"No," Grace smiled. "Nothing quite as Twilight," Shaking her head, she went about forming the words she'd decided weeks ago not to speak.
"I keep seeing these people. They're always kind of off in the distance and I don't think anyone else ever notices them. Like I said. Pretty sure I'm crazy," She rubbed the back of her neck and smiled sheepishly. "Their eyes are black, but...just for a second. I thought maybe it was just a trick of the light, but it keeps happening. Today I saw a guy who's eyes were red," She watched their expressions and they dropped, which wasn't what she'd expected.
"Crossroads demon," Dean said as if that were the answer to all his problem. The other man narrowed his eyes in curiosity and fixed them on Grace.
"What?" She asked, shocked by how easily something to ridiculous had come out of the man's mouth. She was so at a loss she was almost willing to believe it.
"The man with the red eyes, what did he look like?" The other man asked, leaning towards Grace slightly.
"He...was wearing a suit. All black. Dark hair, scruffy face. Kind of looked like he wanted to harass me and enjoy my suffering," Grace said, suddenly getting the feeling those two knew exactly who she was talking about it.
"Crowley!" Dean growled and fished a phone out of his pocket. He turned away as he dialed.
"Who?" Grace asked, looking back and forth from the two men.
"Damnit, you son of a bitch! Pick up the phone. I know you're here," The longer the moment stretched on the worse Grace felt about the situation.
"Why don't you sit down," The walking skyscraper suggested and pulled out a chair for her. She sat.
"Sam, I'm going to find out what's going on. Fill her in. See if you can find out why demon's are stalking her," Dean said quickly to the other man, Sam apparently, before storming away, clearly a man on a mission. Grace stared after him, feeling like she'd just been hit with a brick. Sam smiled at her apologetically.
"So, the people with black eyes are regular demons and the ones with red eyes are crossroads demons who...make deals with people for their soul?" Grace asked, just to make sure she'd heard everything Sam said right.
"Yes," He nodded.
"And...Crowley, the crossroads demon I saw is the King of Hell?" Every social issue Grace had ever faced melted away as Sam winced and nodded. Again.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," She laughed cynically to herself, one hand partially covering her face.
Grace's life had been mostly hate and loneliness, and all struggle. Now, when things had finally settled into a gentle depression she was sure would slowly eat away at her until she died peacefully and alone in her own silence, demons were here to make things exciting. She felt her chest deflate and leaned back in her chair, the disbelieving smile gone from her face.
"It's okay, Grace. Whatever it is they want from you they're not getting it. Nothing is going to happen to you," Sam reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
"Nothing is going to happen," She repeated, a cold smile on her lips. She met Sam's eyes, pitying him for wasting his energy hoping she met a happy ending.
"No," She shook her head and withdrew her hand from his. "Nothing ever does. If the demons want me, they can have me," Grace stood and wandered lifelessly to the front of the building, ignoring Sam calling after her.
Grace bundled up and left work with no explanation and having no intention of going back, or even going home for that matter. She walked through the cold until she couldn't feel her face, thinking about all the people who had been found dead, drained entirely of blood. If that was how she died, she was okay with that. At least it was exciting. At least it wasn't sitting alone in a hospital bed at eighty, listening to machines beeping and her own rasping breaths, thinking about how wasted her life was.