Attraction

Chapter Two

Grace

     'When I'm done healing I'll have to grab that maniac and get out of here before he blinds him to death' she thought to herself as she was healing Castiel. Castiel was still screaming, but it was starting to subside. His gaze turned from fear to confusion. He'd realized what she was doing. He stared up at her and she shushed him, smiling. When she finished, she got off of Castiel and ran to the man. Grace caught a flash of light in the corner of her eye.
     She grabbed the man, trying her best to shield his eyes and went to the first place that popped up in her mind. They found themselves in an alley. It was getting dark and the walls were made of stone. Grace turned to look at him, but he was already coming at her. She gasped as he wrapped his hand around her neck and slammed her against the alley wall. He looked furious. She was going to get him off her when she felt something sharp against her stomach. Glancing down, Grace saw that it was an angel blade. She looked at him calmly.
"What did you do to Cas? I swear to God I'll kill you. Where are we and who are you?" he threatened, pressing the blade deeper.
"We're in Mexico and my name is Grace, and I did not hurt Castiel. I gave him his wings back." She calmly replied. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Not possible, angels can't heal wings," he looked around. "Why Mexico?" He added.
"I'm sorry. I just went to the first place I thought of to get you out of there." She answered, putting her hand on his to try to calm him.
"Why does it matter if I got out there or not?" he asked.
"Unless you wanted your eyes burned out of your skull. Could you let me go? Your...friend Castiel is fine, most likely more than fine," she said. He reluctantly let her go but kept the knife up. She breathed in and leaned back against the wall.
     "What's your name?" She asked.
"Dean Winchester," he answered mockingly. She smiled.
"So, you're Dean Winchester! I've heard a lot about you. Where do you live?" Grace added. He opened his mouth to  say something. She read his mind then said, "Got it." She grabbed his hand and they appeared in some sort of bunker. She sensed it was underground, and it was relatively nice inside. There was someone else there, reading his mind, Grace learned that they were brothers. The tall one was Sam Winchester. He had jumped up and pulled a gun out. His eyes were wide.
"What the-?" he gasped.
Grace looked at Sam and Dean Winchester.
"I believe this belongs to you." She pushed Dean over and left.
     Grace went back to the warehouse in Wyoming where she'd left Castiel. Grace found him on the ground a few yards away, he'd probably climbed down the walkway on his own. She jogged over to his side.
"Hey, are you okay, Castiel? How do you feel?" She asked, helping him sit up. He looked up at her, his gaze tired.
     "Not, not very pleasant. What did you do? I feel..." he replied with confusion.
"Whole? Complete? I've healed your wings, Castiel." she said, smiling wide. His eyebrows furrowed. "Not possible, angels can't heal our wings," he said, looking at Grace. "That's what Dean said..." she muttered, before looking at him once again.
     "Have some faith, Castiel. I'll explain later, but now, what are you waiting for?" Grace said, smiling and pulling him to stand.
"Come on, try them out. Go to your friend's bunker. I'll come along." He stared at her, before going to the Men of Letters' bunker. Grace went immediately after he vanished.