"Sam, what the hell happened out there?" Dean asked forcefully, gripping my forearm to turn me to face him. I shrugged his grip off, and he glared at me.
After glaring back at him, I answered. "I left the diner, and she ran to give me my wallet. I said thanks and got it from her, then you called. And then..." I stopped, remembering the look of horror the girl had when she was attacked.
"And then what?" Dean asked roughly.
"A vampire, it just grabbed her. I didn't even realise till he bit her. So I hit him and he dropped her. Then he tried to bite me, so I smacked him again, then he ran." My voice rose and my face flushed with anger.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Dean, I'm not the one in a hospital bed, bleeding to death!"
"Hey man, it's not your fault." His voice took on a softer tone. "The vamps are desperate. Being willing to take someone right in front of you just proves it. Now, c'mon, I wanna get the hell out of here; I hate hospitals!"
"We're not leaving 'till I know that Belle's ok!"
"Belle? I thought she was just giving you your wallet, not scoring your number?" Dean asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I asked her what her name was and that's what she said."
He grinned at me, before motioning behind me, to a short nurse who was standing patiently, waiting to speak to me. I turned to her, apologising and asking what she wanted.
"Ms McArthur is awake, and she wants to see you," she said quietly, her accent slightly French.
"Oh, thanks," I replied, assuming she meant Belle. Then, turning to Dean, "stay here."
He looked like he was about to argue, but thought better of it and instead plopped down on the seat in the waiting room.

I wandered into the room where Belle was, grinning as she sat up, her face pale.
"Hey"
"Hey yourself," she countered, wincing as she spoke. The bite obviously still hurt.
"You alright?"
"What happened?" she asked, so straight-forward it would have put Dean off stride.
"Some guy grabbed you. He bit you, then ran when I hit him."
"I still say it was a vampire," she said jokingly, and I froze, thinking she knew. But then she said "You know, you never told me your name."
"And?" I asked, silently relieved.
"What? I don't get a name to tell my friends when I share my story of how a tall dark stranger saved my life?" She grinned at me, her stormy eyes lighting up.
I laughed, before saying "It's Sam."
"Well, Sam, thank you. I really appreciate being alive."
She was quick; I had to give her that. Almost as much fun as Jo to banter with.
"Anytime, Belle."

I watched her sitting there, a thoughtful look plastered across my face. She was tall, as tall as Dean (although, that isn't that hard), and she was willowy. Her hair was brown, falling to a good 3 inches past her shoulders, and her eyes were a blue-grey. She had long, dark eyelashes, that dominated her face and drew attention to her stormy eyes. Her nose was slightly crooked, as though it had been broken.

"Ok, Ms McArthur?" The nurse from before had returned, handing Belle a pile of paperwork to fill in.
"Your blood appears to be clean, from what tests we've taken. You may want to come back in about a week or so though, just to be sure.
"Hmmm? Oh, thanks. Can I please have my mobile too? I need to call someone to pick me up," Belle flashed a smile and the nurse left the room to get it.
"I could give you a ride if you wanted?" I asked, as the nurse bustled back in.
"Yeah, sure, thanks."
She jumped off the bed, stumbling slightly as she landed, obviously still groggy from the morphine. The nurse handed her a pile of clothes and her mobile, as well as her wallet and an apron with the diner's logo emblazoned on it.
"Oh, shit. I have to call the diner! Kelly's gonna be furious!" she exclaimed, flipping open her phone, swearing as she dialled in the number.
I took to phone from her before she could hit "call" though.
"Sam, not funny! Give it back."
"No, you need to calm down. Now c'mon, I'll give you a ride home. I'll go grab Dean and we'll go."
"Dean?" Belle asked, confused. I mentally hi-5ed myself for distracting her from the phone.
"He's my big brother. Total dick most of the time, but he's cool."
"I wish I had a brother," she replied wistfully.
"You can have him," I grinned, and she laughed, before shooing me out of the room so she could get changed into her clothes.

A/N:
Another short one, I know :-/
I don't like the flow of this chapter, I'll probably go back and change it again soon.
But I can't complain, it's decent
And it will get better! I promise you!
Hope everyone had a happy Easter :)