Finding Grace

Chapter 11

        The car is puttering in silence down the country road. Speaking is nonexistent as they play a once annoying tune to Sam. Now, the song lives as a memory of an archangel that wanted the fighting to cease and was willing to do the opposite of what he wanted to help the Winchesters.
       Sam looks to the backseat to see Grace hugging her knees to her chest, dull eyes staring into nothingness. She insisted they burry him so if God, if he's even there, could bring him back. Sam etched a anti-possession symbol on his chest to make sure that no demons would harm Gabriel's meat suit.
       Grace's eyes are puffy and red from the numberless tears she shed when she saw her father dead on the ground. The brothers need to contact Castiel but he is busy with his life right now, so they have to think of another angel that would know of Gabriel and Grace.
       They had told her that they were the hunters Sam and Dean Winchesters and she thought that she had heard of the Winchesters before. That'd make sense because Gabriel knew them well, especially Sam. Sam refrains himself of thinking about that time because that was when he was "The Trickster". A bad guy that they repeatedly stabbed.
       "Hey, Grace." Sam waves a hand to her in the backseat, making her look up, "Your father was a good man, okay? Brave and smart, just like you."
      Her eyes well with tears and she nods, "Thank you."
      "Brave?" Dean whispers to Sam, "he was afraid to fight his brother."
      "Brave enough to face Lucifer." Sam let's Dean know as they hear the leather behind them shift a little.
      Sam looks Grace. Even more curled in on herself, eyes riddled with fear and looking at the brothers.
      Shit.
      "Lucifer?" She says, softly.
      "Uh, yeah," Sam musters out.
      "I've heard of him. Never really seen or felt his presence. My papa," she sits up, taking in a deep breath," would mumble or think about him and I could...listen. Hell, I know what you're thinking right now but I'm not listening."
      "So you know of lucifer from Gabriel's-Uhm, your dad's point of view?" Sam turns towards her slightly, raising an eyebrow.
      "Yes, lucifer was the older brother. Looked up to him. Tricked with him. Until his fall. One of his saddest days. He loved his brother. He wanted to do the same for Castiel-"
     "Woah, Cas? Gabriel? The sucker loving ass, raised Castiel, mellow uncultured angel?" Dean blurts.
     "Yeah, and you can shut your filthy pie hole, Jackass."
     Great, just like her father.
    "Okay, so," Sam clears his throat, "We'll get back to a hotel room and talk some more, okay?"
     "Great because talking about my papa will make me feel even better after finding out his brother, Lucifer killed him."
     Sam sighs and turns away, facing the dash. Stubborn and loudmouthed, sounds like a kid of Gabriel.

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      Dean is passed out on a bed in the hotel room as Sam and Grace sit across from each other at the small table. "So," Sam starts again but gets cut off.
       "My life's story, Huh?? You want to know all about me? It's gunna take a while." Grace frowns and looks Sam in the eyes.
       Sam sighs and rubs his face. He always sees something familiar about her but he blames the archangel's vessel. "Look, I just want to get to know you if you're going to stay with us. So, tell me about yourself."
       "No thanks, lumberjack."
       "Okay. Alright."
       She looks Sam up an down, "My papa liked you a lot. Saw plenty of visions and heard about you more than your brother."
       Sam huffs out a smile and looks down, clearing his throat, "Yeah, Don't..Uhm, tell my brother but we had a thing before he told me he was the-"
      "Trickster," she smiles softly, "He loved tricking you guys and everyone. Those were my bed time stories."
       Sam chuckles, "bed time stories? Those can be horrible! He killed Dean hundreds of times."
      "In funny ways. Hell, you killed him with an axe~"
      "Accidentally."
      "Uhuh, but yeah. I know you two had a thing."
      "Just don't tell Dean is all I'm worried about."
      "Secret's safe with me."
      "So did your dad talk about any other angels?"
      "Besides lucifer and Castiel, maybe."
      "Maybe?"
      "I don't want to say. I don't want to learn too much of myself."
       Sam raises an eyebrow, "Why not?"
      "It just," she looks at her hands and sighs, "I've never known my other parent. They were never there for me, why should I go looking for them now if they didn't want to see me?"
       "Well, maybe they didn't know and felt bad. They could have started rethinking it or actually still love you."
       "Yeah, sure."
       "Just think, they'll love you and be happy to have you back."
       "Uhuh," She sighs and gets up, stretching, "I'm gunna head to bed on that lovely note. Sleep tight, Lumberjack."
        Sam scoffs and smiles, "Have a good night, Grace."
        Grace smiles softly and takes her hair out of the bun. She kneads her scalp, shaking her hair, and climbs into bed.
        Sam gets up and walks out to the impala. Better in the car than a couch, right? He climbs in the front and closes the door. Looking up at the ceiling, Sam starts thinking. That girl is totally like her father. Gabriel. Sam sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Still too soon. He knows how Grace feels. Heart broken and upset beyond belief. Hopefully they'll find her other parent soon.