Sam and Dean had been chasing this demon for a week, following a trail of dead bodies across Arkansas. Sam had picked up on its omens and they were tracking it, hoping to get just one step ahead of it before it claimed another victim. They finally caught on to a pattern with the victims and had a general idea where the demon was headed. They were right. They were cruising through town, on the look out, when they caught a flash of black eyes from a woman going into a Starbucks. They parked the Impala across the street and waited for her to come back out.

Before they tracked the demon down, Castiel had come around long enough to tell Dean that this was no average demon. She reported directly to a high-level demon with some sinister plans, but he didn't know what those plans were. Sam and Dean decided to see what kind of information they could get out of her. They found an abandoned, rundown place in the middle of nowhere and went to work getting it set up with devil's traps and protective symbols.

Now, an hour and a half away, they watched as the demon exited the coffee house and turned down an alley.

Dean grabbed his keys and started climbing out of the car.

"Let's go."

A few cuts and bruises, and a couple of hours later they had the demon secure in the devil's trap. The first few minutes went as expected: insults flew, people were told to go to Hell, and the boys were no closer to getting any information. So, Dean turned to methods that had proven successful in the past. A few well-placed cuts with the demon knife, soaked in holy water, got the demon writhing in her seat. Still no information, but Dean knew the demon couldn't stand much more.

"How about you tell me your name now?"

"I think you'd rather know the name of the person in here with me, wouldn't you?" the demon asked with a smarmy smile.

"Okay, fine. That's a start. What's her name?"

"Nooo... I'll let you meet her yourself."

Sam and Dean glanced at each other as the girl's eyes went black, then faded and closed. They heard a faint groaning as she started to wake up. She lifted her head with her eyes wide. Her mouth was open, but no sound came past her busted lip.

Sam got down on his knees next to the chair.

"Hey. It's okay."

"Pain...," she finally managed to croak out, half crying.

Dean lowered himself on the other side of the chair.

"I know you're in pain, and I'm sorry... But you've been possessed by a very bad demon."

"I know." Tears were streaming down her face now. "It's made me stay conscious for some if it... Why am I hurting so much?"

Dean looked at Sam before answering. "We've been trying to get information from this demon. We think it knows about something big that could cause a lot of people to get hurt. The only way to get to a demon is to go through the person it's possessing."

Sam jumped in, "What's your name?"

"Grace."

Dean couldn't help but notice the irony of a girl named "Grace" being possessed.

Grace was finally able to focus more on the situation. She looked at her legs and arms, cut and bleeding. She tasted the blood on her lip.

"You've been torturing me?"

Dean picked up again, "Yes... Technically."

She looked up at Sam, then her eyes shot toward Dean. They were wide, with what Dean thought looked like surprise, but the look quickly faded and she spoke again.

"Will it help?"

"Will what help?" Dean asked.

"If you torture me, will it help you stop these things?"

"It could."

"But we can't be sure." Sam added. "It depends on what kind of information it gives up."

Grace started breathing heavy, her breaths coming faster.

Sam and Dean got up and took step back.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked.

"The demon is trying to take over again. It's afraid." Her breathing got heavier. "Finish what you started."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. "It's only going to get worse, and the demon could keep you conscious."

"Do it! Send this bitch back to Hell when you're done. Just try not to kill me... And I'd like to be able to function when you're done, Dean."

Dean blinked, "How do you know my name?"

But Dean didn't get an answer. Grace's eyes went black again.

"It's not nice to plot against me with my own puppet."

Dean grinned, "Your 'puppet' said something very interesting."

"What's that?"

"You're afraid."

Dean turned around and picked up his next torture tool. He looked at Sam, who nodded his approval. Grace had agreed to this. Dean would be as careful as he could, but he had to get any information this demon had. And it had to know something, or it wouldn't have gotten scared when Grace started to consider going through with the torture. The demon hadn't expected that.

Dean walked over to the demon.

"Let's find out why you're so afraid, shall we?"