𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

075

When I see Sam again, my whole body slumps in the chair in a wave of relief. He easily drags the young girl that's been threatening us with a knife and locks her in a closet. As he helps me out of my restraints first, I give him a quick inspection.

Not a single gash or bullet wound was visible on him, maybe a growing bruise here and there, but from the way they were already turning a light shade of purple, they weren't fresh from his escape. As soon as the ties are off, I'm crushing him into a hug.

"Thank you, lord." I say, letting out a breathy laugh. Dean clears his throat from behind me and I immediately let go of Sam and jump up to help Dean out of his restraints. He's got a small cut on his forehead and a bloody nose but that's about it. Oh, and his shoulder.

"What happened to the loonies?" I ask Sam as I set one of Dean's hands free from the rope. He quickly goes to untie his other hand while I untie his ankles.

"Two of them are knocked out cold. The woman's got a gun on the dad. They're taken care of." Sam assures me. Dean pulls me in for a hug with his good arm as soon as he's set free. I smile and wrap my arms around him as well, careful of his shoulder. I pull away shortly after though, not wanting Sam to grow suspicious of our lingering touch.

Dean stands up and pulls his brother into a hug as well, squeezing him much tighter than I did. The moment is cut short when I hear a gunshot outside.

"Time to go, boys." The three of us trot outside and meet Kathleen halfway.

Now that I see her in better lighting she looks like she went through a hell of a struggle than from the last time I saw her. Her hair was down now, resting above her shoulders messily, no longer with her jacket and standard deputy belt, instead she was just in a white shirt that was stained with dried blood that seemed to have come from the gash on her right cheek.

I wondered if I looked any better. I felt the dried blood on the side of my own face but I didn't bother to find the source, not wanting to learn how bad it was.

"Where's the girl?" She asks first.

"Locked in the closet." Dean replies.

"And the dad?" I ask her.

"Shot, trying to escape." She says. I knew she was lying. We all did.

"Well, if anything, the bastard deserved it." I say with a firm nod. Looking up at Sam, I clap him on the back.

"Let's go get our things, yeah? I'm freezing." And I was. Without my jacket, all I had on was a thin black t-shirt. I don't let him say anything in response and move back for the house. We find our gear after a few minutes. The place wasn't big, but it had so. much. junk. It was unbelievable.

"Here you go, hun." I say as I enter the living room with Dean's jacket, holding it open to help him put it on. He turns around and I help him slide on the jacket carefully. He winces when he brings his arm forward again, cradling it. I step around him.

"My poor baby. When we get home, I'll make sure to patch you up, okay?" I smile up at him, then reach up and peck his lips. He smiles and leans down to kiss me again.

"My very own hot little nurse. I like it." He says against my lips before pulling away. I chuckle, walking with him out the door, my arm looped through his. We meet up with Sam and Kathleen and start away from the horror house.

"I think the car's at the police station."

"Mmm. Assuming they left it there." I hum, sliding my hand into Dean's. It doesn't even last five seconds until we're turning around to face Kathleen as she speaks up.