"You can help yourself to as many burgers as you'd like." Winda said, opening the cabinet to bring down some plates.
Setting down the plates she looked at Dean.
"You can help yourself, I'm just gonna help your brothers bandage up." said giving a forced smile.
He nods, and smirks at Sam. Sam rolls his eyes in response, and follows her to the bathroom.
"Take a seat." she says, pointing to the closed toilet lid.
He obliges, and takes a seat watching her as she shuffles things around to find bandages, and rubbing alcohol. Grabbing a wet cloth she walks to him, and gently wipes the blood from his nose, mouth, and cheeks. Swiftly she swabs his wounds with rubbing alcohol, and bandages him up. Standing up she nods at him, and looks at her hands as she wipes the blood from them.
"I'm sorry for almost breaking your nose." she mumbled as she puts everything back in it it's rightful place.
"No. It's fine. We're the one's to blame. This technically is your house. We were in the wrong. I probably deserved that." he chuckled.
She smiled, and walked back to the kitchen with Sam following behind her. Walking in she saw Dean digging right in, and let out a small laugh.
"You act like you haven't eaten in days. May that be the case or may it not, eat up as much as you's like." she said, handing Sam a plate.
He looked at his brother, and cringed.
"Hey, Sam?"
He looked up at the sound of his name, and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Did you want something else. I was gonna have a salad or something along those lines. All home grown." she says
"That'd be great." he says in relief.
Dean stopped eating, and looked at his brother, leaning in really close.
"Listen, Sammy. I've said it once, and I'll damn well say it again. You don't make friends with salad." he said.
"I wouldn't quite say that, Dean." Winda spoke up.
Turning around she handed, Sam a bowl full of clean, raw vegetables'.
"Thank you." he smiled.
Nodding she sat on the counter, and ate her salad in silence.
"So...what kind of name is 'Winda' anyways?" Dean asks as he wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
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To Hunt or Be Hunted
Fanfiction"You know, Sammy, you really need to get laid soon because I can't handle anymore of this...whatever this is." Dean says as he searches the house, tossing papers around aimlessly. "Dude, why are you always pestering me about it. All a girl has to do...
