Angel's daughter

Chapter 3

"You must be Grace" The voice said. How does it know my name? And those eyes. They weren't normal. I kept seeing its face everywhere I looked,

"Mum?" I called, "Mum!" I was running through the house, up and down the stairs, through every door. I couldn't find her,

"Run!" Her voice forced me into action.

"Mum" I ran to where I thought I heard the voice but she wasn't in the kitchen. I heard screaming. My screaming, ringing loudly in my ears, a high pitched sound accompanying it, barely audible over my screams but getting louder and louder until everything shattered and came crashing down.

I sat up in a bed. Not my bed. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in a car too so I was carried in. The bed was nice, I haven't had that comfort for a few days now but the room was unfamiliar. I put the light on and squinted before becoming adjusted. I was on my own. For now anyway. I snuck out the room and was met by a lot of unfamiliar corridors. What is this place? I wandered the corridors clueless until they opened up into a large library area with old, well cared for books and a couple tables in the middle. There was a young man sitting at one of those tables surrounded by notes and a stone with strange markings on it. The man had his head down, he wasn't aware of me at all, I'm pretty sure he's asleep. I went over to the stone, like a tablet or something. Looks like something that should be in a museum. I went to pick it up to inspect it when I heard a voice, sharp and demanding,

"Don't. Touch it" My dad. That sounded just like a parent, not like how he was talking earlier. I turned around and he was sitting in another room at a large table with swivel chairs and a huge map. Funny. Normally those words would make me want to touch it more but that look he gave me just made me lose all interest,

"How long have you been parenting?" I asked surprised. He hasn't used that on me, that's for sure. He didn't say anything but I saw his eyes flicker left. I looked in the direction and Dean was there brutally devouring a cherry pie like it was the heart of his enemy. Sam was sitting a couple seats down from him, staring over his computer screen in disgust. I would be disgusted too but I was more impressed on how quickly he downed it. And he didn't choke on it once. Once he'd finished, he looked up at us now staring at him,

"Could you have eaten that any faster?" I asked,

"No" He said with his mouth full, a bit of pie crust balancing on his bottom lip, "No I cannot" Sam grimaced as the pie dripped from his lips. Cas cleared his throat before turning to the other brother,

"Sam? Do you have anything?"

"Maybe" Sam said, looking back to his computer screen. His face contorted in concentration, "I've got a town with all the omens, more demonic possession than usual. It might be where Crowley is hiding"

"Let's check it out" Dean said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, finally swallowing his mouthful. He got up and leaned forward, staring behind me, "Hey Kevin" He called. The young man behind me shot up,

"Just resting my eyes" He said quickly,

"Relax, we're heading out. This is Grace, she's going to be staying here for a while" I looked to the young man. He was so tired, "Grace" I looked back to Dean, "Just make sure Kevin gets some sleep" I smiled a little. Sam closed his laptop and picked it up, both boys heading out, "We'll call you if we find something" My dad stayed.

"Hello" Kevin said to me once they'd left. I tilted my head at him too,

"Hi" He reached his hand out,

"I guess you heard, my name is Kevin" I shook it,

"Yep, and I'm Gace" It was another stranger. I was surrounded by them. I felt ok though. Kevin had less energy than a bear in winter and was as threatening as a puppy dog. I looked over his notes with a raised eyebrow,