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Dean was standing at the sink, in one of the many shit hole motels he’d stayed in while looking for Grace. He did everything he possibly could to find her. He even prayed to her, which he never did, but of course got no answer. This time was no different. 

He reached on hand up to rub his temples as he tried to wrap his brain around what happened. She just disappeared, without a word. After everything they’d been through, she just disappeared. 

Dean ran both hands through his hair resting them on top of his head as he let his head fall forward, the feeling of failure hitting him hard.

He was stuck in his own thoughts when he heard the click of a gun loading a bullet into the chamber. His body tensed at the noise as he slowly dropped his hands to his sides and turned around to face his attacker. 

“Grace?” He breathed out as confusion crossed his face. angelsencyclopedia

Dean shook his head. “It’s okay, Grace.” He told her when she apologized. “I’m fine. Really.” He tried to reassure her.  “I’ve been through worse. It’s just a scratch.” He lied. His head was pounding and he could feel the blood running down his face but he did as much as he could to try and reassure her that he was alright. 

Dean’s head was still pounding but the wounds and bruises were gone as he hand fell from his face. 

Dean moved his gaze across her looking her over. He could see the panicked look in her eyes as he moved towards her once again. Dean lightly grabbed her forearm. “Please don’t go, Angel.” He pleaded, as if he knew what she was thinking.   

Grace focused on the hand on her arm, stock still under the touch. This wasn’t the first time Dean had been injured for her sake, and no matter how much her companion would deny it, they both knew it wouldn’t be the last. 

“And what happens if I stay?” her eyes lifted to Dean’s, voice surprisingly neutral despite her conflicting emotions. 

“We’re dead! We’re dead! We survived but we’re dead!”

“We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out!”

“No? Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.”

“That was totally wicked!”

“I’m with you - for better or worse.”

“Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.”

“Ya see that? That’s the way to do it. That’s old school.”

“Coincidence? I think not!”

“That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.”

“We need to find a better outlet. A more… constructive outlet.”

“My God, you’ve gotten fat.”

“You can’t count on anyone, especially your heroes.”

“I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.”

“Where’s my super suit?”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, _____!”

“No capes!”

“No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again.”

“Do you think I’m totally irresponsible?”

“You always, always say “Be true to yourself,” but you never say which part of yourself to be true to!”

“I was wrong to treat you that way. I’m sorry…”

“We’re dead! We’re dead! We survived but we’re dead!”

“We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out!”

“No? Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.”

“That was totally wicked!”

“I’m with you - for better or worse.”

“Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.”

“Ya see that? That’s the way to do it. That’s old school.”

“Coincidence? I think not!”

“That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.”

“We need to find a better outlet. A more… constructive outlet.”

“My God, you’ve gotten fat.”

“You can’t count on anyone, especially your heroes.”

“I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.”

“Where’s my super suit?”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, _____!”

“No capes!”

“No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again.”

“Do you think I’m totally irresponsible?”

“You always, always say “Be true to yourself,” but you never say which part of yourself to be true to!”

“I was wrong to treat you that way. I’m sorry…”

The morning after Dean… disappeared. Memorable, certainly.

She watched her as she sat, shifting to sit up a little in her chair and look her straight on. The friendliness that had been between them was clearly gone, and Grace hoped she was prepared for the questions that she knew would come. 

“Beginning of the week or beginning of my sudden inclination of hurting people?” The brunette found herself asking. She knew that this would turn into a counseling appointment if she wasn’t careful-- it wouldn’t be difficult to spill her meager life story in this cement little room, especially since it seemed that someone actually wanted to know.

She should write a book.

Dean scoffed at her words. “Well, thanks. Thanks a lot.” He huffed and turned from her towards the bed where he was organizing the weapons. “You know, sometimes your opinion isn’t needed.” He snapped glancing at her over his shoulder before packing the things up in a bag. angelsencyclopedia

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Grace had expected he’d be upset about the whole business, so she wasn’t particularly phased by his hostility. She’d long grown used to her partner’s moodiness, and was content to stay by his side regardless, even if it meant holding off her own usual sarcasm.

The angel slipped into the car after him and settled cross-legged into the passenger seat. The feeling in her gut hadn’t gone away, and the brunette was still a little on edge as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt absently, looking out the window and waiting for the car to move.

She’ll admit to herself, she’d expected to receive visitors much earlier.

How many people were dead? Eight? People’s friends, family members,  and now they were dead. Her fault. 

Grace expected people to be mad. The bruises on her wrists and the matching handcuffs were testament enough to that, she supposed, but  it wasn’t until whoever ran this tiny little jailhouse announced that she  had a visitor that the concept of wrath dawned on her.

She was nervous, to say the least. Shifting in the hard chair uncomfortably, the chains attaching her cuffs to the steel table  echoing softly in the cement room. The visitor’s room.

Now it was just a matter of waiting to see who came through the door.

The morning after Dean... disappeared. Memorable, certainly.

She watched her as she sat, shifting to sit up a little in her chair and look her straight on. The friendliness that had been between them was clearly gone, and Grace hoped she was prepared for the questions that she knew would come. 

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Dean no longer kept track of time; whenever he thought to stop and count, he felt dread bubble up inside his throat. So instead he drifted from day to night like a wondering ghost, longing for life again. Yet regardless of how long it had been, it felt like an eternity to be wandering the earth alone.

The demon hadn’t lost his Grace, he had let her go. He remembered the last kiss they had shared, one that whispered a goodbye and prayed it wouldn’t be forever. Heaven had open it’s doors and angels surged in and out again. It was no longer safe for Dean to be with the angel, so with much pain, they had detached themselves from one another.

The demon hybrid had a few close calls, running into Grace’s brother and sisters. It was strange, to know so much about such terrifyingly beautiful creatures such as angels and yet never truly see the brutality they could inflict on their enemies. He was well aware of it now.

This cold winter’s night was one of those lethal encounters. Dean knew he was being stalked, he could sense the angel’s grace from miles away. He had done his best to cover his tracks, leaving traps in his wake, but he couldn’t shake whomever was following him. Grace had done such a great job of shielding his dark aura from angels left on Earth, but with Heaven open, heavenly power rained down on them like a thousand storms.

But it seemed no matter how careful, how quick he was, the angel grew closer and closer. Finally Dean spun on his heels, blade drawn, eyes black as pitch, and bellowed, “Alright, come out and fight. I don’t fear death.”

Grace knew she would be needed up above, and she’d need to protect the archives from wandering angels. Saying goodbye wasn’t easy, especially knowing that their chances of reuniting were slim and distant. She did all she could to provide protection for her partner, but there were no promises in anything. 

All she knew was that if they did eventually reunite, they would not be the same.

Returning to Earth-- Heaven exceptionally more stable-- was odd. She was back to full power now that Heaven wasn’t sealed, and she knew it would take getting used to after how long she had gone at half-charge.

Back on the surface, she was back to filling out her old orders, documenting history, but she did have a few new tasks- like tracking down rebel angels and dealing with them. 

She tracked one now-- self-proclaimed vigilante that had been hunting down those he deemed as unworthy. He was powerful, and he had been stalking someone for a while now, barely hindered by their traps.

The angel froze in her place among the bushes at the sound of a familiar voice. 

She wasn’t built for fighting-- she didn’t have the same ability to handle injury and blood loss as she knew the Winchesters did, she was just a normal kid. Or at least, as normal as she could be. After what happened in that alleyway, the possibility of her being a mutant was becoming more and more likely.

“Then I guess we should stick together, huh?”