Supernatural

Chapter Five-A Nightmare Come True

I take a couple deep breaths while I watch them leave the bar. 'Well damn.' I think and get out of my crouching position. 'No way am I letting them out of my sight. Not when I know what's going to happen.' I quickly pay for my drink and sprint out of the bar.

As soon as I'm outside I frantically look left and right, looking for where they could've gone. Loud grunts and thumps make me turn right and start running toward the noise. As soon as I turn the corner into the alley a familiar scene is unfolding before me.

I am standing beside the same green dumpster I saw in my dream. The two men are wrestling on the ground, Long Hair is slumped against the wall. For a moment I freeze. 'This isn't happening.' But it is. Now the other man is gaining the upper hand.

"You've got to save him."

A quiet yet firm voice says, just like in my dream. This time I don't crouch down or hesitate at all. I run forward, grab the long, silver knife, stomp forward, and thrust it into the guy's chest that was about to slit Green Eye's throat. A strange orange light seems to shine out from his body and then he slumps over to the side. A single tear runs down my face and drips off my chin; he's dead.

I shove my emotions aside and go to tend to the two men. I crouch beside Green Eyes and check him all over. Aside from some majorly raw knuckles, cuts, and severe bruising, he's fine.

"What in the hell do ya think you're-" I cut him off without a thought,

"First, I just saved your ass. So a little nicer attitude could be taken towards me. Second, I'm making sure the both of you are okay." I stand up and hop over Green Eyes to get to Long Hair. I check him up and down too. Besides the unconscious bit, he's almost okay. He does have a nasty gash on his right shoulder, but I can fix that easy. 

As I'm examining him I hear Green Eyes stand up behind me. I quickly turn around and stand too, to steady him. I lay both my hands on his (very fit) waist and try to look into his eyes. "Hey. Are you alright? Look into my eyes." His face is bewildered but he does as I say. He looks straight into my eyes. His eyes are steady so I let him go and he wobbles but stands firm. I nod. "Good, don't have to worry about you." I turn away from him and crouch back beside Long Hair.

"Hold on. Who the hell are you?" His deep voice booms behind me but I pay him no heed. I continue to look at the gash on Long Hair's arm. At least until I'm grabbed and pulled up roughly by Green Eyes. He pulls me up then spins me around so I'm facing him.

"What the-?"

"Look. The only reason you don't have a gun to your head or a knife to your throat right now is because you just saved my life, so I'm hoping you're one of the good guys. But if you don't start giving me some answers, that will quickly change. So again, Who. The Hell. Are You?"

I stop my squirming and look him straight in the eye with the most outraged and frustrated look I can muster up. To his credit, he looks slightly surprised but his grip doesn't loosen. This guy must have been betrayed by a lot of people. I take two deep breaths then answer him as calmly as possible.

"My name is Angela Wesson. I'm a local doctor. I heard the commotion and came to help. Now, let me go, so I can help him." He nods at everything but doesn't let me go.

"And inside the bar, why were you staring at me?" I look down and bite my lip. Not quite sure how Green Eyes will take the whole 'I've been dreaming about you' thing. But a small shake from him gives me little choice.

"I've been dreaming about you, okay? Now may I please tend to him?" He lets go of me, slightly stunned, and I turn to go back to work. I need something that makes sense to me right now. But before I crouch again Green Eyes grabs my wrist and pushes up my sleeve. "Look Green Eyes, we don't really have time fo- ow!" Before I finish my sentence he's cut me with a knife. I whirl around to face him again and end up with a face full of water. "What. The. Hell. was that for?" He shrugs as if this is a daily occurrence.

"Had to make sure you weren't a monster or a demon." My mouth falls open slightly and he takes the chance to tie a bandana around the cut he made. I don't even want to know where that thing has been. But I'm not so out of it to miss how gingerly he ties the knots in it and how his fingers tenderly brush my arm as he does so. I must have been deemed trustworthy...for now at least.

As I stand there with my mouth agape he steps around me and bends down beside Long Hair. I hear soft pats as if he's gently hitting the other man's face and quiet whispers of, "Sammy? Hey, Little brother? Get up." I hear a slight groan and it finally wakes me out of my reverie. I spin back around and crouch beside them both. I set a light hand on his right shoulder, his injured one, as he wakes up.

"Sam? Is that his name?" I direct the second question at Green Eyes and he nods once with an irritated look on his face.

"Hey Sam, I'm Angela. You have a long and deep cut on your right shoulder so as you're waking up I want you to try and stay as still as you can. Okay Sam?"

"Dean?" He mumbles. Ah, so that's Green Eye's name. "Why do you sound like a girl?" I can't help, despite everything, but laugh at this. After I laugh his eyes open and meet mine first. He blinks a few times and then focuses on me. "You are not Dean." I laugh lightly again and point to who he's referencing.

"I'm guessing that hard head is Dean." He looks over and sees him and nods. Then looks back at me.

"Then who are you?"

"That's not really a priority right now." I look over at Dean and ask, "You guys got a place I can stitch him up at?" At that he stands and I stand with him.

"Look, I really appreciate all the help you've given us, but we can manage all right on our own. Been doing it for, well, our whole lives. So thanks but no thanks sweetheart." He says nonchalantly. I put my hands on my hips.

"If you think there is any chance I'm letting him out of my sight until he's well, you are dead wrong Green Eyes." At that Dean's smile disappears and he scratches the back of his neck. Meanwhile, Sam scrambles to stand and be part of the conversation.

"I could just leave you here."

"I'd follow you."

"I'm fast."

"So am I and I know this town like the back of my hand. So. Easy way or hard way?"

He gets ready to speak but then Sam finally gets to his feet and says eloquently,

"I think..." Then passes out on the spot. His body slumps into his former position against the brick wall. I cross my arms and smile. Dean rubs the bridge of his nose then almost shouts,

"Fine! But you're helping me get his overgrown ass in the car." I nod and step towards Sam, putting his arm over my shoulder. Dean does the same. All three of us walk out of the alley together. Little did I know what being with them would do to me, and my life.