Dean and Sam pulled up to the Graces townhouse. Dean wasted no time getting out of the car and going to the trunk. Sam got out and ran to the trunk. "Dean, Dean, wait," he said as Dean opened the trunk and took out everything he needed. "Dean, would you stop."
"No, Grace is in there, you didn't hear her Sam. She needs me, she needs our help."
"Dean you are going in there with your emotions running high. You don't have the right mind right now."
Dean stopped and looked at his brother. "Sam, you didn't hear her on the other end begging me for help. It just…it just reminded me of Hell. The souls I ripped apart begging me, pleading me. I just can't let her down, not again."
Sam nodded and grabbed the things he needed. They walked up to the house and tried opening the door. It was locked. "Do you feel that?" asked Dean.
"High electricity," said Sam and he put his hand out over the door. "It's all over even before you touch the door."
"Well, here goes for trying to be quiet." Dean kicked the door and it opened up. Him and Sam barged in and looked around. It seemed normal and calm. Dean looked up the stairs and nodded up. Sam nodded and headed towards the kitchen. Dean went up the stairs and the place started to look familiar, it was the place in his dream.
"Well, well, well Dean Winchester, should have known you would be coming back for her," said a demon coming out of one of the rooms. Dean looked to see a demon in one of rooms coming out.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"I'm the bitch from the bar. Damien is not going to be too happy to see that you are here."
"Sorry, didn't notice without the other body. Where's Grace?"
She smiled. "She's in her room. I know she would really want to see you right now, but Damien would want to see you first."
"Dean!" yelled Sam. They heard thudding downstairs.
"Sam!" yelled Dean.
The demon laughed. "Looks like the others found him first. Don't worry your pretty little head; you and Sam are supposed to be Grace's first kill." Dean looked at her weird and then got hit in the head and knocked unconscious.
Dean and Sam woke up in a dark room. They couldn't see anything. "Sam?" asked Dean.
"Yeah," said Sam and coughed. "So much for trying to save Grace. Now how are we going to save ourselves?"
"I'm thinking." They heard a door open and some light coming down the stairway. Someone turned the lights on and Sam and Dean blinked trying to get used to the light. They heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They looked up to see Damien, the woman demon and another man, probably a demon, walk towards them.
"Good you're awake," said Damien.
"Where's Grace?" asked Dean staring Damien in the eyes.
Damien smirked. "Oh, around, don't worry you'll be seeing her soon. Like Tara said you two will be her first. The ones you care about are the ones that die first."
They heard a scream from upstairs and the woman laughed. "I think she's awake."
Damien grinned and nodded towards Dean. Dean felt hands on his shoulders and pulled him up. He tried getting out of the grip but couldn't. The demon and Dean stopped at Damien. "I swear once I get out of these handcuffs I will kill you, you understand?! I will kill you." Dean growled and snarled as he went by and up the stairs.
Sam watched as Dean and the demon vanished from his sight. "Now what to do with you," said Damien.
"Let me play with him," said the woman. She ran her hand across his chest and then dug her nails into him.
"Now, now Tara, play nice. Remember who he is, we're not allowed to hurt him. Our father will be very angry with us." Tara pouted and then kissed Sam's cheek.
Dean got pushed Grace's room falling on his knees with the door slamming and locking behind him. Dean looked around to see Grace sitting on the one side of her bed, her back facing him. He saw her head in her hands and she was shaking.
"Grace," he said trying to stand up. His hands were still in handcuffs and it was difficult to move without his arms. He finally was able to get up and walk over to her. "Grace…are you ok?"
She lifted her head out of her hands and looked up at him. He was startled by her black eyes. She grinned at him. "Oh, I'm feeling good." She moved her hand and threw him against the wall. "Real good. How about you?"
"Come on Grace. This isn't you; you can fight this…nice outfit." Grace grinned and looked down at her. She noticed her black corset top and black leather pants. She also had black leather boots on. Her hair was straight and darker than before. "I knew you would like it." She grinned again and walked up to him. He started having déjà vu, his dream.
"Grace, you are still in there, I know you are. Fight it Grace." Dean saw her eyes flicker. "Answer me Grace, how many more times do you have to take the tonic before you're a demon?"
Grace frowned and looked at him. "Two more times." Dean felt the power around his neck let go.
"I promise to get you out of here."
Grace's eyes went black and she frowned even more. She grabbed him by the neck and squeezed. "I am sick of your promises, Dean. Every time you promised something to me you broke it. You broke a lot of things." She stepped up and kissed him roughly on the lips. "I want you to hurt as much as I've been hurting for the last five-six years." She kissed him again and moved the hand that was on his neck to his hair and pulled at it roughly. She let go of his lips. The two were out of breath.
"Trust me baby," he said is a raspy voice, "I'm hurting."
She furrowed her eyes and grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him on the bed. His face turned into pain as he felt the handcuffs dig into his skin. "Ugh, that's going to leave a mark." She grabbed his shirt in his fist and pushed him harder on the bed. She sat on top of him straddling him and punched him in the face. He groaned in pain. "Grace, you don't want to do this, you don't want to kill me."
She punched him again. She felt tears falling down her eyes. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted his head to hers. "I tried my best to hate you. To hate everything about you but I couldn't." Her eyes flickered again. Dean understood that he had to make her express emotion. Make her feel the love and pain that she has been hiding all these years to get her to change back.
She lifted her fist up again ready to punch him. He looked at it and then at her. "I knew how you felt Grace. I knew, I still know." He watched her fist as it stopped. He quickly glanced at her trying to figure her out. "I treated you in a way no one should be treated, but I did it out of…love." Grace lowered her fist. "You knew how I was brought up, I didn't know how to express my feelings towards you, but after these last years away from you, everything that I've been through, I know now that I love you Grace. I even knew back then, I just couldn't grasp the concept. I thought you would be my weakness. You know how they use our weaknesses against us."
Grace scowled at him. "Remember the time you came to visit me in the hospital a few years back after the bad car accident." She looked at him wondering how he knew. She snuck in after Sam and John left down the hall. "I was there Grace. I heard everything you said. You tried to will me back into my body. You held my hand and kissed my forehead. You felt me touch your arm. I know you did, I saw the look on your face after I touched you. Now, if you let me do the same, let me will you back into yours Grace. Please, I love you."
Grace's eyes flickered and she closed her eyes letting his collar go. She had her eyes closed for a while. "Grace?" he asked, doubt started to spread through his mind. Wondering if it worked. She opened her eyes and he saw her beautiful hazel ones staring at him. He let out a breath of relief and she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him. He kissed her back and she let go.
"As much as I love this whole kinky handcuff thing, I don't think this is the right time," said Dean and he smiled at her. She grinned and got off him. He got off the bed and she picked the lock on the handcuffs. "Thanks." He rubbed his wrist and put the handcuffs in his pockets.
"Oh my God." He heard Grace and turned around to find her staring at herself in the mirror. "What the hell happened to me?"
"Hell, yes, but I think you look sexy," said Dean and he smiled at her.
She turned around squinting at him and smiled. "Don't look at me like that, where's Sam?"
"Basement…you know we can always save Tim, since he's only being possessed."
"No, you can't. Damien sent Tim to hell…"Grace sat on the bed. "It's my fault."
"No, no it's not." He kneeled in front of her. "None of this is. Now come on. Toughing up soldier, we need to free Sam, kill these demons and get the hell out of here…unless you'd like to stay."
She smiled at his little pep talk, so Dean. "You are kidding? There's nothing left here for me, you are stuck with me…plus, I know you can't live without me."
Dean got up and helped Grace up. "That's an understatement, I was sent to hell."
"What?" she asked.
"Right, we have a lot to talk about." He grimaced and looked around. "You don't happen to have anything in here that would ward off demons."
"Dean, I've been supernatural free for a few years, do you think I would?"
"I may still have some powers left…"
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Powers?"
"Did you expect me to just have the black eyes, the sexy black outfit and the cocky attitude by just drinking the tonic? It was a telekinesis power."
"I guess that's how you threw me against the wall, uh, go ahead, try it." He was a little unsure about her using them; it was like Sam all over. She stood in front of the door and swung her hand. The door blew open and she backed up a little. "Whoa." That's all she heard from Dean. She turned around and smirked. "Comes in handy, I guess."
Her and Dean walked out of the room and hear running up the stairs. Grace swung her hand at them and they all fell back down the stairs. Dean and her ran down the stairs. Dean was about to run to the basement when Grace stopped him. "Wait," she said and opened the closet door. Dean looked in and saw all their weapons. He grinned. "How'd you…"
"I overheard them talking," she said grabbing the holy water from the duffel bag. Her and Dean walked towards the basement.
"Grace," said a voice behind them. Grace and Dean turned around, it was Damien. "You've been a very, very bad little girl."
"Dean, get to Sam…"
"I'm not leaving you."
"Listen to the little bitch."
Grace uncapped the bottle and threw some of the holy water at him. Damien screamed as it burned his skin and he fell to his knees. "No one calls me a bitch." She turned to Dean. "Get Sam." She turned back to Damien and he was getting back up. She heard Dean running down the stairs. She threw more holy water on him and then felt someone throw her towards the wall making her drop the bottle, it spilling out everywhere. She looked up to see that demon bitch standing over her.
"You know, I never thought we should have used you, weak minded by love." She walked over to Grace and looked back Damien who was getting back up. He had burns all over his body from the holy water. She looked back at Grace. "You know what I'm going to do; I'm going to skin you alive, piece by piece, layer by layer. Watch you scream in agony, and then break every bone in your body. How does that sound?"
Grace looked at the holy water spilled on the floor and had a thought. She looked up at Tara, the demon bitch, and smirked. "If I was going to kill someone, I wouldn't waste my time standing around talking about." Tara snarled at her and then Grace waved her hand making the water lift from the floor and onto Tara's face. She screamed. "I would just kill them."
Grace got up and felt herself flung against the counter. She screamed in pain. Then she felt something holding against her neck and she started choking. She looked to see Damien standing a few feet away from her. "I am very, very disappointed in you. Do you know how long I've been working on this?!" She felt a blow to her stomach. She groaned in pain and then felt a smack across her face. She felt blood start pouring from her cheek. She felt the thing against her neck again. "Do you know how long we've been waiting and you had to go and screw it up? Now I have to force the damn thing down your throat again, make you…"
There was a noise behind Damien. "No one is shoving anything down her throat except me," said Dean. He had the shot gun pointed at Damien's head. "I'll see you guys later." He opened his mouth and black smoke came out of his mouth, the same with Tara. The house started shaking and wind started picking up. Grace fell to the floor and Dean ran over and picked her up. They ran out the house and looked up to see all this black smoke leaving the roof of the house. Finally the skies cleared and Dean let Grace down. The three of them were breathing heavy.
"Everyone ok?" asked Dean.
Grace glared at him. "You're gonna be shoving something down my throat?"
Dean chuckled nervously and scratched his head. "Uh, yeah, well, glad you're ok." He turned to Sam. "How about you?"
"Oh, just fine except for the damn scratches on my chest from that demon."
"Ah, well, demon likes it rough Sammy." He wiggled his eyebrows and walked to the trunk. Sam got in the passenger side and Grace walked over to Dean. He closed the trunk and turned to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. His left hand rested on her face while his left rested on her waist. He kissed her back sliding his tongue in her mouth. They parted and Grace smiled, first smile in a long time. "Thank you, you saved my life."
"Well, I hope I get more than that for saving your life." He kissed her again. She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Maybe, if you're a good boy."
"Come on, chicks love the bad boy image." Grace laughed and felt him move his arms around her back and tightened them. He rested his forehead on hers and looked her in the eyes. "Don't leave me again." It sounded more like a plea then a statement. "I promise not to."