Hey guys! After completing another chapter so soon, I decided to put up the next one! There getting longer...so bear with me! And just a reminder Grace is a abused child, so of course she will be whiney and needy.

Disclaimer: I own only Grace! :)

GRACE'S POV

My heart was racing a mile a minute as a very tall man was getting closer to me. It wasn't the bad man, and it wasn't any of his friends. When the floor creaked under his weight I whimpered and buried myself deeper into the hard corner.

"Shhhh, shhhh it's okay." The tall man whispered and crouched down to my level. He was still a giant but my eyes were starting to adjust to his other features. He had longish brown hair that touched his chin, warm hazel eyes and dimples. He looked…very nice. Like someone who wanted to help and not hurt me. Until he started to reach towards me.

"NO!" I yelled, surprising both of us. Crying I flinched away from him and continued to hide in the corner.

The tall man looked very sad, "Shhh, sweetie it's okay. We're here to save you, take you away from this horrible place I promise." Still talking very quietly, hands raised up as if I was a wild animal waiting to be tamed. "My name is Sam, and I'm not going to hurt you I promise. We're going to take you far away from here." He seemed to be choking with emotion on the last part, but his face was still open and patient. Could I trust him? My mind was whirling and I was cold and tired. My tummy still hurt but maybe this man could help me.

I slowly started to lean towards him and his face looked relieved. His big hands were warm against my sides as he pulled me gently towards him and slowly stood up. He had swung me to his side, setting me on his hip. I latched onto him, his warmth radiating off of him. It made me drowsy and I remembered how sleepy I was. I felt…safe. Slowly sleep captured me as I felt the sway of Sam's big lumbering steps.

"Carry on my Wayward son…there will be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more…" music floated in the air as my mind came to. Where was I? I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was laying down. In a car? Deep voices were talking in the front, and I quickly closed my eyes again and listened to them.

"Sammy, we're going to have to take her to the police. Or at least some hospital!" a deep gravelly voice spoke, he sounded angry.

There was a sigh from the front, "Dean we can't just drop her off somewhere. Didn't you look at her? Bruises, welts, and she's severally malnourished. She might be Grace! Dean you didn't see the look in her eyes when I was trying to talk to her. There was no hope." This voice was also deep but more like velvet. It sounded familiar…Sam! It was that nice giant who promised I would be safe.

There was a rustle and a slam on the brakes, "Sam we can't have a little girl on the hunts with us, it's just not safe. I know your attached now, but were going to drop her off at least at the group home she was at. Damn this traffic is up my ass."

What, no I didn't want to leave them. I didn't want to leave Sammy who was safe. I didn't want to go back to the group home, was I a bad girl? I couldn't breathe, tears started to blur my vision and I whimpered.

Suddenly they stopped talking and Sam turned towards me with a sad smile on his face, "Hey sweetie, you okay? Were almost at the motel then you can take a bath and we can fix you up." His warm eyes crinkled and I wanted to stay.

I started to sob, my breath hitching. Why couldn't I stop crying? I was just so upset; I didn't want to leave them even though I hardly knew them. I was such a baby!

"Look what you did Sammy—you made her cry! Hey darlin' it's okay this Moose hasn't had a girlfriend in a while so he doesn't know how to talk to special little girls like yourself." I looked up to see the other man's eyes. They were green and also kind like Sam's. A little harder, but still warm.

"Dean, please just shut up." He argued and pulled all his attention on me again. "Sweetie what's wrong? You hurting again?"

How did he know my body hurt all over? Instead of telling them the true reason I nodded wanly and sniffled. He grunted, and reached towards me. His long arms easily reaching me and pulled me into his arms. I latched on and found myself on his lap, my head rested on his warm chest. His head leaned down, "What hurts honey?"

I shifted mumbling, "My tummy…" it wasn't a lie. My tummy still hurt after the bad man kicked me. Sam's large hands started to pry my hands away from my stomach and gently poked and prodded me. I let him, too tired to argue. Until his fingers hit my side I flinched and whimpered. I curled deeper into his stomach. He frowned and started to pull up my dirty shirt revealing large purple bruises littering my ribs. He sucked in his breath and let my shirt fall.

"Yep, Dean we might need to find a Motel sooner. Her bruises are bad." He said sadly while gently stroking my head making me feel even sleepier. I don't remember what Dean said because darkness welcomed me again.

I awoke to whispers and light; my body was laid on a bed? I felt the bed sink down and I turned my head to see Sammy sitting next to me. I looked up at him and he smiled dimples and all.

"Well hello there, we just got to a Motel. Dean my brother went to the store to get some food for all of us and I'm going to check you out okay? How does that sound?" I don't know why he was giving me a choice, no one had ever done that for me. I blinked at him and slowly put my thumb in my mouth. I know it's what babies do but I couldn't help it, I was still scared the bad man would come and take me away from Sammy's dimples and Dean's laugh.

Sam frowned but took my silence as a yes. He also didn't say anything about my thumb but I'm sure he would bring it up at some point. He started checking me over, telling me to open my mouth and looking in with a flashlight. He also was bending my arms and legs asking if anything hurt. I didn't know why but I didn't argue with Sammy because I felt so safe.

He started looking at my bruises and welts, "We can put some cream on these after you have a nice bubble bath. Do you like lots of bubbles?" he tickled my side and I giggled. He smiled and swooped me up. I laughed and nuzzled my face in his neck. He smelled like pine, leather and musk. I yawned, I don't know why I was so tired all the time.

Sam adjusted me on his hip while he opened the bathroom door and put the water on, "Hey now, you can't go to sleep yet sweetie. We got to get you nice and clean, get some cream on you and food in you, okay?" he brushed my dirty hair out of my face and I pushed my face towards it. I wasn't used to all this attention and I was basking in it.

Before I knew it I was naked and in the bathtub, Sam was quick and gentle. I shivered and Sammy started rubbing my back with a washcloth. My lid's kept drooping and he laughed, "I know your tired. Can you tell me your name though? Is it Grace?"

How did he know that? It seemed like Sam knew everything, but that was okay. I nodded looking down.

"Such a pretty name." he cooed and continued to wash my hair with lots of soap. His large hands surprisingly gentle, careful not to get any soap in my eyes. I don't remember the last time someone cleaned me, or looked after me for that matter. It was nice and made me sad that they were going to take me back to that horrible place.

Sammy was quick and soon he was draining the tub and standing me up. He bundled me in a big fluffy towel and scooped me up again making his way into the bedroom. I caught a glance in the mirror as we walked by though. My once chubby face was drawn and thin. My brown eyes were so big too; my dark hair wet but cleaner looking. I haven't seen myself in while and at first I didn't know who Sammy was holding—until I realized it was me.

I didn't have time to think about it because Sammy was slipping me into a large t-shirt that dwarfed me. It was like a night gown except had a weird band picture on the front. Sammy must have seen my confused face and reassured me.

"This is just for now; tomorrow we'll get you some nicer clothes that fit but for now it's my t-shirt. Now let's get some cream on those bruises, huh?" he pulled out some ointment and started rubbing it on my arms and legs. It was nice and cool and smelled like vanilla. He had me lay down and lifted the big shirt to reach my ribs. I stared at him as his warm hands rubbed my belly, why was he being so nice to me? I didn't do anything for them; honestly I was more of a burden for them. As I pondered this Sam caught me staring at him and gave me those half smirks.

"Good girl Grace, such a good girl sweetie." He hushed and put the ointment away. I stretched and looked at my cream-covered body. I looked like a vampire, but the pain was numbed which was fine by me.

The door banged open and I flinched. But it was only Dean and I let out a relieved breath. He had two big grocery bags in his arms.

"Dinner kids! Got some groceries for the week, and McDonalds for dinner." He sifted through the bags and took out the fast food, "Two big-macs for me, salad and chicken sandwich for Sammy, and a kiddy meal for the princess." He tossed Sam his food who caught it effortlessly.

"Dean, I don't think we should be giving her junk food right—"

Dean rolled his eyes, "Please Sam, she needs some meat on those bones. That includes burgers and French fries. She won't die from fast food." He then proceeded to stuff his face with the Big-Mac.

My stomach growled and I tried to remember when the last time I ate a good meal was. I peeked into the bag and the smell wafted in my nose. It smelt so good. I looked at Sam who gave me an encouraging nod, "It's fine sweetie, go on. Just don't eat too fast now."

I smiled and sat down next to him, at first I was slow but by the end I had huffed down the whole meal. My tummy groaned from the newly added content and I let out a small burp. When I looked up the brothers were looking at me wide-eyed.

"Well looks like we're going to have to get more food, man she can really pack it away for such a little thing." Dean laughed and also burped. You giggled and then a yawn took over, eyelids drooping with a full belly.

"Looks like it's someone's bed time" Sam murmured as he was suddenly beside you, taking you in his arms. You snuggled deeper into his plaid shirt and sighed. Was this what it's like to feel…safe? Loved? You wondered as Sam put you into bed, you mind closing off as you fell asleep.