My first ever attempt at a fanfic. It began as a stand alone chapter, and turned into a four part. It gets better as it goes I think. Hope you enjoy it, reviews are awesome :)

Blanca sat in silence in the backseat of the long black Chevy Impala. They were stopped at a Gas n' Sip outside of some town she didn't know the name of. The two men who had rescued her were outside; the shorter one pumping gas and the tall handsome one with long hair was inside getting some food. Blanca sat watching him through the front windshield. Her head was throbbing from where the man had slammed her against the wall repeatedly and her entire body ached. She looked down and saw her wrists were raw and bloody from the ropes and she knew her neck was still bleeding: she could feel the warm redness drip slowly down her collarbone, soaking the neck and shoulders of her flowy orange dress.

The men reappeared and got back in the car, the rusty hinges of the doors squeaking as they opened. The tall one in the passenger seat turned to look at Blanca.

"Hey, you're awake." He said. "You should drink something." He handed her a large bottle of water, which she took cautiously.

"Who are you guys? Where are we going?" She asked, cracking the cap off the water and drinking it greedily.

"Oh, right, you were passed out. Sorry." He said smiling reassuringly at her. "My name's Sam, and this is my brother Dean." he gestured to the driver. "You're Blanca, right?"

"Yes. Blanca. Hi. What the hell is going on? Who are you guys? What the hell was that thing? " She asked, suddenly frightened again.

Dean put the car into gear and pulled away from the gas station. "You better give her the talk Sammy." He said glancing at Blanca in the mirror, seeing her begin to panic.

"Well…there's no easy way to tell you this, but um…those things were vampires. Vampires and monsters and demons and angels and God and the Devil, they're all real. We, my brother and I, we hunt monsters and kill them. And hopefully save some people along the way." Sam said calmly, choosing his words carefully so as not to increase Blanca's pending panic attack. She stared back at him blankly. The words were getting into her brain, but not really registering. All she could see was the amazing brown and green swirl of color in his eyes. After a moment Sam continued: "We've been hunting a nest of vamps for the last two weeks, these guys were really nasty, and we stumbled upon the house tonight and there you were. Thankfully we got to you in time." Sam went on, watching Blanca and slowly realizing she wasn't breathing. He waved a hand in front of her face. "Hey, Blanca? Hello?" She stared at him in utter shock.

Suddenly something snapped and Blanca began breathing again, but hard and fast. Her pupils dilated and her eyes glazed over. The memories of the past two days of captivity came flooding back to her, slamming into her, triggering a full on panic attack. She gasped for air and reached out, hands grabbing the back of Dean's seat and the door handle trying to open it.

"Whoa there!" Dean yelled upon feeling the hands on his seat.

"Dean, pull over." Sam said. "Pull over!"

Dean obeyed, pulling the Impala over to the side of the dark road. Blanca's fingers finally found the door handle and opened it. She leapt from the bench seat and ran straight across the highway into the darkness.

"Well, crap." Dean said. "You try to help people and they run away from you. Every time." He shook his head and watched her run.

Sam bolted from the car and followed her. A passing car blew it's horn as it narrowly missed him as he ran across the black road to Blanca. When he caught up to her, she was standing in the middle of an empty field. The grass was as tall as her waist, and she was doubled over with her hands on her thighs. She was breathing slowly and raggedly.

Sam put his hands out and approached her cautiously. His voice was full of concern and care when he spoke: "Hey, are you alright?"

Blanca stood up and blinked at the tall man in front of her. She threw her hands up in the air, "No I'm not alright! How the hell could I be alright? Are you kidding me? Some dude attacks me as I'm walking home from work and kidnaps me and ties me up for days and cuts me and beats me and then you show up and you're – what are you - hunters? Is that even a thing? And demons are real and vampires and how could I be ok? How can anyone be ok? What is happening to me?!" She stopped, gasping for air and her kneed buckled.

Quickly Sam jumped towards her, catching her before she fully fell. He cradled her in his arms, hugging her to him. She grabbed at his canvas coat and pushed her face into his strong chest. She sobbed loudly and Sam brushed her black hair down and out of her face whispering to her "Shhh… It's ok. Blanca, it's ok. You'll be ok. I've got you." Sam held on to her tightly, not letting her fall. He felt her relax and her breathing slowed. He looked down at her face and saw she had passed out again, her body and mind exhausted from the horrible ordeal. Sam hooked one arm under her legs, lifting her bridal style and walked back towards the car.

"She ok?" Dean asked as his brother laid Blanca down in the backseat, resting her head on his lap.

"No." He answered, staring down at her sleeping face. He then noticed the blood oozing from her neck and the large bruises swelling on her cheek and arms. "We need to get to a motel." He told his brother.

Dean smirked. "Really dude, she's out cold."

"No you ass, she's hurt. She needs to rest and I need to clean up this wound. Just drive." Sam said, sending a nasty glare to his older brother in the rearview mirror.

"Bitch." Dean said.

"Jerk." replied Sam.

Blanca opened her eyes a few hours later when she felt something burning her wrist. "Ouch!" She whimpered.

Sam was sitting next to her on the motel room bed, applying peroxide to her wrists with a cotton ball. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "It's gonna sting. Just hold still, I'm almost done."

Blanca watched Sam quietly, trying not to cry again as his long strong fingers cleaned her wounds, wrapping them in gauze. He was very pretty, she thought, and he smelled good, like Old Spice and musk and cheap soap. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, the smell of him making her dizzy. Or maybe it was the head trauma. Either way, she didn't mind. She was suddenly calm, Sam's nearness relaxing her, making her feel safe.

"There, all done." Sam said, smiling down at her. Blanca looked at her wrists and nodded in approval.

"Thanks" she said. "For rescuing me and everything too I guess." Blanca sat up slowly. As she did, her head began to spin again and she wobbled. Sam put his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"Blanca, you ok?" His brows were furrowed with worry and his hazel eyes looked deep into hers. Blanca blinked and without thinking fell forward and pressed her lips onto his. Sam stiffened, surprised at first, and then melted into the kiss, returning it with a sweet pressure that took Blanca's breath away. She reached up and ran her hands through his long hair, pulling him closer. Sam sighed into her and scooted closer on the bed till their hips were touching. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cradling the back of Blanca's head, and pulled her close until their bodies were flush against each other. They kissed hot and wet, Blanca's lips parted allowing Sam access and his tongue ran slowly over hers, causing her to shiver. She ran a hand down his chest and elicited a similar reaction from Sam.

The motel room door slammed open and Dean entered carrying two fast food bags and a tray with three soda cups on it.

Sam and Blanca separated immediately, and Blanca sat back on the bed embarrassed to be caught; her cheeks flushed and pink.

"Well," Dean said laughing, "I guess you're feeling better."