The Blood Of The Heir

Story that I created because I was bored and then I really liked it and really really loved it! Hope you do too! Please leave comments!

From the moment I looked into his apple green eyes I knew he was the one, the one I could cuddle and talk too no matter how hard times were. We could melt down together.

"Dean!" I screamed up the stairs, waiting for him to hurry up.

"I'm coming!" He replied as he tripped down the stairs, falling into me. "Are you sur-" I cut him off with my finger to his lips.

"You brother needs you on this one Dean, I'll be fine" I smiled to him, pulling one of my black strands behind my ear. He smiled and I bent up to kiss him.

"Salt the doors and windows." He said after the kiss.

"Holy water around my neck and make sure my tattoo is always their, Dean I'm a hunter too.'' I knew Dean didn't like it when I called us a hunter. He got out, we got out. But there was no such thing as truly getting out. "Hey." I said bending up to touch our foreheads together, "I'll be fine." He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me into a kiss. I thought about the baby that was growing in my stomach. I couldn't tell him, not now. He would never leave and I knew how important this was to him.

"I have a surprise for you." I whispered, placing the small keys into his hand. He smirked. "Cleaned it for his first ride out again.'' I walked with him out the door. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other clutching the keys. A black 67 chevy impala waited for him in front of our house.

"Perfect." He mumbled. His emerald eyes glowed down at me.

"Go." I said with a smile. "You'll be back, bring Sam for a visit, I haven't seen him for a while." Dean walked over to his car and slid into the comfortable leather seats. Metallica blasting as the smooth engine breaking the crisp air. I turned around and closed the white door, taking the thick bag of salt and laying across the floor. "One week." I said to myself, falling to the couch. I closed my eyes and thought of all the monsters I used to fight. All the pains I put myself through. Now I was pregnant and I can't put myself in that much danger anymore.

"Grace." I heard someone behind me call. Spinning around I grabbed my gun out of my boot. A familiar man in a trench coat stood there I smiled at him.

"Castiel right, Dean told me about you," He nodded and blushed, like a little girl. "It's nice to finally meet you." I said moving over to give him room on the couch.

"No, I'm here to tell you something," he had a look on his face almost like he had to say certain words, "you can not tell Dean I came." I nodded and he continued. "Congratulations by the way, the baby's going to be beautiful, and strong." Then the door opened and Dean walked in looking for something.

"Looking for something?" I asked as he walked in.

"Ya" He started "Ahh" He said picking his pistol up.

"See you in less than a week." He said sternly, to make sure it was true.

"Have fun." I said sarcastically with a smile. I turn back to where I thought Castiel was hiding but no one was there. "Castiel?" I curiously asked looking for him. "Castiel?" I said getting up to find the angel. I walked outside to see Dean's car already down the block. "What the hell?" I mumbled looking for the angel.

"Grace." Something rang out of my head.

"Ya?" I asked looking for the person who said my name.

"Grace it's me Castiel, I can't get to you, someone else is there." I bent down to pick up my knife but something grabbed my hand.