"Well isn't this just precious." Dean chuckled when he returned to the room the next morning. He was welcomed by the site of Holli asleep, upper half of her body hanging off the side of the bed, and Sam asleep with his pants around his ankles, legs sticking straight out into the air. Dean pulled out his cell phone and took a picture. He smiled at the view once more before waking them up.

"Wakey, wakey!" He yelled. "Frodo, Chewie! Time to hit the road!" Holli jumped, startled by him yelling, and fell completely off the bed, and Sam jumped to his feet, only to fall because of his pants acting as restraints. Dean burst out laughing. "What the hell happened last night? Am I going to be an uncle?" He said when he was able to speak. Holli looked from Dean to Sam and her jaw dropped at seeing his pants down. Sam noticed, too, and struggled to pull them up.

"No! No no no! I just passed out while I was trying to take them off. Holli passed out before we even got back here. Nothing happened!" They all stared at each other for a moment before they were overcome by a fit of laughter.

"Can I shower before we leave? I smell like alcohol and shame." Holli said once she calmed down a bit.

"That's just how I like my women." Dean wiggled his eyebrows at her, which she returned with an eye roll and a smirk. She went into the bathroom and turned on the water, leaving the boys alone.

"How was your night?" Sam yawned.

"Sticky." Dean grinned at him. "What about you? You really didn't hit that?"

"No, Dean. I did not 'hit that'."

"She turn you down?"

"What? No. We just talked. I think she smacked my ass before she passed out, but that was it."

"Kinky." Sam sighed and changed his shirt. He knew talking to Dan about Holli would be pointless. He thought he remembered her confessing that she liked him, but he wasn't 100% sure. All he knew was he was starting to develop feelings for her, which he was upset about. Anyone he ever grew close to, he ended up leaving, or they ended up getting killed. It was like he was cursed. The last thing he wanted was to be the reason for Holli getting hurt.

When she emerged from the bathroom, the three of them packed up their things and began their day's journey. Sam and Dean couldn't help but notice Holli fidgeting in the backseat.

"What's up with you?" Dean asked.

"It's embarrassing."

"Lady stuff?"

"No! It's…I can fucking smell the alcohol and sweat on this shirt from last night and it's gross. Can we stop at a cheap store or something?"

"You're super classy, aren't you?"

"Oh shut up, Dean. It's your shirt that I got sweaty drunk in, anyway."

"I'll cherish is forever, Bilbo."

"Are hobbits real?" Holli asked, catching the reference.

"Yep. There's one in the backseat." He laughed at his own stupid joke.

"Ignore him. He's just happy that he isn't the shortest one in the car."

"Shut up, Shaq." They smiled while Dean put on his best butt hurt scowl. Within the hour, they had tracked down a GoodWill store. Holli still had $35 on her, which would be more than enough. Sam was trailing her while she looked around, while Dean was wandering off on his own. She and Sam heard him flirting with one of the workers and they laughed a little.

"So, um, what exactly are we looking for?" She could tell that Sam wasn't used to shopping with women.

"Anything that is remotely my size and warm looking." She looked through the long-sleeved shirts and the only thing she could find that wasn't hideous was a mustard yellow and navy blue striped sweater. When she pulled it from the rack, she saw that it was a turtleneck and groaned. "Do you have any scissors in the car?"

"I'm sure we have something sharp, if that's what you need."

"Okay. I won't be caught dead in a turtleneck."

"Why not?"

"Because they're awful."

"Oh…"

"You poor, clueless man. I'll try to explain. Say you find me attractive. You'd want to see skin, right?" Sam wasn't sure how to answer. He didn't know if this was some sort of trap and stood there with a clueless look on his face, while Holli stared at him expectantly.

"Uh, y-yeah. I guess so." He hoped his anxiety wasn't written all over his face.

"Okay. So with you wanting to see skin, seeing my upper body, aside from my chin, being completely covered would be disappointed, right? And having my neck covered up to my chin is really unflattering because it looked like I've instantly gained 10 pounds in my face. So would you really want to see me covered up and fat?"

"Hell no." He blurted out without thinking.

"Then it looks like I've been successful in explaining the atrocity that is the turtleneck."

"Why bother with it, then?"

"I'm partial to these colors for some reason." She walked off with the shirt to pay, grabbing a plain yellow v-neck and black hoodie on the way. It totaled to $15, so she offered to pay for food from the next fast food place they could all agree on. Once back to the car, Sam was able to find some plain, regular, non-killing scissors. Holli took them and began turning her new sweater into something acceptable to wear in public. Sam couldn't help but wonder what she'd turn it in to while he pretended to listen to Dean telling him how the girl he was talking to "accidentally" dropped what she was holding and had to bend over to get it. It was an obvious move, but Dean never cared about that if he was able to see some ass. Sam started to space out and looked absentmindedly at his passenger mirror. His eyes widened as he saw Holli changing, probably thinking the brothers were too distracted by Dean's story. Embarrassed, he made himself look away, shifting awkwardly in his seat. He was glad to get out of the car when they decided on tacos for lunch.

"I'm like fucking Harry Potter when it comes to transforming clothing." Holli said, showing off her work. She had turned the ugly turtleneck sweater into an off-the-shoulder one.

"Can you show me how to use my wand, Potter?"

"Dean!" Sam was always surprised when his brother was able to somehow out-douche himself.

"Yeah. That one went too far…" He said, cheeks flushing red.

"It's fine. I'll take it has a compliment." Holli laughed.

"That's probably the best way to interpret it." Sam smiled at her. "You did a good job, though. It looks nice." She grinned at the actual compliment.

Sam and Holli were staring in amazement at Dean as he shoved his eighth taco in his mouth. Sam was used to it, but still amused, while Holli was witnessing what he could really do for the first time. He pointed at her leftover taco and asked if she was going to eat it. She just shook her head and continued to watch him inhale everything around him.

"How does he keep from getting huge?" Holli wondered out loud.

"I work out, short-stack." He flexed and then continued eating.

"I still wonder how he doesn't explode." Sam said. Dean didn't bother to glare at them. He was perfectly content shoving food in his mouth. Once he was finally full, they continued on their drive.

In the backseat, Holli sat thinking about her experiences from the entire situation. She didn't know how long she hadn't been in control of her body, which was met with fear of people she may have hurt or killed. The fact that she had let herself become open to possession made her ashamed. How could she have let herself become so weak? It was shameful and she felt violated. No good had come out of any of it, aside from meeting the Winchesters. They were incredibly different, yet they were great together. She smiled as she thought about Dean.

"Dean had acted like a hardass at first, not wanting to take her with them and making snarky comments in response to her. He seemed to open up, though, after she had helped him score. He joked more and was warmed to his brother, even if he was making jokes at Sam's expense. She loved how he'd make fun of her height by calling her stupid names. She realized that even though she had only known him for a few days, she would miss him. And she realized she would miss Sam, too.

Sam. She didn't know where to begin with him. He had been there to comfort her from the beginning of their time together. She would watch him when he wasn't looking and notice when he was lost in thought. When something bothered him, he would furrow his brow, giving him wrinkles at the top of the bridge of his nose. He held doors open her, not because he was trying to impress her, but just because he was polite. Holli remembered part of their time when they got drunk together. He had loosened up and she vaguely remembered them complimenting each other. She realized just how much she would miss her time with Sam and Dean Winchester, and tears started to form in her eyes.