda simply stuck her tongue out at him and stole a rash of bacon, Dean immediately protesting.
"Dean," Sam warned. "I didn't buy all of this food just for you."
Amanda was sure Dean was going to cry. "…my food…" he pouted.
Sam nodded and threw the bags over to Dean in his protective corner. Grace and Amanda glared at Sam, shocked.
"Don't worry," Sam whispered. "The rest of the food's in the other room."
The girls giggled as they made they way into the room next door. They hurriedly ate all of the food before Dean found out there was more that they didn't share with him.
Luckily, they finished before Dean bounded into the room, hurling himself onto Grace's back.
"Oww!" she whined, flipping him off. Dean rolled off to the bottom of the bed and stayed there, frowning at Grace.
"You're just cruel."
"What? Because you weigh a ton and I can't carry you on my back?!" she yelled, poking him in the gut.
"Gracie!" Dean held his hands protectively over his stomach and swatted her hands away at the same time.
Weaving through his shield, Grace got through and poked him once again, Dean crying out and rolling away from her. Grace grinned in victory.
"Guys…" Sam suddenly announced, hands on his hips and leaning forward.
Once Grace turned around and when Dean, well, rolled over, Sam asked them what they wanted to do.
"Park?" Amanda suggested, shrugging when they all turned to look at her.
"Sounds good." Dean turned to give Grace the what-the-hell-Dean-Winchester-doesn't-go-to-parks look.
"Dean, unless you want to go on another case after we just finished one, we're staying here to chill out," Sam said, giving Dean a choice. Park or case.
"Fine," Dean mumbled, sitting up and pulling on his boots while everyone got dressed.
Dean wore a grey t-shirt with a black button-up on top, Sam wore a short-sleeved red t-shirt, Grace wore a tight black AC/DC top, Amanda wore a bright yellow top over her white one, and all wore jeans.
Holding the door open for everyone to get through, Dean locked the doors and made his way to the impala where everyone was seated.
Stepping his right foot inside, ducking his head and plopping his ass down onto the seat, he looked over at Grace in the passenger seat. "So where's this park of yours?"
"Oh pull out, I'll tell you where to go," she rolled her eyes.
"I'm not letting you tell me where to go. Just tell me where it is and I'll find my way there."
Both women had the same thing screaming in their heads. Men. At least Sam was better. He wasn't so controlling.
"No Dean," she teased. She was going to make him listen to her and the two in the back seat knew it too.
"Fine." Dean pulled his keys out of the ignition and leaned back in his seat stubbornly. "Then no park."
Amanda and Sam groaned in the back seat, covering their faces with their hands. Facepalm.
"Fine…" Grace said, leaning over to the door as if going to get out. "Guess we're working a case."
Dean's eyes widened as he leaned over to the passenger seat and grasped Grace's hand which was now on the door handle.
"No case."
Grace grinned as Dean gave in. Go me.
"Like I said, pull out of the parking lot Dean." Oh she was going to have fun with this.
Dean nodded, rolling his eyes, and shoved the keys back into the ignition. Hearing the engine purr to life, Dean reversed out of the parking space and then drove straight to the exit.
"Where to now?" Dean asked, peering over at Grace who was leaning her head on the window and blowing steam splotches on the window.
"Left."
Dean muttered an 'okay' before telling her to stop fucking up his window.
Driving through a traffic light, Dean drove his car forward, not receiving further instructions from Grace.
"Turn right," she said sitting up.
Dean did as he was told and ended up getting yelled at by Grace, causing him to swerve the car suddenly before regaining control.
"What?!" he yelled angrily.
"I told you to turn right," she said calmly.
"I did," he gritted out through his teeth.
"I meant before to traffic light."
Dean threw his hands up in the air. "This--this is why I do not let people give me directions or drive me around. Why didn't you tell me before the traffic light, Grace?!"
"…I forgot," she shrugged.
"You forgot? You--"
Dean stared straight ahead as he fumed, doing a U-turn and going back towards the traffic light.
Oops. Maybe I pushed it, Grace thought.
Reaching the traffic light and turning left to put them on course, Dean turned to Grace again. "You wanna make sure you tell me when I need to turn?" She nodded. "Good."
The rest of the drive there was filled with silence except for the occasional 'left' or right' from Grace.
Finally arriving and pulling into a small parking small, all four sat not moving.
Sam and Amanda looked at each other thinking, awkward… before both stepping out, hoping the other two would follow suit.
Seconds later after hearing the doors creak, the two let out a breath, happy Dean and Grace weren't killing each other inside.
"Should we be leaving the two alone in the park?" Sam whispered.
"Why? Afraid one of them will kill the other and hide the body where no one will ever find it?" Amanda joked. Sam nodded truthfully.
"No seriously…Dean looks murderous right now."
Amanda turned to look at Mr. Moody and started giggling. Mr. Giant's scared of Mr. Moody. Hmm.
"Let's go," Amanda said, tugging a resistant Sam along. "Leave them alone, will you!"
Trolling behind Amanda, Sam followed leaving Dean and Amanda behind.
"Sorry Dean," Grace apologised softly, leaning her arms on the roof of the impala.
"S'okay Gracie." Dean rounded the back of the car and walked to stand in front of Grace, hands ringed loosely around her waist.
Leaning into his warmth, Grace leant her head against his strong, muscly chest. She wiggled it around as if trying to find the best spot, causing Dean to chuckle lovingly at her.
"You were up last night…" he whispered into her hair.
She nodded softly. "Yeah, just thinking," she reassured him.
"About"
"Sam."
"You were thinking about Sam?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised. "At night? Babe…I'm offended."
"No…no not like that. Don't worry," she winked. "Why would I ever think about Sam that way when I have you?"
"True," he replied smugly.
Grace decided not to say anymore. She had told him the truth, just not the whole truth. That's not exactly lying…
"Hmm. But if you were ever to get old and ugly, I might just have to resort to your brother!" Dean's eyebrows furrowed together as a frown set on his face.
"Do you really think I'll be ugly?" he pouted, crossing his arms across his chest self-conscientiously.
"No sweetie," she laughed, shaking her head at him. "I'm just joking. You'll always be pretty." Grace stuck her tongue out at him before kissing him softly on the tip of his nose.
Dean let out a small grunt at being called pretty but eventually smiled after deeming it a worthy title. "Good enough."
Grace grinned at him before grasping his hand in hers and tugging him along.
"Where are you dragging me now?" he chuckled. "Did you feel like having sex in a park, sweetie?"
Grace punched him in the shoulder and continued pulling him along. "No my dear," she started, having a little trouble dragging Dean along. "We are going walking."
"Walking?" Dean asked incredulously. "Walking?! Dean Winchester doesn't do walks, honey."
"He will if he's dating Gracie Lee Alexander!" she yelled, inwardly giggling.
Dean seemed to close his mouth at her statement and reluctantly trudged along behind her.
"Good boy," she praised, reaching to pat him on the head. Dean only scowled at her.
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"So," Amanda started, rather awkwardly after not having anything too important to say, kicking her foot against the rustling leaves.
"Did you want to talk about last night?" he asked casually.
She shook her head no. "I think we've covered the issue. I think it'll make matters worse if we just keep bringing it up."
Sam nodded, agreeing. "So, you're not mad that I liked Grace, right?"
"No Sam. I'm not mad. I mean, who wouldn't like her," she joked. "I don't care who you've liked. As long as while we're still in this relationship, you don't go off fantasizing about Gracie, then I'm fine with it."
"Sounds like a deal."
Amanda stepped closer to Sam and leaned her head against his arm as they walked along the winding path.
The park was filled with lots of open areas, perfect for weekend outings for families to come out and enjoy themselves. The paths for walking weren't in direct sunlight as the thick canopy of trees blocked most of the light out. There was the occasional ray shining down onto the gravel path, making the whole trail seem fresh and cool.
Sam held her small hand in his as he cradled her frame to the front of him. As they walked, Amanda would lean her head back to lean against his tones chest.
"I love walking," she whispered, completely out of the blue.
Sam took a second to register her sentence but then replied, "Yeah, helps clear my mind whenever I need to."
"Yup." Amanda turned her head slightly, now resting her cheek against him. "You're warm…"
Sam chuckled softly, Grace able to feel it vibrate through his chest. "That's nice…"
"Mhm." Leaning into him more, Amanda breathed in the sweet smell of Sam. He didn't smell like sweat or any other disheartening odour, but smelt clean and fresh - like apples. Must shower a lot.
Sam slithered an arm over her shoulder and jerked her head closer to him, teetering them both over the edge of the path on the way and earning himself a hard thump on the stomach.
"Ouch."
Amanda looked up innocently. "What?"
Sam glared. "Don't what me. You know perfectly well what you did."
"Why Sam Winchester, I'm offended you would think such a thing," she smiled sweetly.
"Pshh…sweet my ass!" he yelled, chasing after her through the forest of small trees and shrubs.
Having long legs definitely gave him an advantage and the upper hand. Taking five quick strides compared to Amanda's ten, Sam stopped to stand in front of her, blocking any escape.
Amanda, unfortunately for her, was stuck in between a very tall Sam and a very tall and large tree.
"Oh…" came the small whisper, after realising she was trapped.
Sam grinned. "That's right." Looking around as if trapped and looking for an escape route, Sam then turned to look back at her. "Nowhere to go. Oops."
Amanda felt like letting out a small giggle but this was hardly the time.
"Aren't you going to let me go?" she asked nicely with a smile, as if trying to wedge her way out of her…situation.
Sam shook his head in a way that could only be described as smug. "Definitely not."
Hmmph. Takes two to play hard.
Taking a step forward towards her captor, Amanda rested a soft hand seductively on his chest.
Sam, taking a look down at her hand, swallowed loudly and took a step back.
Not the one to back down from anything she'd started, Amanda took another step towards him and repeated the gesture, this time running it down slowly towards his abdomen.
Snaking in a small intake of air, Sam grasped her wrist and held it a few inches away from him. "Bad girl."
Amanda pouted and shook her head no.
"Yes," Sam scolded. "In public, Amanda. Public." Sam continued shaking his head as if he were very disappointed in her.
Amanda decided to play along with his 'disappointment'. "Sorry Sammy. Won't happen again. Did you want to find a nice secluded place, then?"
Sam smiled at her. "Hmm. Not exactly what I was going for but good enough."
Grabbing his hand and leading him deeper into the trees, Amanda grinned. Fun, fun.
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Dean sighed, leaning his back against a small bench just to the side of the walking path.
"I repeat, I hate walking."
Grace turned to lean against his shoulder, smiling at the comment. Dean scooted over closer, holding her waist.
"Didn't seem like it when we made a pit stop by that tree over there," she said, nodding her head to the area behind them.
Dean smirked. "When have I ever complained about kissing? Hmm?"
"Never," she smiled. "But that's beside the point. You didn't seem to exactly hate it, so there."
Dean frowned a little before nodding in agreeance. "Eh…guess so. I'll come on walks with you more, just as long as there are trees nearby," he winked.
Grace rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She nudged his stomach with her elbow. "Let's get back to walking."
Seeing Grace stand up, Dean grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled in down, effectively bringing Grace along with it.
Shaking his head at her he replied, "No we're staying. I'm not getting up again."
"Such an ass. A lazy ass at that," she sighed.
Dean leant his head down on her shoulder and looked up at Grace. "Yeah…but I'm your lazy ass," he laughed, turning his head down and burying it into the crook of her shoulder, feeling her soft skin and hair on his cheek and nose.
"Guess so." Grace smiled at the thought of Dean, who was still on her shoulder. It was true. He was an ass sometimes but she loved it. She loved every bit of him. Whether it was his bad eating habits. His crazy driving. His crazy sense of humour, or even the arguments they had. She loved it all. Without any of them, Dean wouldn't be, well, Dean.
Grace cradled the back of Dean's head with her hand and brought his forehead against hers. "I love you," she whispered.
Dean smiled against her lips before kissing her. "I love you too." Giving her one last peck, he pulled back. "Don't tell Sam I ever said that." Grace laughed. Damn him.
"Oh don't worry. I won't ruin your kickass reputation," she smirked.
"Oh no. I don't care about that. I could really care less if people think I'm a softie," he assured her. Dean normally would have been reluctant to be this touchy-feely and open in public, but when he was with Grace, he kind of forgot about all of that. She brought out this other, strange, side to him, and he had to admit, it wasn't at all that bad. "I just don't want Sammy to tease me. We'll wait till him and Amanda get all mushy and then we'll rub it in at motels and all."
Grace shut her eyes and shook her head laughing at her boyfriend's reasoning. "Fair enough."
Woof!
The couple turned away from each other to finally notice their surroundings and its occupants.
Scanning the large area, the two noticed the large amount of dogs running out in the open and playing catch with their owners.
"Dean…" Grace started, looking at a cute German Shepherd chasing after an orange ball.
"Hmm?" he replied, not really paying attention.
"Can we get a dog?"
Dean sat up to look at Grace, raising an eyebrow at the sudden suggestion.
"You want a dog?" he asked. Grace nodded. "Why? They suck! They're useless. Do you see them cooking dinner for their owners, I don't think so!" Grace sighed at Dean. Men. "Oh. And they do their business everywhere! Seriously! I'm not letting a dirty old mutt in my baby! And you have to feed them…and make sure they don't get dehydrated and just die! Oh and then there's the whole case where they could go all psycho on you and just attack! Dogs while hunting, I don't think so Gracie!"
Grace frowned at Dean's long rant and the prospect of not owning a dog of her own. Dean noted the silence and peered over at her. He frowned at seeing her sad expression and hugged her tightly.
"Sorry Gracie…I'm just not a very big fan of dogs you know. Kind of get on my nerves," he admitted, hoping for forgiveness.
"I know Dean, I just really like them. They're loyal, friendly, cuddly, and just great. I mean, after getting them toilet-trained they'd be fine. Food and water in exchange for a great friend, I'm fine with that," she smiled.
"We'll see." Dean kissed Grace on the temple and leaned back. Just because he didn't like dogs all that much, didn't mean they couldn't have one. Grace liked them so, why should he be stopping her?
Not too long after Dean's speech, an old woman with a small, white pug came walking down the path towards the pair.
"Hehehe…" Dean almost giggled after seeing the adorable puppy walking towards them. It had pudgy little legs and it seemed the old woman had placed a small blue ribbon on the top of its head.
"Young man!" a croaky voice brought out of his thoughts. "What are you giggling at?"
"I wasn't giggl--"
"Uh, uh, uh," she scolded, waving a small cane around as if she planned on hitting Dean on the head with it. "Don't lie to me, boy!"
Dean sat back, astounded at the fact he was being yelled at by a granny who would topple over soon enough.
"Were you laughing at Mr. Sniffles here?" she asked, gesturing to the puppy.
"Mr. Sniffles?" Dean hardly got out. He hid his face behind his hands, damn near close to giggling.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" she asked, tapping the ground with the cane.
"No…no of course not," he said, trying to look serious. "I was just wondering why an old, I mean why a woman your…age would bother looking after a dog. You're probably having trouble looking after yourself at this point.
"Why…" the woman started, obviously very offended. Grace sat back on the edge of the bench, chuckling about the whole situation. Go Dean. Way to score some brownie points. "I can look after Mr. Sniffles! He's the sweetest little thing. You obviously don't understand that!"
With the last remark, the woman trudged off, little pug in tow.
Dean felt Grace whack him in the shoulder. "Those snide comments of yours, Dean Winchester, will get you into a lot of trouble one day."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, I'm Dean Winchester. Nothing ever happens to me."
Grace snorted in disbelief. "Which is why you're totally invincible, Dean," she said sarcastically.
"I know."
Way to stroke his ego, Grace. Grace mentally slapped herself for making such a comment. "Oh shut up…I was being sarcastic. You're not invincible and I have proof!"
Dean looked at her, 'challenge' plastered all over his face. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
Grace lifted up Dean's shirt and buried her head underneath it.
Dean jumped up in surprise before settling down. "What kind of proof is that Gracie? Only thing you're proving is that you're not afraid to get me naked in public," he mused, rubbing her hair through the thin fabric.
Grace popped her head from under his shirt and looked up at him. "Scars."
"Huh?" he asked, confused.
"Scars," she repeated. "You have scars which show you're not invincible."
Dean rolled his eyes, denying defeat. "Whatever."
Peeking her head under his shirt again, Grace began licking and nipping at the small scars she found by moving her lips over his velvety skin, feeling for the lumps and inconsistency of the smoothness.
Once again, he jumped but not had a hard time relaxing. "Jesus Gracie," Dean yelped, as Grace had just licked a scar very close to his lower regions. "You seriously want to do that in public? People might think you're doing something much naughtier you know," he commented, looking down. I wonder what people must think…
"Mmmm…" Grace ignored him and continued with her actions. She didn't care at all what people thought she was doing. She wasn't and that was all that mattered. Although…if she did that then she wouldn't mind that much anyway. Public? Meh.
"Okie dokie…" Dean grabbed Grace's neck and pulled her back up to his eye-level. "No more licking and biting. As much as I enjoy it, we should go," he said, stretching. Grace pouted. "And no complaints!"
Sighing in defeat, Grace followed Dean to where he was currently walking.
"Where do you think the other two got to, huh?"
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"Sam!" Amanda giggled, hiding herself behind his large chest.
"Stop moving," he grinned, hovering over her in a push-up position. "I can't kiss you if you keep moving, y'know."
Amanda continued wriggling until Sam pinned her down and forcefully kissed her. No complaints from her, that's for sure.
Rustling from the bushes motivated Sam to grasp his shirt from under Amanda.
Turning around, he groaned loudly after seeing Dean and Grace appear. Just great.
"Oh…hey Sammy," Dean smirked, nudging Grace who followed.
"Err…hey," Sam replied awkwardly, pulling the shirt over his head, mussing his already-mussed-up hair.
Grace smiled at Amanda. "Nice to know you two are getting along so…well."
"Yeah, yeah," Sam rolled his eyes and jumped onto his feet, pulling Amanda up with him.
"Do I want to know what you two were doing?" Dean sniggered.
We weren't doing what you thought, obviously… "Just kissing," Sam replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Right. With your shirt off," Dean mused, nodding his head over towards previously topless Sam.
Sam glared at him and stomped off onto the path, Amanda quickly following. "Don't worry," she said softly, "he's not mad."
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After piling up into the impala, Dean rolled down the windows to let some fresh air in. They had been at the park for a little over an hour and the hot air was beginning to make the car stuffy.
"Eww Dean," Sam said scrunching up his face in disgust. "Why must you have leather seats?! It's summer man!"
Grace and Dean rolled their eyes. "You just don't appreciate the good old muscle cars, Sammy!" they both chimed in unison, looking at each other and laughing.
"Pshh…whatever. More like ancient," Sam groaned, separating himself and the seat by lifting his body up as far as it would go. Hey, give him a break. Man's as tall as a building.
Dean leant back over the seat and gave Sam a good hard whack on the head.
Sam let out a yelp and began rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand, pout plastered on his face throughout all of it.
"Don't hit Sam!" Amanda yelled, poking the back of Dean's head rather harshly.
"Ouch…" he whined, grabbing his head. "What was that for?" Damn him and his innocent look.
"Oh you know very well what you did, Dean Winchester!" Amanda scolded. Somehow, it seemed like Dean shrunk down in his seat. Grace giggled.
"Aww…is my baby getting told off?" Dean nodded meekly, still slunk low in his seat. "Looks like someone needs a hug!"
Leaning over towards Dean, Grace wrapped her arms around his waist and leant her head against his right arm, giving it a small kiss before replacing it back to its original position.
Dean smiled at her and moved his right arm to settle down on her waist, dragging her up his body so her face was now on his neck, body pressed up to his side.
"So where are we headed to next?" Dean asked, now comfortable.
Sam and Amanda shrugged. "Maybe we should head over to the supermarket. We're running kind of low on supplies."
Dean nodded and twisted the key into the ignition, firing up the engine. Stepping on the accelerator, Dean sped out of the car park and made his way to the store near their motel.
Arriving at the shopping centre, the four got out to be met with tons of people swarming the area. It had taken them almost half an hour to find a parking space after some dick stole theirs. The rest of the time was spent driving around the car park, only to find the spaces were either non-parking zones or getting taken up by people who had found them first.
"Wow."
Sam, Amanda and Grace nodded.
"How long did that take?" Dean groaned. Fixing up his shirt which must have been crumpled from the car seat and Grace, Dean began walking to the front entrance with her.
As soon as Dean was out of earshot, Sam started mumbling to Amanda. "Stickiest ride ever."
"Wasn't that bad sweetie," Amanda said playfully, poking Sam in the stomach. "And stop walking so fast! Gosh, you have such long legs!"
Sam looked back - yes, looked back - to see Amanda struggling to keep up the pace. "Oops." He then began walking slower so Amanda wouldn't have such a hard time. He's nice you know…
"Thanks Sammy." Sam smiled and picked her up, throwing Amanda's upper half over his shoulder.
"Guess you don't have to walk now," he smirked.
Nice view… Amanda thought.
Stepping inside the air-conditioned supermarket, Sam finally grabbed Amanda by the waist and set her gently on the linoleum floor.
Steadying herself on her feet after being airborne for such a long period of time, Amanda gave Sam a hard pinch.
Sam didn't even protest. He knew he deserved it but hey, it was well worth it.
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Looking around the ceiling at the hanging signs, Dean and Grace skimmed the words for the medical isle. Spotting it at seven, the two quickly turned into the located isle.
"So what did we need?" Dean asked, walking up and down.
"Well we're gonna need all the stuff we use for stitching. We've almost used it all up." Dean nodded.
Going to the bandaging area, Dean picked out a few boxes of bandages and rolls of gauze. Moving onto the liquids, he snatched up a bottle of peroxide and a bag of cotton balls. Walking just a little further, he threw boxes of Panadol and Tylenol in as well.
"We don't need the thread do we?" Dean asked, walking towards Grace with everything in a red basket.
She shook her head. "We should have enough of that."
"Come on, let's go fetch the other two and see what else we want."
The two exited the isle and began looking around. Seeing a glimpse of a soft brown lump, they ran towards isle ten.
"Hey Sam," Grace waved frantically.
He turned around to look at her suspiciously. "Hey…"
"How'd you know he was here?" Dean asked, a little confused.
"How didn't I know?" Grace joked before getting serious. "Saw that big tuft of hair, Dean."
Sam patted his hair self-consciously and looked down at Amanda as if she could help.
"What?" she asked, shrugging.
"Help me…" Shrug. "Oh fine. I'm being bullied and my own girlfriend won't help."
"I'm not bullying you sweetie," Grace laughed, placing a hand on his arm. "Just telling Dean how tall you are. Poor thing didn't seem to notice it before!" She stepped back and nudged Dean in the arm.
"Haha okay then," Sam said awkwardly.
"Did you guys want anything else? Grace and I finished getting stuff for the medical kit."
"I guess we could get some food and other accessories for the road," Sam suggested.
"Ooh we're so getting peanut M&Ms!" Dean shouted, quickly spotting the candy isle and grabbing approximately ten bags, dropping them into the shopping basket.
"We need Starburst!" Grace took off behind Dean and snatched different varieties, letting them join the M&Ms.
"Children," Sam whispered, causing Amanda to snicker.
"I need a new toothbrush, mine died," she said sadly. Sam laughed. "What?"
"Died?" he asked, still laughing.
"Yes Sam. Died. You should see my brush. It's gone all crazy…like science experiment gone wrong, crazy!!" she screamed dramatically.
Sam pushed her to the right isle, letting her pick out what she needed. Amanda plucked a blue and pink toothbrush from the shelf and handed it to Sam.
"Oh I need some hair gel. And a new hairbrush. Maybe some hair ties? Oh, definitely some make-up. Foundation and lip gloss has run out…"
Sam sighed loudly. "Guess Sam will be fetching another basket."
"Good boy," Amanda grinned, raiding the shelves for her desired objects.
Returning with a basket seconds later, Sam held id beside Amanda for her to throw everything in. By the time they were done, it was full, objects almost toppling out and over the edge.
Holding the bottom of the basket with both hands as it had become quite heavy, Sam walked over to where he saw Dean, Amanda following.
"Jesus, what did you guys buy?!?!" Dean asked, leaning off the chest full of things, eyeing their basket.
"Err…Amanda needed…stuff," Sam said, awkwardly.
Dean nodded, sarcastic look on his face. "Right…Amanda needed all of this. What the-- What is this?!" Dean asked, holding up a big pink glove with tons of holes in it.
"It's an exfoliating glove, Dean." Amanda stepped towards him and plucked the glove out of his hands, along with everything else he had gotten his hands on.
The four walked up to the counter where they dumped the contents of the two baskets onto the belt.
The young woman behind the counter sighed and began shovelling through all of their purchases, swiping and bagging each one.
"That's $65.80," she said, hand out. She didn't appear to be very interested in the job, although she kept eyeing Dean. Grace obviously wasn't too happy with that.
Dean's eyes popped out after hearing the cost. God, what did you buy, Amanda?! "Take Visa?" he asked. The girl nodded. Reaching into his back pocket and fumbling around for his wallet, Dean slid out one of his fake credit cards and handed it to the woman who took it happily, making sure to touch Dean's hand in the process.
Thumbing in the digits, the woman printed out the receipt for Dean to sign and they were all good to go. Sam picked up the shopping bags and they walked briskly away.
"That bitch…" Grace mumbled. Dean stopped to stand by her as they loaded the bags into the trunk.
"What's wrong, Gracie?" he asked, placing his hands on her waist and leaning back so they were eye level.
"Stupid girl checking you out," she laughed softly at herself.
Dean chuckled at Grace, pulling her close to him. "Don't worry," he whispered, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear yet again. "Ain't no check-out girl gonna pull me away from such a beautiful thing like you."
Grace felt her heart melt from his words and snuggled her head deeper into his warm chest, wiggling it around to get comfortable.
"Mmmm…" Dean looked down at Grace to see her smiling against him.
"Come on honey, let's go." Placing a hand on the small of her back, Dean opened the door - like a gentleman - and guided Grace into the passenger seat before closing it behind her, making his way to the driver's side.
"Great," Sam deadpanned sarcastically, leaning back in his seat disinterestedly. "Another fun day at the motel."
"Glad to see you're so enthusiastic, Sam." Dean replied, looking up and throwing his head back towards Sam's general direction.
"Whatever," came his mutter.
"Alright, take us home baby." Dean revved the engine before stepping on the gas and peeling out onto the open road, speeding back to their motel.
One Minute Later
"Oh Jesus," Sam panted. "Who the hell taught you to drive?!" Sam lifted his arms into the air and began pacing madly as Grace and Amanda got out.
"No one," shrugged Dean, stepping out of the car and adjusting his clothes.
"No--No one?!" The three could've sworn they saw Sam's eyes pop out of their sockets at one stage.
"Nah, I'm joking. I taught myself…but then dad fixed up my, err…skills, a little and we were all set." Dean grinned as if he was somehow proud of himself.
Sam stepped closer to Dean, spreading out his arms like a bird. "You do have a legit license…right?" she asked nervously. Have I seriously been riding along with him?!
"Of course Sam," Dean chuckled. "Wouldn't ever put my baby in such danger." Slamming the door closed quietly, he patted the roof of the car lovingly.
Gee Dean, did you want to marry it? Grace thought. I bet he'd correct me to say 'her'. Phht.
Grace rolled her eyes before the two girls dragged their men into one of the rooms.
"So not cool, Amanda…" Sam whined, falling back onto the pillow, sighing loudly.
"I know Sam," Amanda said, rubbing circles on his chest.
Amanda lay in the crook of Sam's arm, resting her head on his shoulder, his chin on her head.
"Can something decent not be on tv right now?" Sam took his unoccupied hand and covered his face with it, once again sighing.
"Hmm…let's go to sleep," Amanda suggested, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.
Sam sighed, again. "Fine, whatever. It's not like there's anything better to do."
Cuddling Amanda in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her, the two fell peacefully asleep.
On the second bed
"Ugh, we're not going to sleep are we?" Dean growled in a gruff voice.
Grace shook her head. "Of course not." She smiled. "I can think of much better things to be spending my time doing…"
Dean grinned, dragging her up to straddle his waist. "Oh? Is that so?"
"Mhm…" Grace trailed off as she bent down to cover his neck in butterfly and open-mouthed kisses, Dean moaning softly, enjoying the attention.
"Yum," he groaned, flipping her over so that she was underneath him. Smiling down at her, he began moving his hips on hers enticingly. Grace bit down on her lip at the action, even though it was only a few soft pushes.
Dean began kissing her neck the same way she had him, before Grace placed a hand on his head to stop his administrations.
"Wait." Dean stopped and looked up into her hazel eyes. "Next door," she whispered.
Dean nodded and picked her up, carrying her over to their own room before quietly shutting the door, as not to wake the other couple.
Placing her gently on their bed, he crawled to lie beside her.
"Now where were we…" he said so quietly he wasn't sure if Grace had heard.
Luckily, she did. Rolling over to be nearly fully on top of him, Grace rested a palm against his chest. "Hmm…maybe here?" she said cheekily, cocking an eyebrow.
Dean shook his head stubbornly. "Nope. Definitely not. I was on top," he grinned. Grace sat up, pouting.
"Why do you always get the honour? What makes you so special?" she scowled, although she really wasn't mad. It was just fun to tug on Dean's strings.
Dean looked at her, speechless. "Umm…" He looked around the room, trying to think of what to say. I got nothing… "Err, I'm the guy? So…I get to be on top?" Dean stumbled through his sentence, changing whatever he was going to say every time Grace decided to glare particularly harder at him.
"Right. So you think you should be on top just because you're a guy?" she asked, as if she was deeply offended.
"No! No." Dean held up his hands as if either to calm her down or to surrender. "It's just that--No. You can be on top if you like," he said quickly, not sure if she was going to bite his head off or not. I would like to be in one piece by the end of this… Deciding to shut up, he slunk down low in the bed, sliding down so the bottom half of his face were covered.
"Hmm. Fine. You better not complain about always bottoming then, Dean." Dean nodded immediately, afraid he would infuriate her. As soon as he stopped his rapid movements, Grace began giggling quietly, covering her mouth with her hand as if it would mask the sound.
"What are you laughing about?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Err, nothing?" she answered smiling, going for the cute factor.
"Not gonna work, Alexander." Grace groaned as Dean flipped them over, so he was, again, on top.
"Hey!" she yelled, slapping him harshly on the arm. "Just because I was joking about being mad, doesn't mean I don't want to be on top!"
Dean looked a little frightened at her tone so slowly and softly, rolled back over onto his back, bringing Grace along to sit on top.
"That's better," she grinned. Grace fingered the hem of Dean's shirt and pulled it off, tossing it into a far corner. Dean looked down at her fingers which lingered around his abdomen, making his muscles seem to flutter.
"Auugh…" he groaned, pulling her hand away. Using both arms, he discarded Grace's top and jeans, pulling them both under the covers.
"The fun begins…" she smiled, pulling Dean's neck down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss.
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The next morning, Grace woke up naked, to find her head resting on something soft.
"Mmm…not bad Winchester, not bad." Grace raised her arms above her head and stretched, arching her back off the mattress.
Hearing no reply from Dean, she continued. "Damn…I knew you were good Dean but, didn't know you were that good." Grace smiled at the memory of the previous night.
Dean's beautiful green eyes. His freckled nose. His pouty and absolutely kissable pink lips. His soft, brown, spiky hair. His lean neck. His strong and shaped arms. Those wonderful muscled pecs and toned abs. His lean calves. And who could forget the front and back? Perfect. He was all perfect. And he was all hers…
Rolling over to kiss her lover good morning, she was surprised to see a small lump in the bed.
"Must've gone for breakfast or coffee," she murmured, looking at the figure under the covers of which she assumed was just a pillow.
Turning away from the pillow, she rolled and swivelled her legs over the side of the bed, feet touching the soft carpet.
Woof!
Grace was puzzled, as she turned around. Creasing her forehead, she looked for the source of the sound.
Woof!
"The pillow?" she whispered to herself.
Walking around the bed to the other side, Grace gripped the corner of the comforter. Quickly pulling it back and dropping it at the end of the bed, she was met with a small white Labrador, looking up at her with amazingly beautiful eyes.
Woof! Woof!
"Dean?"
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