Gracie wrapped her black over coat tighter around her slim frame as she made her way up the empty sidewalk. As her long longs carried her towards the direction of the local coffee shop and as she walked her boots caused a soft click sound to fill the air as it hit against the concrete sidewalk. At times the sound would be drowned out by the sound of passing car and depending on how fast that car is going the wind from it will cause Gracie’s hair to dance and fall in her face. As the coldness of the September air began to nip at her she wrapped her thin arms around her slender waist and quickened her pace slightly, wanting to hurry and get inside a place with heat. She was dressed somewhat properly for the cold air but with her being a demon she is use to the heat of hell. She had on fitted boot cut jeans that made her look taller with her black boots and a white long sleeve V cut blouse, which was covered by her thin black over coat.

After rounding a corner she could see Lasco’s Café within a few feet away. She let a sigh of relief escape between her rosy red lips as she bundled herself in her arms again before she hurried across the street. Once she was in front of the Café she peered in through the window as she walked up to the door, pulling it open and smiled at the sound of the bells. As she stepped inside the small coffee shop the warmth from inside quickly wrapped around her and warmed her. She turned to face the coat rack to her right and she slid her coat down her thin arms before she hung it on one of the handles. When she turned she smiled as she saw a waitress waiting for her then took her over to an empty corner of the store and sat her down. As she took her seat Gracie’s ordered a regular cup of coffee with two sugars and light cream and watched as the waitress nodded and turned to retrieve her order.

Gracie allowed herself to rest against the chair and she pushed back a blonde curl that fell in her face from the wind outside. Turning her head towards the window she peered out and started to think about Sam and his big brother Dean. She was glad she could help them out…she wasn’t a bad demon…she can’t even harm a human even if she tried and she really didn’t want to return to hell. The thought of the place caused a shudder to past through her body and her waitress saw her as she placed her cup down on the table, “Don’t you frit miss, this will warm your bones. Let me know if you need anything else.” Grace just nodded and smiled before wrapping her tiny hands around the warm cup, rubbing her thumb against the side as she stared inside. She really didn’t want to go back to hell but should she tell Sam and Dean she is a demon…what if they make her go back anyway. At the thought she bit her lower lip before picking up the cup and bringing it to her lips.