You Saved Me(A Supernatural Fan-Fic) Season 3

Chapter 2

~ Dean P.O.V~

Driving is god damn therapeutic! I was driving back from the diner I got dinner from for Sammy and I. We just finished a case with a fucking rabbits foot. A DAMN RABBITS FOOT. WHATS worse is that Bella birch stole my lottery tickets. Fuck it! Those fries are calling to me! A couple before I get back won't hurt.

"Damn these are good!" I say to myself as I turned up the radio. Oh yeah! Love this song! I Was Made For Loving You by Kiss played on the radio. I smiled to myself unable to hold it back.

I looked back to the road as I went over a hill and I was fucking freaked with what I saw. As I drove along I noticed a woman walking in the distance. She seemed to be walking like a snail. As my lights shun on her I noticed blood.

"What the fuck?!" I asked out loud as I slowed down Baby a little to see if she was okay.

I seen a woman covered in blood and she looked like she was in a lot of pain. She was literally saturated in her own blood

I stopped Baby on the side of the road and ran to help her. She was beautiful! Her long red hair flowed down her back and her eyes were an ocean blue.

"Hey! What happened to you?!" I ask her. She only smiled in response as I held her up by her elbows. Jesus Christ, did she win a fight with a wood chipper?

"Dean,I need your help" she pleaded. How did she know my name? Is that an Irish accent?

"How do you know my name?" I asked. Thats weird! Is she a demon? Apart of me wanted to get the Colt but, another part of me told me not to.

Before she could answer she collapsed onto my chest. I caught her before she fell to the ground and hurting herself more. She was badly beaten and she had stab wounds and deep cuts all over her body.

"What the hell happened to you?" I ask out loud before I picked her up and ran with her to Baby. She was so peaceful passed out in my arms. I lay her out in the back seat and she fit with room to spare.

This woman is tiny! I stepped on the gas and sped down the highway and into the motel Sam and I were staying. I needed to get her to Sam. I don't know why but, I need to get her to Sam!

I looked back to see blood all over the back seats. Son of a bitch! Baby needs a good cleaning now! Fuck! I left the food there and took the girl out of the back carefully.

She looked even paler than before. What happened to this chick?! I ran to my room and kicked the door harder than I realised I wanted to.  Sam opened it in a hurry. As soon as he seen me carry the woman and me covered in her blood he let me in.

"Dean, Lay her on the floor and I'll stitch her up" Sam ordered. I nodded and lay her out. I took her clothes off and revealed what happened. Sam didn't even hesitate. He just went into medic mode.

She had been stabbed a total of 20 times all over her body. I took towels off Sam and applied pressure to her wounds. She didn't even flinch.

"What the Hell Dean?!" Sam asks as he tried to stop a bad leg wound bleeding.

"She looks like she lost a fight with a surgical team! Where did you find her?" Sam asked in a state of concentrated panic, if there were such thing.

"The highway on the way back. She knew who I was" I said as I checked she was still alive. The sigh of relief when I felt a pulse was louder than I wanted it to be.

As I cleaned down her arm, I seen what looked like a tattoo. It looked like a symbol. I didn't know where to start to even think about what it meant. It looked kind of awesome though.

"Well erm...test her. If she's a demon or something, we need to know! That mark on her arm, doesn't look like anything I've ever seen" Sam says.

I nodded, his order bringing me back to reality a little more. I put salt on one of her wounds and she didn't even flinch. It killed me to do it but I cut her hand with a silver knife and there was no reaction.Not a demon or a monster. Seems she's just a woman who was attacked and got away.

I stitched her legs and abdomen while Sam stitched her arms and shoulders. She was in such bad shape that we didn't have enough bandages to cover her stitches. I put one of my shirts on her and put her in my bed.

"Holy shit, Look at the carpet Dean"

I looked and all I seen was blood all over it. When she wakes up she'll be in a whole lot of pain. Sam and I sat down and I just watched her sleep.

He looked at me in disbelief. How did she know my name? I swear I've never seen her before in my life. She sounded so cool with her Irish accent. I've only spoken to a few Irish hunters and she sounded exactly like one I met on the job in California. I remember dad trying to understand him but he couldn't. Think this guy was from Dublin. Had an accent like a Dublin guy. But what do I know?

"Dean. I recognize her. She was on the news. She's been missing for over a decade. She was spotted not far from here  a few weeks back" Sam says. What? A fuckin decade? What had this girl been through? How did she even get to America?

We heard movement and looked over to the bed seeing the woman was waking up. She looks around and screams seeing Sam and I. She backed up on the bed as if terrified. Oh shit! Sam! Calm her down! You're better at this than me!

"Hey! We're not going to hurt you!" Sam says his hands in their air showing he was unarmed and wasn't going to attack. She was breathing heavily as she looked at Sam.

"You're.. You're Sam. Sam Winchester" she uttered. I could see her visibly relax. She turned to me looking me up and down. Like what you see, sweetheart? Sam and I look to one another in confusion. How the fuck does she know who we are?

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Margaret McDonough " she said as she put her hand out. She winced and breathed heavily from the pain she was in. How does she know our names?

"How do you know our names?" Sam asks before I could, sitting down on the bed beside hers. She looks away not able to make eye contact with Sam.

"I had a dream of you two. You were killing Azazel at the Devil's gate" she explains. Sam and I were in disbelief. How can someone dream of us? I'm keeping this girl with me. She can't go out there on her own. Not in this condition!

"I'm guessing from your accent that you're Irish" I ask. She nodded and bit her lip to conceal her pain. I can't imagine how much pain she's in.

"I can't move my left hand" she complained. I asked her if I could take a looked at it. She nodded and I seen her wrist was purple and swollen. It's broken for sure. Badly too.

"We need to get her to Bobby's. He'll know how to deal with this and the whole missing persons thing" Sam said. I was about to reach for the phone when she stopped me.

"I can make us appear there" she tells us timidly. She can what? That doesn't make sense.

"How can you do that?" Sam asked in confusion.

She clicked her fingers and she was on the floor in Bobby's living room. We were there too and our stuff was on the coach and my car was outside.

What just happened?!