There But For Grace
Chapter Seven
Episode Seven – Hookman
There had been minutes, well more like an hour, of panic for Grace to suffer when she woke up and Dean wasn't answering his phone. And neither was Sam.
She decided that pro-activity was her best option, something to take her mind off the fact that they could be anywhere, in any situation. Most likely a dangerous one.
A little reconnaissance revealed that she was in Ankeny, Iowa and it was pretty early in the morning. There was a diner near the motel she was staying in, a diner that offered wi-fi and hot coffee, definitely her best option.
A quick call to the phone company and she had charmed her way into getting them to turn the GPS on Dean's phone on and it was giving out a signal. A little more investigation and she found out where they were.
The police station.
How absolutely, bloody typical.
It would explain why neither of them had picked up her calls; personal affects being confiscated when one was arrested. Grace left the diner quickly, asking about buses into the centre of town as she paid her tab, and concentrated on not thinking of the many reasons why they could have been arrested, each one that slipped into her imagination more ludicrous and more perilous than the one before.
Arriving at the police station, she quickly spotted the Impala, parked safely on the curb. She walked over, casting a look around to check there weren't any officers of the law about to treat her with suspicion, and, tugging out her spare set of keys, unlocked the door and slipped inside.
The fact that the car was parked, bold as brass, just outside the police station, didn't seem to add up with the rest of the events. The possibility that they hadn't actually been arrested but were in fact following up a case, only now presented itself to Grace. It was possible that they were just in the middle of a meeting and neither of them wanted to interrupt it by answering their phone.
But this thought no sooner presented itself to Grace than she dismissed it. Dean always answered his phone, unless his phone was broken, he was being chased by something or in the middle of a fight. Or it had been taken from him. It was unlikely that his phone was broken again so soon, and even the Winchester boys couldn't be in a chase or fight for over an hour. The rational explanation was definitely that they had been arrested.
And if that's what had happened, she was going to kill them.
Just as Grace reached this conclusion, there was movement by the doors of the police station and she looked up to see the very objects of her thoughts come strolling out, apparently without a care in the world. She got quickly out of the car, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it, arms crossed against her body.
"Saved your ass!" Dean exclaimed, clearly having yet to notice Grace. "Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I am Matlock."
Sam was sending Grace an apprehensive. "Well, good luck, Matlock." He clapped his brother on the shoulder and propelled him forward into Grace's range, ducking round to the other side of the car himself.
Dean looked up at Sam's words and encountered Grace's furious gaze.
"Hey, Grace, what are you doing here?" Even as he tried to keep his tone casual, one of his hands was groping for his phone and he tried to subtly look how many missed calls he had. Twenty-five. Not good.
A/N: I don't even know why but I decided I didn't want to write the argument - it's well enough implied right? Let me know :)