FRACTURED

Sam and Dean were relieved that Faye had finally begun to speak to them. But they couldn't exactly blame her for being scared after having been possessed by a demon. Even when you are familiar with the supernatural most of your life that will scare the crap out of you. She hadn't given them much information about herself except for her name and that she had no family or friends. They tried to question her more, but she began to tear up so the stopped pushing. She would tell them in her own time if she wanted to, but they weren't going to harass her.

Once they had gotten some information from her, they decided that it would be best to give her the "supernatural things are real" talk, but she cut them off with a simple, "I think I got that already." Sam was a little shocked at the statement and Dean was just amused. Of course she knew supernatural things were real. She had been possessed by a demon for Pete's sake.

"Alright, well," Dean stood up from the chair he had been sitting in, "we need to hit the road." He looked down at Faye who sat cross-legged on the bed. "If you are okay with it, we were going to bring you with us." She nodded and began to stand. Then looking down at herself, she realized she didn't have any clothes to wear. As nice as Dean had been with letting her wear his clothes, she couldn't walk around like this forever.

"Don't worry, we'll stop and get you some clothes on the way," Sam chimed. She smiled up at him slightly embarrassed. He smiled back at her warmly then moved to place he chair back at the table.

They stopped at a small department store to let Faye get some clothes. Dean handed her a credit card and told her to get whatever she needed, and a bag to put it all in. She didn't say a word but nodded and got out of the car. An hour later she returned to the Impala with three large bags full of things clothes and other items that she needed. She was still wearing Dean clothes though. They had decided that she could change when they stopped for lunch later on, and then they hit the road.

About an hour down the road, Dean noticed that Faye was digging through her bags in the back seat. "Everything okay back there?" She looked up to see his green eyes in the mirror. She nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I'm just sorting through my new stuff." She turned back to her bags without another word. Sam thought that she was still traumatized, and that was why she didn't talk much, but Dean felt like she was probably always a bit more quiet.

After another half our or so, he heard the bags in the back seat being folded up. Apparently she had decided that she would put everything into her new duffle and get rid of the other bags. Dean smiled. At least she wouldn't waste time by just sitting around. Most girl he had come in contact with over the years would not do what she had just done. Although it was only transferring her stuff over to a duffle, most would have waited until they were stopped for the night, but she saw that she had the time and did it then instead of waiting. Dean was very impressed.

Another couple of hours down the road, they group finally stopped for lunch. As they stepped into the diner, Faye walked with the guys to the booth before turning to find the bathroom to change. Sam and Dean sat and ordered their drinks while they waited for Faye to return. Sam mentioned how if they were going to bring Faye along with them, then they needed to get her a few fake I.D.'s. Dean agreed but before they could say anything further, Faye came emerged from the bathroom. Dean and Sam both looked up at her approach. She didn't say a word, but sat down next to Dean in the booth.

The waitress came over and took Fay's drink order before heading back over behind the counter. Dean and Sam made small talk until they got their drinks, then ordered. Sam got a salad and Dean a double cheeseburger and fries. Faye who had ordered a water, declined food. When Dean and Sam questioned her, she simply said she wasn't hungry. They didn't push her to eat, but cast concerned glances towards her.

Once their food had arrived, Dean and Sam ate quickly. They wanted to hit the road and were soon back in the car driving down the highway, Dean again behind the wheel, Sam in the passenger seat and Fay in the back.

As they drove, Sam nodded began to research for a new case and Faye looked out the window aimlessly. Dean tried to focus on the road in front of him, but his thoughts were dragged beck to the girl sitting behind him. She hadn't eaten at the diner, and it had him worried. He hoped that it truly was that she wasn't hungry and not something else. He could maybe understand that she was just still too shaken to eat much after what she had gone through. But what he feared was that she was trying to starve herself. She wasn't a large girl, but she wasn't a supermodel either. She looked as if she wore a size 10 or 12, but it worked for her. The jeans and t-shirt she had changed into showed that. Nothing hung over her jeans or poked out when it shouldn't, but he had seen the look in her eyes when the waitress asked her what she wanted to eat. It had been fear and shame. He'd seen that look too many times on girls, the fear of food, of gaining weight, of not losing weight, of judgment.

Looking in the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of her purple eyes and sighed. He didn't know why, but she had a pull on him. But he didn't have time for romance, especially with her. They had taken her with them because they didn't know what else to do since she had no where to go, but adding romance into the situation would only make it worse, especially since they now had to stop the apocalypse. And she had been through a lot. She had been possessed for God knows how long and had just gotten control of herself back. No, there was no romance that could happen between them.

Several hours later they stopped for the night. They had tried to get a room with a pullout bed, but they didn't have any available and they only had rooms with single beds open. Sam sighed as he took the two room keys from the man behind the desk and returned to the Impala where Dean and Faye waited.

"Well all they had were two rooms with singles, so it looks like we are splitting up for the night. How do you wanna do this?" Sam looked to Dean and then Faye. He personally didn't think she should be alone after what she had gone through, but he also wanted to give her space as well.

"I don't mind sharing," she spoke softly. Dean nodded before speaking to her. "Are you completely sure? Because Sam and I can share. We do it all the time." Faye continued to say she was fine with sharing.

"Okay, well I'll stay with you okay?" Dean said before grabbing a key from Sam's hand. Faye nodded and the three headed off to their rooms. Same could see how protective Dean was becoming of Faye already. He knew his brother well and knew that he would insist on taking care of her. Dean was just that way, although he would never admit to caring that much.

Sam parted ways with Dean and Faye and headed into his room. Dean opened the door for Faye and she stepped through, plopping her bag on the bed furthest from the door. Dean quickly checked the room before turning to look at Faye. She was scared and he could see it, but he wasn't sure what of. Sighing he grabbed some clothes from his bag. "I'm going to grab a quick shower before I hit the sack." Faye nodded and watched as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

Faye quickly grabbed her pajama pants that she had gotten earlier that day and a sweatshirt and changed. She crawled into the small bed and closed her eyes. She could hear Dean singing quietly in the shower and it made her smile. He was a really good guy despite the give 'em hell attitude that he sported. But she was scared of him at the same time. She was drawn to him in a way she wasn't prepared for. She had been through too much in the past year to handle an attraction right now. She heard the water shut off and quickly rolled over to face away from the bathroom.

About five minutes later Dean exited the bathroom to find Faye asleep. He quietly turned off the lights and crawled into his own bed. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Dean woke to the sound of crying about 4 hours later. He looked over to find Faye curled up in a ball crying and whimpering. He jumped out of bed and walked around to the other side of her bed. When he looked into her face, he realized that she was having a nightmare. He reached out and shook her. She gasped and sat bolt upright in bed. Startled she looked around franticly. Dean sat down on the side of the bed and tried to get her attention.

"Faye?" he questioned. "Faye. It's me, it's Dean. I'm right here. Are you okay?" She shook her head as tears spilled down her cheeks. This is the first time he had seen her cry since he met her, and it scared him.

"You just had a nightmare okay. It's not real." Dean slowly pulled the girl into his arms, letting her cry. She mumbled something into his shirt, but he couldn't understand her. "What was that?" he pulled back to look into her violet eyes.

"But it was real," she whispered. He looked down to see the fear that he had seen before had been replaced by sorrow and regret. What had she been dreaming about?

"What was real?" he knew he shouldn't ask, but he was getting concerned with how she was acting.

"They're dead," she sobbed. "They're dead and it is my fault." She looked away from Dean. Dean didn't ask any more questions after that. He knew the weight she was carrying and knew that it would take time for her to open up about it all. And he was guessing that whoever she had dreamed was dead, weren't actually dead because of her.

She continued to cry for a few more minutes as Dean held her. When she had finally calmed down, Dean hugged her and told her that it was going to be okay. He didn't really know that, but what else are you supposed to say in situations like that? Faye nodded her head and pulled away. Dean stood and walked back over to his bed. Sitting down he spoke softly to her, "I'm right here okay. If you need me for anything, just say something." She didn't say anything but nodded and turned away from him.

He sighed and crawled back under his covers. He faced her now, watching as her body slowly relaxed back into sleep. It took him a long time before his mind settled and sleep took him again, but it did eventually. He dreamed of her purple eyes, with tears in them, her voice cracking, and blood on her hands. He reached out to try and hold her, but every time he almost touched her, she would disappear.