Finding Grace

Chapter 13

      "So what are we doing, again?" Grace shifted against the leather seats of the impala.
      "We are going to Bobby's place. He's a friend of ours." Dean grumbles and taps against the wheel.
      "Great, lovely explanation. Heard about him a little bit." Grace leans back against the seat, relaxing slightly.
      Sam ignores their conversation and looks out the window. The apocalypse is nearing. Fantastic. And they only have two more rings they have to grab before then to cast Lucifer back in the cage. Thanks, Gabriel for that tip or the apocalypse would kill us all. Hopefully, it won't.
       Yet, Sam knows that lucifer is going to use him as a vessel. It's a sickening feeling in his gut. Like Pestilence. Not ready for that fight or tossing lucifer back in the cage either.
      The impala rocks to a halt as they stop near Bobby's house. Sam hops out and Dean follows  him. They walk up to Bobby, who sits in his black wheel chair on the porch. "Hey'a Bobby." Sam walks up the stairs on the porch.
       "Hey, you two. Does it kill ya to call once n' a while?" Bobby responds and Dean chuckles.
       "You know how the apocalypse can be, Bobby." Dean cracks a smile.
       "Ah, yeah right. What's been going on?"
      "Well, we've been a bit busy dealing with....other things."
      "What do you mean?" Bobby asks and like she had a cue, Grace climbed out of the impala.
       Grace waves then walks up to the porch and holds out a hand to him, "It's nice to meet'cha, Bobby."
       "And you are?", Bobby raises an eyebrow at the Boys and looks back to Grace, shaking her hand.
       "I'm Grace, Gabriel's, or as you would refer to him as The Trickster, kid." Grace put on a devilish smile, much like her fathers.
      "Well, How 'bout you head inside and make yourself at home?" Bobby tells Grace and she  nods, taking no time to hurry inside.
      The brothers uncomfortably smile to Bobby as he looks mind blown. "You boys had better explain what the hell she's talking about." He told the boys and they nodded.

     After a while of explaining, they finish and look at Bobby. "just, understand that she's looking for a home and her parent so we've been trying to help her out," Sam tells Bobby.
       "You're trying to help a Nephillum of an archangel? Are you boys crazy?"
      "Well sam is mostly. I'm kinda iffy on it with how much she's yelled at me."
      "We came here to tell you news about Pestilence but also if there's anyway to help her find her other parent, too."
      Bobby sighs, "I'll try to look through the books to see if there's anything but you two are helping me out with it too since you idjits put yourself into this mess,"
      "Thanks, Bobby." Sam heads inside and starts looking at all the books.

      "This is a lot of alcohol," Grace says as she looks through the refrigerator.
      "You said it, Sister." Dean grabs a beer from in the fridge and pops the cap off, sipping the sour liquid.
     Sam hums and scans over the book labels as Bobby follows after him on another bookshelf.
       "You okay there, Sam?" Bobby glances to him then back to the books.
       "Yeah, I'm just tired and exhausted." Sam picks a book and pulls it out to skim through it.
       "Alright. Well," Bobby pauses and pushes himself over to Sam, "That girl is really Gabriel's kid?"
       "Yeah, she is. I promise you." Sam and Bobby's voices hush down to a whisper."Why are you asking?"
       "If you look at her, I don't think you would notice, but she does look like you-"
       "What? No, she doesn't," Yet, Sam can't help but glance over to Grace and Dean, where she's starting to tilt a beer bottle towards her lips."Wha-Hey!"
      Grace and Dean look over to him as he rushes over. "hey!" Grace exclaims as Sam takes her beer away.
      "No beer for you," he holds it up then takes a swig, "You're too young."
      "C'mon, Sam. She's an archangel baby. I bet she's like captain America where they dont get her drunk!" Dean smugly smiles as he takes a sip of his beer.
      Sam sighs and scowls, "let's not find that out just yet."
      Dean smug look turns into him rolling his eyes as Sam walks back to Bobby. Skimming through the book, Bobby continues, "Don't'cha see it, Sam?"
      "I don't. I don't see it, Bobby," Sam rubs his temple and glances back up to his brother and the girl.
      He did, barely, yet he didn't want to admit it. "Let's just find the information."
      Sam totally forgot what the information was anyways. Thanks, Bobby. "Alright," Bobby continues skimming through the books beside him.
       Sam was already overwhelmed with stress. He didn't need another "what if?" scenario stuck in his head.
        He taps his book and puts it on the table. "Here's an angel summoning spell," he tells Bobby.
        Bobby wheels over and looks to it. "Just a few ingredients, but we need an angel to summon."
       "I'll try to get one out of Grace." Sam walks over to Grace, tapping her shoulder.
       "Hmm?" She turns to him and snacks on chips.
       "Are there any angels your, uh, dad was close friends with?"
       "Sure."
       He waits, "who?"
       "Should I tell you?"
       Sam sighs and looks her over, "we only want to help you and we don't have a lot of time as it is."
        She rolls her eyes and walks out. "Grace-" Sam exclaims then groans.
       "Don't stress, Sammy. Wait five minutes," Dean stretches in his chair, relaxing.
        "We just have to figure this out, quickly."
        "Maybe she's just grabbing something," as Dean says that, she walks in with her bag.
         She sets it on the table, opening it and scrummaging through it. After a while, she pulls out a journal. "This was my papa's," .she opens it and mumbles something.
         High pitched screeching starts up before ending abruptly. The journal highlights pages and she skips through them.
       "What the hell was that?" Sam questions and Dean rubs his temples.
       "She was speaking-" Dean starts.
       "Enochian."
       "Yeah, that. Cas did that to me when we first met."
        "How sweet," Grace teases then points at the page, "Balthazar..? Oh, yeah. He'd love meeting you guys. He loooveed hearing that My papa raised me."
        Sam looks over her shoulder and looks at the writing. "Huh, that's some weird text."
       "Also enochian."
       "Alright, so Balthazar."
       "Yes, he drinks and doesn't give a shit about humans." Grace closes the journal and shoves it away.
       "What would be something significant to him?"
       "Hell if I know," Grace looks up at the ceiling and then back to me, "I can pray. You guys could hurt me and I can pray for help from him."
       Dean looks over to Sam, "It could work.
       "I'm not going to hurt you just to get an angel down here, Grace." Sam tell Grace and she furrows her eyebrows.
       She looks at the table and grabs an angel blade. Flipping it over, she holds the handle out to Dean. "You can hurt me," she tells Dean and he takes the blade, "We'll go downstairs so you don't have to worry about me..~"
       Sam huffs and rubs his face, "fine."
      
      Sam sets up the angel and binding trap for Balthazar with Bobby as Grace walks upstairs, cut and busted up. Dean hands the blade to Grace and she looks at it. Sam raises an eyebrow then is startled when she stabs herself in the leg. Crying out, she prays to Balthazar in enochian as she pulls out the blade.
       Grace stops and leans into Sam, handing him the blade. The sudden sound of large wings swooping against the air stops in the room. "Oh," an accented voice calls from inside the trap, "Grace."
       Flame builds around the man in the middle of the trap. Sam sets Grace down in a chair then turns to the man. "You could have at least let me heal her first, you apes." The blond angel spoke.
       He wasn't what they expected. Grey v-neck, black jacket and skinny jeans. Like some punk artist that was about to perform on stage.
       Grace smirks and sits up, healing herself at a steady pace, "Nice to see ya, uncle Balthy."
       "Hello, Sunshine darling." Balthazar's dull tone made it sound like they had a rocky relationship.
      "Don't call me Sunshine," Grace seems to collapse into herself and Sam looks to Balthazar.
      "So, Balthazar. She called you here because she, well, we need answers."
      "Oh yeah? What answers do you want from me?" Balthazar seems to glance his attention to Sam then to Grace.
       "Were you once her care taker?"
        "Once, perhaps. I talked with Gabriel more so than babysat the little sap."
        "Uhuh, okay." Sam stays by Grace's side as she seems to look hurt and angry.
        "Did Gabriel ever reveal Grace's other parent to her?" Dean asks, taking the angel blade from Sam's grasp.
       "Not that I remember, no. Though he did talk about...him a lot."
       "Him?" Sam raises an eyebrow, "That's not genetically possible."
       "We're angels, Sam Winchester," he glances to Grace again,"nothing's not 'genetically possible'."
       "Will you tell us who he is?"
       "That, I promised to Gabriel I wouldn't say. Let's just say he's in town."
       Dean sighs along with Sam. "See," Grace exclaims, "I'll never know."
       Sam furrows his brows, "he says he's in town", he starts to dowse the fire with water and scuff up the paint.
       Balthazar smiles then disappears.
       "So, we have a start."