Angel's daughter

Chapter 11

Still no update on my dad, he's completely off the grid now. I haven't been getting dreams but I've been doing a lot of sleeping. I was awoke in the library by Sam and Dean. Kevin was going crazy so they basically gave him a vacation out of the bunker.

"Well, he's all set up in a warded hotel room. Kid really needed it. He was staring at that rock saying falafel the whole ride" Dean said. I just moaned at the rude awakening, "Why is it every time we see you, you're sleeping?" Dean asked,

"Why is it every time I see you, you're wearing the exact same thing" I shot back, "I can't tell if it's the same day or if you just don't have any other outfits" I tried to stay awake but already my eyes were drooping again,

"How much sleep do you get at night?" Sam asked. I shrugged, sitting up sleepily. My mum walked out of the kitchen getting ready to go to work again. She gave Sam and Dean a look that prompted them to leave. They both took the hint and left. I furrowed my eyebrows at her as she went to sit next to me. Well, something was wrong,

"Hey Grace" Her voice was hushed a little and her tone wasn't what I was used to. She wasn't giving me eye contact. Normally it's the other way round then my mum would ask me what I've done,

"Mum?" I asked, "What's wrong?"

"I was just wondering, I've seen you sleeping all the time" She started, looking back at me,

"I know" I said, "It would be quicker to count the hours I'm awake"

"Come on, bed. Some proper sleep will do you good" She said, taking my arm and leading me down the hall to my room. Once there, she closed the door behind her and sat beside me. Uh, oh. Something happened. This is exactly what she did when my dog died, "Grace, are you still having those dreams?" She asked, rather cautiously. Alarm bells were ringing in my head at her actions and tone. She only ever really acted like this when she was really worried,

"Why?" I asked, "Mum, what happened?"

"I was just hoping you'd know anything about your father" I paused before shaking my head,

"Since he warded himself against angels, I haven't been able to tell where he is" She sighed,

"I'm worried about him" I relaxed ever so slightly. Nothing happened, no one is moving anywhere. But now I studied her. She's never outwardly shown her worry like this. Even now that I'm sixteen she still would treat me like I was five. She must really worry. She was just looking back at me right now, "I should let you sleep" She said, "You look exhausted" She left the room and I sat for a minute before a huge wave of exhaustion came over me. I don't know what happened but I had to go to sleep. My head just hit the pillow and I was out like a light.

I woke up about a couple hours later. I walked out my room and there was quiet in the hallways. No sign of anyone. For a minute I thought I was actually still dreaming but most of my dreams right now are black, some mumbling in the background. I wandered into the kitchen and library, no one there. The garage, the car's gone. I heard the heavy door of the bunker open and close,

"Sam? Dean?" I called, heading back to the library. It was my mum instead,

"They're away on a hunt" She called behind her, not having noticed I was close as she head into the kitchen with her bags, "It's just us now"

"Oh" I replied, "Wait, you're back from work already?"

"I've been gone for hours sweetie" Sweetie? My mum would either say honey or some variation of my name,

"Yeah, two hours. That's not a work shift" She squinted her eyes,

"Two hours? Your clock must be wrong. Grace, I've been gone the whole day" I looked at my watch then hers. They were definitely out of sync, "Have you been asleep the whole time?" She asked. I sat down a little stunned,