"Grace belongs to me. Her soul, her body; mine. Now, if the two of you would kindly piss off it would be greatly appreciated!" As he spoke his voice rose to a roar that caused Grace to cower.

"I want to talk to Grace. Alone," Sam insisted, still not looking like he bought the whole thing for a second. Grace could tell Crowley was about to yell again so she stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked back at her, hatred still filling his eyes. She was relieved to know it wasn't for her.

"It's okay. I'll explain," Grace said softly. She stepped to the side and gestured for Sam to follow her. Crowley allowed them to walk to the bedroom, where, if they spoke quietly, they could talk without being heard, but not without being seen.

"What is going on," Sam demanded as soon as they came to a stop.

"He's telling the truth. We made a deal. I don't know the details, but I know I'm his. I can feel it," Grace's face flushed red. She'd gotten carried away and spoken significantly louder than the whisper she'd intended. Crowley was looking at her from across the room, brow slightly furrowed. She shook off his gaze.

"What do you mean? What did you make a deal for?" Sam asked, his voice much quieter, but no less urgent.

"For purpose. I know it sounds stupid, but I've spent my whole life just kind of drifting. I couldn't do it anymore. I wasn't going to do it anymore. When you told me about the demons...I knew it was my way out. They would kill me or possess me or claw out my soul or…this," She gestured to the room. "But it was something," She shook her head, brows knitting together as emotion overtook her.

"Do you know what it's like to feel nothing? To never truly be loved by anyone? Sam, my parents didn't give a shit about me. My friends left me. Every boyfriend I've ever had wasn't worth the time wasted on him.

"This morning I was looking in the mirror wondering why I'm still bothering to live. There was no pleasure in it and when I thought about curling up in my bathtub with a knife I felt relieved. Scared, but relieved, Sam," He looked at her, concern pouring from his eyes.

"I know this is a really stupid thing to do...and maybe I'll regret it someday, but now?" Grace swallowed the lump in her throat. "Now I'm just glad to feel something. To not be a useless waste of resources,"

Grace took a deep breath and ran her hand through her hair. It was obvious to everyone watching that a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. Her shoulders relaxed, her arms dangled at her sides, and she didn't try to hide her face or her stomach. For the first time she wasn't trying to curl up into herself.

"Grace...I'm sorry," Sam shook his head, clearly at a loss for words. This wasn't at all where he'd expected the conversation to go.

"It's okay. I'm okay," She took another calming breath before continuing.

"I don't know how you know Crowley. I mean, I don't even know you. Not really. I appreciate that you're looking out for me. I really do and if you want to keep checking in that's more than okay with me. But I'm not going anywhere," She met his gaze squarely and she could tell by his drooping expression that she'd gotten her point across.

Sam and Grace nodded to each other and made their way back to Crowley and Dean, who looked like they'd heard every word despite Grace trying to avoid that.

"Let's go, Dean," Sam grabbed Dean's arm and tugged him in the direction of the door.

"Let's go? And leave an innocent girl with Crowley? I don't-"

"Stop!" Grace shouted, surprising not only everyone in the room, but herself as well.

Grace was the kind of person who always had a reign on her emotions. She could only think of a handful of scattered accounts in which she'd risen her voice or flew off the handle. Until right then she didn't even know she could speak so loudly or project her voice in such a way.

"I am not leaving and I am not innocent. I made this choice for myself. You have no claim over me. Crowley does. So leave," Grace's voice dropped in volume as she spoke, suddenly all to aware of herself and the three sets of eyes on her. She'd never been one for attention.