"Son of a bitch!" dean yelled as he hit his head underneath the Impala.
"You still out here?" Sam frowned, handing one of the two beers he held, over to Dean who had AC/DC's Hell's Bells playing on a radio as loud as it could be.
"I'm not doing anything 'till Baby's better," Dean said as he popped off the cap of his bottle, taking a swig. Then under his breath he muttered, "Damn demons."
"Well, you need any help?" Sam asked, shutting the cooler and taking a seat on it.
"From you? I'll pass." Dean finished off his bottle as he laid back down underneath the Impala.
Sam blew a breath out as Dean started up again clinking metal until one final loud click, "Yeah!" Dean laughed as he scooted out from under the Impala and into the driver's seat, "That's my baby!" Dean smiled as she roared to life.
Still smiling, Dean took the key out as he looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a woman behind Sam, "Sam! Behind you!" Dean grabbed his gun and pointed it at the woman.
Sam spun around behind her, grabbing the demon knife and holding it up to her neck. Dean slowly walked up to her aiming the gun at her skull.
Then Dean got a good look at her. She had long, tangled blonde hair and electric blue eyes. She would be beautiful, Dean thought, if only it wasn't for the state she was in, "Sam, let her go!" Dean ordered lowering his gun. The girl was bruised, bloody, and looked like she hadn't slept in days.
Sam let her go just long enough for her to pass out and almost fall to the ground before he caught her again.
As Dean wiped holy water over her hand, Sam took a silver knife and placed a small cut on the top of the other.
"Did you try Borax yet?" Bobby came in with a container of rock salt.
"Yeah, iron and everything else. She's human, Bobby," Dean grabbed the salt from Bobby and started to lay a ring around the bed.
Sam looked at the woman's bruised and cut up body , "Well, what ever attacked her wasn't."
"We need to wake her up and figure out what it was that attacked her," Dean suggested, getting impatient.
"I think we should wait until she wakes up to full out interrogate her!" Bobby seemed sympathetic towards the woman.
Sam nodded his head in agreement, "Sure Bobby."
There was a creak of an old metal bed, and the three turned towards the noise. The woman had shifted and looked to be waking up, "I'll talk to her. You and Bobby go in the other room so we don't overwhelm her."
"No way!" Dean protested. "I'm not leaving you alone with some could-be psychopath."
"Look you can wait in the room upstairs just in case. Besides, she's tied to a bed. What's the worst she can do?" Sam somehow knew that the woman wouldn't hurt him.
"Alright! One wrong move and I gank her myself. Got it?" Dean hated the idea of letting Sam question a could-be killer alone.
"Yeah it'll be fine Dean. I think I can handle a chained-up woman. I'm not that weak."
"Are you sure? Because in my experience the ones in chains are always have some kind of trick up their sleeves." Dean smiled at his own inappropriate joke.
"Alright, I'll try to keep that in mind. Thanks for the advice," Sam said sarcastically. Then he walked into the room where the woman who had been asleep started to stir awake, while Dean watched protectively over his little brother.