Okay, I may or may not take down my other story with Grace in it because this came to me and I can't stop where it's going.
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I think that we can all agree that Dean Winchester deserves to know love, but with everything he's gone through, he isn't sure what it is, but he knows deep down he needs it.
He loved Cassie once, sure, but I don't believe he was ever actually in love with Jo, but now he misses her so much, and the missed opportunity that he could have taken but always decided not to because he loved her like a sister, and he just…that man deserves to be loved unconditionally, and given a chance to let someone in—a chance to be let in, for who he is…
Expect no love triangle between Dean's love interest and him, but expect there to also be someone for Sammy because I'm a Dean/Cas Girl, but I love my Sammy too.
This is just kind of what I wish would happen.
WARNINGS: Language, Controversial Topics, Dark Themes, Sex, Violence, Blood
"Hunger doesn't just come from the body…it also comes from the soul." Famine explained to Dean.
Dean smirked a little. "Sorry, but it doesn't seem to be coming from mine."
"Yes…I noticed that." Famine said with a nod, watching as Dean struggled against the two demons holding him there to no avail. "Have you wondered why that is? Why you could even walk in my presence?"
"I'd like to think it's because of my strength of character." Dean joked—it was normal for him to be a smart-ass in these kinds of situations.
"I disagree." Famine told him, wheeling closer to him and touching his abdomen, Dean letting out a grunt of pain. "Yes…I see…" Famine chuckled a little and pulled his hand away. "That's one deep, dark, nothing, you've got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food, or drink—not even with sex."
Dean shot him a look as Famine laughed. "Ah, you're so full of crap."
"You can smirk, and joke, and lie to your brother—lie to yourself—but not to me!" Famine told him strongly. "I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are. How defeated—you can't win. You know it, but you just keep fighting—just…keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside…you're already dead."
Dean ran his calloused hand over his tired eyes, trying to get the words to leave him alone. He'd been feeling like those words had been true for a long while, and having Famine point it out was almost more than Dean could take on his own. Whether he wanted someone to help share his burden with him or not, Dean knew that he had to focus: there were already two Horsemen down, and one more to go.
Besides, Dean had seen the kind of strength that Sam could have with demon blood in his system up close and personal, and he was scared. He was scared of his own brother, and of this deep, dark prophecy that they were in a sense, going to turn on each other…that Dean was going to have to kill Sam. Dean couldn't bear to think on it any longer, and though Castiel looked at him with despair that he couldn't help to take his pain away, he let Dean go.
Sam was still trying to get himself completely regained, all the demon blood drained from his system, and yet even he didn't head out after Dean. He knew that Dean was having a hard time right then, and he didn't want to push him…didn't want to make Dean say anything. This last hunt had broken both of them, and Sam was feeling his own bit of self-loathing for caving to the demon blood…no matter how much it helped in the end to defeat Famine.
"He needs someone." Castiel said in the heavy silence hanging over the room.
Sam nodded and looked up at the angel. "It would be best if you went, I think."
"I'm not…versed in comfort." Castiel explained, getting a smile out of the youngest Winchester.
"Yeah, but you're also not the one that broke today, Cas." Sam told him, shaking his head sadly. "I let them win…I gave in and I proved that I'm not this—I proved to Dean that he can't save me from my fate."
Castiel wanted to speak up, but he knew that he couldn't do anything to help Sam here, so he kept his mouth shut on the subject. He almost hated it as much as Dean to see Sam the way that he had been—to hear his friend's cries for help as he tried to get rid of the demon blood in his system. There was so much to talk about that none of them were going to address…that none of them could find the words to make better.
"Go to him…I have things to attend to." Castiel explained, and before Sam could protest, Castiel was no longer in the motel room.
Sam nodded and heaved a sigh, getting up slowly and deciding that it wasn't the time for Dean to be alone. So he grabbed his jacket and headed to the nearest bar, catching Dean looking at the alcohol, untouched in his bar glass. Dean nodded slowly when Sam sat down next to him and they both found it oddly calming that they could sit down next to each other with no words and not feel awkward. There were things they had to get past, but one thing was absolutely certain: they both still had each other's backs—no matter what.
Bobby wheeled himself over to his tower of books and opened one up, searching through it to try and figure out where to go from there. He had already had to endure so many casualties, and there were still two Horsemen left to find…two Horsemen that would usher in Lucifer's big plan. That set Bobby to thinking about things he'd never bring up with Sam and Dean, but things he'd been thinking about nonetheless.
What if Dean simply gave in and let Michael in? With Michael in his true vessel, that meant that Lucifer would be absolutely no match for him…it meant that the world would be saved from his terror. At the same time, letting the angels in meant that there would most definitely be fighting, no matter what…that meant a half torched planet. Still…what if Sam didn't let Lucifer in? What if all of this was just up to Dean?
A knock on the door made Bobby look up from his book and break off his thoughts, and he heaved a heavy sigh. He wheeled himself over to the door and opened it up, starting to say a response that some grumpy old man would say but he stopped. She was the spitting image of her mother and he knew why she was there…he knew that she was there because it was her place to be there.
The young woman had dark brown hair and beautiful warm eyes, and she smiled at him a little, both of them at a loss for words. It wasn't like he didn't know who she was—it wasn't like they'd never met—it was just that there she was…standing right in front of him. She ran her fingers through her hair nervously and blew her bangs out of her face, motioning to the interior of the house awkwardly.
"You gonna let me in?" She asked him.
Bobby stopped looking her over and nodded. "Right, yes—come in, Grace."
"Thanks." She said with a nod, coming into the house and shutting the door behind her. "So what happened to you, Dad?"
"Demon thing." Bobby said waving off the accident that put him in the wheelchair like it was nothing. "What brings you here, Gracie?"
She smiled sadly at the way he used the nickname he used to use for her when she was a little girl and she just nodded. He didn't want to talk about it and she understood that, so it was best to just get right to the point. This wasn't the life he had wanted for her, but it was the life she'd chosen, and it was finally time for her to get in the game.
"I know about it all, Dad." Grace explained with a soft shrug. "I heard about the seals, and Lucifer rising—I came to help."
Bobby nodded slowly. "So, uh…you took this path, then?"
"I couldn't not, Dad…not after what happened to Mom." Gracie admitted and then she swallowed. "I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch, I just…I couldn't."
"It's all right, Gracie, I get it—I thought you were with a nice family that would keep you out of this mess, honestly." Bobby said, trying hard not to talk about her mother—it was still far too painful for him.
Grace shrugged a little again, taking off her jacket. "Yeah…so…where do we start?"
"I have some books in the other room." Bobby offered pointing the way.
Grace smiled and nodded at him, looking around the house and following him into the other room, laughing softly about the piles of books. He was definitely trying to keep himself busy, and Grace admired that. She actually admired quite a lot about her father, but she just couldn't look at him the same way after everything that had happened in their past. At the same time, now was not the time to dwell on anything negative—it was the time for action…the time to stop Lucifer.
"So…the Angel of Death…anyone seen it around?" Grace asked as she picked up one of the large spell books.
Bobby looked at her. "How do you know about all of this, Gracie?"
Grace looked up at him and they made eye contact. "Lucifer."
When Bobby had called them, Sam and Dean headed straight over to his house to make sure that everything was all right. Bobby hadn't shared any specific details with them, but he had said it was important, and he had never steered the boys wrong before. So they parked in front of his house and knocked on the door, both a little surprised to see the beautiful Grace open it and smile at them.
"You must be Sam and Dean Winchester." Grace told them with a smile, opening the door up a little wider than before. "It's nice to meet you—he's in there with all of the books."
Sam nodded and then held out his hand. "And you are?"
"Oh, sorry, that was rude of me—I'm Grace…Grace Singer." She explained, shaking Sam's hand as his and Dean's eyes widened at the realization. "I'm his daughter."
"Will you stop socializing like a bunch of girls and get in here?" Bobby called from the other room.
Grace laughed and rolled her eyes. "Way to be polite, Dad!"
"This is the Apocalypse, Gracie—move it!" Bobby replied, but the three of them heard the fondness in his voice.
Neither Sam nor Dean had ever heard Bobby talk about his daughter, but here she was and if Bobby trusted her, then so did they. They headed into the room after Grace, who went back to the large book she'd been flipping through, and Dean caught her biting on the end of her ballpoint pin as she read. For a fleeting moment he found her endearing, but his past has taught him that getting involved and attached was a bad idea and besides…he thought he was dead inside just as Famine had said.
"So what's the important news, Bobby?" Sam asked, not really giving Grace any meaningful second glances.
Bobby took a deep breath. "Grace here has had a run-in with Lucifer."
"Way to make me sound suspicious." Grace told him, glancing up at her father and noticing the look-over Dean was giving her out of the corner of her eye. "I've been hunting for a while, under an alias, and a couple of weeks ago, Lucifer found me and he explained all sorts of things to me—turns out I have the potential to be a vessel."
"His meat suit was starting to look a little ripe." Dean admitted with a nod. "So…why would he pick you?"
Grace looked at Dean and they made eye contact for the first time and Grace felt pain swell up inside of her. She'd always been pretty good at reading people, and she knew a broken man when she saw one—he was in pain…he was in a lot of pain. Dean caught the look on her face as she smiled sadly and he didn't want her pity—he didn't need it, and so he just looked away from her eyes to a spot on her cheek instead…it was less meaningful and less intense.
"He said I wasn't a large enough part of the fold—he said once I understood what was going on, I'd be able to make an informed decision." Grace explained and shook her head, biting her lip. "I'll give Lucifer one thing—he's incredibly honest…but the thing was I didn't feel for him enough to let him in."
Sam made a face. "You felt for him at all?"
"Come on—I don't condone anything that he has done or that he is doing, but the guy was betrayed by his family and he betrayed his family. He's alone, and he has legitimate reasons to feel the way he feels, but I don't believe in what he's doing. I don't believe in what the angels have put you two through."
"Yeah." Dean scoffed softly, wishing it hadn't come out rude, but she didn't know him or Sam—she didn't have the right to say it.
Grace glanced at Dean and noticed him looking at the floor. "Look, I don't know the two of you, and I don't presume to, but I do think that this whole mess can be avoided…or at least fixed in our favor."
"All right…what do you have?" Sam asked her.
Dean just glanced at his brother and then at the look Bobby was giving him and he excused himself for some fresh air. He needed to be out on his own and he needed to keep himself in check so he didn't blow it again. Eventually he'd have to apologize to Grace, he knew that, but at the same time, that just wasn't one of Dean's strong suits. Apologizing had never come easy to him…but she didn't understand that, and she was honestly just trying to help and he felt bad for how he'd said what he'd said. It wasn't much that he'd actually said, but it was how he'd said it.
"Wanna take a drive?" Grace asked Dean.
He looked up at her as she came over to him and shrugged, pulling her jacket on and tossing her hair over her shoulders. It had a way of shining in the sunlight and Dean wanted to smile but he just couldn't find it in him to do that. Dean didn't understand why she was being so friendly to him when he'd been so rude—when she didn't know him. What made her want to befriend him? What made her think she could trust the man that broke the first seal? Trust the man who couldn't feel?
"You don't have to talk, and I know I don't know you, but…there's a place I know that could potentially make you feel better." Grace told him.
Dean just nodded and tossed her his keys, smiling a little at the catch she made and the way her eyes lit up even in their confusion. He didn't know why he was even trusting her with his baby, but he didn't really want to drive, and she seemed to know where she was going. She just smiled and nodded at him as he walked towards his car and got into the passenger seat, and he glanced at her as she put the key in the ignition.
"You sure?" She asked him, her hand paused.
Dean nodded at her. "Yeah…just drive, Grace."
Note: That is the first chapter, and I hope you don't mind its length—it's about how long all of the chapters are going to be, with longer ones here and there. Feedback is always appreciated!