Finding Grace

Chapter 7

       "Remember what I've said, Grace." Gabriel leaned down and kisses her head.
     "Wait three days and if you're not back, run off and start my own life." Grace told him like she has repeated it thousands of times because she has.
     "Good," He smiled to her ", Night, Sunshine."
     He walked out and the door latched behind him.
    
     One day passed after another then once it hit the third day, Grace gets up and opens the door, peering out. She retracts her head back in and hugs herself. She's alone. She grabs all her stuff and puts it in a bag then grabs a few things of Gabriel's and shoves it in too. Secretly, she is scared out of her mind. Her father has disappeared and left her alone. She doesn't even know who her other parent is. She slings on her backpack and heads out of the apartment complex.
        She walks along the side of the forest and road, looking at the ground. The nineteen year old didn't know what to do besides walk. Walk away from her past. Water starts to drip from above and she looks up at the sky, sighing. Great. Rain. To drown out my terrible mood.
        After a half an hour, she hears the puttering of an engine. She looks back at it and stops in her tracks. The car comes to a stop beside her and the windows on the black frame roll down. "Do you need a ride?" A voice calls and Grace huffs a giggle.
     "If you allow roads to no where then sure. Let me hitch a ride before a cold starts kickin' in." Grace looks up at the sky then to the man in the drivers seat.
     Another guy chuckles, "Sweetie, that's always where we're going. Hop into the back."
      Grace opens the backseat and slides in. A man in a Trenchcoat and striking blue eyes looks at her as she peeled off her bag and jacket. "Who are you?" The man tilts his head, voice lowly and rough.
     She smiles, "Grace," but then pauses only to make up a last name,"Grace Vaughn."
      "Grace..." The man repeats to himself.
      The driver looks to the blue eyed man, "Cas, tell her your name."
      "Ah, I'm Castiel."
      "Nice to meet'cha." Grace didn't want to say anything but the name sounded familiar.
      "I'm Dean," the driver says then points to the passenger side, "That's my brother, Sam."
      Grace nods and leans back against the seat, "Where are you guys headed?"
      "To a hotel, to get some sleep."
      "Long day?"
      "Yeah, you could say that."
      "I'm right with you, pal."
      She knew exactly how they felt. The tone in his voice gave a warning and a sullen tone. Yet, Castiel wouldn't stop looking at her. "Are you checkin' me out or is there something on my face?" She slightly glares at the man beside her.
      "I uh," he looked to the driver then back to Grace, "it was nothing."
      "Uhuh." Though Grace didn't believe him.
      "Well, we should probably get two rooms." Dean says looking in the rearview mirror, switching the conversation.
      "Or," his brother finally speaks, "You can have the couch and Grace and I can have the beds."
     "Oh, you bitch. You're taking the couch."
     "Yeah right, Jerk."
     This convo continued until they arrived at a hotel. The car putters to a stop and the brothers walked to the main entrance. Castiel watches them as they walk off then he turns towards Grace. "Now, who really are you?" His stern face only increases as he asks the question.
      "Like I said before, grumpy cat. I'm Grace Vaughn." Grace reaches for the door handle, wanting to leave.
      "No, you're different."
      Grace opens the door, "Awh, Thanks.", then hops out, closing the door on his face.
      Grace hugs her bag and coat to her chest, hoping the brothers would be back soon.

      Sam and Dean walk out to Grace being pinned against the wall by Cas, their angel pal. "Woah, hey!" Dean yells at him and rushes over.
      Sam runs over, confused and concerned because...the girl was crying. Dean was pulling Cas away and leading him to the car. Dean looks at Sam and he nods back. He's gotta take Grace into the room and talk with her. "Hey, uh, kid," Sam starts as he walks up to the girl. "wanna head into the room?"
      She looks familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. After a bit of angry silence, she responds, picking up her stuff, "Sure."
     "Alright. Sorry about Cas. He's not usually like this." Sam walks of to the room with Grace following.
     She huffs, but doesn't respond. He unlocks and opens the door. "You can take which ever bed. My jerk of a brother will take the other." Sam sits on the couch and stretches slightly.
     "Thanks." Grace sets her stuff on the second bed and wipes her tears.
     "Do you know why he attacked you?"
     "I don't friggin know! I was just minding my goddamn business and-and he just got snoopy and attacked me! Friggin douchebag..."
     "I'm sorry. Guessed you started crying because he attacked you?"
     "Oh, not just that. I've had a shit day. My papa, ah, disappeared...or died." Her voice breaks at the last words and Sam blinks.