"Dammit, hurry up, Sam! We can't stay here much longer! The place is gonna blow!" Dean yelled over the sound of the alarm in the warehouse they were currently in. Gas was leaking from a pipe that had been broken during the fight. The furnace was bound to kick on in the basement of the building, and as soon as it did, BOOM!

"Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos!" As Sam yelled the words, the familiar black cloud exited the young woman's mouth, meaning the demon possessing her had left. She collapsed to the floor.

"Come on, Sammy!" Sam picked the girl up and fled out of the building behind his brother. They rushed to the safety of the Impala, and when the last door slammed shut, the building that had just evacuated became a mass of metal and flames, collapsing in on itself. Dean started the car and sped away, trying to get as much distance between them and the building before the authorities got to the scene.

"How's she doing? Look like there's any serious injuries?" Dean asked to the backseat, where Sam had placed the girl before getting in after her.

"I'm not sure. She's still out. She's only bleeding from the fight the demon put up, but hopefully she's okay internally." They drove in silence for a few miles before she started to stir. Sam tapped his brother on the shoulder, signaling him to pull over at the closest motel. The girl grumbled as she started to sit up on her own, Sam helping her. As soon as she was able to fully take in her surroundings, she spoke.

"Who are you two? Where are we? Can either of you explain what the fuck just happened?" She started to hyperventilate. Sam tried to help her get through it, while Dean rolled his eyes from the front seat. People never handled things like he would like them to. The girl he had just helped save was starting to calm down as he pulled into the lot of the first motel he saw. As he went inside to get a room, Sam was finally successful in calming the mess of a stranger that was sitting next to him.

"I know you went through a lot. I know what it's like, and my brother and I want to help you, but you have to let us, okay?" She nodded slowly in response. "Good. Now what's your name?"

"Holli. Holli Lauren." She practically mouthed her name; it was so hard to hear.

"Well you're safe now, Holli. We'll explain what happened once we get inside." With perfect timing, Dean tapped on the window to get their attention, holding up the room key.

Sam helped Holli out of the car and followed Dean to their home for the night. The air was brisk, and Holli shivered as they walked. Had they had a farther trek, he would have offered his jacket. She was so small, both in weight and height; a good foot shorter than him. Her dark, violet hair was a mess around her face from the wind, and her glasses immediately fogged up as they all entered the motel room.

"Home, sweet home!" Dean said, smiling. He fell backwards on the nearest bed, letting out a content sigh. Sam rolled his eyes and took off his coat, while Holli stood looking uncomfortable.

"I did awful things." She said, more to herself than the other two in the room.

"Well yea, you were possessed." Dean told her.

"By what?"

"A demon. Not sure which one. We didn't get the name."

"Jesus Christ." Holli sat down on the other bed, looking horrified.

"Nope, not him. Haven't you read your bible? He's definitely no demon."

"Dean." Sam looked at his brother, annoyed.

"Joking!"

"Why me?" Holli added to the conversation.

"Were you stressed, sad, scared?" Sam sat down next to her.

"My rabbit died and I was really upset by that." Dean laughed at this, causing Sam to shoot a glare in his direction.

"That could have been it. Anyone who is vulnerable is the perfect candidate for possession."

"Looks like Thumper's dying gift to you was a case of demonic possession."

"Dammit, Dean! This isn't the time!" Sam was too fed up with Dean's jokes.

"No, he's fine. Everyone would always tell me that I cared more about my pets than people." Holli smiled to herself, replaying a memory in her head. "So is the demon completely out of me? I won't be trapped in my own body again?"

"We exorcised you. Sent that asshole straight back to where he belongs." Dean started to take his shoes off, looking smug; proud to have sent another demon to the confines of Hell.

"I didn't even believe in demons or anything before this." She put her head in her hands, chiding herself on being so obviously wrong.

"There's a lot out there that you wouldn't believe." Sam told her, following suit with Dean and taking off his shoes.

"I feel gross. Do either of you need the bathroom before I take a shower?" Both boys shook their heads, so Holli went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

"Why can't one person not freak out when we exorcise them?" Dean asked as he stripped down to get into bed.

"Having an exorcism performed on you isn't exactly an everyday activity for most people, Dean. And you could be nicer to her about it. She's really shaken up by all of this."

"You know me, Sammy. I'm just trying to lighten the mood." He flashed his brother a cheeky smile, which was met by yet another familiar eye roll. "And at least she's a cute upset girl instead of some ugly old hag who won't stop crying."

"Do you always have to point out how a girl looks?"

"Of course I do, Sammy. It's part of my job. Now shut up. I'm exhausted." He then got comfortable under the blankets and proceeded to get to sleep. Sam sighed at his brother, wondering how he was able to put up with him for so long.

As he sat at the end of the bed, with nothing but the sound of his brother slightly snoring and the shower running in the bathroom to keep him company, tiredness washed over him. He began taking off his clothes so he could soon fall asleep. He then took out his laptop to distract himself, not wanting to fall asleep and have Holli trying to get situated in the dark. He looked at the obituaries on the surrounding towns' newspapers' websites, and found all to be of natural causes. While reading a random article he had discovered on one of the sites, he was interrupted by Holli coming out of the bathroom, re-dressed and with wet hair. He hadn't even thought of her not having any other clothes.

"I'll give you a shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in." Sam got out of bed and went over to his duffle bag.

"You really don't have to do that."

"I insist. You'll be more comfortable and sleep better." He walked over and handed her a plain black t-shirt and basketball shorts. She took them with a small smile and then went back to the bathroom to change. He then realized that there were three of them and only two beds. Grabbing a pillow and the top blanket from the bed, he lay down on the couch, legs not quite fitting. Holli came back out of the bathroom; drowning in the clothes Sam had given her. He couldn't help but laugh as he looked at her.

"Shut up!" She said, laughing a bit as well. "I can't help that I'm so short."

"Sorry. It's just funny to see."

"Well looking at your legs hanging off the side of the couch is pretty funny, too. Now get up and sleep in the bed. You were already nice enough to give me something to sleep in, and I'll fit there much better. I insist this time." She smiled, watching Sam get off of the couch. She couldn't help but look at his body as he walked by. He was very fit, and she though only someone who was completely blind would think him unattractive. His long hair went to his shoulders, which suited him very well. She lay down on the couch, noticing that her feet barely reached the other side.

"Hey, um, shit. I heard you say your brother's name, but I never got yours." She heard him chuckle to himself at this.

"I'm Sam."

"Then, hey, Sam. I was right to insist that I take the couch." She pointed to her feet, showing how the couch was a better fit for her.

"I'll have to agree with you on that." He said, grinning a toothy smile at her. She was pretty nice when she wasn't being controlled by a demon. They then said their "good nights" and drifted off to sleep.