Angel's daughter

Chapter 25

To anyone who's still reading this, this has got to have been in your reading list for a while now. I appreciate it. I'm not a consistent writer, I don't follow a schedule, I just write when I have time. Would love to hear what you think about this story but I'll shut up now. Thank you

I was sitting on my bed with my guitar. I had intentions of playing it to stop my mind from wandering too far but I'd just laid it out flat in front of me, plucking one string and being lost in my thoughts anyway. My door opened and it was Dean. What? No knock? Maybe he was knocking but I didn't notice,

"Grace, it's three in the morning. What are you doing up?" It's what time? I looked at my clock beside my bed and sure enough. 0308. Well. I looked back at Dean, "Trouble sleeping?" I huffed and got up, putting my guitar away and getting ready for bed. I shooed Dean out while I was changing and curled up in my bed. My cold... empty bed. I mentally hit myself. I need to stop thinking like that. I closed my eyes and slept.

I shot up again, breathing heavily. I looked to my clock, 0320. I hit my pillow at that and lay back down, trying to breathe normally again. I sighed. It took some time but I was able to calm down. While I was drifting off, I heard my door creak open. I smiled as a warm body sat on my bed beside me. The warmth was familiar and comforting. I opened my eyes but it was Dean. My smile died down and I looked to the sheets. Little did I know my eyes started closing again as I heard humming. I knew the song immediately. Not because I know the Beatles but because I know Dean and he'd often absently sing it to himself. I ended up falling asleep to the hum.

I woke up in a tough grip. In my sleepy brain, I thought it was my mother and a part of me wept. I opened my eyes to a well of tears, hands grabbing at the strong arms around me. Dean. I knew as soon as I was awake enough. I saw the clock, 0650. That should be enough time for sleep. I started squirming to get out which only made his arms tighten. They weren't wrapped around my waist like my mum's arms, they were holding my arms to my sides like I'd been flailing around in my sleep. Maybe I was. I'd wake him before I could escape his clutch. I struggled more and I heard a very sleepy,

"Easy Grace" It didn't sound like he was awake yet but it was clear he'd said it enough during the night for it to be the first thing to come out of his mouth as he woke up. I went quiet as he started to stir and sit up. I closed my eyes again as he got up and I waited for him to leave the room. It took a while, even a quiet "Grace?" until he figured I was still asleep and decided to leave the room. Once the door closed, I opened my eyes, sitting up now. The room was dark still with light coming from under the door and around the frame. I wondered what I'd even do today. Sleep wasn't a good way to waste time since all I had were nightmares but other than that, I sat and stared at a wall. Speaking of which, I was doing it right now. I decided to get ready and leave my room. Maybe I'll find some way to occupy my mind which was really empty now. More so than usual. I changed and left the room. The halls were dead quiet and they probably should be as it was seven in the morning; I couldn't imagine many up. I went into the library, thinking I could probably draw to pass the time. So I got my pad out and a pencil and started to draw. I drew a woman's face. She was smiling, crows feet by her eyes. I'm no artist but I could recognise it as my mother as a tear fell. I drew a circle next to her face and started on guidelines for a more square jaw. He wasn't really smiling but his eyes were on her and one side of his mouth pointed upwards. A droplet landed on my dad's face, soaking into the paper at his shoulder. I wiped at the tears and before I knew it, I was writing where I was about to draw details of their clothing. It was enochian. I took longer than usual to register that it was enochian and when I did, I got angry. I didn't care if it was Kaleb or Michael, they're the reason I was at that rift in the first place and why my parents were there too. I grabbed the pad and threw it across the room. It hit a pillar and pages of enochian spilled out everywhere. The entire pad practically crumbled into a pile of pages, some with drawings, most with enochian. I turned away immediately, storming directly into Sam. I didn't realise he was standing behind me. I was still pissed and just stared angrily into his chest,