Chapter 2 – Scratches and Stiches

I woke up confused, dazed, in the back seat of a car I wasn't familiar with. I tried to get up but the murderous pain knocked me out. I couldn't move. I heard two voices. They were talking about me. I was so confused. But it all started to come back in bits and pieces, the two guys, Sam and Dean, What happened in my house last night? Sam and Dean didn't noticed I was awake so I stayed silent.

They were still talking about me:

"We have to take her to the hospital, if we don't do something about it she's going to bleed to death."

"It's too dangerous Sam, we're taking her to the motel" What? I didn't agree to that, I thought they were taking me to the hospital.

"Dean she's going to die" said Sam, almost shouting to Dean.

"No Sam, it's too risky and no is no" said Dean with an I don't want to talk about it tone.

I couldn't contain the pain anymore, a sob escaped my mouth. In a second, both of them where looking at me.

"Hey Taylor, how are you feeling, we're almost there" said Dean. Once more with my name, how did he knew my name?

"How do you know my name? And where are we going" I asked them, although I already knew the answer.

They looked at each other with concern in their eyes.

"We'll explain everything when we get you to the motel, and after we get your stiches done."

"Wait, what? No! I want answers and I want them now." I shouted at them but didn't get the chance to hear their answer because I passed out. It took me a lot of strength to shout.

I woke up in a bed and heard the door close. I supposed we were already in the motel. Dean was walking out of the bathroom and Sam was taking out the first aid kit from the duffle-bag.

"You need stiches, we can't take you to a hospital so we're going to do it here" said Sam

"What? But without anesthesia? Are you guys crazy? And you aren't a doctor I'm not going to let you get near me with a needle." I said. I think they thought I was stupid, I wasn't going to let them near me and stich me up, I barely know them.

"Don't worry Sammy has done it a lot of times he's a pro at this, the magic he can do with thread and needle. Don't you Sammy?" joked Dean. Sam chuckled.

"I'm not kidding, it's no time to joke." I said still thinking they were joking.

"No need to worry I'll be by your side every second meanwhile Sam stiches you up" said Dean taking my hand and sweetly smiling at me. His touch made me feel safer like nothing could get to me. Although I just met him I felt like I have known him all my life, like he belonged there by my side.

"Okay! But make it fast… and be gentle… please." I said almost as a whisper, I did loose a lot of blood for I was very weak. As Sam started stitching me up a tear slid down my cheek, and Dean tighten his grip on my hand. I'd never felt a pain so excruciating, the agony, but it all ended in a flash. Finally it was over.

Dean didn't let go of my hand even though it was over. And I didn't want him to, but it felt strange, I just met him.

"Umm, Dean…?" He looked at me with does sweet hazel green eyes. I glanced at our attached hands.

"Oh, Sorry!" said Dean. As he got up from the chair besides one of the beds. Sam starred at Dean and started to laugh.

As Dean walked to the bathroom he stepped on Sam's foot, and a devilish smile appeared in Dean's face.

"Try to get some shut eye, we're leaving next thing in the morning" said Sam meanwhile he was packing everything in the duffle-bag.

"Were are we going, we just got here" I said confused by why we were leaving, we just got here literally 20 minutes ago.

"We're going to Bobby's, he's a friend of ours. He can help." said Dean walking out of the bathroom.

"Now sleep its 11:30 and tomorrow it's going to be a long day"

Called Sam from the other side of the room.

"Before I sleep I need some explanations. At least you owe me that." I said. I really needed some answers after all of what has happened. Sam and Dean shared a look I didn't liked.

"Look guys, if you're going to tell me that. There's no time, well sorry to tell you I'm not going to sleep until one of you tells me what's happening."

"Okay, but I don't think you're going to believe us." Said Sam.

"Try me, after all that's happened. I think I'm going to believe you."

"Okay, you asked for it." Said Dean with and annoyed look in his face.

"All those stories of werewolves, vampires, shape-shifters all those kind of stuff."

"Yeah Sam get to the point"

"It's all real." Dais Dean.

"Yeah right, I got no time for this boys. Okay, goodnight boys, please be silent if you want me to sleep." I begged them, when I sleep there has to be complete silence, if not, it's impossible for me to sleep.

Minutes and hours passed, I couldn't sleep. The unbearable pain, the surrounding noises it didn't let me sleep. When I checked the clock it read 4:48 in the morning, it was hopeless. So taking care of not ripping my stiches I got up from bed and decided to take a walk outside. Before getting out I glanced back at two sleeping figures, poor Sam had to sleep in the floor. When I walked out of the room I heard two men talking next to a bending machine, they were in their mid-twenties. As I closed the door as softly as I could, both of the guys turned towards me and my heart stopped as I saw their eyes. Even though their wasn't enough light, I could see they didn't have normal eyes like everyone. Theirs were different, their eyes were black, pitch black. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. For a moment I thought it was a trick of the light, but I knew what I was seeing, those thing standing 5 meters far from me weren't human. I was freaking out. As both of them disappeared into thin air and appeared next to me I knew I was going to die. They grabbed hold of both my arms and started to drag me across the street. I was freaking out I was mute, I tried to shout but it I was speechless. Afterwards everything happened so fast. I heard gunshots, the two figures besides me disappeared and as I fell to the ground the terrible pain from my stiches ripping open knocked me out.

"Hey Taylor wake up, please wake up." I heard someone shout and felt someone slapping my cheek. After a couple of minutes of adjusting to the pain of my wound, and all of the noise around me I started to open my eyes, I found it hard at first but as time passed by I started to notice my surroundings.

I was in Dean's lap in the back seat of the impala, Sam was driving. When I noticed my tee-shirt had a huge spot of thick and red blood, fear and dread started to consume me.

"De-Dean?" I called with my shaky voice. I was having a really hard time trying to understand what was happening. He looked at me with fear and concern drowning his face. And as soon as I heard his sweet voice, I knew everything was going to be fine.

"Hey Taylor, everything's fine. It's going to be okay, just stay with me okay we are getting you to a hospital. Don't worry"

"Dean what were those things?" I asked Dean and when he looked at me with those big, hazel-green eyes he answered me, his voice slow and steady.

"We'll explain everything later, please just don't waste your energy we're almost there."

"Please Dean, I'm tired of waiting, what or who were they?" I asked again, afraid of what the answer would be.

"Demons."