Grace's PoV

"That's it?" I gawked at the two men in shock. We'd been in my apartment trying to work out the best way to storm the nest and after some takeout and a break away from the case, Dean had dropped the bombshell.

"Yeah. We just walk in and chop heads off." He stated, looking at me like I was stupid because I didn't understand his plan. I held back from rolling my eyes as I continued.

"What I'm saying is that regardless of nest size you literally just go in there guns blazing?" I reiterated what I had meant by my lack of enthusiasm. Sam nodded.

"There's not really another way. The larger the nest, we may try to be stealthier but once the vamps hear the others, that's it. They're all after us." Sam spoke with a little more feeling, understanding my resistance to just walking into a house of ten vampires with nothing but a machete.

"Look, this is great and all - really. But it's sundown and we need to get this done. Sam, grab the stuff and meet me at the car." Dean said, grabbing his keys from the table and stomping out of the room with a tense expression. He slammed the door behind him hard enough that the walls shook, my picture frames doing a dance as they desperately tried not to fall from their hangers. I sighed heavily, pushing my food away as I stood up.

"Something tells me he's not my biggest fan." I said with a sad smile, trying to lighten the mood. Sam walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"It's not you... we're working on something back home and it's not going to plan. He's just frustrated." Sam tried to make excuses for him, once again offering me a small smile as he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand. I should have let it go, just accepted what he said and let it be, but something told me not to.

"So why aren't you acting like that?" I spun round to him as he, too, headed for the door. "Look, I appreciate that you guys normally work together and you're not used to having a third wheel, especially one who you both wrongly think can't handle herself or the case, but we're in this mess right here, right now. If you guys were too busy, you didn't have to come here. No one forced your hand." I grabbed two containers from the side and handed them to Sam. "Here. I'm going to take my own car." I huffed as I grabbed my keys, walking out of the apartment with Sam just behind me, locking up quickly before heading out.

"Grace?" Sam called for me but I didn't acknowledge him. I needed to focus right now and acting like an upset little girl wasn't going to solve anything. We had vampires to kill.

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Dean's PoV

I watched as Grace stormed out of the building and towards her own car, leaving Sammy in the dust behind her. He called her name and she didn't even look round. She was going to ruin this hunt, get hurt because she let her emotions get in the way. I scoffed to myself. Amateur.
Sam got to the car and threw the two containers in, followed by the bag which landed with a thump in the backseat.

"What's up with Miley Cyrus over there?" I joked as I opened one of the containers and inspected the dust inside it.

"You, Dean." Sam barked, giving me a look that said he knew I was making this difficult on purpose.

"Sam, we have the world to save. I don't need some high schooler telling me how to do my job. This is a walk in the park compared to what we normally do. We fight Lucifer, God's sister, leviathans. Vampires are easy." I snapped back, the frustration of our lack of progress from our own case sizzling up again.

"I get it. You're annoyed, we haven't found the leads we want, but for this girl, this case is everything. She doesn't need to save the world, she's just trying to save her town and you acting like a jerk isn't helping." As always, Sam was the middle man, the one trying to repair all relationships before my quick tongue burnt the bridges we may need later on. "And who knows, if and when we are in trouble we may have another person who can help because I don't know if you've noticed, Dean, but we're pretty short on help right now ." Of course I knew that, I was living it. Bobby was gone, Cass had gone MIA and Crowley was so caught up trying to right the wrongs Lucifer had caused when he became king of hell that they pretty much just had each other to rely on. Our mum was the only help and even she was busy most of the time.

"Fine, I'll bite my tongue but I'm not babysitting her. If she makes a mistake that's her own fault." I said strongly, ignoring the sigh and eye roll Sam did as soon as I finished speaking. He always wanted to get on with everyone, have no enemies. Life wasn't like that, all rainbows and bunnies, and the sooner he realised that the better. It was exhausting always arguing with him. In a way, I wished he would see things my way and we could agree, to be blunt and just get jobs done. Instead, he has all these beliefs and hope that is unnecessary... unnecessary and stupid.

"Just try to be nice. We're all after the same end goal - saving the people and killing the vamps, clearing the nest." Sam added, just trying to straighten me out once again. I hesitated before I revved the engine, turning the music on to tell him I didn't want to discuss this anymore. I'd had enough of it today. I saw Sam sigh and lean against the door, looking out of the window at the passing town as we headed to the park ahead of Grace who was still packing up her car. Our eyes met as we went past her, her eyes telling me she was just as reluctant to do this with me as I was with her. Well, at least we had that in common.