You say in your study as you finished some paperwork for your company. You looked down and saw yet another letter from the queen, asking you to join her little 'Underground Elite', as you used to call it.
Your mother and father always told you never to join, due to the high risk of death, and you had listened for a good six months after their deaths. Yet now, five more months later, you were beginning to give in.
"Adrian, will you come here for a moment." You yelled from the other side of the door, hoping the kind old man could hear you.
"Yes, miss Winchester." He asked as soon as he opened the door, coughing soon afterwards.
"Would you mind accompanying me to visit the queen. I've decided to take her up on her offer." You said, emotionlessly, as it has been for the past five months.
Adrian's eyes widened before he said "Are you sure, miss Winchester? Your parents wouldn't have-"
"Well, John and Mary aren't here. I am the head of this estate and I have decided that I will take her up on her offer. You are either with me or against me." You cut him off. "Decide now."
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"Pathetic old man." You mumbled as you say in the carriage, frowning as usual.
Adrian had continued to attempt to convince you to rethink your decision. He kept on pushing, trying to get you to change your mind. You eventually became very annoyed with his persistence and did something no one would have ever thought you to do. You fired him. Now, your servants have realized that you are willing to do that, and have begun to push themselves harder to keep their jobs. It was actually quite entertaining.
The carriage suddenly came to a halt, breaking you out of your thoughts.
"What's going on, Gabriel?" You asked the male who was driving the carriage.
"There's a man who seems to be bleeding out on the side of the road. I think that we should help him... If that's ok with you, miss Winchester." He said, fear evident in his, normally sarcastic, voice.
"Very well." You said, getting yourself out of the carriage.
When you got out, you looked over and saw the male. He had bright red, long hair, and red glasses. You couldn't see his eyes, due to them being closed, which wasn't surprising. He seemed to be bleeding out.
Stupid, you thought, he'll die if he sleeps. You then got up, headed back to your carriage and grabbed your cane. Then, you hit the sleeping male on his arm. Hard.
He jolted awake with a screech of pain and glared at you. "What is the matter with you? That hurt!" He said before continuing into a little rant.
You reached your hand out and feigned a smile. "I'm sorry about that, you seemed to be unconscious, so I needed to make sure you were awake. Are you alright, sir?" You asked in the most realistic, kind voice you could manage.
The male before you grumbled before speaking again. "Well yes, I am awake. You can leave now, bye bye." He waved you off.
You let out a sigh before using your fake, kind voice once again to say, "I think you should come with us, you could use some proper healing."
He mumbled to himself, looking up at you every few moments with a small glare, before giving in. "Fine, but only until I'm healed."
"You can stay as long as you like, so if that is your wish, ok." You said, smiling at him, before helping him up, setting him in the carriage, and getting in yourself. "Change of plans, Gabriel, please take us back home."
"Yes, miss Winchester." He said.
You didn't notice the males eyes widen as he heard the name Winchester.
"I never asked, what is your name?" He asked you, eyes staring into yours.
"_______ Winchester, and you?" You asked, smiling at him.
"Grell... Grell Sutcliffe." He replied, staring at you in shock.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr.Sutcliffe." You said with a smile as the carriage continued to move towards the Winchester estate.
"Likewise." He replied, staring at you in confusion and wonder.
After that, it became silent between the two of you, you personally not minding, being off in your thoughts.
Grell, however, stared at you throughout the entire ride, wondering about you.
It's impossible. She can't be alive. Not with that important of a piece of her missing.