CHAPTER FIVE — HUNTING A WENDIGO
wendigo — part two

"You know, Saving people, hunting things, the family business." — dean winchester

SURE, GRACE HAD BEEN IN MANY WOODS IN THE LAST TWO YEARS, BUT THEY STILL REMINDED HER OF THAT DAY. She did her best to push the memories to the back of her mind as she followed the group as they hiked through the undergrowth. Roy and her Dad were leading the team as her Uncle held the rear, a defensive manoeuvre, as they continued through the woods. Twigs snapped under her sturdy boots the occasional branch brushed up against her jacket. Grace was in the middle with Haley and Ben, but she was nearer her Dad than her Uncle so she could hear what they were saying.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean brought up, making conversation.

Roy gloated with a smug smile. "Yeah, more than a little." Well, so had Grace and she was only nine.

"Uh-huh." Her Dad looked over at the man, slightly amused by his arrogance. "What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

"Mostly buck, sometimes bear."

Dean stepped ahead of Roy and continued on. Then he glanced at Grace, smirking mischievously, before asking the hunter with humour lining his tone. "Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Grace's psychic abilities were unpredictable and random, but right now they were telling her that was danger ahead. At the same time as Roy, she grabbed his jacket and pulled him back from whatever her mind was warning her of. Dean knew his daughter very well, he didn't know Roy, so he turned to the man and inquired. "Whatcha doing, Roy?"

The man grabbed a stick lying down on the ground near them before stabbing it into a ground. A snap echoed through the silence and they all looked down to see a bear trap hidden amongst the natural debris. It had torn the end of the stick quickly off with its strong metal teeth. Grace gulped fearfully at the sight of it. It was strong enough to tear someone's foot completely off, and that had almost happened to her Dad.

Roy looked rather smug about getting one up on Dean and said. "You should watch where you're stepping, Ranger." The stick fell back to the ground and Roy rather arrogantly retook the lead of the group. Totally ignoring the fact that he wasn't the only one to notice the trap, that there was someone else holding Dean back.

"It's a bear trap." Stated Dean casually as he pretended to brush off how he almost lost a foot to a trap.

Grace took his hand, making him turn to look down at her, and she smiled up at him. "Don't worry, Dad. I had you."

Dean returned her smile. "I know you did, Pumpkin."

The group continued to hike on through the woods, stepping over large tree roots, walking around boulders and ducking under low hanging branches, not that that was much trouble for Grace. She did, however, stumble on a small rock but luckily managed to catch herself before she fell on her face into the dirt. Haley had managed to catch them up and stared at Dean as if she was analysing them. "You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You brought your own kid to a search and rescue mission. You're not Rangers." She deduced, and to be fair to her, she was right. Then she reached out, grabbing Dean's arm. "So, who the hell are you?"

The eldest Winchester gave his brother a look as both Sam and Ben passed them, telling him to go ahead. Sam walked over a mound of dirt before Dean gave Grace a stern look, and she knew it was his way of saying to follow her Uncle. So, the girl nodded her head and ran after her Uncle Sam to leave her Dad alone with Haley. And as she strolled under the canopies of the trees, she stuck her hand inside her jacket pocket, withdrew a pretzel before tossing it into her mouth.

Grace turned to Ben, offering him a couple she fished out of her pocket. "Do you want a pretzel?" The boy hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking a few from the palm of her hand before nodding his thanks. Grace smiled.

In one pocket she had her packet of pretzels, a good amount too, and in the other she had a small knife. Dean always opposed Grace having weapons, because when he was there, she didn't have any need of them, but now he let her keep a small knife to only use when absolutely necessary. Grandpa John, on the other hand, was insistent the girl at least know how to handle a firearm.

Grace Winchester rested the shotgun against her shoulder as she aimed at the target before her. Her Grandfather stood by her side, giving her instructions for her to follow to the letter, all the while, her Dad spent the entire time on the side-lines, rather uneasy. They were currently deep in the woods, something that made Grace nervous anyway, so that no one would hear the shells fire.

She had yet to hit the target properly, having skimmed the edge on her last attempt. Sweat beaded down her brow and her hands shook slightly as she handled the weapon. She wasn't used to it, it was something completely new to her. Sure, she couldn't remember much before waking up in those woods, but as she gripped the gun tighter between her fingers, she knew this wasn't something she had done before.

"Again." John ordered, sighing in irritation.

Breathing deeply, the girl nodded in understanding before taking aim again. Slowly she was getting the hang of it, but it was too slow for John's liking. Grace stared down the barrel of the shotgun and then pulled the trigger.

BANG!

She had hit the target. Not in the centre, but it was definitely better. Grace turned back to look at her Dad who gave her an encouraging smile even though inside, this was the very thing he was dreading. After hitting the metal in front of her, Grace thought it was over, but she was wrong. "Again." John ordered. At the time Grace had thought he was just a determined teacher, trying to ensure his pupil knew how to keep herself safe. Not knowing that what he really wanted was to sculpt her into a warrior, just like he had done his boys.

Dean dared to speak up. "Dad, don't you think that's enough for today. She's only seven."  Seven. She was only seven, having come to the conclusion in the hospital one month prior that that was the most likely age she was. They didn't know for certain.

"Yeah, but if you want to bring her into this life, she needs to learn how to fight." Grace had thought it was John showing concern, not realising it was actually a threat. At his words, Dean stood down, knowing he couldn't really go against his Dad. John turned back to Grace. "Again."

The seven year old looked down at the gun before raising it back up to her shoulder and taking aim for another shot. She was a Winchester. And John Winchester was going to make damn sure of it.

A little later, the hiking team came to a halt as the guide, Roy, suddenly stopped in an areas surrounded by trees. "This is it." He announced to the group. "Blackwater Ridge."

Sam moved past Roy before inquiring. "What coordinates are we at?" From his pocket Roy pulled out a GPS device thing which had the information her Uncle wanted on it.

"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven"

The Winchesters exchanged a look, this was where John had told them to be, his last message to them. "Grandpa John's not here." She mumbled to herself. Dean paused and walked over to Sam and Grace, curious as to what was happening, followed. They all listened to their surroundings, but there was nothing. Even Grace knew that was a bad sign.

"You hear that?" Dean whispered to them.

"Nothing." Grace muttered.

Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Not even crickets." He said quietly as the three all took different directions of the woods and scanned them with their eyes.

Something wasn't right, Grace could feel it and it was making her uneasy. She grabbed onto her Dad's hand, not liking the ominous and sinister atmosphere that had settled around them.

"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy declared as he slipped his GPS back into his pocket and began to walk away.

"You shouldn't go off by yourself." Sam told him in warning. They didn't know what was out there or what it was capable of and Roy had even less of a clue than they did.

Roy chuckled and then replied with a sarcastic smile. "That's sweet. Don't worry about me." Brandishing his weapon, Roy then pushed through the Winchester brothers to retake the lead again. Someone definitely liked to be in charge.

Grace didn't like the man and scowled at his back. "He's rude."

"Yes, he is." Dean agreed before turning back to Haley and Ben who were catching up to them. "All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." Together they group continued in the direction Roy had vanished off into.

A LITTLE WHILE LATER, THE GROUP WERE APPROACHING WHERE THEY BELIEVED TOMMY'S CAMP TO BE. Roy had gone off ahead, again, leaving the rest to slowly follow behind him. Hours of walking had taken their toll on her young body, so by now she was dragging herself through the woods, ready to collapse at any moment. The pretzels in her pocket were keeping her going, she had even had a couple of her Dad's M&Ms along the way. It appeared they had both stuffed snacks into their pockets before leaving.

Grace was resting briefly against a rock when they suddenly heard Roy call out. "Haley! Over here!" They all followed the sound of Roy's voice until they came to a halt in what was left of Tommy's campsite.

"Oh my God." She breathed out at the sight of it.

Even though she didn't know Tommy or his friends, Grace felt her heart jump at the sight before her. The entire camp was in ruins. Shreds of tent were strewn all over the place and covered with splatters of blood. Supplies were tossed all over the place, and there was no pattern to it, as if someone dropped some explosives in the middle of camp. But despite all this destruction, they couldn't see a body and that filled the girl with hope.

"Looks like a grizzly." Roy stated from what he could observe. Unfortunately, he didn't know the things they did.

Distraught, Haley began calling out her brother's name and Sam tried to stop her. Meanwhile, Grace stared at a scrap of bloody tent at the foot of her boot, her gaze fixed on it. Like stuck in a trance, the girl knelt down, taking the fabric between her fingers and suddenly flashes of what happened popped into her mind. She heard the screaming, felt the fear and she even saw glimpses of the shadowy figure hunting the campers. Nothing clear could be seen, it was dark and the creature was fast. Pain shot through her chest, as if the creature had struck her with its claws. Then she was abruptly brought from her daze and shook her head whilst clutching her chest.

"Something might still be out there." Sam told Haley as the pain in Grace's chest started to fade.

"Sam! Grace!" Dean called out and then the two went over to find him crouching on the ground inspecting some dirt. A stick snapped as Sam joined him and then the three of them looked at the ground together. "The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." He noted before they both stood back up. "I'll tell you what, that's no skin-walker or black dog."

Grace shivered as she thought back to what she had seen. "Definitely not."

The trio then made their way back to the group and to the devastated campsite, only to witness Haley picking up a broken and bloody phone from the ground. There were tears in her eyes as she stared at the broken screen, leading them all to come to the conclusion that it was Tommy's. Dean crouched down next to her on the ground, trying to reassure her that he was still alive somewhere. It comforted her a little.

"Help! Help!" A voice cried out, echoing through the trees.

Again, Roy took the lead as they ran after the voice in the trees. The fear in the voice chilled them to the core and make Grace shiver at the thought of confronting the evil creature she had been sensing. Dean pulled out his pistol, ready to kill the creature they were hunting, as they rushed to the aid of the voice. They hoped they could help whoever was out there, but as Grace stumbled through the undergrowth she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.

The voice called out again. "Help! Somebody!" They followed the voice to a clearing, only to find it empty. There wasn't even a trace that someone had been there. There was nothing. Grace looked up at her Dad and frowned.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked nervously as she too had noticed something was amiss.

They all stopped and listened to their surroundings, hoping to hear the voice again. But they were greeted with a deafening silence.

"Everybody back to camp." Sam declared before leading their rescue party back to the ruined campsite. For a moment, Grace remained frozen as she stared off into the distance. She knew something was wrong, she could feel it, and not just because she was psychic. But before she could investigate further, her Dad grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the clearing.

She was right though, something was wrong. Because as soon as they arrived back at camp, they found all their supplies had gone. Nothing was left behind. The Winchesters looked at each other, knowing exactly what had happened: the creature they were hunting was fighting back. That didn't happen a lot. And it made Grace nervous so she squeezed her Father's hand to try and comfort herself.

"Our packs!" Haley cried out at the sight of the empty ground.

Roy looked to where he had left a couple of things and grumbled in annoyance. "So much for my GPS and satellite phone."

"What the hell is going on?"

Sam stepped forwards and stated. "It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." The other three gave the Winchesters weird looks. It wasn't the first time and it would certainly not be the last.

"You mean someone." Roy tried to correct. Unfortunately, the Winchesters knew that whatever stole their gear wasn't just some teenager playing a prank. "Some nutjob out there just stole all our gear."

Sam made his way to where Dean and Grace were both stood. "I need to speak to you." He glanced back at the others before returning to them. "In private."

They moved away from the group until they were just out of earshot, whilst making sure they were also close enough to jump to their aid in case whatever they were hunting decided to attack. None of them wanted the others to hear what they were saying so they kept their distance. Grace was growing increasingly more anxious with each passing minute, because she could still sense the creature out there, lurking in the shadows, preparing to strike.

"Good. Let me see Dad's journal." He asked Dean, who handed then pulled the leather-bound book from his pocket and handed it to his brother. Sam quickly flicked through the pages, scanning the information for something in particular. Finally, he came to a stop at one specific page and then showed it to Dean and Grace. "All right, check that out." He pointed to a sketch on the page, a strange looking stick figure, but the title was what gave it away.

"Oh, come on." Dean exclaimed in disbelief. "Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods, or, or Northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

Dean turned to Grace, hoping for his daughter to back him up. Instead she shrugged and sighed. "It explains the hunger." She pointed out, thinking back to her experience in Mr Shaw's apartment.

Nodding at Grace, Sam then continued. "Think about it, Dean. The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice." That was enough to convince Dean.

"Great." The eldest Winchester responded sarcastically before withdrawing his pistol and waving it casually in the air. "Well then, this is useless." He was right, Wendigos were bulletproof.

The journal was shoved back into Dean's hands as Sam walked past him and Grace, the latter wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. Sam then stopped, turning back to his brother and niece. "We gotta get this people to safety." He announced and then the trio made their way back to where Haley, Ben and Roy were waiting. Sam addressed the group upon their arrival. "All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten... more complicated."

"What?" Haley was understandably confused. She had thought they were to help them find her brother, now they were saying to leave? Grace knew the woman wasn't going to go without finding out what happened to Tommy. If her Dad or her Uncle Sam had vanished into some creepy woods, she would be the same.

"Kid, don't worry." Roy said in his condescending tone. "Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." The way he was talking to her Uncle, in such a patronising way — yes, she knew what that word meant — it made her dislike the man even more. He was rude and he was mean and Grace didn't like bullies.

"It's not me I'm worried about." Sam admitted as he glared daggers at Roy. "If you shoot this thing, you're just going to make it mad. We have to leave. Now."

Roy was still unconvinced by Sam's warning and scoffed at the younger man. "One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders."

Anger raged inside Grace's stomach. The normally happy girl was pushed to her limits by Roy, making her scrunch up the cuffs of her jacket into her balled fists. No one should be that rude, especially not to her family.

Dean tried to jump between the two men. "Relax."

"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right?" Informed Sam as he took a step towards Roy, getting further into his face to try and assert control over the situation.

Grace stared up at the man harshly and added. "We're just trying to protect you."

Taking a step towards the Winchester, Roy then laughed in disbelief. "You protect me? With what, your pink princess wand?" By this point, even Dean looked like he was a fraction away from punching Roy in the mouth. Grace's glared intensified. "Sweetheart, I was hunting these woods when your Daddy was still getting kissed goodnight by his Momma."

Grace took a deep breath, deciding she wasn't going to give Roy the satisfaction of any reaction from her. Her Dad was another story. "Leave Grace outta this, Roy." He warned the man as all three Winchesters continued to scowl at him.

And at the mention of his Mother, Sam grew even angrier and continued. "Yeah?" He stepped even closer to Roy. "It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here."

Roy just simply laughed.

"You know you're all crazy, right?"

"Yeah?" Sam challenged, pushing the man back with a harsh shove. "You ever hunt a wen—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Dean quickly grabbed his brother and pulled him away. Even Grace, who was still trying to calm down, knew exposing what they were really hunting out in the woods was a bad idea. Especially by exposing it in angry fit of rage, because then no one would believe them. "Chill out." He told Sam. Both Dean and Grace stared at the man in worry, because they knew he wasn't himself. He was being rash, snappy and impatient. But he had just lost the love of his life, so they couldn't blame him. It didn't stop them worrying though.

Haley then spoke up after the argument had ceased, bringing them back to the reason they were there. "Stop! Stop it! Everybody just stop! Look. Tommy might still be alive and I'm not leaving here without him."

There was a long pause as the group calmed down. Grace fiddled with the small blade in her pocket as she thought about what had just happened. She never liked it when she got angry, that wasn't who she wanted to be.

Dean then spoke up, breaking the silence. "It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter during the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves." He told them.

Then Haley turned to look at Dean and right there in her eyes, they could see it: trust. She may not have known what was going on, but she knew they did. And if she was going to get her brother back, she was going to need all the help she could get. Haley nodded, determined. "How?"

DARKNESS HAD FALLEN AT BLACKWATER RIDGE, CASTING SHADOW AND FEAR ACROSS THE CAMPSITE. The only light they had came from the fire in the middle which burned a bright orange and offered some warmth to the tired hikers. Sam was sat down at the edge of the camp as Dean copied some drawings from John's journal into the dirt. On the other side of the camp, Grace was doing the same so they could establish some protection around the already ruined campsite.

Haley watched curiously from the comfort of the flickering flames as the father and daughter continued to draw into the dirt with their sticks. She then inquired as she poked a stick of her own into the fire. "One, more time, that's—"

"Anasazi symbols." Dean replied, hoping to clear things up. He then went on to explain. "It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them."

Roy laughed from where he stood on the other side of the camp, gun hanging over his shoulder. He didn't make any further comment and scoffed in disbelief. Grace just sighed. Sure, what they had told the group had sounded pretty crazy, but Roy's persistent denial of their warnings were getting on their nerves.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." Dean remarked with a roll of his eyes.

After finishing her symbols, Grace smiled down at her handiwork before tossing down her stick and going over to where her Dad and Uncle had gathered. She sat down next to them and away from the rest of the group. Despite being at at different ends of the camp to Sam, both Grace and Dean had noticed how the man was staring into nothing, drifting into his own thoughts. And they were worried about him.

"You wanna tell us what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Asked Dean as he stared into Sam's eyes with concern.

Grace placed her hand upon her Uncle's arm and added. "Uncle Sam, we're worried about you."

"Guys-" He began but he was cut off by Dean.

"No, you're not fine." Dean told him, knowing fully well what his brother was going to say. And both him and Grace knew he wasn't okay. "You're like a powder keg, man. It's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"

There was a brief moment of silence among the Winchesters before Sam spoke up and finally confessed what was on his mind. "Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?" If he had, they would have followed it, and then to the next one, and the next. Like a trail of breadcrumbs leading them to John. Grace liked games but even she thought that this would have been one she didn't want to play.

Dean sighed and then admitted. "Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth. I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."

"Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road." He whisper-shouted as he didn't want the others to hear what he was saying. "Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?" He queried. And Grace sighed sadly, losing Jess had changed him, he wasn't the same man she had met in Stanford.

Dean moved closer to Sam and then pulled their Father's journal from his pocket. He tapped his finger against the leather cover, showing it to Sam as Grace watched the scene unfold. "This is why." Dean said, glancing between his brother and the book. "This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession — everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it onto us." He turned to his daughter, wrapping arm around her shoulder which caused her to smile. "I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, Saving people, hunting things, the family business."

Sam responded by shaking his head at his brother's words. "That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" The middle Winchester spat out question after question.

Shrugging, Grace replied. "I don't know. He doesn't even answer when we call." She pointed out.

Dean shrugged the same as Gracie at Sam's questions and then continued. "But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it." For Grace it didn't matter whether John Winchester had gave them the job or not because as long as she was helping people, the young girl didn't mind what she was doing.

"Dean, Grace... no. I gotta find Dad." He told his family as his eyes started to water. "I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about." The desperation was clear in his voice and Grace quickly removed her Dad's arm from her shoulder so she could move in and wrap her own small arms around her Uncle's waist. Sam made no effort to move her.

"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise." Reassured Dean as he watched his daughter hold onto her Uncle as if her life depended on it. "Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man."

The middle Winchester looked down at his muddy shoes, then back up at Dean as tears continued to well in his eyes. "How do you do it? How does Dad do it?" Grace held onto her Uncle a little tighter and then he placed his own arm around her, holding his niece close.

"Well, for one, them." Dean motioned to Haley and Ben on the other end of the camp who were still warming themselves in the light of the fire. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to Hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable." Then he looked over at Grace who was doing her best to comfort her Uncle and Dean smiled. "Grace helps too." At the mention of her name, the girl perked up and stared at her Dad. She was interested to hear what he had to say. "She's always knows when you're not okay and then she does her best to make it better." Dean laughed at the many memories he had of her doing just that. "It's not always what she does to try and make you feel better, it's how much she wants you to be happy."

Even though Grace didn't move from her Uncle's side, she smiled joyfully at her Dad as happy tears threatened to spill. She had never heard him say that before, and that meant the world to her.

"I'll tell you what else helps." Dean quickly changed the topic. "Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can." The family of three all smiled at each other. It was their moment of calm before the storm and Grace was glad they had it.

SNAP!

Their heads all whipped around at the noise, only to perk up more when a voice came echoing from the trees. "Help me! Please!" It was just like before, so it was most certainly a trap.  Grace detached herself from her Uncle Sam and then the trio stood up and readied themselves for the Wendigo. It continued to cry out and Grace cringed at the fear in its voice. Sam switched on his flashlight and shone it around the trees around them whilst Grace turned to a frightened Ben and reached out for his hand. The boy, although hesitant at first (like he had been with the pretzels) ended up taking it and Grace squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

"It's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean instructed and Grace could hear the nerves in his voice.

Roy raised an eyebrow at the markings on the ground before asking mockingly. "Inside the magic circle?"

Grace turned back to stare at the man. "Yes, we stay inside the 'magic circle'."

A low growling rumbled through the branches and the sound of it struck fear into the young girl's heart. It was the wendigo. She had heard that growling before, in her visions from Mr Shaw, so she knew the creature was drawing nearer. Roy raised his gun and noted. "That's no grizzly."

"Of course it's not a grizzly." Grace refrained from rolling her eyes at the man.

Both her Dad and Uncle were covering either side of the group, keeping their eyes peeled for the Wendigo. Dean tightened his grip on his gun as he kept it aimed outwards into the shadows of the woods. They were really in it now. There was no turning back.

Haley turned to her brother who was still holding tight to Grace's hand. "It's okay." She reassured him even though she didn't believe it herself. "You'll be all right, I promise."

Something suddenly flashed past them and Haley let out a shriek as Grace felt her heartbeat speed up. She was scared. The wendigo scared her. "It's here." Sam announced to group just as Roy started firing off random shots into the woods around them.

The man wouldn't give up and continued to fire. That was, until, he was greeted with a loud screech after a shot. "I hit it!" He cried out triumphantly.

Grace went to warn him to stay put, but it was too late, the guide had already taken off after the wendigo. He quickly disappeared amongst the trees, the dark night making it even harder to spot him. "Roy, no! Roy!" Dean yelled out after him, but yet again, it appeared his words had fallen upon deaf ears. He then turned to Haley, Ben and Grace. "Grace, look after them. None of you move." Grace nodded in understanding as he took off and left and with Sam, the two hurrying after Roy.

With her free hand, Grace grabbed a stick and stuffed it into the fire before the end caught ablaze. She brandished it out in front of her and the other two protectively, in case the Wendigo came back. Because she may have been small, but she could look after herself because she knew one thing for certain: wendigos and fire don't mix.

Chapter 5 is here!!!

You know, this actually took me just over 24 hours to write which is pretty good and I surprised myself with that.

Even more Grace/Dean content with some added Grace getting annoyed at Roy. She doesn't like rude people or bullies. They're enough to turn a usually kind girl angry.

You may have noticed the small flashback with an appearance from John. When she first became a Winchester, Grace was oblivious to what John was really like. She just thought he was looking out for her in his own way. But slowly she starts to see him as not a nice person and by this point, it's already started.

Grace is an adorable baby who deserves all the love in the world.

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Hopefully, I'll see you in the next chapter.

Sincerely Rosie aka Winter326