Not All Who Bite Are Bad

Chapter Four

**I Promise I Would Never Eat You, and You Smell Bad Anyways**

I decided that distance from the city would be the best thing to get after a moment of thought. Our group drove for roughly three hours. We reached almost an obnoxious distance, given that we were driving at no less than 90 miles an hour. It greatly surprised me that the Winchesters would attempt to keep pace with me. They were capable of dying in a car accident, where I was not.

I pulled off to a small motel rather quickly, and the boys fishtailed whilst trying to get into the parking lot in the same manner as I had. A trail of gravel flew behind them. Once parked, the eldest Winchester almost jumped from his car in anger. He stormed over to me and a harsh grimace graced his face. I stepped out and held my hands up, as if I was being arrested.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing, pulling into a place at that speed and with no warnings?? I could've crashed into you! I could've flipped Baby!" I laughed internally at the name he had given his car.

I spared a look over to the car, curious as to why Samuel was not yelling at me as well. He was still in the car, and he appeared to be sick. I spared a glance at Dean, who was fuming, and walked over to the Impala. The younger of the two boys had his window lowered, and had his head leaning against the frame of the door. "My apologies, Samuel. It was not my intention to send you into a state of shock. We simply needed to get off the road before sundown. The unfriendly hunters will be out looking soon, and I would rather be in a place with a lot of ordinary people."

He nodded slightly, still breathless and looking motion sick. "Y'know, in all the years I've been driving, he's never done that  before." Dean mentioned behind me, still bitter, but amused by his brother's pain.

"Dean, would you please grab the black suitcase from my trunk? I will take Samuel inside and take care of the room. It's my clothes and medicine in that bag."

"Guys, 'mfine. I don't need meds."

"I can almost guarantee if you try to stand on your own you'll feel feint and fall over. Just let me help."

"What do you even know about meds? Don't you hate people?" Dean sneered at me. He was extremely unhappy about his vehicle situation. Even though his vehicle was unharmed. It took me a moment to remind myself that he was still essentially a child.

"I actually quite like the majority of the human population. I know infinitely more things about medicine than you do. I have been trained as a nurse many, many times. I have served in every war as a nurse since Clara Barton came along. Although recently, I have had to reduce my involvement, for the recognition techniques are much more advanced now." I opened the car door, to which the younger of the two groaned and began to fall. I set a hand on his shoulder and righted him. Dean looked at me warily, but made no move to intervene.

I set a hand around his arm and slowly pulled him out of the car. He swayed, as if he were going to topple over, and I set my arm around his waist. He dwarfed my frame of only 5'2". The elder Winchester eyed me once more before leaving for my car. Samuel set his arm over my shoulder, and together we walked inside.

I helped the youngest of the group to a chair in the corner. He set his head in the palm of his hand, and his elbow on the arm of the chair. I walked to the front desk. The worker there could not have been older than Samuel.

"Hello ma'am, what can I do for you?" The young man behind the desk was extremely polite to me, something that failed to happen often, but pleasantly surprised me when it did.

"Hello! I require a room for my two brothers and myself."

"We have a room with two twins and a couch, if that would work for you?"