-1Rayna continued to fight with the guy on top of her and was relived when another guy showed up, punch the other. He was tall and seemed about 26. He was wearing a jean jacket over a pinstriped shirt, and a charm necklace of some sort hung around his neck. Rayna instinctively brought her hands up to cover her face again, as she watched the man wrestle with the other one.
Dean never took the time to look at the girl, but he know from the start she couldn't be more than 15. He threw punch after punch at the other guy who fought back. Fist meat fist, face and stomach. And the two where left breathless. This guy had obviously known what they where doing. The two where evenly matched. He stood catching his balance and looked over at the girl. She had curly black hair and her face was covered in bruises. She seemed broken and fragile. His eyes meet her deep blue eyes, and they stared for a few minutes.
Rayna stared deep into his eyes. Sorrow, worry and pain was evident in them, along with a lack of trust. She knew she could trust him and that he would save her. Part of her wanted to fight back but she didn't know how. Who where these people? And What had she gotten herself into? She knew her eyes where wet and cloudy from her tears and her beautiful face had to be covered with bruises. She fought to stay conscious, but felt her self slipping away.
Dean watched in horror as she faded into unconsciousness. "How could you do that to her, You Asshole." Dean ran at him with another punch and continued blow after blow until he was leaning over the guy. He saw the guys face. His eyes seemed to be yellow, catching his attention and causing him to let go. The guy stood up and smiled at Dean before he disappeared into the night. "A Demon?" Dean thought to himself, "Where they everywhere?"
He walked over to the girl and checked her pulse and breathing. They where both still steady, and strong. He checked his clothes for a phone with no luck, he had dropped it somewhere. He scooped her up and caried her limp body over to the impala gently setting her in the back seat. He hated his life. He ran over to the front door and picked up his phone, it was wet and ruined. Great. He thought to himself. hE started the car, and sped off.
Dean looked up at the sound of moaning coming from the backseat. " Its, Okay, I'm taking you to the hospital."
"No, please"
"But your hurt and need to have those bruises looked out. Your head was hit bad and…"
"You, Cant," shouted Rayna, now fully awake. Dean stopped at looked at her threw the rearview mirror.
"They'll find me if you do."
"What are you talking about, was there more attackers more than that one?"
" no, My family."
"Did they do that to you?" said Dean she Was Becoming annoyed and frustrated. She was a human being.
" No, There wonderful." Dean looked back, was she already starting to heal?
"Then why?" he asked confused.
"I cant explain it, but I cant go back, for there own safety. Just drop me off somewhere."
" No your hurt, at least let me take you to a hotel."
Rayna nodded reluctantly.
Dean moved his focus back onto the road, and placed his foot on the gas peddle speeding up the Impala. "What have I gotten myself into this time."