Beauty And The Hunter (D.W)

Chapter 1

Season 9: Not an Episode.

(3rd POV)

Dean and Sam Winchester were winding down after a grueling day, Dean's hands gripping the steering wheel of the Impala while he tapped out a steady rhythm. Sam, recovering from a recent hospital visit, stared out the window, lost in thought.

Suddenly, Dean's eyes widened in alarm. "Holy shit!" he shouted, swerving sharply to avoid hitting something on the road.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, his voice laced with concern.

Dean slammed on the brakes and threw the car into park. "What the hell was that?" He unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car, prompting Sam to do the same. The two brothers approached cautiously and saw a woman lying on the road, her back turned to them.

Dean held his hand up, signaling Sam to stay back as he approached the woman. She was struggling weakly, trying to sit up with one hand planted on the road. Her arms were bruised and her clothes torn, her knee bleeding. Dean watched intently, wary that she might be a threat.

The woman's hair fell in disheveled strands across her face, partially concealing her features. When she finally managed to look up, Dean was struck by her striking light brown eyes and the bloodied, pained expression on her face.

She gasped and tried to retreat, her fear palpable. "W-where am I?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Sam stepped forward, but Dean grabbed his arm. "Sam, hold on. She could be dangerous."

"I don't think she is," Sam said, gently shaking off Dean's grip. He moved closer to the woman, crouching down in front of her. "Hey, we're not going to hurt you. We're the good guys."

The woman's eyes flickered with uncertainty as she looked up at Sam. "I don't remember anything," she whispered. "My name is Harper. Harper Armstrong."

Sam offered a reassuring smile. "Harper. I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean." Dean, still cautious, kept a critical eye on Harper, his gaze shifting between her and Sam.

Dean, unable to hide his skepticism, asked, "How did you end up here?"

Harper's eyes filled with tears as she shook her head. "I don't know. I don't even know who I am."

Dean raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Sam. "You don't know how you ended up here? How is that possible?"

"I swear, I don't remember anything," Harper pleaded.

Sam stood up and turned to Dean. "We should take her back to the motel. She's in no shape to be out here."

Dean's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? We have no idea who she is or if she's a threat!"

"It doesn't look like she's a threat," Sam argued, pointing at Harper, who was swaying as if about to collapse. Dean caught her just in time, preventing her from hitting the pavement. "She's harmless, Dean."

Dean sighed, his frustration clear. "Fine. Get in the car." He carefully lifted Harper into his arms and carried her back to the Impala.

Sam, looking relieved, opened the backseat door for Dean and helped him settle Harper inside. Once the door was shut, Dean turned to Sam with a stern look. "If you say one word about this, I'll—"