Finding Grace

Chapter 12

       Grace woke up in a start, gasping and looking around the room. None of the Winchesters were in sight and Grace leans back against the wall and sobs. Nightmares, right? Dreamt of too much. Not fun.
        Sam yawns as he walks into the room. Grace wipes her tears away quickly and clears her throat. Sam looks towards her and knits his brows together, "You okay, Grace?"
         Damn, he noticed. She sighs, "nightmares,"
         "Want to talk about it?"
         She looks at him. Scanning him up and down, to see if she should trust him. He is genuinely concerned about her. "Sure."
        He sits by her feet on the bed and looks over to her, "so, what was it about?"
        "My papa getting killed by lucifer in their true forms."
        Sam nods. Looks like he's at a loss for words.
        "I'll be fine," Grace let's him know and sigh," just really messed me up."
        "I bet. I understand how it feels. I also saw my dad, Uhm, dead on the floor of a hospital. He sold his soul to bring Dean back to life," he tells her.
       "Wow," Grace didn't know what else to say.
        Their dad sounded great but assholey at the same time and she didn't know how to respond. Does she say that he's a good father or not?
        "Yeah, well," he smiles awkwardly to her, "I hope your nightmares go away soon."
        "Me too." She wipes her eyes and sniffs.
        "Do you want to talk some more?"
        "You're really milking it, arent'cha?" Grace raises an eyebrow at him and he sighs.
        "I'm only trying to help and my brother would be even worse at this." He gets up and heads to the small kitchen.
       "Well, I'm going to get dressed and smack your brother if he tries to look at me again." She grabs her bag and rummages through it. The photos,Dad's journal, Dad's hijink list, clothes.
       Sam chuckles lightly, "Will do."
       Grace pulls out some clothes and starts to strip off the dirty clothes she is wearing. She pulls on a muscle tank top with AC/DC scrawled on the front and throws on a denim jacket, followed by some ripped up bleach jeans.
       She spilled out the contents in the bag and put the dirty clothes in the bottom. As she refilled the bag, Dean comes over and snatches up a picture. "Awh, Look at this little cutie." He smirks and chuckles.
       She didn't even hear him come in. Sam started to yell at his adolescent older brother when Grace yells.
      
                               • • •

      "So, What happened?" Grace asks as she sits on the back seat on the impala, legs hanging out.
      Sam sighs. His cheeks are pink from being exasperated, but his right cheek is slowly bruising to a mushy purple yellow tone. "You beat the shit out of me, that's what," Dean exclaims while laying behind Grace.
     Dean has a broken, bleeding nose, bruises forming around his neck, fractured ribs, broken arm and a slight concussion, but Grace doesn't remember a thing.
       "I just remember you took a picture from me and I yelled at you." Grace looks over to Dean.
      "Well, that was the beginning of it," Sam starts and stands up from cleaning the blood off her hands," after that, you jumped over the bed and pushed him up against the wall, rough enough to make a dent."
      "Then, Sammy came to intervene and you Uhm," Dean snaps his fingers and points once he finds the words," turned to him, eyes glowing yellow. You punched him in the face then brought his shoulders down and kneed him in the gut. He was gasping for air like a fish out of water."
        "You repeated the same steps to Dean and held his neck tightly, choking him against the wall until he let go of the picture. Then you threw him across the room, slamming him against a couch, sideways. You gathered your things and ran out to the car."
       "And you brought Dean out and drove to a different motel?" Grace asks, weariness in her voice.
      "Yeah, I mean, I understand why you lashed out. You're still in shock and sorrow and Dean stole something from you." Sam squats back down in front of her and looks her in the eyes.
       It's comfort and worry in those hazel eyes. Grace sighs and shakes her head, "I'm sorry. I'll grab my things and head out on my way."
       "What? No, it's okay, Grace." Sam rests a hand on her knee, "stuff like this happens all the time and its normal for us. We want to help you. You've lost so much already and you have no where to go. We'd like to help you find where you belong."
       Grace blinks and tears fall down her cheeks slowly. She nods and squeaks out, "thank you."
      Sam hugs her and she hugs back tightly, healing him as she does so. The hug breaks and she wipes her eyes again, "I'm sorry, though."
       "As long as you heal us we'll be good." Dean croaks behind her and she turns to him.
       "Of course, asshat." She taps his leg and heals him, instantly.
       "ugh," Dean sits up and rubs his face, "thanks."
       "Welcome, but yeah. Don't you dare ever touch my shit again or I might do the same attacks, got it?"
       "Yep, got it."