Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 4

~Sam's POV~
"Dean. There she is." I said, pointing at Miranda tied up in the corner of the room. Whoever had her appeared to be gone. I ran over to Miranda.

"Hey. Hey. Wake up." She wasn't answering me. She was covered in cuts and bruises. She wasn't looking too good. I kept shaking her, and nothing worked. All of a sudden, I heard a body slam against the wall. "Dean!" I shouted as I saw him slide down the wall. I ran and attacked the man. I was punching and kicking him and attempting to cut him with my knife, but he was strong. He bent my arm behind my back, severely spraining it in the process. I let out a wail and groan of pain. I still had my knife in my hand. I fell to the ground. He was about to stab me when I had my chance. I shoved my blade up into his stomach. He flickered and died.

I ran over to Dean who seemed to be alive for sure and could help me with Miranda. I managed to wake Dean up and we went over to her. "Miranda! Miranda!" I called out to her. She woke up slightly.

"S-Sam?" She choked out.

"Yeah. It's me. I'm here. We're getting you out of here and we're gonna stitch you up. You're gonna be ok." She nodded as best as she could. Dean helped me carry her to the impala and we took her back to our hotel.

~Miranda's POV~

I was falling in and out of consciousness in the backseat of their car. In the few moments that I was awake, I saw Sam looking back at me from the front seat, fear present in his eyes. Why did he look so concerned? He didn't like me. He said he didn't want to date me, so why did he care? I asked myself. We were speeding down the road. We eventually pulled up to a hotel. I hadn't lost consciousness for a little while, so that was a good sign. Dean came around and helped me out of the car.

I limped my way into their hotel room and laid down in pain on one of the beds. Even the slightest movement made me let out a groan in pain.

"So, Miranda, we need to get you stitched up."

"Why didn't you take me to the hospital then?"

"We don't exactly have insurance and we always stitch ourselves up. Saves us a fortune." Dean stated.

"I don't have insurance either so I guess we are stuck in the same boat."

"Is it ok if we stitch you up? I promise we know what we are doing." Dean said gently. I could see the slight compassion in his eyes telling me to trust him. I nodded. Dean grabbed the mini first aid kit he had and got to work. It hurt like hell, but it was far less painful than the torture I endured the past two days. When he was finally done, I spoke up.

"Is it ok if I ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you guys kill people for a living?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"The guy who was torturing me said that you guys were hunters and were after him. Last time I checked, the FBI don't go around crime scenes, find the bad guy, then kill them." I said with a hint of fear in my voice.

"We are hunters, but not in the way he implied. We hunt supernatural beings. Everything you read about in stories- demons, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, you name it; it's all real. We hunt it. That guy was not human. He was a demon. We aren't FBI. It's what we have to say because no one ever believes us." Sam chimed in.

"Oh. Wait, how come I've never seen any of these creatures?"

"There's enough hunters out there that help cut down the amount that is seen. Plus, you probably have seen them but just didn't know it."

"I guess that makes sense. I believe you guys."

"You do?" Dean asked, surprised

"Yeah. You wouldn't save my life if it weren't for a good reason and you would have no reason to lie to my face right now."

"Wow. First person to ever believe us on the first explanation." Sam stated with a chuckle.

"So, my question now is, what now?"

"What do you mean what now?" Sam asked "we are taking you back home."

"I can't even walk on my own, Sam. How am I gonna get up and down the stairs at my apartment complex. It's only a 2 story complex so they aren't required to have elevators. Plus, I work not too far from the bar, and that whole side of town isn't the best neighborhood. I'd have an equally high chance of dying in this condition as being tortured by that guy." Sam let out a sigh, then stepped outside with Dean.

~Dean's POV~

"Sam, come on. I know she makes things tough for you but you know just as well as I do that we can't just take her back home like this."

"I know. It just doesn't seem right having her stay with us."

"Sam, she's not evil. She can't hurt us. She just needs to stay until she can walk on her own, and then we can take her home. Ok?"

"Fine."