Don't own them just playing with someone else's toys….

Just stick every warning possible on it…

She remembered falling, the incredible searing heat of it. She remembered screaming her voice magnified by the flames. She remembered wind tearing at her body and soul. She remembered the impact and bones snapping until her body was shattered and then she remembered nothing.

"It's just first aid" Sam frowned maneuvering the woman out of the Impala and into the seedy motel room looking for all the world that he was carrying a dead body and hoping that they could catch a break and no one was see.

"Sam I think this goes a little beyond first aid, I think this goes from first aide all the way to completely insane." Dean said hotly carrying the other end of their blanket wrapped bundle careful to avoid the sharp feathers rapidly slicing through his favorite jacket.

"We couldn't just leave it," Sam sighed kicking the door open after unlocking it.

They set the bundle on the bed none too gently. "There goes the security deposit" Dean grumbled pulling the blanket off of the woman. "Shit" he stared down at her. Her pale face was covered in black and blue. Sam nudged him as he stared. It took a few times before Dean realized what Sam was trying to hand him. "A first aid kit Sammy I think we might be a bit beyond first aid." Sam shrugged watching the blood soak the blanket beneath the girl.

"We've patched up worse."

Dean shook his head at his younger brother. "Ok where is the worst of the bleeding coming from."

"Umm" Sam sighed gesturing to the blood soaking the thin blanket and inevitably the bed beneath. Taking a deep breath he put a hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her onto her side. "Fuck me" Dean said turning slightly pale. He stared down at what would have been a perfect back if it had not been smashed and looked for all the world that it had been through a meat grinder.

"Dude, we know this, patch what we can set what we can and start with the worst." Sam sighed wondering vaguely if it was all impact with the ground that had caused the injuries. Sam cocked his head to the side looking at her once more before heading to the bathroom to go some wet towels to start cleaning the worst of the blood, dirt, and burned flesh off.

He closed the bathroom door behind him for a moment. "Just for a minute," he thought to himself before a wave of pain hit him. No vision, no revelation just pain. He laid his head on the cool porcelain trying to swallow back the inevitable nausea. "I shouldn't have been looking." He shook his head trying to clear it.

"Yo, Sammy towels, sooner rather than later," he heard Dean call from the other room. Sam dragged a few towels from the rack not wanting to glance in the mirror, knowing what he would find there.

Sam wet the towels and walked back into where his brother was still staring at the shattered creature. Handing the towels to Dean he reached over and skimmed a finger across the slivery feather-like blades hissing slightly as it cut easily into his fingertip. No more than a paper cut but still enough to realize how sharp each feather, if you could call it that, was.

"Can you move one of them?" Dean asked trying to get between them to wipe the blood from the girls back. Sam shrugged and gathered the blanket around the joint of the wing and pulling outward slightly. A soft sound issued from the girl. Both boys eyes snapped up watching the girl carefully.

"Hang on there," Sam whispered to her, "We're just trying to help." When the girl didn't make another sound Dean continued reaching as gently as he could and wiped down her back. A shudder escaped her and the wings tried to retract closer to her battered back.

"Hold her Sam I don't think this is going to be easy," Dean slowly swiped a wet cloth along her back clearing the blood from a large deep gash. Fresh blood glistened from the open wound. "You see that Sam?" Dean stared at the pooling crimson. Sam just stared. The blood glistened with a fiery light of its own. It seeped down from the wound shining. "Is that doing what I think it is?" Dean got no answer.

"Sam?" "Sam?" Dean turned toward his brother, "Sam!" he snapped just missing the open dilation of his eyes. Sam blinked his voice slow, "Yes, I see it."

"What the fuck dude?"