The boys just got back from a hunting trip, unsuccessfully, a pack of werewolves. They had found a girl tied to a chair in the emoty den. A hunter no doubt, one who was badly beaten. Bloody nose, black eye and covered in claw marks. They took her back to their motel room and Dean set her down on the bed, her long blonde hair covering the pillow. She was unconsious, but that would make stitching up her wounds easier. Just as that thought came, her eyes fluttered open to reveal two startled blue eyes.
"Who are you?" She asks.
"Call me your hero" I responded sarcasticlly. She looked unimpressed. "Dean, my name is Dean"
I slowly got up and grabbed some rubbing alcohol for her wounds. I grabbed a cloth and poured some on.
"What happened?" I asked walking up to her.
"Well," she said impaitently "What happened, and where am I?" she said in a strong, yet breaking voice.
She went to reach for her back pocket where she always kept her kinfe, only to find it wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" I asked dryly.
"Give that back right now!" she spat.
"Precautions honey" I smiled.
I walked up to her and took the cloth and dabbed it on her open cut. She winced.
"This ones pretty deep, gunna have to patch it up" I implied.
"Who the hell is Sammy?" she questioned "And how did you find me?" she asked trying desperatly to steal the knife back from my hand.
"Sammy is my brother sweetheart, and if you want your knife back you're going to have to do better than that" I joked "I found you in a werewolf den, beaten, alone and scared. Trust me I'm trying to help you" I took the knife ans put it in the safe in the closet. I walked back up to her.
"Can I get you anything? A beer? A water?" I asked.
She sighed and sat up on the bed side, clutching her open cut.
"Well seeing as I probably don't have a choice, I'll take a beer" she pushed a long bloodied strand of blonde hair behind her ear "And how exactly do you know about werewolves?" she looked up into his eyes "And why are you helping me?"
"Oh honey I know about everything witches, vampires, hell I've even ran into a couple zombies here and there, but the ones I hate the most are the demons those evil som's bitches killed my folks" i said walking towards the fridge. "Sammy's all I got left to tell you the truth and I'm helping you well... because I can"
I gave her the beer.
"Sorry about your parents," she said softly "It looks we may have more in common then I thought."
She looked at the beer in her hands and smiled sadly.
"My parents died in a fire when I was really young. Ever since then it's been me and my brother, Ryan," she looked back up at him and weakly smiled "My grandmther was the one who introduced us to hunting. We had to stay with her after the fire. I was to young to take care of Ryan alone, sad son of a bitch couldn't even talk at the time"
I smiled sypathetically.
"How's the cut?" I asked gestering to her side.
"Been better, not the worst I've been through to be honest," she explained.
"Well Sam should be here soon, just don't bleed out" I said sarcasticlly.
"Not planning to" she smiled weakly back.
