"DAD, TRUST
THE PSYCHIC."
when john winchester doesn't return from a hunt, dean and his recently adopted daughter, grace, recruit her uncle to find the missing hunter, fighting demons and ghosts and figuring out what the hell is happening to them a...
CHAPTER NINE — CRASH AND SALT AND BURN phantom traveler — part one
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"Did I just make a pun?" — grace winchester
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GRACE'S DREAMS WERE ALWAYS NIGHTMARES BUT SHE SLEPT NONETHELESS. At this point it wasn't about whether or not her dream was bad or good, it was more about how bad it was. And fortunately, her night's sleep wasn't too bad, for her standards anyhow. She flinched slightly in her sleep, eyes screwed tightly shut as she crushed the bed sheet into her fist. Her Dad was lying next to her, like he usually did, with him under the covers and with her on top of them. There was a small blanket draped over her form as she slept to keep her warm in the draughty motel room. Apparently her Dad wasn't feeling the cold as she was as much of the covers were gathered by his knees.
Twisting her head from side to side, Grace mumbled to herself as she slumbered. Dean had one arm resting on the pillow, and near where he had stashed his knife just in case, whilst the other hung lightly over his daughter's shoulder. Keeping her close always seemed to relax him which allowed him to slip into unconsciousness much easier.
After hearing the motel door creak open, a half asleep Dean slowly reached under his pillow to retrieve his knife.
But as soon as he turned around, he found his brother staring back at him and then let go of the grip he had on the blade and withdrew his hand from under the pillow. The sudden movement from her Dad woke up Grace who squinted as she adjusted to the light.
"Morning, sunshines." Greeted Sam as he carried a tray of coffee and a bag of food into the room.
Dean let out a groan as he sat up slightly. Grace, meanwhile, had adjusted to the incoming light and then threw the blanket off her small body. Groggily, her Dad inquired. "What time is it?"
"Uh, it's about five forty-five." Sam answered as he took a sip of his coffee. At hearing the time, Grace let out a small groan and went to retrieve her blanket in order to go back to sleep. But it was on the floor now and too far from the bed to reach, so she didn't even try.
