Okay, so this is my first fic. The woman is my own character totally made up in my head.
Chapter 1
Dean was kneeling in the hospital's chapel as he finished his prayer. He had prayed to Cas, but the angel didn't answer him. He knew it was a risky move praying to all the angels, but he had to save Sam. This whole mess was his fault. If only he had killed that Hell Hound when he had the chance, Sam never would have had to go through the trials. Dean took one last look around the chapel before slowly making his way to Sammy's hospital room. The doctors said that there was nothing they could do, that it was in God's hands. Dean was so furious they had said that he almost hit the doctor. If God cared about anything on this planet, He wouldn't have let this happen; any of it.
When the hunter opened the door to his brother's room, he was shocked to see a woman standing over Sam with a hand on his forehead. Dean had his gun pointed at her in an instant. The stranger raised her other hand and he was forcefully sat in a chair, his gun knocked away, and the door shut and locked. He tried to get up and found he was stuck, and when he tried to speak, nothing came out. Dean could only watch in frustration as the woman stood over his little brother. He hoped that this was one of the good angels who had come to answer his prayer.
After about ten minutes the woman stepped away from the bed and Dean was released from the chair. "What did you do?" he demanded, once again pointing his gun at her. Much to his surprise, Sam opened his eyes and slowly sat up. "Sammy?" Dean's voice was filled with relief and awe.
"Dean?" Sam looked around the room confused. He flinched when he saw the stranger. "Who are you?"
"There isn't much time before angels start showing up," the woman said. She tossed Sam a bundle of clothes. "Get dressed quickly."
Sam nodded and got out of the bed after disconnecting himself from all the machines and IV. While he was getting dressed, Dean looked at the strange woman. Her hair was an odd mix of brows, white, and grey that resembled animal fur, her deeply tanned skin that wasn't covered by her t-shirt was covered in strange tattoos. The older hunter was glad she had helped Sam, but he still didn't know if she was one of the good guys. He raised his gun once more at the woman. "Are you going to tell us who you are, or-"
"Shut up," she snarled. Her eyes were bright amber and her teeth were bared to reveal very sharp, elongated canines and incisors. "If you want to get out of this hospital alive, then listen to me; unless, of course, you want to fight off about thirty angels."
Dean lowered his gun and looked to his brother, who was giving him a bitch face. The woman got the boys to the parking garage faster than Dean thought was possible. She didn't fly them out, it was more like she opened a random door and they were there. Even more surprising was that the Impala was only a few yards away. Dean was reaching for the handle of his baby when he was yanked back and thrown into another car. The wind was knocked out of him, he had managed to twist his knee in his ungraceful fall, and he was pretty sure his shoulder was dislocated. The man who had thrown him was walking his way with his angel blade drawn. Icy panic flooded the hunter's veins as the man moved closer; raising his blade higher with every step. Dean tried to move, but his body wouldn't cooperate. Sam was shouting at him, but he couldn't make out the word over his pounding heart. All he could think was that he was going to be killed only minutes after getting his brother back.
Suddenly a huge dog knocked the angel over. Dean watched as it closed its massive jaws around the man's throat. The familiar flash of blue light illuminated the garage as the angel died. Sam helped his shocked brother into the car in time to see the wolf like dog brutally kill another angel. Whatever kind of monster this was, the boys were glad it was distracted as they sped out of the parking garage.
Sam glanced over at Dean from the driver's seat. He was holding his right shoulder and his face was a mask of pain. "What the hell was that, Dean?" He focused on the road again, weaving in and out of traffic.
"I don't know, Sammy, but if it wants kill angels instead of us, I say we get the hell out of there while we can." Dean grumbled through gritted teeth. "How are you man? You don't feel strange or anything after that lady's mojo? Where the hell did she go anyway?"
The younger Winchester smirked at his brother's concern for him over his own ailments. "I don't know, but I feel fine. Whatever that woman did, she did a good job. I'll pull over at the next stop and fix your shoulder. Then we should head to the bunker."
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