"Gr—a..." Grace looked around the area, she was pouring over some old lore books just trying to get some information straight on ghouls, "Gr—e..." raising her head once more she looked around,
"Who's there? Sam...if this is a prank I swear to god." Then from another part of the bunker she heard Dean yelling. She set the book aside and stood, heading towards the eldest siblings room.
"Dean?" the petite blonde walked right into her brother as he rounded a corner, "Grace? What's going on?"
"If I knew do you think I'd be back here?" he flashed her an unappreciative look as the light flickered again, "Don't look at me like that, Sam. I know I'm all supernatural and angelic and shit now but even I don't think I could do this." He took off towards deans room, however upon arrival neither saw him.
"Dean?" Grace opened the door to the study area "Gr—e" she looked at the spinning chair, thinking she'd finally gone insane, "Who's there?!"
"Who are you talking to?" she looked around the room once more as Sam reached for one of the iron swords, "No one, I just keep hearing my name."
"So you're the ghost whisperer now?" Narrowing her eyes she looked around the study again "I will slap you."
"Ooh, I'm scared." A sudden Gunshot startled them both as two pairs of eyes landed on Dean.
"So..."
"Yep. Bunker's haunted." As the brothers conversed Grace was trying to figure out where she knew the voice from, it was definitely familiar.
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"How is this possible?" Sam had since busied himself with preparing salt rounds for the shot guns, "I thought you said this was the safest place on the planet.
"Look, I know nothing got in. I mean, the bunker is warded and sigiled from top to bottom, there's no way something came in from the outside."
"Okay, so whoever's haunting us died here."
"What, dead man of letters?" A thought occurred to Grace as they rattled off ideas, "No, that doesn't track. I mean, we're the first people to occupy this place in 50 years. Why would a ghost wait so long to get it's spook on?"
"Must have been a more recent death." A few more things clicked as the two had their back and forth,
'That makes sense now...It has to be Kevin.' Dean refused to acknowledge Sam's proposal,
"No."
"How can you be so sure."
"Because I burned his body myself, okay? It's not him."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, Dean. Remember, All the angels have fallen and heaven's closed." Grabbing a bottle of pop from the fridge she left her brothers behind.
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Grace returned to the kitchen sometime later after the light had flickered again.
"No, this is not happening. I didn't spend months struggling to break through the veil just tog et stuck listening to Dean Winchester having a self-pity party. Didn't hear enough of those when I was alive" Grace just beamed from the door way as Kevin started to materialize.
"Hey, Kevin."
"You can see me?" he seemed confused, eyes trailing over the three siblings.
"Easy, Kevin. You might not hold this form for too long, okay? I-it takes a while."
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An Angel's Grace (A Castiel X OC story) (Supernatural.)
Romance"She has to die." he stared at death as the reaper relayed the message, "Like Hell." Death let out an exasperated sigh "Now we've been over being rude. Just listen for a moment. She has a big part to play, and simply can't do what she is meant to do...
