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BREAKING THE SHELL

The demon had foolishly gotten caught in the devil's trap that the boys had made. They had been chasing her for a week now and finally had cornered her. She had been on some sort of violent rampage and the Winchesters were about to put an end to it.

"Alright bitch," Dean spat at the demon, "it is about time that we stopped your punk ass." Dean had the demon blade in his hand ready plunge it into her chest, when Sam caught his arm. Dean hadn't noticed the change in the woman before him.

"Dean, I don't think this is just a meat suit. It's possessing someone who is still alive." The girl in front of them lifted her heavy head to look them in the eyes. She didn't seem all that scared, but more like she was in pain. It was becoming very clear to the boys that the demon was allowing her to control her own body briefly to show them they if they kill it, they kill her as well.

"Damn it!" Dean squatted down in front of the girl, pulling her face to look at him. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" She didn't answer though. She just looked dazed and beyond comprehension at that moment. Dean could see that this demon had taken its toll on her. But he would be damned, again, if he let this girl die because of this demon. Straightening up Dean turned to Sam who watched the girl with concern.

"Send this demon back to hell Sam." Dean placed the demon blade back in his belt. Sam nodded. He knew the weight of this girl's life on Dean. After hell, Dean had made it his mission not to kill anyone he didn't have to, and although he knows it burns Dean up not to just end this demon here and now, it would be worse on him to kill this innocent girl. So Sam began to chant the exorcism quickly and watched as black smoke pour from the girl's mouth. Soon the demon was gone and all that was left was a shaken girl. Dean quickly stepped forward to untie her and check her for injuries. Once he was satisfied that she wasn't in immediate danger he helped her from the chair she had been sitting in and led her out of the abandoned warehouse.

"Sammy, why don't you help her and I'll go get the car." Sam nodded, stepping forward to place and arm under hers to support her. She stumbled slightly, but Sam kept her steady. She hadn't said two words to either Sam or Dean, and Sam was concerned about her mental state. He knew what it was like to be possessed and the toll it could take on her. He just hoped that she would be okay, because she didn't deserve anything that had happened to her.

Once Sam and Dean had gotten the woman back to the motel they were staying at, they checked her once more for injuries. She seemed to be slowly coming to herself. She had managed to nod or shake her head in answer to their questions, but hadn't seemed to have found her voice yet. But neither Sam nor Dean were going to push her to talk. She had been through a lot and would in her own time. After checking her over, Sam suggested that she go take a hot shower. She nodded in agreement, but before she could reach the bathroom door, she turned back to face the boys with a worried look on her face.

Dean saw he worry and spoke up. "What is it?" he said in a surprisingly gentle voice. The girl looked down at her clothes. It suddenly became very apparent what had concerned her. Her clothes had been ripped and torn and she had nothing else with her. Dean turned to his duffle bag, pulling out a pair of large sweat pants and a t-shirt. He didn't really have anything else, so it would have to do for now. The girl accepted the clothes with a small smile and a nod before turning quickly and entering the bathroom.

Once the door was closed and the shower was running, Dean and Sam began to discuss what to do next. At the moment they didn't know who this girl was. She hadn't said a word to them. They didn't know her name, if she had anywhere to go or what sort of mental shape she was in.

"Well Dean, for right now I think we need to stick with her. She has obviously been through a lot and I don't think just dropping her off somewhere and wishing her luck is the best idea."

"I didn't want to do that Sam." Dean was annoyed at how Sam seemed to think he had no clue of what was appropriate in this situation. "I simply just don't know what to do beyond helping getting her cleaned up right now."

"I don't know either man." Sam sighed and turned to face the window. It was about 6 o'clock in the evening and the sun was just setting. They were exhausted and needed rest. They had been going on barely any sleep for over a week trying to chase that demon down and now that it was over, they could use a good night's sleep.

Sam heard rustling behind him and turned to find Dean pulling his jacket on.

"Where you going?"

"To get us some food. It has been a long day for all of us and I think some food and sleep is best right now." With that, Dean walked out the door to get them food.

Sam sat down at the small table and opened his laptop. He began to browse through emails, getting lost in conversations with other people he kept in contact with. He didn't look up until he heard the bathroom door open. The girl emerged with her old clothes wadded up in her arms. For a minute she stared at him before going to the furthest bed away from him and sitting.

She pushed herself up against the headboard and leaned her head back. Sam noticed the bruises on her throat that had been previously been hidden by her old clothes. He knew that they hadn't done that to her, which brought into question when and where she got those. But before he could question her about the bruises, Dean walked back in the door, food in hand.

"Got some food!" Dean quickly set down the take out boxes on the table and started handing Sam his food. Sam noticed that there was about 3 times as much food as it should take to feed them and gave Dean a curious look. He was about to open one of the extra boxes when Dean smacked his hand away. Sam was startled, but didn't make another move for the food.

Dean saw the girl sitting on the bed, knees bent up to her chest arms wrapped around herself. He picked up the extra food boxes and slowly walked over to where she sat. He placed himself at the foot of the bed with the food in between him and her. He was being careful not to startle her or freak her out.

"I didn't know if you would be hungry but I got you some food. I didn't know what you liked but there are plenty of choices here. Um," he paused not really knowing what else to say. "Just eat whatever you feel like, or not at all. It is up to you." He then stood and walked back over to the table where his food sat.

As Sam and Dean ate they watched as the girl opened the boxes to look at the food. She finally picked up the box with fries in it and began to munch. She didn't eat much, but it was comforting to both of the boys to see her eat something. After about half an hour they all finished eating and the leftovers were stored in the fridge.

The weight of the past week began to weigh on the boys and they grew tired. Sam grabbed a pair of sweatpants and an extra t-shirt he had and headed to the bathroom to change. While Sam was changing, Dean went and sat at the end of the bed where the girl was again. He made sure to keep his distance when talking to her, so not to freak her out.

"I think it is time we all got some sleep. You can sleep here on this bed, Sam will take that one and I'll take the sofa." The girl nodded to indicate that she understood. Dean was glad to see she was able to at least acknowledge him and Sam. He figured she just needed time before she would talk to them.

As Sam exited the bathroom, Dean grabbed his own clothes and went to change. Dean stopped Sam and told him to take the bed and he would take the sofa. Sam nodded and went to crawl in bed. A few minutes later Dean exited the bathroom to find Sam asleep and the girl, who appeared to be asleep as well, curled up on her side facing him. He looked her over for a minute, taking in her appearance. Her light brown hair was lying across the pillow. Her skin, now clear of dirt, showed every bruise and scrape from her ordeal. He spotted the bruises on her neck that Sam had earlier and his heart broke. He could tell she had been through a lot, even if he didn't know exactly what that might entail. He just hoped that he could somehow help her and not see fear and pain in her light purple eyes.

Initially he had been slightly freaked out by their color, but Sam had researched it and found that it was simply a genetic mutation called Alexandria's genesis. He thought it was weird, but when are thing snot weird in his world? But the color became her. He couldn't help but be fascinated by them and her. He didn't know what it was about her, but he felt as if she was somehow extremely important and special.

Sighing quietly, Dean turned out the light and laid down on the couch. As he drifted off to sleep, he hoped that some answers would come in the morning.

The next morning, the girl woke to find Dean and Sam awake with breakfast already waiting for her. She smiled at them kindly and moved to sit at the table with them. They were surprised by her action, but happy to see her allowing them closer to her.

After they ate, they packed up their things and took them out to the Impala. Once their gear was loaded and ready to go, Dean and Sam decided that it was time to sit and talk with the girl. Pulling up two chairs, they sat across from her on the bed.

"I know things have been difficult for you, but we need to know a few things about you before we can make any decisions or help you further." Sam did his best emphasize that they did want to help her, but she still looked unsure.

Dean reached out and gently took her right hand as it sat in her lap, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We only want to help you." The girl looked directly into his eyes and gave him a small smile.

"My name is Faye." Her voice was quiet, so much so that they almost didn't hear her. "My name is Faye Fraser." She repeated.