A Hunters Heart

Don't Ask

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Chapter 2

"Thanks," he started, still catching his breath, "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," his extended hand met with hers and a smile formed on her face. Sam was smiling back when her hand went limp. Her smile faded as she fell to the ground, right next to the vampire that had just stabbed her.

Time fell into slow motion as the brothers watched her fall to the ground. Dean beheaded the fang that killer her, the one Sam had almost killed with a shot of dead-man's blood. It, apparently, had just enough energy in it's body to pull out a tucked away knife and stab the female hunter in the back, (literally).

Sam bursted into action by assisting his now unconscious savior. He found that the vampire responsible for the stabbing finished the job by taking out the blade, leaving her flesh open for the blood to flow out of. It left a hole, not only in the flesh, but in the fabric of her clothes as well, which resulted in an awkward job for Sam, but there was really no choice. With a bit of difficulty, he removed her black leather jacket and gray t-shirt. Luckily, she was wearing a tank-top underneath the rest of these layers, so it didn't become even more uncomfortable.

Dean had just finished the job, only to turn around in time to see Sam undressing the girl.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused at the sight before him.

Sam looked up, realizing what this must look like.

"Ew! No! Just, help me stop the bleeding," he began to get her on her left side and told Dean to hold her head level with her spine. As he used her gray shirt to put pressure on her wound, Sam could see the bright white glow of headlights temporarily light up the room they were in.

"They're back," Dean stated.

"So early?" Sam replied.

"Maybe they realized they left the door unlocked."

Sam scoffed, lifting the huntress. Dean shone a flashlight towards the stairwell they had climbed, leading the way with a machete at the ready. As they made their way to the ground floor, the door at the front of the house began to shutter. Dean could make out a conversation the fangs were having, something about lost keys.Your loss, our gain. he thought, as he scoured the first floor for a back door. Just as he was about to give up and start fighting, the flashlight lit up a rusty old back door. The brothers rushed it like it was life or death, because is was. They moved fluidly out the door, Sam still carrying their knocked-out helper. They took a large curve around the front of the warehouse and arrived at the Impala just as they could hear shouts coming from behind, the monsters had, no doubt, found the little mess that the brothers had left behind. Sam was in the back seat with the girl laying across his lap. Dean high-tailed it out of sight of the warehouse.

"How's she doing?" Dean asked from the speeding drivers seat.

"Not good. The bleeding has almost stopped, but she's not awake to tell me if any of her other injuries are affecting her."

"Nearest hospital. Got it."

"No!" Sam instinctively replied, not sure of the words coming out of his mouth.

"What?" Dean was shocked, "She obviously needs medical attention."

"What will we say when we drop her off? 'Hey, she just got stabbed by a stray vampire that I shot with dead mans blood instead of killing and now she probably needs surgery, do you take MasterCard?'"

"We do this all the time! We drop her off where she's going to be found. If it makes you feel better, we'll put her in a wheelchair and push it into the general direction of the ICU. It's better that way. No questions asked. Questions are a hunters worst enemy."

"Oh, really," Sam replied, an idea forming, "I thought questions were just our worst enemy."

"Nope, little brother. Every hunter hates questions."

"What about her?"

"What?"

"She's a hunter."

"So?"

"I thought hunters always helped each other."

"Well, yeah," Dean hesitated, looking for a loophole in this situation.

An awkward silence ended when overlapping conversation erupted. Both of the Winchesters tried to defend their case. Dean yelled about priorities and keeping her healthy. Sam shouted that his medical "training" has saved them more than once. Dean shrieked about a few infected stitches that Sam had implemented.

"Well, maybe we could just call Cas and see if he could heal her."

Silence

That was the first time in a long time that Dean had heard that name. A dangerous silence fell over the Impala. Dean starred his brother down through the rearview mirror.

"I'm sorry, man," Sam broke the silence, "but that was weeks ago, Dean, that was months. Just, do us both a favor and man up! Eventually-"

"Fine!" Dean rotated the steering wheel of his beloved Impala, "Next stop; Bunker"