Alive

Chapter 2: The Winchesters

"What room number are you?"  Sam asks me.  I look up at him, grunting in pain as I talk.  "What?  What do you...mean?"  I ask.  I feel myself going in and out of consciousness.  I definitely hit my head really hard.  I feel confused as if I'm half way in a dream and half way in reality.  I'm dizzy, I can't focus.

"Your motel room, what's your motel room number?"  He asks again after explaining further.  I look up at him, my eyes meeting his as they flutter softly. I open my mouth to answer his question but instead I start to doze off, losing the battle over and over again with my consciousness.  His eyes widen slightly as he becomes alarmed with my reaction, realizing I may have been more hurt than he thought.

"Come on stay with me, what's your name?"  He asks as he begins to walk back toward the motel.  Dean follows behind us, watching me while putting his weapon away. 

"M-My name is Elena...my head.  I hit my head."  I try to explain.  He nods, continuing to carry me.  "I know, it's bleeding.  We'll get it fixed up for you.  Don't worry, everything's going to be fine..."  His voice gets quieter and quieter until it completely trails off.  Everything goes black as I completely lose consciousness.

[[one hour later/song: "Fangs" by Little Red Lung]]

I begin to wake up, slowly opening my weak eye lids.  It feels as if I just woke up from a hard night of partying. I feel slight nausea while also feeling hungry, along with the throbbing of my forehead.

I forget for a moment where I am and why I'm here. The first thing I see is Sam sitting at a table in my motel room looking through an old, thick book and typing quickly on a laptop.  It all starts coming back to me, my mind playing it back for me in the form of flashbacks. 

I see the terrifying face, I feel the feeling of getting thrown up against the tree and being choked.  I remember the gun shots, hearing the bangs in my ears.  And I remember the fire, the heat of it against my skin.

Dean is sitting at the edge of my bed squeezing some water out of a wet wash cloth into a small bucket. He looks over at me and notices that I'm starting to come to.

"Hey there sweetheart, how are you feeling?  You took a damn beating."  He says. 

I take a deep breath and wince in pain as I raise my hand to my head.  "Ow...that hurts..."  I groan in pain. Dean gives me a worried look and moves over beside me, scooting closer.  He begins to cautiously dab the wet washcloth onto my forehead where the small gash is.

I look up at him, looking into his green eyes as I study him.  Why are these guys helping me?  Who are they?  Sam clears his throat while keeping his attention toward his typing, "How's your nose feeling?" He asks.  I look over at him, swallowing thickly as I answer in a quiet, scratchy voice.

"It feels fine. I think I just got a nose bleed. It's not in pain or anything.  It's mainly just my head."  I trace my fingers over it lightly to feel the bone for reassurance, and then I rest my palm on my head.  He stops typing for a minute and looks over at me.  "I don't think anything's broken.  I checked.  You'll probably have that gash on your head for a while though."  He frowns, sighing slightly.  Dean continues to wipe the blood from my head and nose. 

I go back and forth with myself for a moment until I finally get the guts to ask what exactly is going on.

"Okay, so...who are you guys?  Why'd you save me?"  I ask, wincing in pain a little as Dean presses the wash cloth a little too hard onto my head.  Once he sees my reaction he pulls away and pauses for a moment to talk. He swallows thickly, and I watch his adam's apple twitch.

"I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam.  We're hunters. We hunt things like what you saw back there. That stuff is all real, unfortunately." Dean says as he places the wash cloth back onto my head, continuing to tend to my wound.